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Binghe woke up feeling warm and soft. His face was squished on a smooth pillow, and even fluffy bedding was curling around his body.

But even better, he felt the warmth of another body behind him. Shizun was still sleeping, his warmth breath tickling Binghe’s neck.

Binghe felt giddy inside. He felt safe, loved and his chest felt just so full. Everything Shizun meant to him filled his veins with warmth.

His Shizun was the man that had given his life meaning. From the first time the peerless immortal picked him as a disciple, drank his tea and helped him personally with his cultivation - to the soft smile as Binghe couldn’t help but voice his feelings out loud. How his Shizun didn’t hate him or was feeling disgusted, but even felt the same!

Binghe could have died happy then and there - that was over a year ago now. Even knowing that Binghe felt this way, Shizun hadn't rushed their relationship.

It had taken weeks for them to kiss! Or to even hold hands! Anything more only happened as Binghe finally reached his 17th winter. He had grown a good chunk in that year, but he was still smaller than his Shizun. And he hoped it would stay that way. Being able to push his own face into someone's neck - trusting them so much that breathing their scent was slowing down your own heartbeat on instinct - feeling so safe and cared for was heady.

And yesterday, after such lengths, they finally dual-cultivated. 

(Not that they hadn't done other things before - Binghe loved going down on his Shizun while the man was writing his reports. Those small gasps that he tried to hold back his sounds were delicious.)

Binghe had felt like he was in heaven. Those nibble fingers on his skin, warm lips on sensitive spots - he had tried so hard not to come too fast.

(He did come as Shizun pushed inside - but after waiting for a moment and Binghe begging, they continued. Oversensitivity had made everything only better.)

They had spent the whole evening in each other's arms. Binghe had cried - from happiness and pleasure - and Shizun had dried those tears with kisses. Finally feeling his Shizun release inside had nearly made him black out. Binghe had felt deeply marked. And Shizun crooning “Good boy” had only put the final nail in the coffin.

Binghe still felt slightly sore. Shizun had sent him in the beginning of their relationship to one of their healers, to learn everything about dual cultivation between men. Binghe had seen and heard a few things while he was on the streets, but the explanation had helped.

It didn't have to hurt. Shizun had taken great pleasure in fingering Binghe for weeks, to make sure his disciple was relaxed and ready.

And Binghe felt his own cock stirring again alone at the thought. He felt like his desire was a neverending pit, never to be filled or satisfied.

But who could fault him? Seeing his Shizun, immortal cultivators body, hair glossy and skin a fine shade of jade.

Binghe was nearly the opposite. His skin color had always been a bit darker from being outside in the sun and naturally being a darker shade. His hair was curly and his body seemed wide, not yet finished growing.

Maybe his demonic heritage came to play here as well. He hadn't confessed it to his Shizun  - how could he! When the man of his dreams was finally in his arms! He wouldn’t survive it if his Shizun would look at him with disgust!

Binghe had a plan. He would make sure that Shizun needed him - couldn't live without him - maybe even marry him! - and then Binghe would disclose his heritage. He was stronger for it, he felt it in comparison to the other disciples. After getting enough food to eat and training there wasn’t a quest he couldn’t fulfill!

While Binghe thought about his plan, soft in his Shizun's arms, the older man grumbled and pulled Binghe closer. ”Too early,” mumbled the immortal peak lord like a child.

It was adorable.

“Shizun,” whispered Binghe, but not moving an inch. If he could, he would always stay in his Shizun’s arms. “But, breakfast?”

Shizun huffed. “Is Binghe this energetic after yesterday?”

After saying this, the peak lord kissed the skin on Binghe’s neck, one hand wandering to the boy's chest and another in his sleeping pants.

“Shizun!” answered Bighe while squirming. Alone those touches made him hard, his dick springing to attention. One of these days his Shizun would only need to say “up” and Binghe’s dick would get hard like a properly trained puppy.

(And didn’t that say a lot about Binghe that he could only tremble thinking about it?)

“Mh? Does my sweet boy not want to?” asked the peak lord and only scratched at Binghe’s hip bone while whispering into the boy's ear. After that he let his teeth nibble at the sensitive skin behind it.

Binghe felt heat in his belly, his cock already hard and dripping. His hole, still slightly sore, seemed to twitch.

His Shizun had made quite a big display of asking for consent at first. He had asked after every new thing if Binghe was comfortable with it. He also made a long explanation about people in power and what was allowed and what was not. How he, as Binghe’s Shizun, was in a position where Binghe could feel the need to lie, to not say no  - to not get pushed out of the sect.

Not that Shizun would ever do that!

And while Binghe felt needy and wanted those kisses and those hugs, he loved Shizun even more for making sure that Binghe knew what he was getting into. A teacher and his disciple - that wasn’t something people did like to see. Shizun called it ‘grooming’, talked about ‘sexual harassment’.

But when, it was Binghe who did that, who was the aggressor, who asked his Shizun for more and more, toying the boundaries.

But in the end they were here, consent given from both sides.

“Shizun, please,” begged Binghe, shivering under his Shizun’s touch. He would never say no to his advances. Shizun could fuck him before the other peak lords, showing that only Binghe was giving him what he needed, that only his disciple was worth the attention. Binghe would become everything the man needed - a warm hole or a thick cock to use. A wife in the house and a cultivator outside to protect him.

“Mhh,” made Shen Qingqiu as Binghe pressed his backside against him. “Is Binghe not hurting?”

Binghe shook his head, before he moaned as Shizun pinched his nipple.

“What have I said about lying?” asked the peak lord.

“Not lying,” said Binghe, trying to rub his butt on his Shizun’s dick. “This disciple barely feels sore.”

“Seems like we trained Binghe’s hole a little too well, I take it?” asked the peak lord and pulled his hand from Binghe’s chest.  He pushed his fingers between Binghe’s butcheeks over the sleeping robes, making Binghe gasp.

Shizun could be such a mean tease!

“Shizun trained this one personally,” said Binghe. It became hotter under the blankets, sweat gathering on his back and between his legs. Shizun’s other hand stayed near where Binghe wanted it, but only petting the skin next to his dick. Binghe wanted to touch himself so badly now, to get a bit of pressure off. 

Shen Qingqiu grabbed Binghe’s dick and let his thumb play with the tip, smearing the fluid around. A bite from his Shizun at his neck, not deep enough to bleed, but enough to bruise, made Bingh go slack in the man’s arms.

“Shizun!” moaned Binghe, turning his head to the man. The half-demon blinked at Shen Qingqiu, before his mouth got devoured. The hand on his dick moved, putting on the fast pace that Binghe liked, while the other arm moved around him, pining him against the hot body behind him.

“So cheeky,” said the peak lord, nipping at Binghe’s lips while not stopping his other hand. “Does Binghe want to be filled? Did he already miss this one's dick?”

Binghe’s hips tried to move on their own, but his Shizun held him tight. Even now the older man was way stronger, able to put Binghe into place with only a finger. A demonstration of his strength made Binghe in a normal case already hot and bothered, but like this?

“Shizun can do anything he wishes with this disciple," gasped Binghe as the man twisted his hand at the end of the movement. Shizun’s lips were back at Binghe’s neck and throat.

“Shizun could put a jade pillar inside this one and slip inside whenever he wanted. He could train this one to warm his cock whenever the other peak lords were visiting.” Alone those images put Binghe into a constant state of arousal. His cock twitched in Shizun’s hand.

“Shizun could…” started Binghe, trying to form thoughts while his head was filled with the hand on his dick. “Shizun could bind this disciple to the bed, using his hole and pillar whenever he needed it. Using this one as his personal whore…”

“No,” answered the man with his deep voice suddenly. Binghe felt himself going still, not moving a muscle. Had he said too much? 

While they had talked a bit about expectations, and it wasn’t the first time Binghe’s mouth had run away from him, he rarely had talked so openly about those spring dreams. 

“Binghe is no whore,” said the man, turning Binghe’s face to him. Green eyes found brown ones. Shen Qingqiu looked serious. “Binghe deserves to be someone's wife or husband. If Binghe so desires, he will stand by my side, not as some sidepiece, but as my first and only wife.”

“Shizun…!” gasped Binghe at that. He couldn't help himself, tears were gathering in his eyes. Warmth pooled in his chest, ready to overflow.

“Shizun means that?” asked Binghe as the first tears fell. His Shizun leaned forward, turning Binghe and pulling the boy flush to his body.

“Of course,” said the man. The edge of his ears were red. “Does Binghe think this master does this with everyone? Why would I spend so much time with Binghe doing all this, if I did not want to make an honest man out of him?”

“Shizun, I…” started Binghe, blinking. He had dreamed about this, courting the man, proposing. He felt floaty, his chest free and constricted at the same time.

Shizun kissed the tears away. “My sweet boy. You don’t have to say anything, this master knows. Binge will make a good wife for this one, won’t he?”

“Yes!” said Binge and vibrated in Shizun’s grip. “Binghe will be the best wife!”

“This one knows,” said Shen Qingqiu and kissed Binghe. Warm hands opened Binghe's robe fully, pulling the pants down till his pillar was free. Shizun then pulled his own pants down and took both of them in his hand.

“Shizun,” groaned Binghe while his body was overheating. His attention concentrated on Shizun's hand on his dick, the lips at his throat, the soft voice filling his head.

“Such a good boy for me, the best. So handsome. Binghe will look so good in red.”

Binghe felt like he was going crazy. He gasped for breath, holding onto his Shizun's shoulder. 

“Shizun, Shizun, Shizun!” were the only words Binghe was able to say. Again between kisses, between every whisper of love and passion between them.

“This master adores you,” said the peak lord with a horse voice. His grip got tighter. “Nobody but Binghe could compare. This master wants to spend the rest of his immortal life with Binghe.”

Binghe was holding on tight on his Shizun, gasping as their cocks rubbed against each other. Seeing the difference between their dicks was heady. Binghe was bigger, but not by much. Precome made Shizun's movement smoother.

“We will share a bed together every day,” continued Shen Qingqiu as Binghe gasped against his lips. “We will travel together, nighthunt together and spend our time with each other. We will make our three bows before the sect, so that everyone will see that Binghe is mine.”

“Shizun,” whimpered Binghe as he came between them. The peak lord stroked Binghe through his orgasm, before rubbing his own dick harshly.

“I love you,” said Binghe, eyes wet and heart full. “I only ever want to be with Shizun.”

“Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu, nearing his peak. Binghe had seen and felt often enough how the man orgasmed to know that he was close. The boy pressed himself onto his Shizun, kissing him and licking into his mouth.

“Shizun takes such good care of his wife,” said Binghe while feeling bold. Shen Qingqiu hissed and stroked himself faster. “Won't this husband come for his wife?” The word felt dangerous on Binghe’s tongue, but at the same time like a lifelong dream. 

Shen Qingqiu grunted and finished against Binghe's skin. The boy shuddered, feeling the hot wetness against him. Both kissed deeply, their robes wet from sweat and cum.

Binghe felt so full. With his Shizun he had felt full of food after years of being hungry. Now the man was not only filling Binghe’s body, but also his heart.

He was now filled with love. He wanted to always be together with his Shizun, his future husband.

Husband!

“Shizun!” said Binghe, excitement circulating through him. “Shizun will really marry this one?”

“This master did not lie,” said Shen Qingqiu and stroked the hair out of Binghe’s face. He smiled softly. “This one can only imagine a future with Binghe.”

“Shizun,” was the only word Binghe was able to form. It bubbled in his chest, fighting to break out.

Shizun kissed Binghe shortly. “We will need to wait till after the immortal alliance conference. Binghe will be seen as an adult and cultivator after.”

Of course people would still talk about them. And should Binghe win, as he surely would, asking first to court his master, what could anyone do?

They just had to wait a bit more.

Binghe nodded, smiling wide. “This one will do his best!”

“But first we will need to wash up,” said Shen Qingqiu and got out of bed.

“This one can get the water!” said Binghe. He hadn’t done anything strenuous, and as the first and only wife he should prepare the bath! 

“My future wife will stay while his husband gets them water,” said Shen Qingqiu with a smile, making Binghe's heart palpitate.

“Shizun!” said Binghe embarrassed, making Shen Qingqiu only laugh out loud. He kissed Binghe shortly, used qi to clean his clothes roughly and went outside to get the water.

Binghe sighed and flopped back onto the bed. He was dirty and stinky. But Shizun wanted to care for him.

Shizun wanted to spoil his future wife!

Binghe felt himself squeal and his legs were moving. He felt like a young maiden on his wedding day.

Shizun would be his, and he would be Shizuns.

Binghe felt the grin on his face. He was the luckiest boy in the world right now.

Chapter Text

“Binghe, can you please wait here?“ asked Shen Qingqiu as he walked with his disciple in a busy street. Shang-Sishu had already left them and apparently waited at a bookstore.

Binghe nodded at his Shizun. “Of course Shizun,” chirped the half-demon. Outside of the bamboo house they couldn’t behave like a married couple, or like they were promised to each other. Binghe had to form his hands into fists more than once to stop himself from touching the older man.

But just before they had left the house Binghe had been kissed and hugged softly, making him glow brightly. His Shizun either would miss touching Binghe over the day the same way Binghe did, or just wanted his fill till they were alone again.

Both ideas were good.

So, Binghe waited like a good disciple. He watched the street, since he had nothing else to do. He had some snacks in his pouch should Shizun need them. They already brought another book and knick-knacks for the other peak lords.

While Binghe waited, he noticed a few yellow coded cultivators at the end of the street; mostly high end shops were located there, so Binghe didn’t think much about seeing Huna Hua palace disciples there. They were always where the money was.

“Binghe?” asked Shizun and Binghe turned around. Shizun was looking especially handsome today. His green robes helped to pop his green eyes, his skin shining white as jade. Fingers delicate and strong around a small package.

“Shizun?” asked Binghe and took the package, not understanding.

“Open it,” said Shen Qingqiu. Binghe did dutifully.

Inside was a hairpin made out of metal, shiny and new. A sword tassel was next to it with red accents. Alone this had to cost more than Binghe’s earnings in the last years together. 

“Shizun!” said Binghe happily and his heart was beating fast. A hairpin was in some parts of their country a traditional gift to a fiance.

But this was delicate work, Binghe could feel the safety spells inside it, preventing it from breaking. Shizun had to commission it weeks or even months ago!

Shizun just smiled, like nothing was wrong in the world. Like he did not just seemingly propose in the middle of the street.

“Can’t this master give something to his favorite disciple?” asked Shen Qingqiu and used his fan to hide his smiling face.

“Of course Shizun can!” said Binghe, pulling it to his chest. Nobody else could see it. It only belonged to Binghe alone.

“This disciple thanks Shizun!” said Binghe and felt a wide smile on his lips.

Shen Qingqiu smiled softly, before nodding.”Then come, we want to meet your Shishu, he…” the man stopped his words as he frowned and turned around. There were less customers on the street than normally, like someone had scared them away. A dozen Huan Hua disciples were behind Shizun, an older woman in grey clothes together with a monk was with them as well.

It smelled like trouble.

Behind the group an older person entered their sight. “Ah, hello peak lord Shen.”

“Palace master,” said Shen Qingqiu. His whole demeanor had changed. Was he soft, nearly lovingly before, he now seemed cold and calculating. Binghe put the gifts in his pouch. “Also doing some shoppng?” asked Shizun.

“In a sense,” said the old palace master and grinned wide. The woman was now taking a step forward.

“I finally found you, Shen Jiu,” said the woman. And everything went wrong after that.

***

Binghe didn’t know how things progressed to this stage so fast.

At first the woman said something about Shizun killing her family, being a freed slave and her fiance? Then the old palace master said something about Shizun working together with demons (one in the northern demon realm? Someone named Mobei-jun??) and it didn’t end at that!

The old palace master looked at Binghe, his eyes greedy and possessive. Talking about how Binghe looked a lot like his missing head disciple from years ago.

And then the monk sent a talisman Binghe’s way. His Shizun stopped it (burned it even!) before the other cultivators attacked!

But they were also cultivators! Binghe pulled his sword, trying to help. His Shizun crossed swords with the old palace master. Binghe tried to work through the mass of people to get to his master, seeing how the old man slashed Shizun’s side.

“Shizun!” screamed Binghe, feeling angst and fear for this man burning through him. He knew about his demonic heritage; he had started to hold back, making his progress still massive but not unnatural, to not gain the wrong kind of attention.

Binghe let his qi burn through him. Should these Huan Hua cultivators burn in hell! 

He snapped one bone here, broke rips there, cut even one arm off, till he was standing next to his Master.

The man looked hurt, but was still standing. He looked at Binghe, his lip split “Binghe, you need to get out of here.”

“Not without Shizun!” said Binghe. But talking to each other had been a mistake. Shizun dodged another attack, while a whole net of immortal binding cables landed on them in the meantime. Binghe felt his qi cut off, their sword spirits going silent.

