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Liu Qingge is not someone easy to approach.
After all, he is the God of War of Bai Zhan, one of the top cultivators, and above all, a Peak Lord. So no, he isn’t someone you can casually approach and befriend—not because he’s unpleasant, but because social situations aren’t his strength. That’s why, ever since Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe got married, well…
Liu Qingge...
just ignores them.
What else could he do?
As far as he’s concerned, Shen Qingqiu is safe and happy with someone who loves him, and Luo Binghe is no longer under the influence of Xin Mo, so there’s no danger of his demonic side exploding again. Besides, if he hadn’t been so obsessed with preserving Shen Qingqiu’s body… well, his shixiong wouldn’t even be here.
So Liu Qingge keeps his distance. He’s no longer useful in either of their lives, so even though he feels a strange pang in his chest—which he brushes off as a side effect of the colder-than-usual winter—he decides to stop bothering Shen Qingqiu with his feelings. His shixiong doesn’t need another burden when he can finally rest. And besides, Luo Binghe hates him. Of course he does. During those five years when he believed his shixiong was dead, Luo Binghe was the only one who persevered—and he was right. Liu Qingge was never a match for that.
Clearly.
All that’s left for Liu Qingge is to keep hunting creatures and helping villages to distract himself from how much he enjoyed those quiet afternoons in the Bamboo House, clearing Shen Qingqiu’s meridians and drinking the tea Luo Binghe served. Or how much the fights for his shixiong’s body during those five years, trying to keep sane Luo Binghe ,also helped him cope with the pain and loss.
Shaking his head, Liu Qingge decides to stop thinking about all this. Getting depressed right before a mission isn’t wise—distractions like that could cost him his life.
“Liu-shidi, I insist again—you should take someone with you on this mission. This isn't just any creature you're going to hunt,” Mu Qingfan says with a worried expression and a slightly exasperated tone. His shidi has always been stubborn with the missions he’s assigned, and more than once he’s returned to the sect in critical condition. “The venom it carries isn’t something you can just wash off in a river. If it touches any part of your body, you’ll have less than ten seconds to cut the affected area or it could be fatal.”
Liu Qingge snorts. “Mu Qingfan, stop worrying. Nothing’s going to happen. Yue-shixiong gave this mission to me alone for a reason.”
Well, the truth is Yue Qingyuan did not give it to him alone—he told him to take at least two people. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?
Besides, he really needed to feel useful.
He needed to beat something up, and his diciples are alredy beaten to a pulp, so Monster it is.
“I’ll be back before the time it takes to reach the village. It’s not that far anyway.”
“Shidi…” Mu Qingfan rubs his forehead in frustration. He’s been repeating the same warnings for hours while his shidi prepares for the mission. With a sigh, he stands up and goes to his desk. “Fine, at least take this with you.” He hands over a scalpel.
Liu Qingge raises an eyebrow at it.
“If something happens, please… don’t let it kill you. You can replace a limb—but not your life.” That serious look makes Liu Qingge slightly uncomfortable. The only person who’s ever worried like that about him is his sister. So yes, it’s safe to say he’s not used to this kind of concern especially from a sect brother.
He silently takes the scalpel and puts it in his bag.
“Have a safe trip, shidi,” Mu Qingfan says, patting his shoulder. Liu Qingge glances sideways at him and nod.
Maybe Liu Qingge should have brought someone with him. Or maybe it’s better this way—at least no one is around to see how the creature, which, by the way, no one told him was a TIGER WITH SNAKES FOR A HEAD, is basically wiping the floor with him.
It’s not the first time a creature’s given him trouble, but it is the first time he feels truly cornered and overwhelmed. With so many heads attacking him, he now understands why Yue Qingyuan insisted he take at least two more people. Ugh! Don’t get him wrong, he still thinks he can handle this alone… but maybe it’ll take longer than expected.
Just maybe.
Liu Qingge is exhausted. He’s been dodging—because apparently that’s all he can manage—the snakes heads for about three hours. His spiritual energy is slowly depleting, and his broken arm doesn’t help much. The only good thing is that the venom hasn’t touched him, so at least he can keep fighting, forcing his injured arm to move.
Dodging one of the snake heads lunging toward his face, he leaps to the side and swings Chen Luan to sever the head. He doesn’t manage a clean cut, but it’s enough to knock out one of the six.
Jumping back, he notices the creature sttoped suddenly looking in another direction. Following it’s line of sight, Liu Qingge locks eyes with a child—around eight years old—who seems to have followed him.
Shit.
Liu Qingge thought he’d moved far enough from the village. Apparently not.
The creature starts to charge at the boy. Liu Qingge yells as loud as he can
“RUN! GET AWAY NOW!”
But it’s too late. The creature is already halfway there. Acting purely on instinct, Liu Qingge mounts Chen Luan and reaches the boy in less than a second, grabbing him just before one of the snakes can holding him tight against his chest.
But the thing manages to catch hold of his hair. His entire ponytail ends up between its venomous fangs.
He tries to yank it free, but it hurts far more than expected. He feels involuntary tears well up in his eyes—but refuses to let them fall.
