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Something was up with his body, he knew it since he woke up and that's why he could only think of staying inside his room to ease the itch.
That itch taking place deep within him, making him squirm, making his throat dry at the thought of someone clenching it. It was as if he had drank wine: the burning sensation of alcohol dumbing him and wishing for something-- from someone.
He tried deep breathing, counting numbers, cleaning the dust off the stands on the archives, anything.
His last idea was meditating. Unbeknownst to him, that would be his downfall.
Wherever he was now, his body was definitely the same, the only difference being a now warmer body being pushed behind him. Warm lips placing kisses all over his neck, making him (him?) moan outloud. Clever hands that had crafted the most deadliest of weapons that had slayed thousands now roamed his body. One hand being placed just over his pussy, fingers flicking his clitoris while the other held his cheeks firmly turning his face: a mirror places just in front of a matrimonial bed; it's sheets a velvet red and the owners of said bed naked right in front of it.
He could feel the warmth of the object of his dirtiest desires in between his ass cheeks, almost taunting him.
"Look at you, looking so majestic, my wife." His husband said and proceeded to bite his neck and suck his skin.
"Yingxing." His strained throat pleaded. He felt so so warm and needy, the fingers not being enough. No. He needed to be filled completely to the brim until he couldn't move his legs.
"Mhmm?" The man hummed, as if those haunting eyes wouldn't chase him later even after they turned crimson. "I need you to use your words, my love."
Dan Heng was so pleable when it came to this man. He yearned for him day and night, and now that he was on the brink of breaking he couldn't think of anyone else.
"Yingxing, please." He saw his eyes tear up because the fingers were still running around his clitoris, slowly, while more and more slick built up inside him.
"You're going to have to try harder than that." The arrogant man teased, kissing his cheek lovingly.
Dan Heng wasn't sure if Yingxing knew how much he would sacrifice for him, how many worlds he would destroy just for him to stay with him forever until all the stars bursted.
And so, alone in the room with his husband, he kept trying to pull together the words enough so that his husband would give him the other part of him that he loved.
Blade was irritated moments before he entered the Astral Express, expression frowning more than usual. It was already hard enough to be with the Astral Express crew (plus their new... "Friends" from Penacony).
They would part to Amphoreus soon, but this mission required all of them to work together to give the express enough fuel to get there. But Blade couldn't care less (except for their new integrant, Sunday, almost killing them all on Penacony), he just wanted to be there before Dan Heng would be out of reach for who knows how long. They would go to a place not even the Aeon of trailblazing went, so while he didn't know how long they would be gone, at least he knew they would reunite again.
They always did, after all. It didn't matter how many times Dan Heng ran, Blade always found him.
He still felt uncomfortable, the heat of the bracer under his sleeve making him rub it thinking what the hell was happening to Dan Heng.
When they entered the express, Kafka started with the introductions-- introductions that Blade didn't stick around for. One of them (the one with the wings, Sunday, he supposed) tried to go after him as soon as he went for the archives but was stopped by that girl with pink hair, whispering something into his ear.
Good as long as he didn't got in his way, the better.
He didn't even spare him a glance. He was just glad that Kafka had his back and managed the situation. She had already eyed him since he seemed out of place from the warmth of the bracer. He knew that between Stellaron Hunters, the knowledge of what the other was thinking was something you could get from experiencing many situations together. And Kafka was one of the people that had seen deeply into his mind, so him moving without a warning zeroing for one person wasn't too difficult to put together for her (or anyone else from the Stellaron Hunters).
Blade knew how attentive Dan Heng was. After being his hunter for thousands of years, he would be a fool to not know when his pray didn't remember the sound of his footsteps.
That was the first red flag: no sound of footsteps from the other side of the room.
Hand on the handle, and ready to unsheathe his sword he heard it: a name. A name laced with emotions that he immediately wanted to own.
He wanted those emotions aimed at him. He wanted to be there to see the sight of Dan Heng completely debuchered. Taste the blood, sweat and tears that he would pull from him. Hear him sing his name until his voice gave out. Touch all that skin that belonged to him.
The hand that laid on the handle retreated to pull out his phone. If someone dared to interrupt them, he swore that heads would roll.
Even though he couldn't use cloudhymn magic as good as Dan Feng, that didn't stop Dan Heng from studying everything he could from it, practicing day and night to perfect it.
In a flash, his clothes were gone, he couldn't care less of how, his desperate mind was set on recreating something else.
Even if the memory wasn't-- he still harbored feelings for that man as he recreated as best as he could the member that made his brain mush.
Still, it was uncomfortable to keep concentrated on the cloudhymn magic and enjoying the memory.
He could feel himself struggling, his experience souring and getting uncomfortable.
No. This couldn't be. He needed something else, it wasn't as if Yingxing would materialize before his eyes and he could put his pants down.
Whining he undid his creation, pussy helplessly against nothing.
Unbearable. Unacceptable. He panted as he whipped the sweat from his forehead.
"Yingxing..." He said, sad at not being able to reach the man or feel his warm body.