“Fuck,” cursed Shizun, making Binghe stit up straight. If Shizun cursed the situation was even more dire than anticipated.

They got pulled out from under the net and cuffed, their swords taken away. Binghe felt like biting these hands, trying to stay near his Shizun. Where was Shang-shishu? Had he not heard the commotion?

The woman was now standing before Shizun, who was kneeling in the dirt. His green eyes glimmered even as his blood was dripping from his wounds.

“Any last words?” asked the woman.

“Your brother was a pedophile bastard,” said Shen Qingqiu, making the woman gasp. “You really think he freed me? Don’t make me laugh. He molested me and used me as a cauldron.”

Shizun was sitting straight, even with the blade at his throat.

“So, I think I did the world a favor. And I continued to do so after becoming peak lord. I saved more people over the years than I killed that evening. Which had only been your brother, as he tried to steal my cultivation."

“Lies! All lies!” said the woman, her hand now trembling.

Shizun looked at the monk, who was only standing there. “Is this the trial? Without proof, a truth-inducing substance and witnesses? Our sect won’t stand for it”

“Did peak lord Shen not just confess?” said the old palace master. “And it seems to me, he talks about molestation, but uses his own disciples as cauldrons.”

A teenager around Binghe’s age appeared behind the man. Binghe had never seen her in his life before.

“Peak lord Shen stole my core, he used it for his own cultivation!” said the girl. Binghe could smell the lie from where he was sitting.

Shizun was still kneeling, a wall against the assault.

“Oh?” he said, smiling coldly. “Now paid witnesses? The old palace master did pull all the stops. He even paid the monk I assume.”

“Shut up,” said the woman with an unsteady voice. “You are a filthy man, you should just die! And that demon spawn with you!”

She was pulling her sword back, trying to strike.

“Shizun!” screamed Binghe, ready to pounce, but the cable made his body sluggish. He felt the burning need to protect, to save his Shizun. The man who made his life worth living.

But Shen Qingqiu just used the strike to let her cut through the cables. Binghe could see how the strike was guided, only scratching Shizun at the ribs, while he used the movement to disarm her, stealing her sword. Shizun used the movement to throw her around, making way for them. Shizun pulled Binghe up and used the borrowed sword to get them out of the group.

“Shizun!” said Binghe, trying to follow, to help somehow. “Please cut the ropes!"

Binghe could see Shizun’s thought process. They needed to run fast. They needed to get back to the sect, getting help from Yue-shibo.

Shizun tried while running to cut the cables, but it took two tries. It stopped them enough that two cultivators were behind them again, throwing talismans.

Shizun had tried to fight like he wasn’t noticing the wounds he accumulated, but they were there. His movements became sluggish. He protected Binghe from three of the thrown talisman, but the fourth found its goal.

The talisman glued itself to Binghe's shoulder and a second later it was like his meridians became aflame and everything became dark. Binghe heard his own scream, Shizun grabbing him and the world getting dark.

***

As Binghe blinked slowly, he felt heat against his side, someone gasping, and the air was full with the scent of blood.

Then it came back to him, and Binghe opened his eyes wide.

“Shizun!” he gasped. By some sort of miracle the Huan Hua cultivators had not yet caught them again. Sand and petals twirled around them, holding them at bay.

“How is Binghe feeling?” asked Shizun with a rusty voice. Blood was flowing down his forehead, hair sticking to it. His chest was cut sideways, slashes were on his legs as well.

But Binghe felt no wounds on himself.

His Shizun had protected him.

“My head hurts, but this disciple can fight!” said Binge.

“What disciple?” asked the old paĺace master. The wind died down. “All I see is the last heavenly demon. So that means peak lord Shen colluded with demons and practiced sodomie with demons too!”

“What?” asked Binghe and touched his forehead. It felt slightly warmer, and his meridians were still burning. Has his heritage been discovered? Full of panic, he looked to his Shizun.

But the man only smiled. Like he knew all along.

“Binghe doesn’t need to worry. The red mark looks good on him.”

Binghe felt tears in his eyes. Shizun knew! And Shizun didn’t care!

The old palace master pointed his sword at the peak lord. “We will finish what we started decades ago.”

“Only over my dead body,” hissed the peak lord. His eyes became cold and the air around them seemed to stand still. Binghe could feel the qi in his Shizun's body circulating, running wild.

He then pushed his hand on the ground and let the qi explode along it. The ground broke up, sending a small earthquake to the cultivators. It surprised them, disorganizing them.

“Shixiong!” screamed a man and landed next to them. Shang-shishu!

“Airplane!” said Shizun and pushed Binghe into Shang-shishu’s arms. “Code red!”

“But!” said the man. Binghe could sense fear in the man. He was pale and sweaty, but grabbed Binghe dutifully.

“No fucking time!” said Shizun. He then looked to Binghe. “Live.” was the only word he said.

Shang-shishu bit his lip, before he seemed to activate a talisman. Binghe felt the world around them consort, like a portal was swallowing them. He grabbed after Shizun, but the man pushed forward, stopping the other cultivators to go after them.

“Shizun!” screamed Binghe as the world became black and then white again.

And then terrible cold.

Shang-shishu let him go, mumbling something. Binghe turned and grabbed the man at the collar.

“Send me back!” screamed Binghe. He still felt his demonic heritage burning. Just give him a sword and he would get Shizun out of there!

“Liu-Shizhi, calm down!” said Shang-Shishu and looked straight in the half-demons' eyes. “Your qi is nearly destroying you! That way you can’t help! I already alerted the sect, I have to go back!”

“Let me help!” said Binghe and then felt another presence behind him. A portal opened and a blue skinned demon walked out of it. He was taller than Binghe and his presence seemed to freeze the air.

“That him?” asked the demon, before he turned to Shang-Shishu. “As talked about?”

“Emergency plan!” said Shang-shishu. Another portal opened and the peak lord ran through it before it closed.

“What is going on?” asked Binghe. He felt stressed, angry and his body still hurt. But the demon seemed to ignore all this. He just looked at Binghe like he was a pest.

“Come,” said the demon and started to walk out of the room. 

“Hey! I asked you something!” said Binghe and followed. Outside of the room he found himself in a palace of some sort. He looked around and squinted.

“Are you Mobei-jun? The one people said Shizun collaborated with?”

“Collaborated?” asked the demon like it was beneath him. “No, we just made a deal. He helped me with someone, so this one had to promise to help when the half-demo cub would awaken his heritage."

“What?” asked Binghe. His Shizun had known that Binghe would need help someday and worked to get him a place in the demon realm? And that sounded like Shang-shishu was together with that demon?

“You opened the portals right?” asked Binghe, now next to the demon. “Bring me to Shizun!”

“No,” said Mobei-jun. “You would be of no help.”

“I would be!” said Binghe. He wanted to help, he needed to help. Shizun was outnumbered!

Mobei-jun stopped and looked at Binghe. “Think for a moment. Your master was found with a heavenly demon, which Huan Hua sealed under the mountain last time. Your qi is unstable, you will need rest first. How can you help, weak as you are right now?”

“I am not weak!” hissed Binghe. He felt his teeth sharpen. “I am one of the strongest cultivators of our peaks!”

“You are a demon now,” said Mobei-jun. “As a demon, you are weak.”

The ice demon turned, slapping Binghe once. It was enough force that Binghe flew against a door, breaking it and landing in a room. The half-demon groaned, as he tried to get up.

“Stay here till we get a message,” said the ice demon and left Binghe alone. Binghe got up, feeling his meridians still in disorder. 

“Fuck,” cursed the half-demon and looked around. He did feel tired, wrung out and useless. The coldness of the room was sinking into his bones. Slowly Bighe got up and stumbled to the bed. He let himself fall on it, sighing as the warming talismans worked their magic. Fur was on the bed and Binghe crawled into the space between them and shivered. His body caught up with the situation as his meridians rearranged themself anew. His muscles spasmed and he coughed up blood.

He knew he wouldn’t die, but it sure felt like it.

After another hour his body seemed more stable. He wanted to get up and ask around. With another spirit sword he could fly back. It would take time, but he needed to look after Shizun. The man had been hurt and was not getting a fair trial. If that had been a trial at all!

But while Binghe planned his escape, his body succumbed to the changes and he fell asleep.

***

Binghe woke up with a start. Sweat had dried on his body, his mouth still tasted like blood. He felt like his teeth were too big in his mouth and his senses too sharp.

But that wasn’t important right now.

Binghe got up and searched the palace till he found Mobei-jun in the throne room. The demon had talked with another demon that he was now sending away.

“I still want to leave, do you have a spirit sword? Otherwise I am walking,” said Binghe. He only had a few coins and a few snacks with him, but he would manage. When he would run day and night he could be back in less than ten days.

Mobei-jun just snorted. He then pulled jewelry out of his pocket. It was delicate and Binghe knew the design. He had seen it on Shang-shishu before.

It glimmered blue, filled with the demons qi. A small voice whispered “Hello?” out of it.

“Shang-shishu!” said Binghe. He had only heard about such communication artifacts before, but had never seen one. “How is Shizun?”

“Binghe?” asked the peak lord. Some rustling of papers was heard and a door closed. “Listen first. You need to know that Shen-shixiong is alive and well.”

“Shishu,” said Binghe only. He didn't recognize his own voice. It was deeper and sounded dangerous.

“There was a trial - if one could even call it that, in the midst of the street and all those other things - and they wanted to kill him. Zhangmen-shixiong came fast and called that off, but with a high ranking member of the monastery there wasn’t much else he could do. He could talk them down from killing him, but…”

“But what?” asked Binghe. The monastery was the one to carry out justice - normally they were holding the trials in this realm and holding the prisoners captive. They were the law of this world.

“They sealed his cultivation and imprisoned him near Kunlung-mountain,” said the peak lord. 

He didn’t need to explain anything else. That area was used for prayers of monks for thousands of years. In that harsh environment prisoners worked off their years. Demons and beasts couldn't due to the accumulated prayers and resulting blessed ground survive there.

Binghe could not follow, half-demon that he was now.

At least not yet. 

“Fuck,” cursed Binghe and started to walk up and down. If not him, someone else needed to get Shizun out of there. While the monastery wasn’t cruel, without his cultivation Shizun was purely human.

And humans were fragile. They could hurt themselves or get ill. Shizun could die before Binghe could save him!

Mobei-jun watched the half-demon walk back and forth, before asking: “Do you want to get that human back?”

“That human is my husband,” hissed Binghe. They hadn't bowed three times or shared marriage wine. But they consummated their marriage. Binghe felt the hairpin hot in his bag. They had done everything else that married couples did.

“Then become strong first,” said Mobei-jun. “As weak as you are right now you can’t help.”

“Luo Binghe,” whispered Shang-Shishu, who was still listening. “We will get your husband out of there, but it will take time. We need proof, witnesses and help from all sides.”

“What do you need from me?” asked Binghe. Shizun had seemed to trust this man. He knew he would get Binghe to safety. The peak lord was apparently even married to a demon and nobody else knew. The man seemed more competent than anticipated.

Shang-shishu cleared his throat. “Has Binghe ever heard of Xin Mo?”

Chapter Text

5 years later

Binghe breathed in deeply, counting again that he had everything for his disguise. He looked at his brown robes, dirty face and bamboo hat. He looked the part of a farmer as much as he could.

He pulled out Xin Mo, who was as always hungry, and used it to open a portal to the edge of Kunlung-mountain. He stepped through the portal, putting the sword away as the portal closed behind him.

He felt the blessed ground as he only took another step. It was like something tried to rub him wrong inside his demonic core. He pushed his human meridians out, curled his demonic core in.

It helped, but he wouldn’t be able to do this for more than a few hours. Any full blooded demon would already be unable to move and twitch on the ground.

He rushed along the path, getting his bag of rice out to not seem suspicious. Binghe walked slowly whenever he met other humans, nodding at them. Most of them had sigils on their throat or arms, marking them as prisoners.

His Shizun should be here as well, gathering the rice, if Shang-shishu's information was correct.

Binghe tried to listen, walking path after path, his heartbeat nervous in his chest. Please. He had to find him.

And then he heard a soft laugh. Binghe’s head snapped around, seeing a small group of men near a hut. Someone clapped their hands. “Really?”

“Of course!” said Shizun. Binghe felt himself drinking in his sight.

The man wore brown clothes, edges of a sigil tickling his throat. His hair was in a bun, his face free of his hair. His skin had gotten slightly darker, his cheeks more hollow.
But his eyes seemed clear.

“Jiu-ge, your stories are still the best!” laughed another man.

“I was a scholar once, you know,” smiled Shizun and gave the man a flask with congee. “Now, go home you bunch, you finished your part.”

“Yeah, don’t forget to eat yourself. It’s not the dish from your wife, but it will do,” said another man. The man next to him groaned. “What?” asked the first.

“Don’t ask Jiu-ge after his wife! He will talk the whole day about him! And make me hungry with what the boy could cook up.”

“And you know it,” laughed Shizun. The group snorted and left, leaving Shizun alone to gather the rest of the rice into the hut for the evening.

Binghe still felt frozen. Shizun was here. He was alive and whole. Binghe’s feet pushed him forward and he put his cast of rice before the hut.

Shizun didn’t look up, still arranging the hut. “Another? Let it stay there, I have no food left. If you walk a bit down the path you… Binghe?”

Binghe still stood there, looking at his Shizun. Green eyes were now wide and his mouth slightly open. After a wordless nod from Binghe the prisoner ran up to him, grabbing Binghe’s face.

“Binghe! How are you here? You can’t be here, this blessed ground can kill you!”

The half-demon looked at the face before him. Shizun had grown older. There were slight wrinkles around his mouth, small dark rings under his eyes. He still had been a prisoner all this time, working hard and barely getting sleep.

And he still thought firstly about Binghe. Not asking what it was taking so long to get him out, not getting angry, not screaming at him or punishing him.

Only asking after Binghe’s health.

Binghe pulled Shizun closer at his waist (too thin!) and kissed the man. Feeling the heat of his body, the slightly dry lips. Binghe felt himself going alive like he hadn't been in years.

And Shizun kissed back. One hand was holding onto Binghe’s robe, another still at his cheek, stroking it. Their kiss followed heat, both holding onto each other like it was the last thing they would ever do.

Shizun pulled back, his cheeks red and his lips spit-wet. “Binghe, it must hurt you to be here.” Shen Qingqiu then seemed to remember where he was, as he looked around, before closing the door of the hut. It at least would give them some level of privacy.

“It’s fine,”said Binghe. It wasn’t fine. He could feel the area eating away at his demonic core, but it was nothing to the feeling of seeing Shizun, holding him, kissing him.

“Liar,” said Shizun only, frowning. “You can’t stay here for long.”

“If I could, I would steal you away right now,” said Binghe. He was holding Shizun again, kissing the man's knuckles. All prisoners of the monastery got sigils that stopped them from leaving. It would be a certain death fleeing right now.

“I know,” said Shizun softly. He kissed Binghe’s forehead. “My wife is doing everything he can, right?”

“Shizun!” said Binghe, eyes getting wet. He hadn’t cried in years. He became a demon lord of the realm, strong enough that nobody would take away anything from him ever again. But when he was in Shizun's presence, he felt like a child again. Like only Shizun’s words and body could make the world alright again.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” said Shizun and stroked Binghe’s cheek. He kissed the tears away. “I heard what you accomplished in those years. You became strong and could protect yourself, I am proud of you.”

“But, this wife still failed,” said Binghe. Shizun’s words were like balm on his soul, each praise made the pain of the last years vanish. “I still couldn't get you out of here, or at least a fair trial.”

Shizun snorted. “Working against faulty monks and Huan Hua? That isn’t easy, Binghe,” said Shizun.

“But still. I became emperor of the demon realm, but I am still not strong enough to get my husband back?”

“Binghe,” said Shizun and pulled at the half-demon's ear. Somehow that helped. “This husband is fine. I am still alive aren't I?” He then kissed the red tip of the ear. “And I think I have what you need.”

“Shizun?” asked Binghe. The ex-peak lord pulled a few pieces of paper out of his robe. In small letters coordinates, dates and names were written down.

“I was not idle either,” said Shizun. “People talk, you know. Give them Shang-shidi, the rest will follow.”

Binghe looked them over, eyes getting wider. “How did Shizun get this information?” Those were the places where the monks who worked together with Huan Hua hat met up and talked about payment; places where those monks transferred the money to. A list of names of female disciples and servants the old palace master did assault.

“Was I not the scholar of the strategic peak?” asked his Shizun, arms crossed. Binghe nodded as he put the paper away.

“This wife promises that the next time we see each other Shizun will walk out of his imprisonment," said Binghe. If Shizun had already gathered intel for them, what else could he do?

“Just be safe first,” said Shizun. He looked Binghe over. The half-demon wished he could have been seen in better clothes after five years apart. His long curly hair was tamed, his strength hidden.