“Ugh!…” is all he can say as he commands Chen Luan to take the child as far away as possible.
Using that moment, he grabs the tiger’s neck, trying to immobilize it as best as he can. Once he feels the child is safe, he calls Chen Luan again and uses its momentum to drive the blade straight through the tiger’s heart. The beast and the snakes collapse lifelessly to the ground.
Panting heavily, Liu Qingge struggles to get the body off himself and falls knees first to the groung, he suddenly remembers: the snake did touch his hair with its fangs.
With a broken arm and exhausted muscles, he quickly pulls out the scalpel Mu Qingfan gave him and, without hesitation, grabs the base of his hair and slices it off in one movement. His head jerks from the sudden lightness.
He glances at the creature again—yes, definitely dead—and then turns slightly to look at his hair on the ground. Exhaling in relief, he picks up the haircrown that fell with it and, in that moment…
Oh.
OH.
…
His sister is going to kill him.
And probably Mu Qingfan too.
“fuck…”
Liu Qingge can’t help but touch the back of his neck. It feels weird.
It’s not like his hair was the end of the world. Truth be told, he never cared much about it. His sister was the only one who insisted he use the right oils (according to her) to keep it healthy. Occasionally, Shen Qingqiu would say things like, “Shidi, your hair always looks so shiny and silky,” or “Shidi, I love how your braids look today.” But ever since he stopped visiting the Bamboo House, he also stopped caring about his hair, it wasn’t like he was gonna hear those compliments again after all, he haven’t seen his shixiong for a month, and decided it was for the best, he needed to stop this-…this feeling one way or another.
Sighing, Liu Qingge takes another step up the stairs of Cang Qiong Sect. No point in delaying this. He’s going to have to see Mu Qingfan one way or another—he needs someone to check on his broken arm.
He stops in front of his shixiong’s study door.
Ughh, I just want to sleep until it grows back so no one bothers me, he thinks, just as the door opens and reveals a waiting Mu Qingfan.
“Well, Liu-shidi, you came back much earlier than I thought,” his shixiong says with a sincere smile. “I suppose you’re here because you’re injured? Come in, I’m free right now.” He steps aside so Liu Qingge can enter. Gods, this is going to be awkward. Liu Qingge walks in without removing the hood given to him by the child he saved.
“So? What is it this time?”
Liu Qingge feels unreasonably nervous—like he’s waiting to be punished by his parents, tho he never knew them. But he guess this is what it would feel like.
“…My arm… I think I broke it,” he mutters without making eye contact, still keeping the hood on.
“Well, take off the hood so I can get a good look at you.”
Liu Qingge says nothing. Doesn’t move.
“Shidi?”
“…”
“…Shidi,” Mu Qingfan says, stepping closer. “There’s something you’re not telling me.” He keeps approaching. “Did something else happen?” Liu Qingge can practically hear his eyebrow raising.
A short silence.
“…Does it have to do with the venom I warned you about before you left?” Liu Qingge gives a tiny nod.
He feels Mu Qingfan grab the hood to pull it off. Panicking, Liu Qingge grips it tighter so it doesn’t slide off his head.
“YOU SHOULD HAVE STARTED WITH THAT—TAKE THIS OFF RIGHT NOW AND SHOW ME WHERE THE VENOM TOUCHED YOU!”
He sounds angry and desperate. It’s the first time Liu Qingge has ever heard his shixiong shout… honestly, it’s a little scary. Mu Qingfan keeps tugging at the fabric insistently, but Liu Qingge holds on so tightly his knuckles go white.
“No—it’s not that serious! Wait—WAIT!” Liu Qingge tries to protest, but Mu Qingfan insists.
“Shidi! I swear, if you don’t show me right now, I’m going to sedate you!”
Liu Qingge’s blood drains from his face, remembering the last time Mu Qingfan sedated him for treatment, he shivers.
“Okay!” Liu Qingge yells, and Mu Qingfan immediately lets go, watching him expectantly and anxiously.
“Just—don’t say anything. Alright?” Liu Qingge lowers the hood with his eyes closed.
He hears Mu Qingfan inhale sharply.
Liu Qingge blushes in embarrassment and humiliation.
GODS JUST LET ME DIG A HOLE AND BURY MYSELF.
Trying to shrink into himself, he reaches up and touches the back of his neck, lowering his head. Mu Qingfan says nothing—but Liu Qingge can still feel his gaze on him. With great effort, he lifts his head slightly to see his shixiong’s expression—and it freezes him, don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t care about his hair, he knows it’ll grow back…but he looks ridiculous.
He doesn’t look angry like Liu Qingge expected. He looks… hmm. It’s a complicated expression. Maybe worried… but also sad?
Mu Qingfan finally exhales.
“Shidi…” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Tell me everything that happened—from the very beginning. In full detail.”
At last, Liu Qingge sits down and explains everything—well, everything except the beating he took from the creature, obviously.
Shen Qingqiu is not someone who lies about what he dislikes. He’s always honest—especially when it comes to something he wants or deeply desires. Of course, no one knows this better than his husband. In that sense, he and Luo Binghe are actually quite similar.