"Speaking the name of a dead man with the intent of bringing him back... Aren't you afraid of ghosts, Imbibitor Lunae?" Came the voice followed by the sound of the door locking.
How??? When??? What???
All those questions could be evident from the moment he raised his head up to find Blade standing in front of him.
Dan Heng was still naked but his horny mind could tell he was excited from the sight of his pants.
Either way, he approached Dan Heng unlike the ways he had done before:
Dan Heng was used to being cornered by the man and felt that menacing aura. Being filled with the feeling of helplessness as death approaches followed by the smell of blood and spider lilies.
They both know that Blade had the strength to be violent and manhandle Dan Heng with no problem.
Instead, trembling hands that had gone through so much cupped his cheeks, thumbs wiping the tears pooling on the corners of his eyes.
At the sweet gesture, Dan Heng inhaled surprise, soon followed by lips being pressed against his.
He could tell that Blade wanted to be gentle with him, but Dan Heng didn't have the patience for that, he needed Blade desperately. He felt as if death would come for his soul if they couldn't elope during the next minutes.
So he opened his lips, a tongue too thin to be human licked his lips, and Blade got the message well.
A little too well, because he had pushed Dan Heng on his back and then proceeded to work on his clothes.
To urge him, Dan Heng opened his legs, hand going to his pussy and opening his lips. He could feel the slippery substance between his lips but, how could he not for his husband?
"Blade." He breathed his name and showed his neck for him, submitting to him wordlessly.
"I need you."
Blade lost the amount of times that he had come inside Dan Heng. Time was not important while he was with his partner, the one who promised to accompany him until the end.
He would never get tired of the sound of Dan Heng's voice either calling his name or making all kinds of sounds as he maneuvered his body into as many positions he knew would make his brain melt. He however didn't have a lot of space to work with since Dan Heng's tail wrapped around his waist, not allowing him to pull out.
It wasn't as if he minded, he loved the sight of Dan Heng's stomach bloated with his seed and cock.
"You make such lovely sounds for me princess, can you keep up?" He asked the archivist.
And half lidded eyes focused on him. The vidyadhara had his tongue lolling out of his mouth, his cheeks dusted a deep red, lovelier than any flower.
He stopped moving just to check on his husband, to which a pair of hands covered on scales clawed at his chest. He had started to think that Dan Heng had completely lost his capability to speak until he heard his voice.
"M... More." His throat sounded raw at the request. "Keep moving. Keep coming. I... I need it. I... I need you to k-keep breeding me..."
They should stop. He had already made enough of a mess of the guard and archivist of the Astral Express. He had a mission to focus on and he didn't know for how long Kafka was covering him for--
"My husband,"
Blade's thoughts halted at that voice.
"Blade."
His gaze went down to Dan Heng's body, which tried to spear itself more on his cock.
"Give me your children, Blade."
His eyes widened, fingers digging into the skin of his husband's waist as he leaned over, thrusting deeply into that pussy full of his semen which made Dan Heng yelp.
He leaned over, kissing the ear of the archivist.
"I will take responsibility for our children, Dan Heng. Do not ever doubt it."
And he kissed and kissed and kissed making the vidyadhara moan his name again and again.
Blade didn't consider himself as a person. He was definitely a weapon, but each time that he was close to Dan Heng, something overcame him that made him feel as if he was more than that. More than all of the things that Jingliu had engraved onto his new life.
As if he was once more human, a husband, and hopefully one day, the father of Dan Heng's children.
But that was a thought that wasn't real. Vidyadhara weren't fertile. However, that fueled the fire inside him. To defy all logic and history. To once again burn in flame to the history of all the Xianzhou Loufu to be the first person to impregnate a vidyadhara.
Dan Heng could feel Aglaea's eyes burn on the back of his neck furthermore as he waited for the trailblazer to come back from their mission with Phainon and Mydeimos.
Things weren't exactly calm between them after she threatened their lives hours ago.
"Say, Dan Heng, do you believe in love?"
Dan Heng squinted. He knew that as a demigoddess with the coreflame of the Titan of romance perhaps there were things she could feel that he wasn't aware of yet. After all, there were so many things they didn't know about this world yet.
"That's--" He wasn't here for stupid questions while other people risked their lives, but he didn't wish to get on her bad side again.
He sighed.
"Love is complicated but... I do believe that it will find you, no matter what life you live."
She hummed, and Dan Heng couldn't read her mannerisms, he could only tell that she was looking at his body as if he was a puzzle.
Could she tell that he wasn't human? Probably.
"Good." She simply said, raising her gaze to him, giving him an odd smile. Tribbie had mentioned how Aglaea struggled with emotions while being a demigoddess so that was probably the case of her inquisitive gaze and then turned around.
"Your companion is approaching, but know this, I will do my best to not put you in harm's way."
That definitely bewildered him. Why him? Why not also his companion? What did he do that the others didn't? But most importantly, what had she seen on him?
But as he opened his mouth; Phainon and the Trailblazer came back. Where was Mydeimos?
Worry proceeded to disregard whatever that conversation with Aglaea was. If a war was about to break out, he had to focus on what was happening on Amphoreus and what had happened to Mydeimos.