But Shizun smiled either way, his whole face going soft. “Binghe grew up handsome. I am lucky to have such a pretty wife.”

“Shizun!” said Binghe and kissed the man again. And again. Nothing else seemed to matter. He needed to taste Shizun's mouth, nibbling at his lips. He was holding the older man close, till he pushed him onto the next wall. Shizun just groaned into the kiss, holding on for dear life.

Binghe felt fire in his veins, his mind repeating Shizun, Shizun Shizun. His husband. The man that didn't fault him for failing to protect him. That still kissed him with the knowledge of Binghe being a demon. That still called him wife.

Binghe used his strength and pushed his husband up against the wall. Binghe was holding up Shizun's legs, letting them cross behind his back. Their intimate parts were now pushed together, making them both groan.

Binghe was already hard. He hadn't had anything to slick the way with him. But he doubted that they both would have enough stamina for that anyway. Binghe licked Shizun’s throat, and couldn't help but bite slightly in this delicious neck.

“Binghe,” hissed Shizun in pleasure. His head landed against the wall, his whole body pushed against Binghe.
Clean but rough hands were holding onto the demon lord. Binghe kissed his husband again, his mind a symphony of emotions.

But something was weird.

Shizun was still soft.

As Binghe pulled back slightly, the taste of the edge of the sigil like ash in his mouth, someone of course interrupted them.

“Jiu-ge?” asked somebody outside the door. “Are you still there?”

Shizun gulped, kissed Binghe just shortly on the lips and got down. He walked to the door and opened his hair bun, making sure the hair covered his throat.

“Yeah, what is it?” asked Shizun as Binghe hid behind the sacks of rice.

“Are you done for the day? The others are heading down to the clearing. Apparently someone got some wine!”

Shizun smiled at the man. “You know I am not drinking. I still need to finish up here, I will follow later. Maybe I will continue with the story from last time.”

“That would be great! You know we love your stories. But take your time! You look flushed, not that you are getting ill again! Who will tell us stories then? It was so boring before you came!”

Binge listened to the conversation. He snorted to himself as he willed his own situation in his pants to calm down. His Shizun was liked wherever he went.

After another few words Shizun closed the door, relaxing finally. He looked around and walked up to Binghe who got up.
Shizun’s hair was still down; it had gotten longer and was now nearly tickling his feet.

“I need to go,” said Shizun and righted his robes.

And as much as Binghe hated it, he needed to leave too. The area was slowly actively trying to break his core.

“This wife will leave first then,” said Binghe. He really didn’t want to. But Shizun gave him new intel. The older man sighed, kissed Binghe on the still red mouth. “Be safe.”

Binghe nodded. He got Xin Mo out, cut open a portal and left, but not without looking one last time at his husband. His beautiful Shizun, even blooming as a prisoner in the monastery.

***

Binghe found himself walking up and down the path. He was in his best robes, his proposal hairpin in his hair. Xin Mo hummed at his side.

But he wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

Liu-shishu was grumbling and nearly killed the guard of the path twice. Yue-shibo had to calm him down before even he sat his political smile on. Shang-shishu had started to gnaw on his own fingers.

And all of them waited for Shen Qingqiu.

The notes Binghe had brought along had helped a lot - but they still had to be subtle. Meaning, Binhe could provide manpower, but the sect had to do the most work.

Slowly the monks that had taken payment had been taken prisoner. After that, all prisoners that had been on trial in that timeline were interrogated again.

Some of them came free, some were still prisoners for the rest of their lives.

But Shen Qingqiu was a special case. The notes had lied about a trial; since everything had been wrong it wasn’t that hard to order another one. But they still needed more time for witnesses.

Yue-shibo had been able to discuss that Shen Qingqiu could be free for now - but his cultivation would still be sealed.

And now they waited.

As Binghe finally heard footsteps down the path, he was nearly vibrating with excitement. As he finally saw his husband going down the stairs, followed by a guard, it needed everything in him to hold himself back and not tackle the man down.

Shen Qingqiu thanked the guard before walking the last step. He smiled at the group before him, free for the first time in five years.

“This lowly one is thanking you all for coming," said Shizun.

“Bro!” screamed Shang-shishu and ran up to the man. Binghe was close behind. Shang-shishu jump-hugged the man, making Shen Qingqiu stumble. Binghe was close behind and hugged the man hard too. Shang-shishu started to cry tears of joy, while Binghe felt his own eyes getting wet too.

And Shen Qingqiu laughed loudly.

“Guys! I am fine, what are these tears for?” asked Shen Qingqiu and patted Shang-shishu's head. He turned his face to Binghe, giving him a soft and chaste kiss.

“We missed Shizun,” said Binghe only. Liu-shishu behind them just grumbled.

“Don’t get into such problems again,” said the war god. Yue-shibo just smiled and looked relaxed for the first time in years.

“It’s good to see Xiao-Jiu healthy,” said the sect leader.

“Shizun is too thin,” said Binghe and rubbed his face on his husband's neck.

“I second that,” said Shang-shishu and rubbed his eyes. “Didn’t they feed you?”

Shen Qingqiu snorted and watched Shang-shishu clean his nose. “You know they did. Physical work just burns a lot of energy.”

Binghe hummed, not letting his husband go. He would cook all the things for his Shizun; his favorite snacks. He would fatten the man up again, till he didn’t feel like one wrong move would snap the man's wrist.

“What now?” asked Liu-shishu. “Are you going back to your peak?”

Shen Qingqiu seemed conflicted as he patted Binghe’s head. “I am still on trial, also for molesting disciples. It wouldn’t look good if I came in contact with them before that.”

“You only ever had that with him,” said Liu-shishu. He looked disgusted, but Binghe ignored that.

“I would just like to briefly visit the ancestral hall before leaving with Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu. He turned to Shang-shishu, who had cleaned his nose. His eyes were still red. “Have you gotten the wine?”

“Wine?” asked Binghe and looked finally up. It was still weird to be taller than Shizun. Binghe still wanted to make himself small and crawl next to Shizun's heart into his ribcage and stay there.

Shen Qingqiu smiled a bit embarrassed. “I may want to do something. Zhangmen-shixiong, if you have the time?”

***

Binghe had cut open the portal, leading them to the peak. Shang-shishu was getting the wine and the cups out, while Liu-shishu had decided to wait outside.

After Binghe had become a disciple of the sect, Shen Qingqiu had ordered the graveyard to include Binghe’s mother. The old washerwoman had gotten her tablet and Binghe had been able to mourn her properly. She was still his only family.

Even knowing what was about to happen Binghe felt nervous. In his head they had been married all these years. But they had never taken their bows or shared marriage wine.

And that would change now.

Shang-shishu had prepared the wine and stood back. Yue-shibo was standing in for Shen Qingqiu’s family. The man had been an orphan, but apparently the sect leader had been one too. They had been brothers on the street and later in the sect.

Binghe and Shen Qingqiu kneeled down.

“It is not the grand wedding an emperor would normally have,” said Shen Qingqiu as he apologized for the situation. Binghe came out of his thoughts and shook his head.

“Shizun, this one doesn’t care about that. I only want us to be together,” said Binghe. This man, even now still in brown robes, cultivation sealed, was all he ever wanted.

“Still,” said Shen Qingqiu. “We will have a grand celebration later. I want to see Binghe in red.”

“And this disciple wants to see Shizun in red too,” said Binghe. Nodding, both took position.

They bowed to heaven, to their family and then to each other.

Binghe poured the wine. Both got their cups, before crossing their arms and feeding it to each other. Binghe didn’t taste the wine; he could have drunk poison for all he cared.

He was fixated on his Shizun’s face, wanting to never let the man vanish in front of him again.

They put their cups down, smiling at each other. Binghe could feel himself nearly bursting with pride.

He was now formally married! His Shizun and he did take their bows!

“Congratulations,” said Yue-shibo and got up. “I guess you will leave with him?”

Shen Qingqiu nodded. “I want to spend some time with Binghe.”

Yue-shibo looked at the demon lord. “Look after him. The new trial is in two months.”

“This lord knows,” said Binghe. Only after the trial Shizun would get his cultivation back. Until then he was only human. Binghe wanted to pamper him, feed him and of course pull him into their marriage bed.

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. “I am still here guys.”

“You are writing to us, you understand?” said Shang-shishu. He still looked a bit rumpled.

“I will, I will,” promised Shen Qingqiu. They got up again, leaving the halls. Binghe was burning to get them home.

***

“... is that the bamboo house?” asked Shizun as they left the portal. Binghe was humming, slightly nervous.

“It’s an imitation," said Binghe. He looked at the walls and the bed. “If the only way to get Shizun back would be to steal him, this one wanted him to be comfortable."

Shizun hummed. “My home is where Binghe is. But thank you.” The older man smiled at Binghe. He seemed relaxed and free. “Binghe did well.”

Binghe bit back a whimper. His Shizun liked it! His husband said he did good! Such praise always was going directly to his dick.

Shizun had walked along the room for a moment before sitting down on the bed. He waved his hand, asking Binghe to sit next to him. Binghe, taking Xin Mo off, followed.

“Binghe has done and seen a lot in those years,” said Shen Qingqiu. Binghe nodded. Five years were a long time after all.

“Has Binghe learned everything about his blood mites?” asked Shen Qingqiu.

“Only what I tested myself and the notes Shang-shishu brought along,” said Binghe.

Shizun tilted his head. “So, would Binghe feed them to me?”

Binghe blinked for a moment, his brain rebooting. Shizun just grinned with teeth.

“That way, Binghe will always know where his husband is. Or if I am hurt,” explained Shen Qingqiu.

“Is Shizun.. sure?” asked Binghe. The blood mites were a powerful tool. Most demons were scared of them, since Binghe could use them to torture them.

Shen Qingqiu took Binghe’s hand and kissed the knuckles. “Of course. There are also… more things one can do with them. But we will come back to that later.”

Binge felt all his blood going south. Did Shizun mean to use the blood mites for sex? And alone this started a row of ideas in Binghe’s head. He could use them to make Shizun come or to stop his orgasm. He could make the man relax, or move his body to his own will. The possibilities were endless.

Shen Qingqiu bit softly into Binghe’s thumb. “Binghe has to help me to open a wound. But heal it immediately after, do you understand?”

Binghe could only nod. He let his left hand form his claws. He used them to scratch deeply into his hand, filling his palm slowly with the red liquid. Shizun was still holding his hand, looking more interested than anything else. Binghe thought for a moment that the man wouldn’t do it. Who in their right mind would drink blood?

But then Shizun did dive in. He did drink a bit before using his tongue to lap up the rest.

And Binghe felt himself go up in flames.

He felt his blood enter Shizun’s body, becoming part of him. He could feel his heartbeat, how his lungs expanded and his muscles moved. He could feel everything.

He was deeply inside the man, deeper than even dual cultivation would permit.

Binghe felt himself groan, his dick had gone hard in seconds. He pulled Shizun into his lap, unable to articulate his feelings. And Shizun didn’t stop! The man just continued to lick!

Seeing this wet tongue glisten in the light, feeling it in his palm. And while doing this Shen Qingqiu still had a hint of tease in his eyes.

Shizun liked how hard Binghe became.

“Does it feel good for Binghe?” asked Shen Qingqiu and gave the palm one last lick. “Feeling his blood in this husband's body?”

“Too good,” whimpered Binghe. His other hand was on Shen Qingqiu's side, there was still a hint of red on Shen Qingqiu's lips. And the next thing Binghe knew was that he was kissing his husband, moaning.

Binghe healed the cut without thought. His body burned, too hot under his robes. His husband was in his arms, his blood in him. Binghe could feel it humming, sensing Shizun's pleasure.

They kissed as Binghe rocked his hips a bit. As if sharing the sentiment, Shen Qingqiu opened Binghe’s pants with both hands and freed his dick. He didn’t stop kissing as Binghe groaned loudly as Shen Qingqiu started stroking his member.

“So good for this husband,” said Shen Qingqiu as Bighe gasped for air. Green eyes were intense on the half-demon. “Binghe did so well, this husband is proud.”

“Husband,” groaned Binghe. His orgasm was quickly approaching, too many senses full of his husband.

“Mhh,” hummed Shen Qingqiu. He used his thumb to play with the slit, making Binghe roll his eyes. “Binghe did become even bigger. How will this husband take his wife, mhh? We would need to stretch him. Maybe Binghe will eat him out first?”

“Husband!” gasped Binghe, his belly twitching. He was so close.

Shen Qingqiu stroked him slower, as he kissed down Binghe's throat. After finding a spot, he set his teeth and bit.

Binghe screamed as he felt the pain of being claimed. His whole body became tight as a string before he orgasmed over his husband's hand. Shizun stroked him through it, slowly, to make Binghe really feel it. While doing this he licked the bite mark. Then he whispered sweet praise into Binghe’s ear.

Binghe felt like he was in heaven. He was holding onto Shizun, leaning his forehead against the man's shoulder. His whole body tingled and his heart was full.

Shizun had let his dick go, using his clean hand to softly scratch at Binghe’s head. Binghe felt like purring.

“Did Binghe feel good?” asked Shen Qingqiu as if he hadn't given Binghe the most mind blowing orgasm since they had been separated.

Binghe nodded, his tongue still thick in his mouth. He gulped once, his senses clearing. He still had a lap full of Shizun. They had married today, so Binghe wanted to at least give his Shizun one orgasm back. He had stocked in slick, had stretched himself the last days - they could do whatever, Binghe didn’t care. They could even only use their hands and mouth - as long as Shizun was touching him the world was right.

So Binghe kissed the man, who giggled at the way Binghe nibbled at his lips. They had trained Binghe’s way of biting out of him, but he still had the urge to bite and mark. So nibbling it was.

He opened Shen Qingqiu robes. He had ordered new ones, made out of the softest silk. He had soap to soften his Shizun’s skin. He had hair oil with the best properties.

Binghe was still thinking about how he would pamper his husband, as he put a hand in his Shizuns pants.

He found the man's dick, but it was still soft.

White noise was in Binghe’s head at that.

Why? What happened? Had his Shizun.. some kind of dysfunction?

Was Binghe… not enough anymore, after growing up? He was neither small nor petite anymore. He was taller than Shizun and stronger too. Insecurities battled in Binghe’s mind. But it couldn’t be. His Shizun had just married him! Just today! He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t find Binghe at least a bit attractive, right?

Binghe listened to the blood mites. His Shizun felt aroused; but Binghe could find nothing wrong with his body. His organs were functional.

While Binghe did all that, he had frozen a bit, so he was still holding Shen Qingqiu's soft dick. Their kiss ended a bit abruptly. Shizun blinked, his cheeks still a bit red.

“Is it too much?” asked Shen Qingqiu in a way like he assumed that Binghe knew what was going on. But Binghe didn’t know!

“Shizun is… soft,” said Binghe. He looked at his husband, robes open and showing the sigil for his sealed cultivation on half of his chest and belly.

Shizun shrugged his shoulders. “That won’t change till the trial,” said the man.

The trial? What had the trial to do with the situation at hand?

“Asking for clarification,” said Binghe.

Shizun blinked. “Has Shang-shidi not…? Of course he hasn’t.” mumbled Shizun.

Binghe got just more confused. What did Shang-shishu have to do with their sex life?

Shizun sighed, pulling back a bit. Binghe also pulled away his hand, letting the man open his robes and showing the full scale of the sigils. Since Shizun had been nearly a nascal soul, they had to put a lot of work into sealing his cultivation.

But as Binghe looked closer, he saw another set of sigils. He had studied them for the case he needed to break Shizun out. And what he saw made his eyes widen. Shizun just nodded.

“There is still the trial that this one molested his disciples," said Shen Qingqiu. He pointed to the sigil on the lower dantian. “Convicted prisoners regarding this often get their pleasure center sealed. Meaning, this master can neither get hard or orgasm till they lift the seal.”

Meaning Shizun would stay soft, regardless of what they did. He could not fuck Binghe, and even when Binghe was the penetrating partner he would not orgasm.

And Shizun had this seal for five years already! He must be frustrated!

“Shizun!” said Binghe and pulled him closer. “This one didn’t want to torture you!”

“Who is talking about torture”?” asked Shen Qingqiu. “I enjoyed what my wife did.”

“But Shizun can’t orgasm!” said Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. “I know. But that doesn't mean I don’t feel pleasure from touching my wife.” He rubbed Binghe’s cheek. “There are other ways of pleasure for me. And I really want Binghe to fuck me into the next week.” He grabbed Binghe’s dick, which was getting hard again.

“Look at the bright side,” smiled Shen Qingqiu and rubbed Binghe back to hardness. “Binghe can show me his demonic stamina and this one will not be too sensitive. Binghe can fuck me for hours, how does that sound?”

It sounded like heaven.

“Is… Is my husband really alright with it?” asked Binghe. He didn’t want to make Shizun uncomfortable.

“Will Binghe stop if I ask him too?” asked Shizun.