So when Shen Qingqiu confesses to Luo Binghe that maybe—just maybe—his feelings toward Liu Qingge aren't just friendly, well... “nervous” is an understatement. He’s terrified.
He knows how jealous his husband can be—of anyone who so much as looks in his direction. Shen Qingqiu didn’t intend to start a fight. He just wanted to open up. After all the chaos that came from their past lack of communication, he’s made it a priority to be as transparent as possible.
When Liu Qingge stopped showing up in the afternoons for tea and quiet chats (or rather, Shen Qingqiu talking and Liu Qingge listening—with occasional commentary), the sadness that consumed him was unbearable. It wasn’t until he talked to Shang Qinghua about it that he started to process those feelings.
Okay, maybe Shang Qinghua wasn’t the ideal person to talk to about this, but you can’t blame him. As annoying as that man is, it’s still nice to vent without needing to be the always-composed, respectful Shen Qingqiu.
Anyway, back to the present. Shen Qingqiu is sitting at the table, staring at his tea as if it were the most interesting thing in the world—because he just dropped a confession bomb on his husband.
I’m so sorry, shidi! he screams in his mind, avoiding looking directly at Luo Binghe. He doesn’t know what he expected… but it definitely wasn’t this.
He hears Luo Binghe inhale sharply.
“…Of course I love Binghe more than anything in the world!” Shen Qingqiu blurts out in a panic. He doesn’t want to see Binghe cry. Or worse—go hunting down Liu Qingge. But when he finally looks up… what he sees leaves him frozen and speechless.
Luo Binghe is smiling.
Radiantly.
What is going on????
“Shizun,” Binghe says, taking Shen Qingqiu’s hands in his own and leaning in so close their breaths mingle, “are you saying… you also have feelings for Liu-shishu?”
His eyes are sparkling, and his smile keeps growing.
All Shen Qingqiu can do is blush and nod slightly.
…Wait.
Also?
Did he just say “also?”
He’s never whipped his head up so fast—he almost crashes into Luo Binghe’s chin.
“You—you also like—?”
Luo Binghe bursts out laughing, wrapping his arms around his shizun and pulling them both to the floor.
“Don’t worry, Shizun,” he says, kissing Shen Qingqiu’s head, “this disciple already has everything prepared to court Liu-shishu properly.”
“but-… but how?!-… no, not that, when!?” right now he was very confused, binghe also liked liu qingge??? Since when???, he was so lost right now.
“during those five years shizun was… absent, this disiciple was very much lost to the influence of xin mo, the only thing that saved my consciousness was it was that shishu always arrived at the same time every day without fail for shizun, no matter how hurt, how many broken bones, or the exhaustion... he always arrived, that consistency was the only thing that kept me sane.” Luo binghe’s smiled was tight “at that time i thought that he was just a nuisance, that he would just steal shizun from me” he tightend his grip around shen qingqiu “and after he started to distance himself, i just-… it felt like something was missing” he said finally looking down at his shizun with a sad smile.
Shen qingqiu knew that feeling, his shidi was the only steady person after binghe fell into the abyss, liu wingge was there to help him clear his meridians, but he wasn’t obligated to share tea with him, to stay and hear him talk about beasts and other creatures.
He was there to help him grieve, help to take care of him and after everything in maibu bridge, he just…
Disappeared. As if wasn’t wanted.
As if he wasn’t needed.
…
They would change that, definitely.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t expect his husband’s reaction.
But thinking about it more carefully… courting Liu Qingge doesn’t sound so bad. If Luo Binghe likes him too—and is on board with adding him to the relationship—then Shen Qingqiu has no objections to this outcome.
After all, he had already mentally prepared to hide his shidi from his husband if things went sideways (ehem… murderous instincts and all).
Now comes the hard part: winning over shidi.
“Mu Qingfan,for the last time, stop touching my head,” Liu Qingge leans away from the hand that keeps poking at him, checking for injuries.
“Sorry, shidi, I just had to make sure everything was alright,” Mu Qingfan says—but they both know it’s because he finds Liu Qingge’s new hairstyle fascinating.
“…” liu gingge just glared at him to hurry up, he was really tired honeslty and just wanted to sleep the injuries off.
Sighing, he leaned on his hand waiting for mu qingfan to finished his chart and finally give the medicine for the cuts on his face, he alredy bandaged his arm and could feel it start to heal. He still felt the back of his head itchy tho, it feels weird to have his head so…light.
“here” mu gingfan gave him a few bottles of what he think is medicine, but why so much, he only needed to desinfect the cuts, his face must have shown the confusion since he clarified “the small one is for the cuts on your face, the other two large ones are for the growth of hair” he coffed into his fist “since shidi seems sad about his hair”
Liu gingge flushed Deep red, he wasn’t sad!, he scoffed and moved to stand up when he Heard the door of the study open without announcement, and before seeing the face of the person he spots green …oh no.
“mu-shidi!, i Heard liu- shidi was here-…” shen qingqiu stopped death in his track when he saw liu qingge, his face covered in cuts, his clothes too, and above all.
