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Shen Jiu hated Liu Qingge. With every fibre of his body. He couldn’t stand the brute, his mightier than thou attitude, his obvious blue blood and worst of all, his brutish ways. Asking for fights rather than use his words, truly uncouth.
It made sense that someone like that ended up on Bai Zhan Peak, all you needed to succeed there was brawn, no brains in sight. Not that Qing Jing Peak was much better, his shixiongs and shidis were stupid fools as well, only the gentler sex seemed to care to conduct themselves well.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be in a war with Bai Zhan Peak, using petty ways to annoy the brutes and causing disruption to the usual flow of the Peaks. Shen Jiu hated it all almost as much as Liu Qingge.
So, he didn’t understand how they ended up like this, trapped in a small cave, Liu Qingge’s cheeks painted pink while Shen Jiu sat fuming in the corner. It was supposed to be a simple mission, one to strengthen the bond between the Qing Jing and Bai Zhan Peak. All that ended up happening was passive aggressive word exchanges, shoves and all out fights.
The exact opposite of what was wanted, having Shen Jiu roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. How was he to know that one of those brutes would use that exact moment to push him, causing him to plummet directly into a deep ditch.
Liu Qingge, the fool that he was, had jumped after him, or so he was told, since Shen Jiu had hit his head, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was all of the disciples screaming around, trying to figure out how to get the two head disciples back with them.
Liu Qingge, as usual, decided to just leave them, taking Shen Jiu with him in a manner that had him blushing while recollecting the events. All that ended with both of them, now conscious in this cave. They could have walked further hadn’t the brute foolishly walked into a flowerbed of crying dreamers, a blossom that could be used as a relaxant if you inhaled a small dose of their powder. Obviously, walking into an entire bed of them, you would be paralysed, meaning Shen Jiu was forced to pull the brute out of there while holding his breath.
And annoyingly, the only way to rid the brute of the paralysis was to kiss him.
A quick peck would be enough but that didn’t mean Shen Jiu wanted to do it. He’d rather leave the brute behind, look for wherever their group had landed up and get someone else to help. But the problem was still, Liu Qingge couldn’t move or defend himself, Shen Jiu couldn’t leave him like that, even if he hated that brute.
Which left only one other solution. A kiss.
Shen Jiu looked over to Liu Qingge. He sat there, eyes glazed over, cheeks and body flushed. Somehow, everything else about him remained impeccable, his white robes accentuated with blue laid out neatly, dark hair held back by a ponytail, framing sharp cheekbones and soft eyes. Shen Jiu’s own eyes travelled down to the other’s lips, the plumb pink of them not enticing at all, revolting even, Shen Jiu quickly looking away again.
It was stupid to hesitate, he shouldn’t waste time like this but kissing the brute felt truly impossible. Wasn’t there something else he could do? Alas, nothing else came to mind and his screaming for aid remained unanswered as well.
Shen Jiu sighed, looking back to the brute. For once, utterly motionless, for once at his mercy. Shen Jiu hated that almost as much as the brute himself, Liu Qingge looked strange while remaining so still, he was used to his high energy, there was always something going on with him. Even when sitting in Sect meetings, the brute managed to radiate a restlessness which was utterly distracting.
Now, he was the polar opposite and only Shen Jiu could free him from it.
“You owe me for this.” He muttered under his breath, taking quick strides over, settling next to Liu Qingge. Shen Jiu didn’t look at the brute, gaze fixed on the ground as he dipped forward, eyes closing. He’d rather not think too hard about what he was doing, who he was doing it with or how they ended up like this.
He rested a hand against his cheek, pushing himself forward, his own lips clumsily capturing the others in the dark. Shen Jiu wanted to pull away as soon as they met, even a quick flutter of a touch should be enough to free the brute from the flower’s shackles.
But before Shen Jiu could even think about pulling back, the brute surged forward, pulling Shen Jiu in, pressing their heads close together, slotting their lips against one another. The fierceness of the action was disorientating, Shen Jiu wasn’t even allowed a breath as Liu Qingge hungrily drank him in, his plush lips, pressing and mouthing at him.
It was clunky and weird, Shen Jiu shouldn’t like it, his first kiss stolen by the other so completely. But something of the others clumsy efforts, something in the desperation of their closeness, Shen Jiu couldn’t push himself to pull away, instead holding onto the other steadily, letting the brute take his share, kiss him until they were both breathless and heady, Liu Qingge just then pulling back although his hands settled upon Shen Jiu’s waist.
He should probably pull away, chastise the brute for taking him so brutally, something but Shen Jiu remained quiet, slowly opening his eyes. Liu Qingge was still close, his breath hushing over his cheek, the dark pools of his eyes, still fixed on Shen Jiu’s lips. He subconsciously licked over them, the brute watching the motion raptly, his hands flexing against Shen Jiu’s waist.
Perhaps he should hate his attention, this intensity. Perhaps this almost animalistic focus should deter Shen Jiu. But strangely, he was enjoying it.
No one had ever looked at him like that, as if he belonged to someone else. He was sure that it was short lived, the brute hated him just as much as he did him in turn. But for a small, insignificant moment, it felt like Shen Jiu mattered and he wanted to submerge himself into that feeling, wanted to drown in this misplaced care.
He locked eyes with Liu Qingge, pulling him closer by his arms. His shidi relented easily, allowing himself to be pulled into another kiss, a softer one, allowing them to revel in the feeling, in this new sensation. Liu Qingge’s hands roamed over his back, up his shoulders, across his chest and back down to his waist, the movements slow, deliberate, taking his form in, exploring him in an intimate manner while not pushing further.
Shen Jiu liked that, he liked how slow he took it, liked how he clumsily kissed his lips, his cheek, his throat. He allowed himself to just take in the sensation, to let Liu Qingge explore his body this slowly, this cautiously, allowing himself to sit in this moment, away from the worries of his usual self, of his position.
Of how he was supposed to hate this brute who touched him so softly, so kindly. As if he truly mattered.
He wished it would never stop. Alas, things never went Shen Jiu’s way. Their tranquillity was disturbed by the loud screaming of their martial siblings, Liu Qingge startling at the loud voices, almost as if returning to himself once more.
Shen Jiu was prepared to see hate in those eyes again, to be discarded and to act as if they hadn’t shared a small moment of vulnerability. But that didn’t happen, Liu Qingge’ eyes were alert but he wasn’t looking down on Shen Jiu anymore. A certain warmth still remains and when he answered their obnoxious martial siblings screams, he didn’t just leave without Shen Jiu.
He took his hand, pulled him with him. Even as they rejoined the group, Liu Qingge never let go of him. Not that Shen Jiu wanted him to.