“Of course!” said Binghe.

“Then I see no problem,” said Shen Qingqiu and pulled his hand back. He was sitting on the demon lord's lap and seemed like a cat that got the canary. “Binghe should show me that he didn’t forget how to use his tongue."

“Of course Shizun,” said Binghe and got to work.

Chapter Text

At first Binghe finally got their last robes off. Their pants followed and Binghe could finally see his Husband’s body fully after five years.

Shen Qingqiu was a pak lord with a high cultivation, so he could heal most wounds without leaving scars. There were still old scars on his back and on his legs, but they had been so old that the scars weren't pink anymore.

Binghe archived every new scar. He found scratches on Shen Qingqiu arms, likely from manual labor. Then there were the ones he got while protecting Binghe from the old palace master; since his cultivation had been sealed shortly after he hadn't been able to heal them fully.

And he was so thin. Shen Qingqiu had always been lean, not building up muscles easily. It was clear that he had been given food, but worked enough to burn it all away and more.

Shen Qingqiu let himself fall onto the bed and pulled Binghe along.

“Today is still our wedding day,” said Shen Qingqiu and brought Binghe back into the present. “This husband wants to be held by his wife.”

“Shizun,” sighed Binghe and let himself slot against his husband. Since Binghe was now taller he could protect Shen Qingqiu. As the older man pulled him close, Binghe felt heady touching their whole bodies together.

“Mh, Binghe grew up strong,” said Shen Qingqiu and looked up to Binghe. His hair was like a waterfall on the bedding. Shen Qingqiu sneaked a hand down and grabbed one of Binghe’s ass cheeks. “Very strong.”

Binge felt the laugh burst out of him. “Shizun!”

“What? It’s true,” said Shen Qingqiu and wiggled a bit under Binghe. “With those tighs you could fuck me into next week.”

Binghe still felt the grin on his face, even as he shook his head. “Husband is silly.”

“Your husband is horny,” said Shen Qingqiu. “I will properly be tight, it’s not like there was any lube in prison. Spit only goes so far.”

Binghe did push himself up and grabbed the small flask under the pillow. He had planned for this moment after all.

“So Shizun did touch himself thinking of his wife?” asked the demon lord as he started to kiss down his husband's neck. One hand was playing with the man's nipples.

Shen Qingqiu was relaxing under Binghe’s touch. “Sometimes. It’s not like I had a room just for myself.”

Binghe crawled down, kissing over the sigils on his husband's body. How he wished that they were just gone.

“I hope Shizun had not been tempted," said Binghe. He really doubted it, since his Shizun had seemed to only look at his disciple. But who knew who else he had seen there?

“Silly Binghe”said Shen Qingqiu and scratched Binghe’s scalp as the man was now above the soft cock. “How could anyone compare to my wife? And I knew Binghe would free me sooner or later.”

Shen Qingqiu said it with so much conviction that Binghe felt unworthy. He had tried his best, but without help his husband would still be in prison.

But back to the job at hand.

Binghe took the soft member in his mouth. It was a bit like the cockwarming he had done before the whole fiasco happened.

And his Shizun still tasted the same. The cock was a good weight on his tongue, a bit salty from sweat. With his nose deep in the black curls Binghe found himself drifting for a moment.

“Mhh, is my wife still so hungry for my dick?” asked Shen Qingqiu and stroked a strand of hair away. Binghe blinked. “We have to wait a bit till we can do it that way. Till then my wife has to take the lead.”

Binghe hummed and started sucking on the still soft dick. He opened the flask and poured some oil on his hand, before teasing the ring of muscles.

Shen Qingqiu hummed, relaxed. Binghe followed by inserting a finger. His Shizun was tight and wet. They hadn’t gotten around to play this way before Huan Hua happened.

But now they could.

Binghe continued to suck the soft member and move his head, Shen Qingqiu using his fingers for soft touches. A small scratch behind an ear there, a stroke of the cheek here.

Binghe worked first a second finger and shortly after a third finger inside. He stretched his husband and tried to find the good spot inside him. As he found it he felt his Shizun shiver.

“Binghe, there,” said the man and his eyelids fluttered. Reinforced Binghe continued his quest. He didn’t want to torture his husband, so didn’t touched the spot too much. After he could move four fingers in a good way he pulled back.

And seeing his Husband like that? The man was leaning back. A small red shine was on his cheeks and chest. He was breathing faster and there was molten heat in his eyes.

All just because of Binghe. The demon lord felt himself transfixed by the sight, but caught himself. He used more oil for his own member before positioning himself between Shen Qingqiu’s legs.

“Good boy,” said Shen Qingqiu, holding onto Binghe’s arms. “Please fill your husband.”

With these words alone Binghe would  have been able to orgasm, but he didn’t. He concentrated and pushed inside, making them both groan.

Binghe had dreamed about this, but his imagination couldn’t compare. It was so hot and wet, so alive. He pushed till he was completely inside, resting his hips against Shen Qingqiu’s.

“So full,” said Shen Qingqiu and looked up dreamingly to Binghe. He pulled one hand back and stroked over his belly.

“I think Bingh is bulging my belly a bit, see?”

Binghe looked down, and at first he didn’t see it. Too much of the belly was filled with the sigil. But as Binghe was pulling back slightly he saw a nudge of movement. He pushed inside again and saw the stretch of skin change.

It was like every nerve in Binghe was burning up. He only knew what he was doing after the fact. He pushed Shen Qingqiu’s legs up to his shoulders and started pushing the man down, ramming himself inside.

Shen Qingqiu was making a surprised “Ah!” sound but didn’t tell Binghe to stop. He was now holding onto the bedding, letting his lower half be manhandled.

Binghe felt himself going feral. His husband was taking him, he was inside Shizun. He could see himself filling his mate, his other half. He was filling the man out so well.

Shen Qingqiu gasped at a harsh trust, but he was smiling a bit despite that. “Does Binghe like to see it? Filling his husband so much?”

Binghe felt himself growling. He pushed Shen Qingqiu’s legs up, nearly folding the man in half. Like that Shen Qingqiu could only take what Binghe was giving him.

And Binghe did exactly that. He pushed inside him, breathing hard. His tights were burning, the fire in his belly high.

But Shen Qingqiu just looked like Binghe was giving him something delicious. He licked his lips, his hair sweatwet at his temple.

“Come on wife, how about you fill this husband?” asked Shen Qingqiu.

That was enough to let the fire explode. Binghe groaned and gripped the legs to bruises as he came. He pulsed inside his husband, who whispered praises.

Binghe felt himself getting clear headed. He pulled back, seeing the mess follow. His eyes turned upwards and found green eyes watching him. Shen Qingqiu opened his arms and Binghe crawled into them.

“Husband,” whispered Binghe and was holding onto the man as his heartbeat calmed down. Shen Qingqiu just hummed and was drawing patterns on Binghe's back.

“Was it not too much for Shizun?” asked Binghe after a while. 

“Mh? No, I liked it. Seeing that this husband is still able to get his wife reared up like that is a good feeling,” said Shen Qingqiu.

“This one will always like his husband this way,” said Binghe. He looked up to the man. Shen Qingqiu would get his cultivation back; but even if the man would grow old, Binghe would still love him. He would hold on to this man till only bones would remain.

Shen Qingqiu just kissed Binghe’s forehead. “And this one will always want Binghe. Even when he is not disguising his demonic heritage."

Binghe blinked at that, Shen Qingqiu just rolled his eyes. “Binghe is still hiding some things, right?”

“Not.. not on purpose,” admitted Binghe. Outside of the demon realm people felt easily threatened when Binghe showed his sigil. It was enough for most disputes.

“Can this husband see?” asked Shen Qingqiu, and who was Binghe to say no?

With a thought, Binghe's disguise dissolved. His ears became pointed, his teeth sharp. His eyes gleamed a dark red, while his fingers developed claws. His whole body became more buff as well.

But Shen Qingqiu’s eyes started to shine at the development. He rubbed over Binghe’s ear. “How cute.”

Binghe blinked. “Cute?” He had been called many things, but cute was not one of them.

Shen Qingqiu smiled wide. “Yes, your ears are cute. I want to bite them. Your eyes were intense before, but now it’s like a whole another level. Did you grow more muscles too? Let me see!”

Binghe got up and on his knees, Shen Qingqiu followed. He took one of Binghe’s hands as well. He tested the claws, pulled at them, before stroking Binghe’s body. “Magnificant.”

Binghe felt himself grow another inch taller. Shizun liked his demonic version. No, he loved it! He loved him even as a demon!

Shen Qingqiu pulled for a short moment at one of the nipples. Binghe gasped at that, looking slightly disturbed at Shen Qingqiu. But the man just grinned.

“Your chest is just so big! If you would give milk, you could serve three babies,” said Shen Qingqiu. He used both hands to sample the goods, testing how heavy they were.

Binghe was still caught on the milk thing. Of course he had, in a sort of far away future way, thought of having a family with his husband. There were plants and other things to ensure a male pregnancy happened. Some of them made one’s gender change, others simply added a womb.

Binghe had thought, should it happen in the far away future, that he would carry their children. His body was able to adapt quickly and he would be healing fast from birth. 

Shen Qingqiu playing with his chest had already gotten him hard again, but as Binghe’s imagination gave him first a big belly, then a child on his chest, Shizun then fucking another child into him, was making Binghe so hard it hurt.

But who could blame him? His Shizun, having children with him!

Shen Qingqiu of course noticed, but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed Binghe shorty on the lips. 

“Seems like Binghe’s demonic stamina is really a beast. How about we try it from behind as well?” asked Shen Qingqiu. The man turned around and showed his backside to Binghe. There was a line of semen still sticking to Shen Qingqiu’s skin.

Binghe felt himself growling and pushing those perfect globes aside, before diving into it with his tongue. Shen Qingqiu groaned but didn’t stop him. After eating the man out Binghe would fuck his husband in the promised position. Maybe Shizun would ride him when he had the energy. Binghe would like to see his belly bulge again.

It was still their wedding night after all, they still had a few more hours to cover.

***

Shizun was sitting in the hot water like a spoiled cat. After a few rounds of sex, using everything at their disposal, Shen Qingqiu became too tired. Binghe had fed him a few snacks while they cuddled before guiding the man into the pool.

Binghe couldn’t help but feel satisfied. He was finally married to the love of his life, had him safe in his arms and they consummated their marriage.

Of course his husband was still weak, till his cultivation got unsealed. They had to wait two months for the trial to happen, and hopefully everything would be smooth sailing from there.

Binghe placed the last soap at the edge of the pool and then went into the water as well. He had built this in anticipation of his husband's fond hobby of soaking for a long time.

“Can this wife wash his husband’s hair?” asked Binghe. Normally one would clean themself before entering the water, but Binghe had installed arrays that self cleaned the water regularly. It also had relaxing and healing properties.

“Sounds good, thank you Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu and turned his back to Binghe. The half-demon first untangled the hair with great care before washing his Shizun’s scalp. Only the sound of the water was heard, but the silence was filling in itself.

After two rounds of washing Shizun’s hair was soft to the touch. His husband hummed.

“Can I wash Binghe’s too?” asked Shen Qingqiu.

“Of course,” answered Binghe. His Shizun had helped him before everything happened with his hair too. Shizun hadn't been a natural - one day he had pulled Shang-shishu along, the only other cultivator with curly hair. They had discussed and brought along the right products, and tried out different styles. Binghe had never felt so blessed and embarrassed at the same time.

After Binghe’s hair was clean as well, Binghe used his qi to dry their hair. They helped each other with the hair oil. And touching the mass on black hair, the familiar scent enveloping him, let Binghe yearn for easier times in the bamboo house.

But he couldn't change the past, only their future.

After that they got ready for bed. Servants had cleaned the bedroom for them, making their love tumbling invisible.

Shen Qingqiu curled himself up into their bed, deep sighing into the pillow. Binghe couldn't help but chuckle.

“That good?” asked Binghe and got behind his husband, guiding his arms around him under the bedding.

“Believe me, after sleeping on these mats for years this is heaven,” said Shen Qingqiu with great emphasis. Binghe kissed the neck before him and hummed.

“Husband will now only ever sleep on the softest bedding,” said Binghe. Why was he a demon lord when he couldn’t spoil his spouse?

“Wherever Binghe is, this husband will be too,” said Shen Qingqiu softly, as the man was falling asleep already. Binghe huffed and used his qi to cut off the light of the nightpearls. Binghe waited till his husband was sleeping deeply before he closed his eyes.

With his dream manipulation Binghe made sure that his husband had a good night's sleep, filling their dreamscape with soft laughter and the smell of bamboo.

Chapter Text

“Now, is Binghe going to court today?” asked Shen Qingqiu.

After their wedding night they had slept the day away. Binghe had prepared a late breakfast, taking pleasure in seeing his husband eat his food and praising it like in the old days.

“I tried to clear my schedule for Shizun,” said Binghe and meant it. He made sure that no big quests were open and most of the demon realm was in a calm state.

“Does Binghe want to show me his palace then?” asked Shizun.

So that’s what they did that day. Binghe showed his husband around, showed him the small zoo of demonic animals, which his master was ecstatic about. The library was a success too, since the man had already gotten a few volumes to read for later brought to their bedroom.

Their next days were spent idle. If they didn’t talk about Binghe’s time in those years, they spend the time in each other's arms. Binghe didn’t want to overwhelm his husband with his wishes, but the man just pulled him back down whenever Binghe said that.

So Binghe spent the days very happily satisfying his husband and himself. Touching a soft dick was still weird, but his husband still could feel the pleasure. As long as Shizun was okay with it, they continued that way.

After a week Shang-shishu and the day after that Yue-shibo visited. They talked at length with Shizun, but Binghe used the time to get some paperwork done. Even Liu-shishu visited once, just to make sure that Shizun was alright.

But Binge felt that after two weeks his Shizun was getting restless. And honestly? It was later than the half-demon had expected.

The man was a planner, as the peak lord of the scholarly peak. He loved to lay out the future and let people fall into his traps.

So Shizun asked one morning “Could this husband accompany you to court today?”

Binghe tried looking like he was unsure about that. “This one isn’t sure, with husband’s cultivation sealed…”

“But you have to show off your empress, right?” asked Shen Qingqiu. He said it with a teasing smile, tilting his head and showing off the recent bite mark on his throat. Binge hummed.

“Binghe could even dress me up, how about it?” asked Shen Qingqiu. He leaned forward and whispered. “And take it off later as well.”

As if Bingh could say no to that.

He already had ordered robes worthy of his empress. Shizun had gained weight in the last two weeks. 

Binghe clothed his husband in black and red. Jewelry was used in piercing red and gold. Shizun himself painted a red demon mark on his forehead, showing his belonging to Binghe.

The demon lord felt himself vibrating a bit. His empress looked gorgeous. Everything played so well into his body's state and how delicate he was able to move. Even without his cultivation his movements were flawless like water.

“Ready?” asked Shen Qingqiu and took Binghe’s hand. The demon lord nodded and guided his empress out of their chamber, right into the fray.

***

The court had been pretty normal so far. Just a few disputes, but nothing major. Binghe had looked into his empress' face after his decisions on a case, but found the man only nodding. 

After one request he even looked proud.

The next request was a bit unusual. A group of demons that lived near a lake started to get sick. The people that caught the mystery illness seemed unlike themselves, before they were found dead and bleeding out of ears and nose.

Binghe listed down the possible illnesses in his head, but none of them fit completely. As he wanted to ask further questions a servant came to Shen Qingqiu, who had asked her a minute ago after something; Binghe had assumed that he had been thirsty, since his glass had been empty.

But Shizun had gotten… a bucket?

Shizun was standing up with the bucket, walked a few steps and poured the soapy water over the demon next to the one asking for help. Everyone was so confused and surprised at the same time that nobody had stopped the human. Even Binghe felt his own mouth being wide open in surprise.

But before someone could ask for clarifications, the demon convulsed, landing on his side, coughing. After three coughs he expelled some black liquid which started moving to his husband!

The servant that had brought along the bucket brought the next one to Shen Qingqiu, who took it and let the liquid land his attack in the bucket. It sizzled and a scream was heard, before the tone died down.

Binghe had run down to his empress’ side as he black liquid had started to walk towards his husband. Binghe still felt his heart beating in his throat. “What was that?”

Shen Qingqiu just blinked at his husband and the court around them. “Just leviathans.” 

One member of the demon court gasped, as the others started to talk with themselves. Shen Qingqiu gave the bucket to the servant. “After an hour it should be dissolved completely. Pour the water in the dirt-water system then.”

“Empress Shen,” said the demon from below. He was kneeling next to the man that was now free of the parasitic slime. “What… What was in the bucket?” The other demon got sitting up again, looking like he woke up from a dream.

“Just soap,” said Shen Qingqiu. “Be ready for the slime to look for another victim. Get a monk to bless the water, it will be safe after.”