His hair.
His beautiful hair that he and binghe loved complimenting – between them of course- was cut uneven and barely covering the back of his neck, somehow anger builded in shen qingqiu’s guts who DARED to do this to HIS shidi, liu qingge quickly grabbed the Hood to cover his head ashamed, he knew he looked ridiculous, and one of the last people he wanted to see him like this was in front of him, he really wanted to bury himself. Suddenly he felt a hand grab his face tilting his head up with so much force it punched a groan out of him, shen qingqiu was looking at him like he was angry.
Was he angry at liu gingge?, he didn’t even do anything! Why was he angry!?
“who did this…” liu qingge didn’t think it was posible to hear shen qingqiu this mad about something (which, excuse you, he didnt even knew at what he was mad) and it made him feel a bit scared and uneasy, but before he could say anything mu qingfan interrupted.
“shen-shixiong! Let go of liu-shidi’s face right this instant, his face is injured!” mu qingfan stepped right in front of liu qingge, making shen qingqiu take a step back but his eyes never leaving his face, waiting for an answer still “liu-shidi cut his own hair…” finally shen qingqiu looked at mu-qingfan, stunned “he was hunting a venomous creature, and some of the venom got in his hair so he had to-….take drastic measures”.
Since the misunderstanding had been cleared liu qingge lowered his Hood to be capable to see shen qingqius face, who was out of words, and at that instant luo binghe make his appearance “shiz-…” luo binghe was looking at shen qingqiu’s back when his eyes traveled to what his shizun was seeing and as if mirroring his master, every trace of a smile vanishes and an anger look take place on his handsome face.
What!?, he IS handsome, you want him to lie!???
Luo binghe approached liu qingge the same way shen qingqiu did, grabing his face but this time their faces where really, like REALLY close for comfort… SERIOUSLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS HUSBANDS, this time it was liu qingge who spoke first, trying to get aways but binghe’s grip on his face was tightening forcing him to groan, AGAIN “Luo Binghe, let go!” he didn’t know when he had close his eyes, but when he opened them, luo binghe was so close that liu gingge could feel the heat radiating from his body, he was so warm and with liu qingge’s new haircut he was so cold and light that he wanted to lean into that warmth, instead he flushed a deeper shade of red and practicaly screamed “i was the one who cut it off, now let me- fucking- go!” he squirmed free when out of shock luo binghe released a little.
“what?-…” luo binghe turned his face to look at shen qingqius face for confirmation, which he replied with a nod.
Tired of this, and with his face still flushed red, liu qingge went almost running to the door “if you all are done humiliating me, i’ll take my leave” he said with a frown and turned around to walk to his peak.
As if released of their trance, luo binghe and shen qingqiu started following him, why couldn’t they just leave him alone!, they didn’t need him, why keep making him suffer like this.
He didn’t want to keep loving them, he NEEDED to stop loving them, it just hurts too much.
Deep down he knew that the one that needed space was him, he needed time to stop this feelings to-… to stop this stupidity and move on, they moved on, why couldn’t he.
“shidi!!”
“shishu!!”
he started to walk faster, he wanted to cry, god, what else do they want, they alredy mocked him enough!! “stop following me!, you alredy laughed enough!”
“shidi, we just want to talk!”
“well i don’t!!” he felt that someone grabbed his arm, angry he turned around to punch the person in the face, luo binghe grabbed his other arm.
“well, WE do, and its important” he said, voice soft but firm, like the voice he used when he talked to shen qingqiu, but-… but he was talking to liu qingge, why would he-…
Shen qingqiu arrived a second later at his side, out of breath “we would never laugh at shidi’s face, we were just-…” his face looked complicated … “worried, that something serious had happend, this master is sorry if we made shidi uncomfortable” he placed his hand on liu qingge’s face, looking guilty, and honestly liu qingge knew he was a Deep red, but he was so tired, ashamed and so SO cold now that he felt the cold air on the back of his neck, that he leaned a Little at the touch, never laving his eyes out of shen qingqiu “ we just want to talk….please” and that’s all it took for liu qingge.
He lowered his head, he really couldn’t stop loving them, he sighed.
Closing his eyes muttered “okay” was the only thing he breathed out before following them to the bamboo house.
Liu qingge wasn’t a very a very patient man,and he was alredy on edge after the haircut thing, so when he entered the bamboo house and sat on the table with his cup of tea, he was not ready for whatever the couple wanted to talk about, sensing his uneasiness, luo binghe seemed to say something to shen qingqiu with his eyes, that liu qingge didn’t quite catch, so he lowered his gaze.
“Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu said gently, moving closer beside him. “We need to talk to you.”
Liu Qingge didn’t lift his eyes from the cup. Something in the tone tightened his chest. “If it’s about the poison, Mu Qingfan already checked me. I’m fine.”
“It’s not that,” said Luo Binghe, sitting on the other side, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched.
Liu Qingge swallowed. He felt surrounded—literally and emotionally. “Then… what is it?”
There was a pause. Shen Qingqiu spoke first.
