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It was his day off and he was preparing himself a pot of coffee and some xiao bao with rice and eggs for breakfast, before he'd commence cleaning. His apartment was for the most part pristine, except for the multiple loose strands of pet hair that his black forest cat, Fu Yao, left behind. Mu Qing was a cold, distant young man who was very guarded and lived a solitary life. Despite having inherited the beauty of both of his parents, Mu Lan and Mu Yin, he had never been in a relationship, nor even kissed anyone.

Mu Qing had come the point in his 25 years of life that he didn't give a flying fuck nor did he have the time to. He purposely kept himself busy, whether it be through his work as the most trusted agent of the Xianle SWAT team, or through his martial arts, or swordsmanship classes he took in his off time. There was a brand new saber in a sword shop he'd walk by on his way home, which he finally saved up enough to buy. And heavens, Mu Qing was so grateful that he'd worked his ass off to the point where money was never a thing of worry anymore, unlike in his youth. The raven-haired man grabbed a cup from his cabinet, and poured freshly brewed coffee along with a splash of creamer and two sugars, to accompany the breakfast he had just cooked and plated.

Suddenly his phone rang. Vexingly, he looked at the screen and sighed heavily. Agent Nan.
"What the fuck do you want, Nan Feng?"
"I was gonna invite you to some sushi at this new spot that opened by my place. Are you always so goddamn rude, Agent Mu?"
Mu Qing's voice quickly softened. His work rival wasn't up to annoying work-related bullshit this time.
"Oh...um....sure,. Yeah. I haven't had s-sushi in a m-minute. Give me a time."
"7 PM?"
"Sure. I'll...p-pick you up, ok. It's gonna rain tonight."

6 months ago.....

His rival. Or so he thought up until they put them together as partners. Initially, Mu Qing highly disliked Nan Feng. After Mu Qing had finished with the investigation of a woman who died in a horrific drinking and driving accident, he got rewarded with a promotion to lieutenant, and also, with more work. He wasn't the kind to turn his back on duty however, just as much as he wasn't ever the kind who worked well with others. Mu Qing now had his own office, access to the best equipment, armor, and weapons, and had his own patrol car that he was allowed to take home. One day, they had transferred some guy from the Yong'an district who was known as Agent Nan. He was a tall, handsome man, with a frame of lean muscle, with bright, tan skin, deep amber eyes, and wild black hair he wore in a high ponytail. And he cursed like a Sailor, although, so did Mu Qing. He came in to their unit acting like he owned the damn place, always taking up the next missions before they reached Mu Qing's desk, and on two occasions, taking up tasks insistently that were originally designated for Mu Qing. When Mu Qing found out, he fucking snapped on him. It was their initial encounter.
"And just who the fuck do you think you are, you arrogant little dipshit? You're new here, so don't come in here acting like you're hot shit, cause I will put you in your fucking place!" Mu QIng yelled at him.
Nan Feng however, fired right back, "Listen here princess, I don't give a fuck who you are, what position you hold, or whose dick you've sucked to think you can just talk down to anyone just because, but if you have a fucking problem with me, you can MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT!"
Mu Qing was now enraged. How dare he insinuate...."IT'S YOU WHO'S THE FUCKING COCK SUCKER! Taking up ALL my missions as if I EVER FUCKING ASKED YOU TO!"
He'd worked for everything he ever had, unlike this entitled kid, who was also a lieutenant just as he was.

The captain overheard them arguing and he promptly went into Mu Qing's office to break them up. The punishment for the workplace hostility was partnering them up together.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," both of them said out loud. The bickering didn't cease but it was nowhere near as volatile as their initial encounter. It has diluted to more of Nan Feng getting on Mu Qing's last nerve because he was so nitpicky, although to Mu Qing, he had no right to be so nitpicky considering he had all but two brain cells. It was usually about Mu Qing's aggressive driving, missing his exits, or Nan Feng insistently picking a place for lunch until Mu Qing just gave in. And the lunch spots weren't great! That was the bad part! They spent every working day together from that moment on and now, their rivalry had progressed into an arms-length friendship where Mu Qing was increasingly more tolerant of Nan Feng's minor transgressions. They still bickered and insulted each other, but not as bitingly.