“Shizun,” said Binghe only. “Can you next time prepare that poor husband of yours before you do something like this?”

Shizun just blinked and tried to look demure. “But Husband! The leviathan have their own agenda. It would have run if it knew what I planned! And those poor demons would have been killed on their way back when we just told them the solution.”

“Yes, Empress Shen saved this one's life,” said the demon and kneeled before Shen Qingqiu. “This one will always follow empress Shen and work hard to be worthy of his regard.”

“This empress thanks you,” said Shen Qingqiu, smiling. Like it was just another day for him, like he didn’t just save that man's life and the whole village.

With just this Shen Qingqiu has found a way to the heart of the whole court.

***

Binghe found himself and his husband later breathing heavily on their daybed (the bedroom had been too far away. Binghe had opened the robes of his husband and had gotten down on him in the hallway, licking him open and using the blood mites to relax his empress. They ended on the daybed.)

“Husband?” asked Binghe after the man had gotten his breath back. The lipgloss was slightly rubbed off, but the demon mark was still a bright red.

“How did Shizun know? Even this one had never heard about leviathans,” said Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu just sighed, as he slowly got out of his rumbled robes. “Volume fifteen of prayers in the monastery."

Binghe blinked. Shen Qingqiu continued to explain.

“At first this master was in a holding cell. We got food twice a day and this master was bored out of my mind. After asking they send a monk in that was learning for a higher position. And shouldn’t prisoners also hear prayers? So the monk read aloud and this master listened.”

“And since Shizun never forgets anything…” continued Binghe. He also got out of his own robes, sweaty as they were.

“I helped him study. As he left three months later I repeated the words to the other prisoners. It was better than the silence. The guards found out about my memory and then I got transferred a lot and helped everywhere. I mean, they didn’t let me be near children, but demons couldn’t enter the mountain range so they were pretty lax about my imprisonment after that.”

It was the most Shizun had told about the five years till now. Binghe took it in like a sponge.

“So Husband found comrades even in prison,” said Binghe. Shizun snorted.

“This one was working together with orphanages or free clinics, so he met a lot of poor folks. Talking to prisoners wasn’t that much different,” said Shen Qingqiu. Now free of the robes he opened his hair, taking off the hairpin. “Bath?”

“Of course," said Binghe and followed the naked man eagerly into the bathchamber.

***

Of course Shizun didn’t just attend court that one time. He now followed Binghe everywhere.

He had ideas for settlements, coups and illnesses. He made friends with other demon clans; if it wasn’t so adorable Binghe would be quite frantic at seeing his husband talk animatedly with one of the lava-demons.

But his husband was also happy. The man had always been interested in every demonic beast and plant, their history and wars. He also knew the last thirteen human emperors, but his face became kind of blank if he had to talk about that.

Seeing the man like that, talking to the demoness of the centaur-clan, making her laugh and after getting permission in braiding her hair, made Binghe aware that his husband was a weird person. But who else would have taken in a demon child? Who else would have protected him with his life, making deals to make sure he would survive? 

Only Shen Qingqiu would do all this. Only this man could love a half-demon like Binghe and be truly happy.

And Binghe was glad every day that the gods had made it possible for him to meet his husband.

***

“Ah, Binghe… please, stop,” said Shen Qingqiu. Binghe needed a second to stop, his body already used to the rhythm and stopping fully inside his husband.

The man was shivering, his eyes closed. That wasn’t normally a bad look, but Binghe had noticed small things the last few days. His husband hadn’t been as enthusiastic in getting fucked or getting oral. It was fine if he used his mouth or hands on Binghe, but now he seemed frustrated mostly.

Binghe let his husband breathe, even as his body was still strumming with arousal. He slowly pushed a strand of hair behind his Shizun's ear. “Was it too much?”

Shen Qingqiu gulped, before opening his eyes again. “This husband is sorry, but at the moment… it’s frustrating.”

Binghe could only imagine. After all, they had sex daily, sometimes even more than one round. And all this time Shen Qingqiu had never orgasmed once.

He still had felt good, Binghe had been able to tell. He liked the feeling of being full, of seeing Binghe getting his pleasure.

But even Shen Qingqiu would have a limit.

Binghe pulled slowly out, turning the both to their side and holding his husband close.

“Shizun doesn’t have to apologize,”said Binghe. “Honestly, Shizun had been holding on for longer than this one anticipated.”

Shizun snorted. “It wasn't so bad the last five years,” said Shen Qingqiu. “You weren't there. But now that I have you in my arms…”

Binghe kissed the crown of Shizun’s head. “This Binghe loves his husband, regardless of our sex life.” Shen Qingqiu snorted at that. “Of course this Binghe loves what we've been doing, but if we can't? As long as Shizun is by my side the rest isn’t important.”

“I like giving Binghe pleasure,” said Shen Qingqiu and kissed Binghe’s cheek softly. “It feels good.”

“But then we will do it in a way that Shizun is comfortable with,” said Binghe. Shen Qingqiu hummed.

“I could use my mouth and hands…” said Shen Qingqiu and grabbed Binghe’s still stiff dick. Binghe pulled back and used his blood mites to get rid of his hard one. “Not now.”

“You sure?” asked Shen Qingqiu, searching Binghe’s face for something.

Binghe nodded. “Let’s just clean up and sleep for today.”

Shizun had seemed to find what he was searching for, nodded. After that they cleaned up and as Binghe turned off the light he heard a small “Thank you” in the darkness. He just pulled his husband closer, willing all his love for this man to assimilate into Shizun’s body, so that the man would never think again that he needed sex to hold this marriage together.

Binghe had loved his Shizun before he even thought about sex; he had thought about that laugh, the soft touches, the shared tea.

The sexual aspect came later. Shizun had felt like home with everything the man was. And that was the thing Binghe wanted to protect the most.

***

“Damn, Shixiong, can’t you give me a break?” asked Shang-shishu and let his head drop onto the table.

Shen Qingqiu was just snorting. “I gave you every information you needed, told you which people to contact, and you still cry about it?”

“I didn't know that there were so many people! How come I didn’t know about the fucking nuns?”

Binghe brought them tea to the table. There wasn't a lot of space left with all the paper distributed evenly on it. “I thought we had a plan?”

“The plan is good,” said Shang-shishu. “It’s just so much work!”

“Then take a break,” said Shen Qingqiu. “In the end only the scale counts either way.”

Binghe sat down next to his husband. The trial would count the witnesses and Shen Qingqiu would need to drink a truth portion. After that a heavenly gadget would count sins against merits.

“Shizun..” said Binghe slowly. The man put his mug down and hummed “This one doesn’t doubt Shizun’s plan, but….”

Shen Qingqiu smiled and took Binghe’s hands. “Does Binghe trust this master?”

“Of course!” said Binghe “This one does. It is only that this one doesn’t trust himself.”

“Ah, Binghe,” said Shizun. “This one knows his wife, does he not? I will be fine.”

Binghe still felt not really sure about it, but nodded. He could only trust in his Shizun and in Shizun’s trust in him.

***

Time passed easily. 

On the next day the trial would start. Binghe found himself unable to calm down. He could force himself to fall asleep easily, but he had too much nervous energy.

Shen Qingqiu of course noticed it.

The peak lord was sitting in bed, freshly bathed and a silk robe around him. His hair was a black mass on the pillow. He put his book down.

“Binghe, come here,” said Shen Qingqiu. Binghe, as he was looking for work, cleaning here and there, reanranging things just to give his hands something to do, let his shoulders relax and followed the call.

On the bed Shen Qingqiu pulled Binghe to himself, till the half-demon’s head was in his lap. Binghe could smell the skin of his husband and the jasmin soap he preferred.

“Is Binghe nervous?” asked Shen Qingqiu. He started to scratch the scalp of his wife and made Binghe’s eyes flutter shut.

It was impossible to lie to his husband.

“This one is,” said Binghe. He closed his eyes. “I know that we prepared everything very diligently. But, what if the old palace master or others try to sabotage us?”

“Then, is my husband not emperor of the demon realm?” said Shen Qingqiu, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Binghe opened his eyes and looked at his husband's face. The two months in the demon realm, enough sleep and Binghe’s cooking had gotten rid of the dark lines under the man's eyes.

“If everything fails we leave the human realm and stay in the demon realm. There are a few wild monks walking around which I am sure could be paid for their services. And if even that can’t work, we search for the immortal lily or the long-living-pond.”

Binghe blinked before snorting. “Should we not get husband’s cultivation back rightfully, we will search for other means to make him immortal?”

Shen Qingqiu shrugged his shoulders. “The world is vast, Binghe. There are a lot of things still waiting to be explored.”

Shen Qingqiu leaned down and kissed Binghe softly on the forehead. “As long as this husband can stay with his wife, the rest will follow.”

Binghe felt how the heat in his throat made his eyes water. “Then this one trusts his husband.”

“Good,” smiled Shen Qingqiu and stroked Binghe’s cheek. “Does Binghe feel better now?”

Binghe nodded. He was still nervous about tomorrow - but not blindly anymore.

Shen Qingqiu’s smile became a grin. “How about a distraction then?”

Binghe sat up as he noticed the gleam in Shen Qingqiu’s eyes. “What kind of distraction?”

Shen Qingqiu sat up and walked to one of their drawers, opening it. He got a small chest out of it, presenting it to Binghe.

“At first Binghe has to choose which one,” said Shen Qingqiu and waited for Binghe to open the chest. Binghe crossed his legs and pulled the chest closer. It was nondescript and the wood was good quality, but aside from that one couldn’t assume what it protected.

Binghe opened the chest, blinking at the sight.

Pillars - made out of jade.

They started small and became bigger, till the biggest rivaled Binghe’s own. The demon emperor looked up to his husband who was getting some kind of contraception made out of leather out of another drawer.

Did Shizun want to use the pillars since his own couldn’t get hard? Binghe had in the past only used his own fingers; he hadn’t wanted to use other means before getting his husband back.

But now, seeing these, with the thought that Shizun would use them on him, Binghe could feel his body heating up. Shizun could slowly use the bigger ones, using his mouth on Binghe while playing with his hole. Let him sit on them even in court, being prepared for his husband to take. Shizun would be able to slip right in…

“Binghe?” asked Shizun, as the man had gotten a flask out. The straps were now positioned so that the clasp was just above Shizun’s own soft dick.

Binghe’s eyes widened. With this construction Shizun would be able to fuck him! He would be able to push the pillar inside him, use the flex of his hips to enter him. They could kiss while doing this, Binghe feeling his Shizuns weight and skin-

“This one,” said Binghe and pointed at one pillar that was similar to Shizun’s length. Maybe a bit thicker, but not as long. Shizun hummed.

“Good boy,” said Shen Qingqiu and made Binghe start to get this floaty feeling he loved so much. Somehow being together like this with his husband made his brain calm down, turning over every decision to his husband. Binghe trusted the man to care for him.

Shizun pulled two flasks out of another chest. “Does Binghe want the normal oil or something with a bit extra?”

“Extra?” asked Binghe as he got rid of his own robe. He had started to sweat under it.

“Just some light aphrodisiac," explained Shen Qingqiu. “Nothing strong or hurtful for our cultivation. Just making you… a bit more sensitive.”

Binghe felt his muscles shiver a bit. He felt his control over his appearance slipping, how his eyes became red and his teeth sharper.

“If Shizun uses it on me… “ said Binghe and didn’t end the sentence. Shen Qingqiu just took out the pillar and seemed to screw it into the clasp. It was then standing proud from Shen Qingqiu’s pelvis, ready to make this night a memorable one.

“Since Binghe has been so good, he deserves a treat, right?” said Shen Qingqiu and came onto the edge of the bed. He put the chest down and Binghe found himself kneeling at the edge of the bed, his body rearing to go.

Shen Qingqiu stroked Binghe’s cheek, till he used his thumb to stroke over the half-demon’s lips.

“Let this husband satisfy his wife.”

***

Binghe heard the wet noises from his hole in the room. The symphony was concluded with his moans, as his sensitive walls answered to the touches of his husband.

Said husband was behind him, stroking with one hand his back, while the other played with his hole. Those nibble fingers, able to play hours on the guqin, didn’t get tired playing with him. Sometimes Shen Qingqiu would focus on the pleasure spot, making Binghe shake and moan, other times he would just tease around it, making sure the half-demon could catch his breath.

“Husband,” whimpered Binghe as his legs turned into jelly, his arms shaking from holding the position. “Please.”

Binghe had already begged a few times, only for his husband to say “not yet.” The slick was heating up his insides, making every touch and rubbing more intense.

But it seemed even his husband had enough now.

Shen Qingqiu pulled his fingers back, making Binghe’s hole feel kind of empty. The half-demon turned around, finding his husband slicking the jade pillar.

Binghe felt anticipation rise inside him. Shen Qingqiu got himself positioned behind Binghe, using one hand to guide himself inside Binghe.

The half-demon had been played with for half an hour already. His channel had been made sensitive, but he hadn't orgasmed yet.

The jade pillar filled him deeply, forcing space inside him. Binghe groaned, as he felt himself pushed to orgasm. His cock splattered his come onto the bedding, as Binghe let out a keen sound. It sounded inhuman, but that was besides the point.

Claws shredded the bedding under him, his heartbeat was sounding loud in his ears. Warm hands stroked his sides, before a warm body was pressing himself onto Binghe’s back.

“Good boy,” said his husband and kissed Binghe’s neck, nibbling at it, making the male wife gasp. “Coming onto this one’s cock.”

For all intents and purposes the pillar inside him was Shen Qingqiu’s dick. Its weight was filling him, teasing along his walls.

Shen Qingqiu waited till Binghe had gotten his breath back a bit, before he started to move. It took a few tries before the trusts became smooth and brought Binghe to the edge of insanity. 

It just felt so good. Since Shen Qingqiu had taken Binghe five years ago, the man had wanted to present himself to his husband again. He wanted to taste that pillar daily, wanted to feel the heat and weight inside him. Wanted to smell the come on his skin and feel deeply marked.

This was as close as it could get. Binghe felt his arms slip, making his head land on the bedding, his ass still up. And now he felt the man even deeper.

Binghe groaned, gasping “Husband, husband,” like he couldn’t say another word. Shen Qingqiu was breathing heavily, putting his strength into the trusts.

“Sounds like my wife likes it?” the man asked without expecting an answer. He pushed inside, stayed there, and grinded his hips.

Binghe screamed. He felt spots explode before his eyes, his cock spurting his come again. Shen Qingqiu groaned, as if feeling the pressure on his dick. 

Binghe gasped and tasted his sweat on his lips. Even after two orgasm his body was still roaring to go. He was finally getting what he had wanted for years, his husband's cock inside him. His demonic instincts screamed at him to take and take.

Shen Qingqiu pulled out and rolled Binghe onto his back. Binghe blinked the tears away to look at his husband.

“Are you good to go, Binghe?” asked Shen Qingqiu and positioned himself between those legs. Binghe nodded eagerly and pulled Shen Qingqiu closer with the help of his legs. He stretched his arms above his head, holding onto the metal staff of the bed.

“Mhh, good. Just tell me if it gets too much, alright?” said Shen Qingqiu, getting Binghe to look into his eyes. Binghe gulped once before he rasped “Of course Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu then got Binghe’s legs onto his shoulders and pushed himself inside the man again, seeing the belly muscles of the half-demon twitch.

“Mh, my wife loves getting filled, right? And to be messy in bed. So much come,” said Shen Qingqiu as he started to hammer himself into Binghe’s channel. 

Binghe hissed, as the pillar was now making new waves of pleasure known. His pleasure spot was pushed repeatedly and made his head spin.

“Husband!” moaned Binghe, his mouth dry from screaming. He felt his own dick twitch helplessly. Binghe felt himself surrender to his husband.

“Such a good wife,” said Shen Qingqiu while pushing Binghe’s hips up, folding the man nearly in half. Binghe felt his body accommodating to the stretch, and watched helplessly as Shizun pushed inside again. 

Binghe could only watch his own hole swallowing the pillar, the edges red and used.

“Binghe’s hole is so greedy,” said Shen Qingqiu and he slowly fucked Binghe in this position. Binghe felt him go even deeper than before. The half-demon had never felt so full before.

“It’s a shame that this one can’t fill his wife up at the moment,” said Shen Qingqiu between his thrusts. “Filling his wife till his belly was bulging, making it look like you would already be pregnant with this one’s child.”

Shen Qingqiu said these words while pushing deep inside Binghe, holding the man's legs firmly in place. His words ticked off every box in Binghe’s brain and the half-demons body sized up. Binghe’s dick spurted another load of come, this time on the half-demons chest. Binghe gasped and whined a bit from oversensitivity, his sight becoming blurry.

Shen Qingqiu paused for the moment, kissing the leg he was holding. “Did my wife like to hear that?”

“Yes… please….” Binghe gasped. Even after three orgasm his body seemed to be greedy, to want more. He wanted everything his husband was able to give.