“We want you to know that -… we feel for you something that goes beyond concern” he grabbed his hand.
Liu Qingge blinked. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t move. He pretended not to understand.
Then with a puff of breath he felt another hand too close to his leg “We love you, Shishu,” Luo Binghe said, this brat direct as always. “Not as a sect brother. Not as an ally. We’re in love with you.”
The word fell like a stone into still water.
Liu Qingge didn’t move.
Shen Qingqiu watched him, eyes calm and honest. “We know this might seem strange. we’re already married. But we don’t want you to think there’s a closed space you’re on the outside of.
What we feel for you isn’t a shadow of what we share between us. It’s something different—and just as deep.”
Liu qingge finally looked up. His expression was sharp, almost disbelieving.
“Are you… playing with me?”
Luo Binghe looked hurt by the question but shook his head. “Never. We’d never do that to you.”
Liu qingge clenched his jaw, gaze falling again. “How could this be real? You already have each other!. Shen Qingqiu is brilliant, patient, compassionate. You’re strong, devoted, and… you give your whole heart to the one you love. What… what could I possibly add to that? Where do I even fit?” said grabbing his short hair, he was trying to make sense of this situation, them? In love with him?.
“It’s not about fitting,” Shen Qingqiu said, moving a little closer if it was possible. “It’s about how much we miss you when you’re not with us.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it can’t be true.” Liu’s voice cracked slightly, tension bleeding from his shoulders. “It just… can’t. Not after everything I have done to you!, after the five years i fought luo binghe, Not with -… with this face. This—” he ran a hand through his cropped hair, almost in disdain, “—this mess. I look like a joke. I’m not… I’m not beautiful. I’m not gentle. I’m not soft. I’m not someone people like —like you two—could ever want.”
The silence that followed was dense.
For a moment, he thought they’d leave.
That they’d finally realize it. That they’d step back. That this was all just a generous illusion born of pity.
But they didn’t.
Shen Qingqiu frowned, not in anger, but in quiet sorrow. He leaned closer, until their knees touched.
“Shidi,” he said softly, painfully. “Do you really think we don’t see you?”
Luo Binghe was also watching him, surprise mingling with something close to grief. “Do you really think we don’t see how beautiful you are?”
Liu qingge clenched his jaw. Shame burned hot on his skin. He didn’t answer.
Shen Qingqiu raised a hand slowly and cupped Liu’s cheek. “Your wounds don’t make you less. Your hair doesn’t define your worth. Not your silences, not your walls, not your awkwardness when it comes to feelings. You’re beautiful, even when you try to hide. Even when you’re just sitting there, quietly listening while the rest of us talk.”
Luo Binghe leaned in as well, resting a warm, steady hand on Liu gingge’s knee. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you walk into battle without hesitation, your body shielding others? Do you know how many times I wondered how someone could be that loyal without ever asking for anything in return? How could we not fall in love with someone who burns so brightly without realizing it?” hi could feel liu qingge tremble for an instant “i wouldn’t be here if shishu wasn’t by my side those five years”
Liu Qingge felt like he couldn’t breathe. The lump in his throat was unbearable. No one had ever spoken to him like this. No one had ever seen him like this.
“It’s just… I don’t know how to do this,” he confessed, voice trembling. “I don’t know how to… receive something like this or if i even deserve something like this”
“You don’t have to know how,” Shen Qingqiu whispered, leaning closer, pressing his forehead to his shidi’s. “You just have to let us stay with you. Here. Now.”
And Luo Binghe, with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his strength, took his shishu’s hand in his own, as if holding something fragile.
“You don’t need to prove anything. Just… exist.”
“ let us show you how much we want you, how much you deserve”
Liu Qingge closed his eyes.
And for the first time—he didn’t pull away.
The night had fallen with a deceptive softness, as if even the sky had leaned down to whisper to them not to be afraid.
The hallway was silent. Only the sound of their footsteps brushing against the wood could be heard, muffled by the dark brocade carpet. Luo Binghe walked ahead, relaxed and calm, but with his fingers slightly curled, as if restraining himself from turning around and taking the hand he didn’t dare to hold. Shen Qingqiu walked beside Liu Qingge, eyes lowered, lips barely curved in that quiet expression he used to mask inner storms.
And Liu Qingge, in the middle, looked like a man being led to his own execution. His shoulders were rigid, his expression caught between suspicion and disbelief. What was he doing there, between the two of them? Why were they looking at him like that?
“You can leave if you want,” Shen said suddenly, soft but firm, not looking directly at him. “But we’re not going to hurt you. Not tonight. Not ever.”
Liu qingge didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he couldn’t find the words. And because something in Shen qingqiu’s voice, in the way luo Binghe calmly opened the door as if there were nothing to fear, stopped him.
Inside, the room was warm. The light came from a few flickering candles placed along the paper walls. There was incense just barely lit, with a scent that wasn’t intoxicating, but simple, dry, woody. There was silence—but not the kind that feels uncomfortable—rather, one that wrapped around you.