Fast forward to the present, where Mu Qing had just finished his breakfast and was going to do his yoga routine, before a shower and a trip to the sword shop. Him and Nan Feng hadn't hung out outside of work before, but it couldn't have been that big of a deal. Except that Mu Qing suddenly found himself over analyzing how he should dress up for the night, how he should style his hair, and whether he should do his usual half-up ponytail or fully gather it at the top of his head. After yoga, and a much-need hot shower that soothed his aching muscles from sparring the night before at his martial arts class, Mu Qing stepped out and towel dried his lusciously long, black locks that cascaded down to his waist by now. He slathered some unscented shea butter on his very pale skin, coating each delicately muscled limb with his slender fingers. And then when he got down to his nether regions, his fingers grazing past the soft, thick black fluff of hair he had just above his now-apparent erection, about 8 inches of length and thick girth that he'd never used, he couldn't help but to stare and feel so flustered, his cheeks blushed a gorgeous rosy color. He said out loud to himself "Nope...not entertaining you," to his own dick, and continued with the rest of his routine.

He dressed in black sweatpants and a black Stone Temple Pilots tee, waiting for his long raven hair to air-dry. His gorgeous mother, Mu Lan, who was a former model, had always told Mu Qing that the secret to healthy hair was to never expose it to heat and hot tools. She also taught him how to apply essential oils to his hair, and he used lemon balm in his. For the next hour, as his hair dried, he sat in his recliner with his cat, Fu Yao, and he reminisced on the old memories of both of his parents, his father Mu Yin, and his mother Mu Lan.

~~the past~~

Xianle City's Top Model, Mu Lan, graced the cover of Vogue, donned in the latest ready-to-wear fashion for Chanel's Lotus Blossom Spring Collection, for the year 1984. A petite, ethereal sylph with violet-black hair, amethyst eyes, and pale complexion, with doll-like features, she commanded the runway, trotting forth in six-inch stiletto heels of her black and lilac patent leather pumps that heightened her to about 5'10." Mu Qing watched his mother from the sidelines of the runway, standing next to his father, Mu Yin, a tall and slender young man, with black hair cut into a hair style resemblant of someone from Motley Crue, and piercing, elongated black eyes that many had described as abysmal. He was handsome though, so it was no wonder how he got a woman like Mu Lan to take as his bride.

His parents had met each other in college, at the Nan Yang University, completely polar opposites whom, as in all cliche romances, gravitated to one another. Mu Lan, in all her airy elegance and femininity, caught the eye of bad-boy Mu Yin, a rebel who was pursuing an art degree, and rode and fixed motorcycles and played guitar on his free time. He always wore a leather jacket adorned with all sorts of patches from the popular bands of the 80's, and had the rocker look on par, from his hair all the way to his studded leather boots. When Mu Lan became pregnant with Mu Qing, her and Mu Yin married. They were steady and happy for a while, and were that way for a very long time, up until Mu Lan was able to land her very first modeling contract with Wilhemina Models Xianle Region. Unbeknownst to Mu Qing, his parents displayed open happiness and love on the outside, and he had never heard nor witnessed the fights they'd get into, which were often, and quietly, when he wasn't around, made up with fucking, and then eventually, drugs. Heavy, heavy dependency on drugs.

Mu Yin began to drink heavily to cope with his wife's increase in travel, frequenting to bars and leaving little Mu Qing by himself at home while his mother was away at work. The happier times came when Mu Lan came back bearing gifts, treasures, candies and so many souvenirs of all the places she visited for both her son and her husband. Mu Lan only noticed that her husband had began acting indifferent after she had come back from Rio de Janeiro, and soon, on her own, she discovered that Mu Yin was sleeping with another women. Women. Mu Yin was burying his sorrows of missing his wife between the legs of other women due to his limited rationality spurred on by the misuse of alcohol and the poor coping mechanisms he had severely underdeveloped from growing up in an abusive family. They had agreed to not divorce for Mu Qing's sake but the expectations were zero expectations of loyalty from that point on. And sure, it was okay for Mu Yin to do it, but when Mu Lan flipped his own bullshit back on him, Mu Yin lost his wits. Mu Qing would come home to find his father in states of severe inebriation and stupor, yielding in sloppiness and the most unkempt appearance Mu Qing had ever seen his father in. Luckily for Mu Qing, the meanest his father ever behaved toward him was yelling at him to go to his room or do his damn homework. But through his bedroom walls, Mu Qing could overhear the verbal tirade of unrepeatable things that Mu Yin would say to Mu Lan as soon as she got back home from the studio. Never violence, but verbal abuse was still unacceptable.