Shen Qingqiu, sweat on his brows, grinned wide. “We still have the whole night, let’s see if I can satisfy my wife, mhh?”

Binghe licked his lips, ready to be devoured.

Chapter Text

The last hour had been long and short at the same time. Binghe waited together with his husband and an unholy large number of people in the courtroom for the trial to start.

Shizun was like a man relaxed to the core. He was wearing the colors of his peak, meaning white and green. Only one underrobe was red, as was the mark on his forehead.

Binghe trusted Shizun’s plan, but how could the man be this relaxed?

As if noticing Binghe’s anxiety, Shen Qingqiu pulled Binghe’s hand to himself and was making sure they were holding hands. Binghe was sure he didn’t portray anything of his feelings on the outside, but Shizun just smiled at him like he could look inside Binghe’s brain.

Binghe just relaxed his shoulders and stroked his husband’s hand with his thumb.

The group slowly began to quieten as the head monk came into the room. Another nun came inside, holding the artifact.

The scale of righteousness.

Binghe knew what this thing looked like; it was used to judge cultivators. It counted their sins and merits, till the scale was done. One could gather enough merits to get an “innocent”. After that it depended on the sin. It was scaled from "innocent" to “break apart the soul.”

Of course, nobody survived the last one.

Binghe felt the glances of the Qiu woman and the old palace master. Till now they only were able to gather witnesses to expose those paid-for monks - so the old palace master shouldn’t be able to influence anyone here. A request to set the palace master on trial was also in the works.

Sometimes Binghe wished they could handle things the demonic way - with that all those disgusting people would be dead already.

A nun cleared her throat and started speaking. “Today we are gathered here to set Master Shen on the trial, since the trial five years ago is invalid. We will start with the truth inducer.”

Shizun let go of Binghe’s hand, before he walked up. He kneeled then down in the middle of the room. A nun brought a flask, but Mu-shishu walked towards her.

“Can this master check the potion?”

The old palace master snorted. “Is the mountain sect now distrusting the monastery?”

“Of course not,” said Mu-shishu. His smile was cold. “It was only such a tragic story that at the last trial the potion was already old and the man qi-deviated before he could be judged. We wouldn’t want a repeat of that, right?”

People mumbled, but the head monk nodded. “As long as we see what Master Mu is doing, this one has no problem with it.”

Mu-shishu took out a needle, tipped it in the potion. As the needle became black, he said “This one is old as well. There really should be someone looking at their sources for the herbs. Can this master ask for another flask?”

Shizun just hummed, as another flask was brought and tested. As Mu-shishu nodded after the tests, it was brought to Shen Qingqiu.

Everyone waited eagerly, but Shen Qingqiu didn’t wait or tried to flee. He took the flask and drank the potion. He needed to cough after.

“This tastes so bad,” said Shizun and some people giggled, surprised that a dignified peak lord was talking like this. But Binghe knew that Shizun’s thoughts had always been way more dirty than the man let show on the surface.

The potion should work nearly immediately. It was also a portion that forced you to tell your sins - which made it special in many ways.

But Shizun was just kneeling, his eyes becoming a bit hazy. Binghe could tell from his blood mites that the man’s heart slowed down. Not talking about one’s sins would force unbearable pain onto the cultivator - but Shizun felt fine.

The head monk frowned. “Is it working?”

“It should,” said the nun.

“Then why doesn’t Master Shen talk?” asked the head monk.

Shizun blinked nearly sleepily. “This master has nothing to confess that would count as a sin.”

People started to talk, the noise becoming loud till the head monk asked for silence.

The old palace master was fuming. “But didn’t you kill the master of the Qiu household?"

“This one did,” said Shen Qingqiu and made the people around them whisper again.

“Then why,” asked the head monk, “doesn’t this count as a sin in your eyes?”

Shizun’s face was relaxed, almost sleepy. “This master only cured the world of an abomination. The head of the household was mentally ill, had already tortured five girls to death, forced two to commit suicide. This one thinks he got rid of a pest.”

People talked among themselves. Shizun was still under the truth potion, so he didn’t lie.

“Liar!” said the Qiu woman. She was standing now, her face ashen.

“Truth potion?” said Shen Qingqiu only and pointed to himself. “This one can’t lie.”

“Then what about the guards?” asked the old palace master.

“Since the head of the household also wanted to be a cultivator, but his body wasn’t able to cultivate, he used artifacts to use this one’s body as cauldron. Wu Yanzi was the one who brought those along. He found this one with the dead lord, killed the guards and spread the fire. He stole money too.”

“But didn’t you live with this man for months?” asked another monk.

“Wu Yanzi was stronger than this one. If this master hadn't followed, he would have been killed,” said Shen Qingqiu. Binghe felt his own blood pumping. As they first had gotten together, Binghe had seen all those old scars, and how Shizun had twitched as Binghe had tried to initiate a qi exchange at first.

It had taken years for Binghe, who had lived with Shizun, to notice all the signs. To notice that Shizun was always aware of other men in the room. How he knew how to fight even with bound hands and feet, how he was kind even to the lowest servant.

Somehow, Shizun’s past hadn’t made the man bitter. It made him kind.

And Binghe couldn’t be more proud.

Shen Qingqiu explained how Yan Wuzi promised to leave the rest of the household alone if Shen Qingqiu came with him. How, in those months, Shen Qingqiu was forced to help the man to survive.

“In the end it was thanks to the help of Zhangmen-shixiong, who participated at the conference at that time, to kill the man,” ended Shen Qingqiu's speech.

Binghe had felt how with every word the people around him got quieter. Shen Qingqiu had been known as a peak lord - having his dirty laundry aired like this was humiliating.

But Shen Qingqiu didn’t behave like he was embarrassed. He explained without emotions - like he talked about a story he read, like it happened to another person.

The head monk nodded, but the old palace master, who had been talking to his subordinates, seemed close to popping a blood vessel.

“Let’s come to the other allegations," said the nun. “The collaboration with demons.”

“Nobody can try to lie that Master Shen didn’t hose a demon on his peak,” said the old palace master.

Shen Qingqiu just smiled. “This one did, even as it took some time to find out that Binghe was the son of the old palace master head disciple. I wonder how that happened?"

People started to whisper again, and a few older subordinates of Huan Hua palace became wide-eyed. “It’s true! Now that he said it, he looks just like her!”

“Of course my poor head disciple was raped,” said the old palace master. “And since she couldn’t abort the demon child, she was too disgusted to come back to the sect. We could have helped her if she did,” lied the old palace master.

Binghe felt himself nearing biting his tongue. He wanted to cut that lying man’s head off.

“We can’t know for sure what happened,” said Shen Qingqiu. “We never found the body. Binghe was found on the river and a washerwoman became his mother. He had been human where it counted.”

“Then why did Shen Qingqiu contact the northern demon realm?” asked the nun.

“There aren’t a lot of notes on half-demons,” said Shen Qingqiu. “This one explained the situation to his fellow peak lords, since we wouldn’t know how long the sigil on Binghe’s demon heritage would hold. It was dissolving naturally. But, if the need arose, Binghe would have been able to learn under Mobei-jun to handle his demonic powers.”

“So, you are admitting to housing the demon cub? Knowingly helping a demon cultivate?” asked the monk.

“This so-called demon cub became the emperor of the demon realm,” said Shizun with a straight back. His eyes became fierce. “Uniting the demon realm, protecting the trade routes, helping the border lands - Binghe did more for the human realm then some of those so called righteous sects.”

“Don’t listen to the man! Of course the demon had used his demonic arts to manipulate this man's mind!” said the old palace master. “How else would someone say that a bloody demon was better than our sects!”

“Be quiet!” said Shizun then in his coldest peak lord voice. The world became silent. Everyone looked at Shizun, eyes wide and a few people even had their mouths open.

“How dare you,” hissed Shen Qingqiu and his face showed how pissed off he was. “Before you is still the emperor of the demon realm, Luo Binghe. Be ready to face retribution if you don’t respect him.”

Binghe felt how people around him seemed to remember themselves. Binghe let a bit of his demonic qi seep out, making them aware that in fact a demon was among them. Even as Binghe was sitting next to his Shishu’s and had handled the trial of his husband calmly till now.

“Don’t forget that Lord Luo is the owner of Xin Mo, a sword which is able to transport one across the realms,” added Shen Qingqiu. “The human realm is not even a tenth of the demon realm. And you all seem to forget that Luo Binghe did not only conquer the demon realm, but also the endless abyss.”

Shen Qingqiu looked straight at the old palace master. “He fought beasts and monsters most of us wouldn’t even see in our darkest nightmares. He has the strength and the capacity to merge all three realms if he wanted to. So don’t you dare disrespect him.”

Binghe felt himself grow taller, even as it was only in his imagination. Shizun talked about him in a way that showed his honor for his position as demon lord. How much he not only loved Binghe, but respected his strength and experience.

Shen Qingqiu turned his eyes to the head monk. “But this one gets the feeling that this trial is a farce either way. We collected the evidence for Wu Yanzi’s crimes, but nobody is asking for that. We collected the statements of this one's merits as peak lord and the discussions we had about Binghe’s heritage. This one never abused his disciples. But what this one gets is only slander to his name.”

Shizun pointed at the scale. “Let the gods decide, shall we?”

The head monk stumbled over his words, the nun bringing down the scale. People started to whisper again, as the artifact was placed before Shen Qingqiu.

“Master Shen needs to add a drop of blood here,” explained the nun. “Then the judging will happen.”

“This one just wanted to inform you that this one's blood also houses the blood of Lord Luo. It’s impossible to separate at this point. Will the gods be able to judge both of us?”

After this question the old palace master started to laugh. “Judging a demon? Why not?”

Shizun just smiled, like it wouldn’t be a problem. The nurse seemed unsure.

“Normally we only judge one person…” added the nurse.

Binghe walked forward and kneeled next to his husband. “This lord accepts the condition. We are married after all, so let’s face the judgment of the gods together.”

Shizun just smiled at Binghe, proudness shining in his eyes. He then used the needle at the scale to produce a drop of blood and transferred it to the scale.

Binghe watched, as did everyone else.

At first the scale was fast in pointing to the “guilty” declaration. It pointed at the “destroy the soul”, which made everyone gasp.

The old palace master laughed. “Look at that! Seems that instead we should have destroyed Master Shen’s soul!”

Binghe felt his hair standing up. He knew this would be a bad plan…!

Shizun gripped his hand, holding it tight. Green eyes looked straight into brown ones.

Shizun didn’t need to say anything. His face said it all.

Binghe tried to contain himself, looking back at the scale. The needle had stopped and was now slowly going backwards, counting their virtues and merits.

As it turned to “destroy the golden core” the old palace master was still smirking.

As it pointed at “seal the cultivation” his face became grim.

The needle turned further and further, til it was no longer in the guilty category.

Binghe felt himself relax at that. His Shizun looked kind of proud.

“Told you,” said the peak lord, smirking wide. Binghe couldn’t help but laugh.

“That is impossible!” said the old palace master. The needle still turned, falling down to “innocent”.

Shizun started to laugh, grinning wide. Binghe felt the rest of their sect relax, Shang-shishu moving around and saying “Fucking yes!”

“This artifact can only be disfunctioning!” said the old palace, but people ignored him. Binghe couldn't help but to pull Shizun closer. All these years, all this hard work, and even the gods told them to be free.

“Binghe did well,” said Shizun and patted the half-demons head, something he had started as Binghe had been a child, but continued still. “I know it was hard on you.”

Binghe nodded, stealing a sniff of his Shizuns scent. He even smelt happy. “This lord understands that we needed to do this to make sure that everyone was aware of how the allegations were wrong. That whatever Shizun did, it was only to save the common people. He never did anything out of altruistic motives.”

Binghe then felt the air change. He turned them around fast, making sure that whatever came, Binghe would be the one to take the hit.

Seconds later the old palace master was standing at sword's edge with Liu-shishu. The man had defended them, even as more Huan Hua disciples seemed to pull out their swords.

“This one can’t believe this! This whole trial is a farce! There is no way that a demon could be innocent!” screamed the man. His daughter was guiding the disciples in the mass of people and they tried to attack their sect.

It was enough.

Binghe was standing up and let the full power of his qi enter the area. Demonic qi burned its way through the air, making the Huan Hua disciples gasp and fall to their knees.

Their sect members were still standing straight, being given medaillons before the trial. The monastery members had their own artifacts, so they too were still standing.

The old palace master was standing, but had a hard time doing so. Binghe let a growl out of his throat.

“How dare you,” said Binghe. He let his human disguise melt away, showing his sharp teeth and his red eyes. He saw how the old palace master's skin turned white.

“We played your game long enough,” said Binghe. He left Shizun next to Liu-shishu. He walked before the old palace master. “Do you think this lord didn’t notice all your plans? How did you try to force everyone to follow your beliefs? Let’s see if the scale really is broken.”

Binghe grabbed the man’s sword arm, broke his wrist, which made him let go of his sword. He then pulled the body to the scale, pushing the hand onto the needle of the scale.

The old palace master screamed, as the needle pierced through his hand. Binghe let go after.

“Let’s look at it,” said Binghe and the needle turned immediately to “destroy the soul.” It only twitched once after that, but stayed there.

“Mhh,” hummed Binghe deeply. “Seems fair to me.” After that Binghe pulled out Xin Mo, cutting straight through the cultivator's body. He let the sword eat - even such a rotten soul shouldn’t be tasty.

It only took seconds, but the light left the old palace master’s eyes. Binghe pulled his sword back and let the dead body fall down.

The palace mistress screamed and ran up to her father, even as she stumbled on the way because of Binghe’s qi. The half-demon pulled his qi back, letting the daughter grief her father.

“This lord took into his own hands what should have been done ages ago,” said Binghe. The rest of Huan Hua looked unsure at how to proceed.

“It seems that even so called righteous sects aren’t without fault. How many monks have been paid by Huan Hua? Seems to this lord that both sects have to start cleaning the dirt in their house.”

Binghe put Xin Mo away and walked back to his husband. The man had Liu-shishu at his right side and Yue-Shibo on his left, perfectly protected.

“This one will visit again in three days with my empress. The monastery better be ready to unseal his cultivation. Otherwise this lord will be very angry.”

After that Binghe used Xin Mo to open a portal, letting the rest of their sect walk back to their peaks, before leaving the chaos together with his husband behind. 

Chapter Text

“Binghe,” sighed Shen Qingqiu. They were waiting with Mu-shishu in the hall of an outpost of the monastery.

As promised, Binghe had taken his husband to the monks again after three days. The fall out after the death of the old palace master had been handled well; after so many things had come to light, in the end the man had gotten off light with Binghe killing him.

Binghe had been surprised by the outcry as the other hall masters and servants of the old palace master had been submitted to a trial. Things had come to light that showed how deeply rotten Huan Hua was. Since the cultivation world had slowly unraveled how they were used by the old man, how they had been manipulated to capture Tianlang-jun when the demon's only sin had been being in love with a human, most cultivation sects were simply glad that Binghe didn’t burn them all to the ground. They had all their hands in imprisoning the current demon emperor's father after all.

But Binghe didn’t care much about it. The man hadn’t been in his life after all, so why should he care about a person he didn’t know? The concept of a father was abstract for him. His mother was the washerwoman, even as she hadn’t birthed him. His shishu’s were his uncles, since they protected him and guided him when Shizun couldn’t. He had all the family he needed.

But he was also still a heavenly demon. Shizun knew a lot about his race, but couldn’t possibly know everything. So what if something Binghe didn’t know could endanger their future children?

Needless to say, even if they could free Tianlang-jun now, wouldn’t the demon now only leave scorched earth behind since he had been wronged?

Binghe had talked with his husband about it, gathering ideas. The glint in Shizun’s eyes had already promised a solution nobody else would be prepared for. But his husband was not the lord of the scholarly peak for nothing.

But the monks still made them wait. Why did it take so much time for them to prepare everything for Shizun’s cultivation to be restored?

A monk had used his qi to assess Shizun’s core, talked to Mu-shishu and then left. They have waited since then.

Annoyed, Binghe walked to his husband, sitting down next to him. Shen Qingqiu took Binghe’s hand on his own and started playing with his fingers.

“They had told us to be patient,” said Shizun. He looked at his martial brother. “But I am sorry that Mu-shidi has to wait with us.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Mu-shishu. “How could anyone estimate that Shen-shixiong's cultivation had reached a new stage even while sealed?”

Shizun just shrugged his shoulders, like it was nothing. To the peak lord it properly was - but he was now a nascal soul stage cultivator. When Shizun’s cultivation would be freed, he would be essentially immortal - and could ascend anytime. He would be the first of the peak lords to reach that stage.

Binghe should be very proud (and he is!) but there was still a hint of fear in his thoughts. Shizun was meant to ascend with his martial brothers and sisters together - even as this would take quite a while. 