“Come,” Binghe said, finally turning to him. His voice lacked its usual arrogance, and instead held something more intimate, as if speaking to someone deeply loved, deeply fragile.
Liu qingge stepped forward cautiously, and his footsteps sounded heavy. He wore his usual bai zhan robes, his hands closed tightly at his sides. His posture, upright and guarded, looked like someone expecting an ambush.
Shen qingqiu closed the door behind him, and in that gesture, there was something ceremonial, something that shifted the air.
For a moment, no one spoke. Luo Binghe walked to a low table and sat on the linen cushions, extending one arm in invitation. Shen qingqiu followed, more composed, and his eyes never left Liu qingge, as if he knew that any sudden movement might make him flee.
“You don’t need to understand everything tonight,” Shen murmured. “Just stay. Just… feel.”
Liu qingge didn’t move. But his jaw tensed.
“This is insane,” he said at last, voice rough. “What do you want from me?”
Luo Binghe stood up slowly, as if walking in a dream, and stopped in front of him. He didn’t touch him yet. He only raised a hand, open, without threat.
“We want you” he whispered.
“I don’t need—”
“We know,” Shen qingqiu interrupted, gently. “You’ve never needed nor demanded anything. That’s been your mistake.”
Something cracked in Liu qingge’s expression. Just for an instant, barely perceptible. His eyes lowered—not in submission, but under the weight of everything he had kept inside for years. Shen qingqiu stood as well, walked slowly behind him, and circled around. He didn’t touch him. He just stayed there, his breath close to Liu qingge’s neck.
“We know it’s hard for you to trust,” he said. “But all we want is for you to know that we see you. That we love you.”
Liu qingge took a deep breath, as if those words were a blow. And yet he didn’t pull away.
Binghe stepped a little closer. His fingers brushed softly against the fabric of Liu qingge’s shoulder, and when Liu qingge didn’t move away, he let his palm rest there—warm, firm. The feeling was like a spark lighting beneath his skin.
“And what if I can’t give you what you want?” Liu qingge asked, barely audible.
“Then we won’t ask for anything,” Shen qingqiu said, now in front of him, looking into his eyes. “Just stay. Just let us care for you.”
It was that word. Care. That was what finally made him yield.
Liu qingge took a step forward.
And in that instant, Luo Binghe’s arms wrapped around him. Not with urgency. He held him against his chest like someone gathering something sacred that had fallen to the ground. Shen qingqiu came closer too, and his hands slid up Liu qingge’s back until they reached his nape, where his fingers slowly tangled in his hair.
No one spoke.
Only the warmth of three bodies breathing near one another.
Only the tension beginning to melt into something more liquid, more intimate.
When Binghe pressed a kiss to Liu qingge’s temple, he trembled. And then gripped the fabric of his robes as if he were coming undone. Shen qingqiu wrapped around him from behind, and together, they guided him toward the cushions, toward the bed.
Slowly, like unwrapping a wound, Luo Binghe began to untie the fastenings of Liu qingge’s robe. Shen qingqiu took his hand and kissed it—one of the most chaste kisses Liu qingge had ever received, but it made him shut his eyes with force, as if it hurt. As if no one had ever touched him like that before.
When his robe fell, Binghe’s fingers moved over his skin with devotion he touched the scars. The ones that crossed his torso, his shoulder, his hip. And for each one, Shen Qingqiu left a kiss, as if restoring something lost.
“This is part of you too,” Shen qingqiun whispered, kneeling before him. “And we love it just the same.”
Liu qingge trembled. Not from cold.
He felt luo binghes finger’s sliding his pants down to his knees, he yelped, his first instinct was to close his legs and cover with his hands. But a pair of hands instead grabbed his hands and puled them to his side, while another pair of hands on his knees slide to his thighs and parted them, letting everything for them to see, especially his now twitching dick. They haven’t even done anything and he was alredy like this, how embarrassing, he closed his eyes feeling how hot his face was.
“you don’t have to hide shishu, we are happy you seem to enjoy our touches” he whispered too close to his dick, looking at him from between his legs, he felt luo binghe’s eyes on him like a physical touch. Luo Binghe slides his hand up one of Liu Qingge’s thighs to cup his cock. It’s soft, even under Luo Binghe’s coaxing touches, even as Liu Qingge gasps out a sound he never thought he would hear from himself of all people.
Shen qingqiu watches in awe as liu qingges back collapse on the bed, his pretty mouth open letting out tinny sounds, he tries to cover his eyes but shen qingqiu still holding his wrists pushes them to rest above his head, wich he accommodates to rest on his lap. Luo Binghe’s other hand on Liu Qingge’s thigh, his thumb moving in slow circles, muscle under it trembling.
“so Good for us shishu, you are so beautiful like this” he says exhaling satisfied with a smirk.
“shut up” he says breathlessly, one leg kicking out at Luo Binghe’s side.
“Shidi,” voice lower than he intended. He rubs the beauty mark below his eye.
“I think he’s nervous,” Luo Binghe whispers, eyes glimmering “What should this disciple do?” His hand stills from its gentle motions on Liu Qingge’s cock and moves to touch and massage his stomach, Liu Qingge’s abs twitch under the pressure .