The peak lords always ascended together. Could Binghe, even as Shizun’s wife, ask the man to stay? Since Binghe had a demonic heritage he would be unable to ascend. They didn’t fully know if Binghe would also stay the way he was - apparently heavenly demons weren't really immortal, but aged just very slowly. Binghe could be thousands of years old and still look like he was in his thirties for all they know.

“This master thinks that all the prayers and repetitive work is to blame,” sighed the man. “It worked like meditation.”

“Only Shen-Shixiong would find something to blame on reaching another stage in his cultivation,” smiled Mu-Shishu. Binghe had to agree.

A few moments later a monk opened the door and let them inside. On the ground was a gigantic array marked, filling nearly the whole space of the room.

“Welcome,” said another monk. “We prepared everything for unsealing the cultivation. Are there any questions left?”

“How strong will the output be? Should those two wait outside?” asked Shizun. While Binghe understood the question, he took only a step closer to his husband.

“This lord can protect himself and Mu-shishu,” said Binghe. Unsealing cultivation - one that was as strong as Shizun’s and had even gotten stronger - would generate a qi output unheard of. It nearly never happened that qi got unsealed, so the records were spotty at best. That was why they had asked Mu-shishu to come along if a qi deviation would be induced.

“We have an area marked that is secure,” said one of the monks. “Watching from the sidelines should not be harmful.”

“Fine,” said Shen Qingqiu. “Then let’s get started.”

***

It took a while to finish up the rest. Shizun had to take off his robes, leaving his upper body bar. The monks drew more sigils on his body, before finishing up the ones on the ground.

Binghe watched. While he had tried over the years to get as much information from the monastery as possible, it was nearly impossible. Since normally the ground around the sect had been blessed, demons couldn’t enter. Even Huan Hua sect did not have the same amount of knowledge in array work.

So seeing this kind of work was a special chance. Binghe noticed only the basics in spell work - but the rest didn’t make much sense to him. It was like a language he never heard nor read before.

As the monk seemed finished everyone took shelter in the designed area. Only one monk, who seemed as old as the earth itself, walked forward. He sat down into meditation and started his prayers.

One part of the sigils started to glow, till they were a bright light. Another part started to glow then too, and it continued like this. Parts of the sigils on Shizun’s body started to glow too.

Everyone watched with rapid attention as the final sigil started to glow. Till now Shen Qingqiu had waited patiently, his posture relaxed. Now it was like every muscle in the man’s body had gone tense. His eyes opened wide, his mouth opened - and then the whole room was made of light. Binghe had to close his eyes, as the heat and strength of qi was felt even in their sheltered area.

What strength. Was this the feeling of Shizun’s qi? Pure and powerful?

The light slowly dimmed, making everyone blink and try to see something. The sigils on the ground slowly dissolved, as did the markings on Shizun’s skin.

But the man was hunching forward, hand on his chest, trying to catch his breath.

“Shizun!” said Binghe and ran up to the man, ignoring the shout of the monks behind them. Binghe made sure to not touch the markings that dissolved into the air, as he kneeled before his husband.

Binghe took Shizun’s wrist, but felt a pang of pain and had to let it go again. It burned, like something had poured hot water into his veins.

Mu-shishu had followed, now standing next to the couple. “It seems like Shen-Shixiong has a surplus of qi,” said the healer. 

Shen Qingqiu, who had frowned as Binghe had pulled his hand back, nodded to that. He didn’t speak, as he seemingly concentrated on circling his qi, trying to not get his meridians erupted.

“What can we do?” asked Binghe. They had calculated with an insane qi output - something like the light they just saw. But that Shizun would still have so much qi left after that…!

Mu-shishu looked briefly at Shizun, before he seemed to come to a conclusion. “Shen-shixiong had said, should he produce more qi than anticipated, Binghe should give him the cursed sword.”

Binghe’s eyes became wide. Of course!

The half-Demon pulled Xin Mo and could hear the sword singing. It was hungry, since Binghe had dual cultivated, but had been unable to exchange any qi during it.

Shizun grabbed the sword, a concentrated frown on his face. He gritted his teeth, as Binghe felt how the sword and Shizun communicated. Xin Mo was something no human cultivator would ever be able to handle.

But whatever Shizun did, it seemed to work. Binghe felt a snap, like something had to give away, and Shizun poured his qi into the sword with force.

And Xin Mo took it with greed. It was like it was taking every bit of energy they would have exchanged through dual cultivation in the last weeks.

Shizun slowly seemed to calm down, his shoulders relaxing. As he opened his eyes again, they seemed clear and focused.

“This sword really is hungry,” said Shizun and pulled his hands back. Binghe took the sword back, as Shizun looked at his hands. 

“If this shidi may?” asked Mu-shishu. Shizun gave him his wrist. The doctor hummed.

“There is still a slight surplus, but nothing a bit of meditation wouldn’t be able to cure,” said Mu-shishu.

Shizun pulled his wrist back and got up, he looked at his body, like he was new to it. “This master feels like I could fight even Liu-shishi without breaking a sweat.”

Binghe got up too, looking at his husband. Shizun looked the same, but at the same time not. He now had some sort of glow, and Binghe could feel the power hiding in the body. His skin was blank again. Binghe used his blood-mites to confirm, but everything seemed to be in order.

One of the monks brought back Shizun’s robes and sword. “We hope everything is now in order.”

“It is,” said Shizun and took the robes and his sword, which had been sealed before. As he dressed himself he looked at Mu-shishu. “Thanking Shidi for his help.”

“This one was glad to witness the unsealing,” said Mu-shishu. “Will Shixiong go back to the demon realm?”

“At least for a few more days, but then this one will be back. My peak was without guidance for long enough,” said Shizun. 

They had talked about what they would do after Shizun would be a free man again - and as much as Binghe would like to have the man only for himself, he also knew how good Shizun was at teaching. He was still the lord of the second strongest peak of their sect.

They would need to divide their time between the humans and demon realm - but it shouldn’t be that hard with Xin Mo.

In the demon realm Shizun would be his empress, while in the human realm Binghe would be the wife - and that suited them well.

Mu-shishu nodded. “Then we will be awaiting you.”

***

Binghe had opened them a portal, guiding them back to their palace. While Binghe was glad that Shizun was now able to use his cultivation again, he couldn’t help but feel tingly at a whole other thing.

And of course Shizun knew what his wife was thinking about.

The immortal cultivator let himself fall down onto their bed, his outer robe already a bit looser. Shizun smiled and looked up from the bed to Binghe, then using his finger to guide Binghe to himself. 

Binghe followed and let himself lay down next to his husband.

Shizun watched Binghe for a moment, before he used his finger to follow the demonic mark on Binghe’s forehead, before he continued with the shape of the half-demons nose and then lips.

“Shizun?” asked Binghe.

“This husband thanks you,” said Shen Qingqiu. “I don’t want to imagine what would have happened without Binghe.”

“Husband,” said Binghe and took the man’s hands in his own. “This one wouldn’t even have survived another winter hadn't Shizun taken him in. This wife could never repay this debt.”

“Oh, Binghe,” said Shizun in his teacher's voice. “Binghe had always been destined to do great things. Liu-shidi also wanted you as a disciple. Binghe would have found a place either way in the sect.”

“Shizun!” laughed Binghe at that. He kissed the palms of his husband's hands. “While I don’t doubt that Liu-shishu can be a good Shizun, he is not mine.”

How could Binghe describe it? Shizun was the epitope of warmth and kindness. The man was the warm sun on a cold autumn day, a fresh breeze of wind in the summer. The umbrella under the rain, the fluffy robe on a cold winter day.

“Husband is home,” said Binghe. “He made me feel like I belong next to his side. Instead of dreading every day, it became something to look forward to. My husband filled my heart.”

“Silly Binghe,” said Shizun, kissing Binghe’s lips. “Binghe made the peak a home. Before it was a place where this one worked and spent his time, but it wasn’t his place of heart.”

Binghe felt his heart fill with all the memories they created together. Every night in the bamboo house chatting over dinner, Shizun's speeches about the books he read. But also spending time in comfortable silence, just knowing that the other person is only a room away.

Binghe brought their bodies together, needing his husband closer. They kissed deeply but without hurry. Slowly Binghe pulled off their robes bit by bit. As the half-demon was attempting to pull his husband's pants down, he felt something hard underneath.

“Husband!” said Binghe and couldn’t help but to grab the hard dick. “You’re hard!”

Shizun couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I am, aren’t I?”

Binghe grinned, kissed his husband and started to stroke the hard member, making the peak lord shiver. As much as Binghe had known and heard how much Shizun had loved their marital duties, feeling the normal response of arousal was another league.

Binghe remembered everything from the first time they slept together and every time after. How he got to know the man before him, how he liked it. The small gasp when Binghe was using his hand with just the right force; how Shizun’s hips wanted to move, short quick thrusts. How the man was kissing him deeply, unable to let him go, hot for his wife.

Binghe loved it.

As Shizun was groaning, pulling back and closing his eyes, Binghe knew the man was close. He couldn’t decide: the man before him didn’t have an orgasm for more than five years. Should they wait till Shizun was fucking him? Or did want Shizun to come with Binghe inside him?

But as Binghe saw the red cheeks and the concentrated look, he could see something else. 

Shizun was nervous.

“Husband,” said Binghe and made the man open his eyes. Binghe kissed Shizun and pressed himself as close as possible to him. Shizun was grabbing Binghe’s biceps, unused cultivator strength slightly bruising his skin.

“Only look at me. It will feel good,” said Binghe. Shizun deserved to only feel good - after so many years of withholding pleasure from him. The man deserved every orgasm he could get. 

Binghe stroked him faster and at the right angle, making the man gasp. The half-demon could feel Shizun’s body being tight as a string.

“Husband, let go. Let this wife make you feel good,” said Binghe. He kissed his husband again, using his teeth to nibble on the man's lips. After another stroke the man came.

Shizun’s dick pulsed in Binghe’s hand, while the peak lord bit into Binghe’s lips. The taste of iron filled Binghe’s mouth and it made everything only more intense. His husband shivered as Binghe stroked him through his orgasm. Binghe stopped as the man put his hand on Binghe’s arm.

Shizun caught his breath, his eyes a bit glassy. His lips were bitten red and the skin on his chest had gotten sweaty.

Binghe pulled his hand back; he hadn’t caught everything, but a bit of sperm was still on his fingers. The half-demon licked them clean as his husband was caught staring.

As Binghe finished cleaning his hand, he said “Thanking Shizun for the meal.”

Shizun snorted, before he giggled, which exploded to a full out laugh. Binghe felt himself grinning, the atmosphere relaxed and welcome.

“Shut up,” said Shizun and swatted his shoulder. “No way this can be counted as a meal.”

Binghe just shrugged his shoulders. “Shizun knows that demons like the scent and taste of their mates.”

Shizun just shook his head, before he pulled Binghe down again. They kissed shortly, Shizun should be able to taste himself and somehow that was dirty and delicious at the same time.

Binghe felt his own hardness pressed against his husband's leg, as the man before him had seemed to be reminded that his wife still had needs.

“Binghe did well,” said Shizun, knowing well that praise was making it only harder for Binghe, not easier. The half-demon started to rub himself on his husband's body, pants still on.

Shizun licked his lips. He looked like the cat that got the canary. “Let’s see if my cultivation has the stamina as Binghe’s heavenly demon one. This husband has felt good and wonders if he can feel that way again.”

Binghe grinned at the challenge. “This wife accepts.”

***

Shen Qingqiu cultivation could rival Binghe’s demonic stamina. They touched each other's body, used their mouth and tongue on each other. Binghe came once while Shen Qingqiu prepared him, since Binghe really wanted to feel his husband.

And who was Shen Qingqiu to say no to that?

Sticky and sweaty, but excited, made Binghe wiggle a bit as Shizun was positioning himself between his wife’s legs.

“Is my wife ready?” asked Shen Qingqiu. And Binghe, after getting eaten out, stroked to an orgasm, kissed within an inch of his life, was not above begging.

“Please,” begged Binghe. He could feel his hold on his demonic appearance slipping. There was such a deep need to feel his husband raw, to share their pleasure with each other. He hadn’t been fucked with this dick for years and he wouldn’t wait another second.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t ask further and pushed inside. Both men groaned, while Shen Qingqiu was holding strongly on Binghe’s hips.

Binghe felt just so full. The jade pillar had been nice, but it still hadn't been his husband's real body. The dick inside him was warm and hard, and their qi was beginning to circulate.

Binghe’s demonic and spiritual qi started to roar higher, and Shen Qingqiu’s answered in turn. The immortal cultivator started moving his hips, making Binghe moan out loud. Yes! That was what Binghe had missed!

Shen Qingqiu’s dick was forcing its way inside, stroking the sensitive walls. Another change of direction and it hit the pleasure spot directly, making Binghe scream.

“Good boy,” said Shen Qingqiu, eyes firmly trained on Binghe. The human used his cultivator strength to fuck Binghe hard, nearly making the bed crash against the wall again and again.

And Binghe loved it.

“Husband!” screamed Binghe. His whole body was singing, his meridians full of their exchanging qi. Binghe’s whole system was feeling the pleasure, his body getting what was due.

Shen Qingqiu grinned at his wife, black hair sticking wetly at his skin. The cultivator forced them closer, making Binghe give up to hold onto the bed. The half-demon hugged his husband close, his sharp nails scratching the back.

“My wife can hold onto me,” said Shen Qingqiu. His green eyes shined with qi, as both their systems were nearly blinding with their exchanged power. Binghe felt his own eyes glowing too, likely in their red color.

Green and red, and somehow they still matched.

Binghe kissed his husband, moving against the thrusts, both as connected as two people could. Binghe felt unable to feel anything else other than his husband's body against his, the hard dick bringing him pleasure and the rush of power the qi exchange brought along. His body was tight as a string, his vision dancing with stars.

“Husband!” screamed Binghe as everything exploded. His own dick jerked and spilled his cum on his own belly. His whole meridians were dancing as their exchanged qi rushed through them, burning away.

Shen Qingqiu groaned and came at the same time inside his wife, marking him deeply. They were holding onto each other, sweat and other fluids mixing.

As everything calmed down, Binghe felt his ears stop ringing and looked up. Shen Qingqiu was still above him, holding his wife. And he smiled, relaxed and happy.

“How is Binghe feeling?” asked Shen Qingqiu and stroked one of Binghe’s locks aside.

Binghe gulped once. He had expected it to be intense, seeing that they could really dual cultivate now. But the exchange of a heavenly demon and an immortal cultivator?

Nobody could have been prepared for that.

“Can we do it again?” asked Binghe. Shen Qingqiu looked at his wife, snorted, and pushed inside again. He had been getting soft, but was now on the way to getting hard again.

“As often as my wife desires,” said the peak lord and dived down to do exactly that.

Chapter Text

A few weeks later

“Shizun?” asked Binghe as he opened the door of the bamboo house. It had been a few weeks ago that his husband had gotten his cultivation back. Since then Shizun had gotten back into his position as a peak lord, to the relief of the rest of the peaks.

While most things had been handled well, the peak needed some care. Shizun had sat down and got started, making sure that only a few weeks later it was nearly like he had never left. Since Shen Qingqiu and Binghe had gotten the “not guilty” verdict, every disciple was just happy to have Shizun back.

Shizun’s martial siblings were just glad that they didn’t have to look after an extra peak anymore; since Shen Qingqiu’s cultivation had gotten stronger as well, some of them were a bit huffing and puffing, but even that went away after a few weeks.

It of course helped that Shen Qingqiu was the empress of the demon realm.

With their dual cultivation Xin Mo was not getting hungry; Binghe’s handle on the sword had been good before, but now it was like a docile dog. Since Shizun had given much of his extent qi to the sword, it even listened to Shizun as well.

All in all, Binghe was pretty happy. He had to switch between the bamboo house and the demon realm often enough, but with Xin Mo it was easy to travel.

Since Shen Qingqiu had gotten out of prison, they hadn't slept a night alone. Binghe loved falling asleep with his husband in his arms and waking up with him. Seeing his Shizun as the first thing in the morning could only make the day a wonderful one. 

Today, as Binghe had first held court in the demon realm today, then went to the market to gather ingredients for dinner, the half-demon found Shen Qingqiu in his study.

The peak lord was sitting over scrolls, writing. They had rearranged the house to include a work station for Binghe as well. Seeing his childhood home like this made Binghe’s heart flutter in his chest. 

“Ah, Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu and looked up. He stopped his work, cleaned his station and followed Binghe, who was setting up in the kitchen.

“Welcome home,” said Shen Qingqiu and kissed his wife shortly. “Did you get everything you wanted?”

“Mh,” hummed Binghe and kissed back. Even now, months after their marriage, the half-demon couldn’t get enough from his husband. 

“Later,” said Shen Qingqiu with a smile, stroking Binghe’s lips for a moment. Then he sat down on the chair exactly for this purpose in the kitchen. They had found out that while Binghe didn’t like anyone interrupting him while cooking, he loved to have someone else here, namely his husband.

And for all the good things the immortal cultivator could do, cooking was not one of them, so Shen Qingqiu stayed away from the kitchen normally. But he could brew tea pretty perfectly.

“Has court gone well?” asked Shen Qingqiu and Binghe started to talk while cooking. Shen Qingqiu had some insight on some requests as well, which would help Binghe tomorrow.

It was terrible domestic and Binghe loved it.

They also talked about the plan to free Binghe’s father. After Shizun had talked to his sect they had found a compromise. They would provide sun-moon dew mushrooms for the heavenly demon to transfer his soul into; he would be able to move around and live his life, but should he use his demonic qi the body would rot. That way Binghe’s father would be able to move freely again while the human realm would be safe from his wrath.

And who knows? Maybe with time people would see that the man deserved better and help getting the original body out from under the mountain. But only time would show.  

After cooking the couple ate together. Since Binghe cooked, Shen Qingqiu was doing the dishes. As Binghe then provided snacks, Shizun played something on the quin that he composed today. After that Binghe prepared their bathtub, which they used in turn. As Binghe was using a comb for Shen Qingqiu’s hair, he felt content. The hair pin Shen Qingqiu had gifted him was safely tucked aside next to Shen Qingqiu’s own. 

“Binghe?” asked Shen Qingqiu, his back to Binghe. The half-demon, concentrating to not tug on his husband's hair, hummed.

“This husband knows that we are already married, but would Binghe still want to celebrate?”

Binghe stopped his movement, blinked and turned to look his husband in the eyes. “A celebration?”

“Yes,” nodded Shen Qingqiu. He didn’t seem nervous, more like alert. “We already did the bows, but wouldn’t it be nice to celebrate with everyone? And this husband would really like to see his wife in red for real.”

“Shizun,” gasped Binghe. He had thought about it, since the day he had understood his own feelings were going behind what a disciple should feel for his Shizun. 

“This wife would love that,” said Binghe, feeling his throat getting tight and warm. Shen Qingqiu turned around, tugging Binghe close and kissed the man. 

“Then, shall we start to plan?” asked Shen Qingqiu with a spark in his eyes.

***

Binghe was standing up, walking around the room, only to sit down again.

Mobei-jun had been watching this for quite a time now. As someone knocked on the door, signaling that everything was ready, both Binghe and Mobei-jun seemed to relax a bit.

Binghe was taking one last look into the mirror. He was wearing red robes with extensive embroidery. 

Binghe walked out of the room, the jewelry heavy on his skin. The robes felt too tight on his skin, his body being on high alert. As he turned around to the next room he saw the edge of a red robe and stopped.

Shen Qingqiu turned around, the red robes turning with him. The golden embroidery was shining, the red silk fine and showing as much of Shen Qingqiu’s body as it was hiding it.

Shen Qingqiu was wearing a veil, so Binghe could only assume his husband's face behind it. 

But still.

“Binghe?” asked Shen Qingqiu, since the half-demon had stopped walking, glued to the spot. Blinking, Binghe started to walk again. He could not take his eyes from his husband.

“Husband,” whispered Binghe, voice nearly gone. He had dreamed about this, both of them wearing red. He had been happy before, but seeing Shizun like this? Wearing red, a veil, celebrating their marriage before the whole cultivation world and the demon realm?

Binghe felt like he could burst from happiness.

“Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu softly, taking Binghe’s hand. The half-demon felt himself nearly vibrating from feelings. “Ready?”

Binghe didn’t trust his voice, so he nodded. Shen Qingqiu hugged him closer and they started to walk towards their guests.

***

They had a blast.

They had set rules, so that the demons and cultivators didn’t kill each other, but friendly fighting was allowed. 

Since they already did their bows, the celebration started after they entered the area. They were celebrating outside, tables and chairs placed carefully on the ground. The decoration was tasteful and the guests were in their best robes. 

The food was exquisite. Binghe did not take the meal curse lightly; only the best was presented, as it was deemed for the demon emperor and his empress.

Finest meat was next to fresh fish; spices from distant countries were used, next to sweets that melted on the tongue. 

Binghe had thanked everyone for coming, before pushing the veil of his husband aside. After a kiss, and everyone's cheers, the guests came around, congratulating them and bringing gifts.

While Binghe thanked each guest, Shen Qingqiu making small talk, the half-demon couldn’t help but look back to his husband.

Seeing Shen Qingqiu like this, wearing red, presenting himself tied to Binghe in every way, made his heart stutter in a good way.

The celebration was a success. People loved the food, and as the alcohol was served people started to dance too.

As the first notes filled the air, Shen Qingqiu pulled Binghe up, smiling wide and happy. And how could Binghe say no to this face?

His Shizun pulled him along, as the couple started to dance to the music. With the lights of the lanterns, the decoration behind them and the starting night, Shen Qingqiu looked like he had a halo, his smile happy in a way Binghe only saw him when he was with the half-demon.

Binghe just felt so full. Full of love, full of good memories with his husband, full of their shared family around them, celebrating with them.

Binghe had never thought that he would be this happy one day. That the man that chose him when he was dirty and weak would later be his greatest source of happiness.

Binghe pulled his husband tightly to himself, kissing him. There weren't any words that could describe his feelings at the moment.

But Shen Qingqiu just smiled. He understood.

***

After celebrating and dancing the night away, the married couple left the guests and used Xin Mo to visit their wedding chamber. 

Shen Qingqiu pulled off his shoes, which distracted Binghe for a moment. The half-demon didn’t know why, but he always had a fascination with Shen Qingqiu’s hands and feet. Since he was seeing the feet way less than the hands he loved rubbing them and massaging them for his husband.

“Binghe, look, the presents are already here,” said Shen Qingqiu and brought Binghe’s eyes back to the front. The demon lord walked till he was standing next to Shen Qingqiu and let his eyes wander over the mountain of presents on the table.

(Having quiet and hard working servants was really a plus.)

Shen Qingqiu picked one present, a small wooden box. As he opened it, he found two pills inside with a note. Shen Qingqiu read it and snorted.

Binghe, who hadn’t read the note yet, asked “What is it?”

Shen Qingqiu picked one of the pills, looking at it intensely. “These are child-bearing pills from Mu-shidi. This husband guesses that quite a lot of these presents are similar."

“Child…?” started Binghe and forgot how words worked. Of course people loved to wish a newly married couple good luck for many children, but since both of them were men a bit of help was needed.

Shen Qingqiu looked at Binghe, who seemed excited and nervous at the same time.

“We don’t need to decide that now; they can be stored for a while. Or does Binghe wish to be impregnated tonight?” asked Shen Qingqiu. His eyes were clear, but the green was deeper than normal, the heat hidden.

Binghe felt his body react hard to this question. Alone marrying the love of his life had been something he never even dared to hope for a while - but Shen Qingqiu had surprised him again and again.

That man before him loved him despite his heritage, despite having been a prisoner for five years. 

Binghe licked his lips.

“What does husband think?” asked Binghe, his throat going dry.

Shen Qingqiu hummed and put the pill back for the moment. “This husband would love to have a family with his wife one day. It could be today or in a few years from now on. But,” said Shen Qingqiu and looked a bit shy, which was unusual for him. “I personally think that Binghe would be a great parent, he has so much love to give after all.”

“Husband…” said Binghe, his heart in his throat. How could this wonderful person be his?

The half-demon hugged his husband close. “This wife would love a family with his husband. This one… would love to carry husband’s child.”

“My brave boy,” said Shen Qingqiu. He scratched Binghe’s scalp, as the half-demon tried to vanish in his husband's neck. “This husband would also be able to carry the child, if Binghe so wishes.”

“What?” asked Binghe and looked up. In his dreams Binghe had always been the one to be pregnant, belly round with a child. Turning those dreams around, his husband's lean frame, belly slowly growing, Binghe at his beck and call, maybe drinking milk from those tiny breasts…

Binghe cleared his throat. “That would… this wife would be alright with that as well.”

Shen Qingqiu looked at Binghe like he saw every dirty thought the demon lord had ever had. “Maybe later,” said Shen Qingqiu and turned away from the hug. He bent and pulled the small box from the table and got one pill out.

“Wouldn’t it be romantic to create life on our wedding night?” asked Shen Qingqiu. 

Binghe felt his legs going weak. His blood pumped in his veins, even his meridians seemed to dance under his skin. “This wife accepts.”

Shen Qingqiu slowly fed Binghe the pill, and it was next to feeding his husband with his blood, the most erotic thing the demon lord had ever witnessed. After Binghe had made sure to swallow the pill, Shen Qingqiu kissed him deeply like he wanted to chase the taste of it. Binghe groaned, feeling his belly warm up.

Shen Qingqiu pulled his wife closer, slowly opening the robes. Binghe walked slowly backwards to the bed, which was draped in red.

Both men found themselves on the bed only seconds later. Between biting kisses the robes got pulled off, pants got pushed down till both of them were nude.

Binghe felt a fire building inside him. Alone the thought that the next act would produce life inside him was burning through him like an inferno. Pleasure sparked across his body, his dick already hard and leaking.

“Binghe,” mumbled Shen Qingqiu, his husband. His fingers switched between gentle and harsh. His teeth scraped along Binghe’s throat, biting into his neck.

Binghe felt his body flush hot and groaned as his husband’s fingers dived deeper and found the jade pillar in his channel. Shen Qingqiu stopped for a moment, likely revisiting the evening in his mind.

Then he grabbed the pillar and pulled, before pushing it inside again. Binghe screamed, his body convulsing.

“Has my wife prepared himself? Has my wife been running around with this the whole day? Could Binghe not wait to get his husband's dick?” asked Shen Qingqiu and was setting a punishing pace with the jade pillar. Binghe loved it.

As the half-demon looked up he saw his husband’s eyes full of molten heat, his teeth showing as he smiled.

“Yes!” moaned Binghe and pushed against his husband’s movements. “This wife couldn’t wait! He wanted to be ready for Shizun to push him down and take him!”

“Such a greedy wife,” purred Shen Qingqiu and pulled the jade pillar out, Binghe moaning pitifully at the loss. “What can this husband do but fulfill his greedy wife’s wish?”

The cultivator positioned himself between Binghe’s legs and pushed inside. Both men groaned at that, emotions high.

“Husband,” whispered Binghe. He pulled his husband down, feeling vulnerable and so close to the love of his life. “Please.”

“Anything,” said Shen Qingqiu and slowly moved, grinding deep. “Anything my wife wants. If my wife wants a child I will give him one, if he wants a dozen I will give him that as well.”

“Shizun!” whimpered Binghe. His insides were hot and he fell shortly before exploding. Alone the thought of getting impregnated by his husband made him nearly delirious, and now lying here and getting bred was screwing with his brain.

“I will breed my wife as often as he wishes,” said Shen Qingqiu, his breath hot against Binghe’s lips. “I will give my wife as many children as he wishes.”

“Shizun,” whimpered Binghe as he came hard between them. Shen Qingqiu fucked the half-demon through it before he groaned and came deep inside Binghe.

Binghe felt it hot inside him, and a kind of satisfaction was building up inside him he never had felt before. Shen Qingqiu stayed inside his wife, kissing the skin before him.

“Husband,” whispered Binghe. Did this really happen? Binghe wasn't a victim of his own dreams?

Shen Qingqiu hummed, turned his head and kissed Binghe silly. After that he looked down on his wife. “Want to make sure that it took?”

Binghe, feeling himself going hard again at the words, smiled wide. “Whatever husband wishes.”

***

A few years later

“Shu Lan! Come back here!” said Shen Qingqiu and ran after their laughing daughter. Binghe, who was cooking in their kitchen just giggled to himself. He had their youngest boy in a sling on his back, babbling and pulling at his hair.

If some of the other demon lords would see Binghe now, happily cooking in the kitchen and already two children under his belt, they would faint.

But Binghe loved it.

His first pregnancy had been easy with his body, and as Shen Qingqiu had brought along the starry eyed-lotus, which turned pain into pleasure, the birth had been really memorable as well. Nevertheless, even as a half-heavenly demon Binghe needed a while for his body to heal.

Their daughter was more human than demon, but her teeth were sharper and she had more energy than a human child. Instead of complaining Shen Qingqiu loved their daughter to pieces and spoiled her rotten. Not that Binghe could complain, he wasn’t any better.

At her 100 day celebration Tianlang-jun was able to visit with Binghe’s cousin. The man had been loud and talked at length with his husband about books, so he accepted the man for now. Tianlang-jun visited sometimes after, but mostly traveled the realm in the search of new stories and plays.

But seeing his little girl growing up so fast made Binghe miss the life under his own heartbeat. Shen Qingqiu and Binghe talked about it and that time they used a pill that changed one’s gender - so that the birth would be less hurtful for Binghe’s body this time.

And if Binghe had been shown insecurities, if his husband would love him less in a woman’s body or didn’t want him that way, Shen Qingqiu was quick to show his wife that this was not the case. Binghe’s flower got eaten out a lot, not even speaking about how often Shen Qingqiu would simply pull Binghe’s pants down and fuck his wife silly.

They made the most out of the change, but after their sweet baby boy was born and Binghe changed back, they spent quite a bit of time with Binghe fucking his husband in every position.

Now their little Haoran was only half a year old and seemed to come more after Shen Qingqiu, sleepy in the mornings and awake till late. But Binghe already felt that he missed being round with a child again, but it would be better to wait a few more months. Quite a few clans in the demon realm were a bit unruly at the moment. While Binghe was able to fight them all, he didn’t want to hurt the baby by accident.

Shen Qingqiu came inside with their daughter, who had some flowers in hand. “Niang! Flowers!” said the girl and pushed them into Binghe’s hand while Shen Qingqiu smiled. “Yes yes, you got flowers. Let’s put them into water, alright? How about a bath for you too, you dirty little girl?” Their daughter laughed and told another story while Shen Qingqiu brought her to clean up.

Binghe smiled at them both, putting the flowers into water, humming as he finished up their dinner. He heard their daughter laughing and water being used to clean her up. Shen Qingqiu sang a "cleaning song” as he called it, making her sing along.

Binghe felt so happy he could burst from it.

Later everyone was at the table. Shen Qingqiu made sure their daughter ate while Binghe fed their small one. Luckily just a mouthful of Mu-shidis tea and producing milk wasn’t a problem.

(And they had enough tea for the sexy uses of it as well.)

After that the parents made sure that the children got to bed. At the moment their daughter had Binghe’s old room, but they would need more space soon. Luckily Shen Qingqiu had already drawn up a plan and talked with An Ding.

As the parents were finished with their evening routine and were finally in bed, Binghe couldn’t help himself and stroked his own belly. Shen Qingqiu, who had cuddled up at the taller man’s side, noticed.

“What is it?” asked Shen Qingqiu.

“Mhh? Oh, nothing,” said Binghe quickly.

“Really?” asked Shen Qingqiu with raised eyebrows. “So my wife didn’t watch the kids today, sighing while stroking his belly?”

Did he do that? Binghe hadn’t noticed.

“This wife… wishes for more children,” said Binghe. They had talked about it, but mostly in the heat of passion. It was possible that two children were already enough. They already had their plates full.

“Oh, Binghe,” said Shen Qingqiu and turned Binghe’s face to him. 

“But, we already have so much to do, so this wife didn’t think that it would be a good time now…” said Binghe.

“Mhh, while that may be true, maybe this time this husband could be the one to carry the child?” asked Shen Qingqiu and made Binghe blink.

Shen Qingqiu started to count. “We still have pills that change one’s gender, so this husband wouldn’t tear. As a human it is possible that this one would get sick in the morning or my feet will be swollen, but that is just the human experience.” 

Shen Qingqiu looked a bit shy to the side. “Seeing Binghe so happy while being pregnant had made this one curious. How it was to have something precious growing inside him, bringing life into the world.”

“Shizun…” whispered Binghe. His husband was happy, he knew that. But hearing that his husband had seen how happy Binghe was and wanted to try it for himself?

“And this husband could stay on the peak, so he would be quite safe,” added Shen Qingqiu like he wanted to sell something. But Binghe just found it precious to see his husband like that.

“So husband wants his wife to impregnate him?” asked Binghe, smiling wide and with teeth. He turned them around, till he was blanking his husband with his body. Shen Qingqiu shivered under him, excited.

“Yes, this husband would love that,” said Shen Qingqiu “This husband wants to experience it too.”

Imagining his husband round with their child, belly warm from life and smiling at him made Binghe feel tingly.

“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Binghe and kissed his husband. Binge could be the one carrying a child after that. And after that. They were immortal after all, so they had more than enough time. And slowly filling their life with children? Binghe coming home to his family, happy and healthy, the sound of laughter greeting him?

He was home.

And Binghe couldn’t wish for a better life.

END