“perhaps this master should assist” he shifts a Little liu qingge’s arms to comfortably loom over his face “turn your head towards this master shidi please”
He does as he is told without thinking, he can’t, luo binghe’s hand on his cock and massaging his other thigh feels so Good, he feels dazed “so Good shidi, so perfect” he leans and Kiss him slowly, waiting for permission, which is granted when luo binghe touch the tip of his dick drawing a gasp out of him. That’s when shen qingqiu takes the oportunity to slide his tongue inside and explore everywhere tangling their tongues, the wet noises being everything liu qingge is able to hear.
All the sounds he tried to muffle are now free out of him, shen qingqiu swallowing them all very much happy to do so. He slides a hand over firm biceps to get a handful of even firmer pectorals, he squeezes while drawing out a whimper.
his mouth still very much being swallowed. Watching this luo binghe’s grip on his cock start being faster and faster, liu qingge start to desperately squirm on the tight hold of luo binghe’s hand, now incapable of quiet down, and at that shen qingqiu pulls away just in time to see how he comes all over his tummy. he pants heavy and open his teary eyes to look at shen qingqiu smiling at him and he close them again pulling his arm over his eyes letting the accumulated tears fall.
“Binghe is taking such good care of his shishu” shen qingqiu says leaning to Kiss his sticky disciple. Luo binghe kiss like a starved man, he leans to press closer to his shizun, deepening the Kiss moving his tongue as if he were exploring a new place, even though he already know everything there. They part slowly with luo binghe nipping a Little shen qingiqu’s lips.
Coming down from the post orgasm bliss, he watches them in a haze they look so beautiful he feels like he is in a dream, suddenly he feels movement as his head is gently placed on a pillow “now it’s my turn to show shidi how much i love him” shen qingqiu says as he places himself between his legs caressing his legs he whimpers soflty still feeling the overstimulation of his previous orgasm.
“shhh, i know shidi” shen qingqiu says still touching his thighs making him squirm “you let binghe show you how much he loves you, let this master do the same, mmh?, is that okay?”
Liu qingge watches him with half lided eyes how shen qingqiu stares at him with a dark hungry look. Ahhh, he so much wan’t him to see his love for him, so he nods and open his legs more to make space for his shixiong, he hears a groan next to his face…, when had luo binghe came this close? He didn’t know, he didn’t wanted to know, he just wanted the warm hand that is now strocking his head, so he leans to the touch closing his eyes to nuzzle on it. “shishu is so cute, this one new his shishu wanted us too” of course he wanted them, how could he not, he made an affirmative soft sound, which made both men above him chuckle.
Shen qingqiu moved his hand through all parts of his thighs, until he reached the base of his butt, which shen qingqiu relished a Little squeez before reaching for his hole with his fingers “binghe” he said to his husband, he handed him something liu qingge didn’t know what it was until he Heard the oil splash on his cock falling from shen qingqiu’s hands, it makes him shiver.
“it’s okay shidi, this master got you” shen qingqiu’s finger circles his hole before entering to the first knuckle which makes him tense his muscles without thinking, Luo Binghe continues to caress his head planting small kisses on his face to distract him from the intrusion on his lower part, Shen Qingqiu moves his finger back and forward, managing to reach deeper and deeper each time he leaves and reenters, slowly, trying to get used to it.
After a couple of minutes, Liu Qingge feels much more relaxed and sinks deeper into Luo Binghe's touch meanwhile Shen Qingqiu's hands on his thighs, still caressing them, takes this as if to move forward and add another finger which takes him by surprise and makes him jump a little from his daze.
he brushed something inside of him that made his hips jerk mindlessly, bucking into the air.
The fingers started aiming for that spot then, a third one joining them with a delicious stretch. Liu Qingge's body ached to meet his thrusts, he felt a pool of fire in his guts, he was close, again “wa-…nghh-…wait!” he guided his hand to stop the one between his legs but luo binghe stopped him from reaching further than his belly button.
“i’m-…i’m gonna-…” liu qingge cried out.
“it’s okay shidi, you can come”
He shook his head, sobbing a little, he didn’t wanted it to stop, not yet, he was feeling so Good, he wanted it to last forever, but shen qingqiu the bastard that he is -just sometimes, especially right now- slid his hand up to his cock and began stroking him. His hole clenched with force and all his muscles tensed as he moaned loudly and came on his shixiong’s hand.
He started to sobb, shen qingqiu’s fingers where still moving inside him, They've made him have two orgasms already, and they haven't even finished once “stop-… you still…” he rasped.
“mhm?, is shishu worried about us?” liu qingge didn’t want to open his eyes yet, he was so tired but he still wanted to at least help them finish, seemed fair…. Right?.
“do not worry shidi, we are not done yet” shen qingqiu gave him a small and short kiss on the nose, well duh they haven’t finished yet, he still had to jerk them off. Liu qingge felt luo binghe move where shen quingqiu was a second ago and he settled liu qingge between his legs, raising his hips a little to rest them on his strong thighs, what is he doing?, and where is Shen Qingqiu? He was here a second ago.
“it’s okay shishu, shizun is just undressing, he will be here in a second” liu qingge stopped trying to look for his shixiong, then, he noticed that luo binghe was in fact very much naked and his cock very VERY close to his twitching hole.
oh….oh.
wait!
“shizun told this disciple to go first, so shishu, excuse this one” he was still so relaxed and sensitive that the massive cock of luo binghe just slided in, it went in so smoothly that it entered all the way to the base, liu qingge was gasping for air, it was too much he felt-… so so full. Luo binghe wasn’t better tan him, he groaned surprised too at what had just happened. Then he smiled and breathless he laughed “shishu was really made to take my cock, huh?”
“stop teasing your shishu binghe” shen qingiqiu said as he finally returned, now completly naked, liu qingge reached for his hand, still breathing in gasps, he was so goddamn full and luo binghe wasn’t moving at all!
“but shizun! Take a look at this!” luo binghe said so exited that the curiosity took the better of shen qingqiu and when he saw what was the the exiting thing he drew a gasp, but not at the unión between luo binghe and his shidi “bi-..binghe” his breath shivered, no, what shen qingqiu was seeing was the buldge at liu qingge’s lower stomach, “is shizun exited to see this ones cock even though he is still inside his shishu?” the brat crooked a smile.
Shen qingqiu reached to the buldge in liu qingge’s and pressed down hard without intending to, the added pressure made his shidi whine and whimper, the sound made him take his hand away almost as it burned, “it’s okay shizun, he likes it” that Little shit said imitating shen shingqiu and pressing on liu qingges belly, earning another set of whines that made liu qingge’s dick twitch against his own stomach. This also earned luo binghe a kick to his back and a glare, that told him to move or he will regret it.
Luo binghe’s cock drove into him with little trusts at first, but quickly grew harsher and messier. He changed the angle by lifting and twisting Liu Qingge's hips this way and that, until he found the same sweet spot inside him.
Liu Qingge threw his head back to moan and Shen qingqiu grabbed his hair, twisted his head until he could kiss the corner of Liu Qingge's mouth.
"Does his cock feel as good as it looks?" he whispered in liu qingge’s ear.
Seeing their interaction, luo binghe couldn’t stand it anymore, he was about to come, his thrusts growing erratic and his entire body shuddering. Shen qingqiu kissed him Deep and hot until Liu Qingge was shaking apart in his arms, not knowing where to turn, what to feel. Trying to pull away to breath, shen qingqiu’s hand pressed him further onto luo binghe’s pulsing cock, until he felt like it filled him whole.
Luo binghe gave a satisfied sigh and ground into him, fingers gripping his hips and eyes half-lidded. Then he pulled out – Liu Qingge gave a despairing whine at the sudden emptiness he came just a second after, he panted and collapsed into shen qinqqiu’s hold.
He was so tired, he wanted to sleep for a week, he sighed as he felt another set of hand pet his head, he didn’t know if it was either luo binghe or shen qingiqiu, it didn’t matter. There was movement at the same moment but he just couldn’t open his eyes anymore, he heard someone talking to him but he was so far gone that he couldn’t mind at all, they could do whatever they wanted, liu qingge seemed to have said this out loud cause he Heard two pair of chuckles above him, he humed to them.
“then this shixiong is going to take shidi’s word” shen qingqiu entered the head of his cock and sighed as liu qingge huffed a moan, he felt so Good. “wake up shidi, we are still not done”
Shen qingqiu pulled out suddenly and lifted and flipped him around to his knees, then pressed back into his ass with one forceful thrust. The new angle of it made it hit differently and Liu Qingge whined in surprise.
Shen qingqiu’s body against his backside continued it's work, but he could tell he was growing close, his thrusts now coming in erratic bursts without their previous force.
It was too much,he still was sensitive from the past two orgasms, but they where touching him and speaking to him with so much care and love, he wished time would stop in this moment.
It felt good, all of it. Like the adrenaline from a good fight and the burn of a well-used body, combined with seeing luo binghe smile brightly at him and calling him shishu with his Deep and soft voice. All rolled into one moment of pleasure.
Shen qingqiu came inside him, he leaned forward, against his back and biting his shoulder blade hard enough to draw blood. That too merely sent a thrill racing along Liu Qingge's spine, made him cum over his shixiong stomach. Luo binghe moved his head a Little to Kiss him again, this time slow and with care.
Liu Qingge mewled around his mouth, overstimulated and a little delirious from pleasure.
He rolled to burrow his face in the sheets, Finally, he could rest.
The calm didn’t last long, luo binghe moved to his back and positioned himself on his entrance, liu qingge jerked his head up with a confused glare to stop him from anything else, stupid brat!! He was too tired!!, but shen qingqiu grabbed him by the waist to stop him from moving away.
“shidi, i told you we are not done yet” he purred.
…
What?
“we haven’t shown shishu all of our love yet” luo binghe grabbed his hips.
Liu qingge hiccuped.
oh this was gonna be a long night…