One day, Mu Lan packed all of his things and she kicked him out, and told him that if he came back, she'd call the cops on him. Mu Lan had decided to finally, and quietly, file for divorce. Mu Yin was indifferent however. He agreed to pay support for Mu Qing, but to leave him the fuck alone for anything else. Mu Yin had a history of rebellion, and not in a maverick way of changing the world for the better, but of wreaking havoc and spreading chaos just because he could. In his own twisted mind, he was a hero, however. He began by trafficking firearms between the Xianle and Yong'an border, even supplying a few of the top officials of Yong'an. In 1986, Xianle and Yong'an agreed begrudgingly to become one republic, after the resources in Yong'an were quickly depleting. Because of the firearms being supplied, their armament now matched that of Xianle's military, so it was an arm-twist treaty they entered. And thus what happened? A ban on all firearms and scouting of civilian homes. Mu Yin felt very hurt and betrayed that the very same crooked legislators he provided weapons to, had now considered him nothing more than a cog in their machine of their wicked schemes, He knew where they lived, he knew what they drove, and every personal detail of them. Mu Yin had gone to a party that they had the audacity to invite him to as if he was some new minor rookie graced with the presence of nobles, when truthfully, all of this was because oh him! And he went to that bold-faced lying lawmaker and he shot him point blank with the very same gun he sold him.

Mu Yin was executed that same year, and by then, Mu Lan had suffered just from simple association and connection to her former husband. She lost out on modeling contract, and her best friend, some beautiful blonde woman named Feng Mei, who also appeared with her on some photoshoots and on several billboards in Xianle City, disappeared from her life too. Now depressed and no longer able to do the job she loved and consumed all her passions, Mu Lan became unrecognizably distraught. Because of Mu Qing, she couldn't just give up on life. Her second best talent was fashion design, as she had stitched some of her own pieces for the runway, some designs which were adopted by top-tier designers like Vera Wang. Knowing that no designer would work with her now, due to her husband's infamy, she still had enough money to open up her own boutique and she made her own clothing and accessories, running the shop from before sunrise to sundown, which Mu Qing helped her manage after he got out of the all-boy's school he attended. Still, seeing her friends surpass her got to her mentally, and Mu Lan began to slowly skip her meals, at first, by intaking smaller portions, then skipping meals, and then going days without eating and calling it "fasting." Mu Qing noticed and he insisted that she get checked but Mu Lan was always stubborn , and more so, in denial of what was evidently and increasingly wrong with her.

Her former friend, Feng Mei, had visited the boutique one day with a boy about Mu Qing's age who didn't talk, but only stared at him expressionlessly through bright amber eyes. It had been raining outside and he was wearing a black hoodie, but he could still see a glimpse of the boy's light brown bangs, and the now accompanying scowl directed at Mu Qing. He stood in the corner and diverted his attention to his Tomagotchi, turning his back to him, to now face the door. Mu Lan was shocked to see Feng Mei, but nonetheless happy to see her.

She said "what brings you here? I thought all you hoes abandoned me after Mu Yin well, did what he did," she said, her otherwise offensive words transmuting sweetly with the warmth of her voice and the way in which her and Feng Mei spoke to one another normally.

Feng Mei said, "Mu Lan, you literally ran away from me. I was worried about you! Sorry it seems that I didn't try and I didn't call. Work piled up on me, and then I also have Feng Xin to take care of, and he's growing up so fast, and he's spoiled, you know how it's like raising kids. Say, Mu Qing, you're almost taller than your mother. Mu Lan, you're thinner than your own son is. What's going on?"
Mu Lan changed the topic, "speaking of, where is Feng Xin? Did you bring him?"
Feng Mei said, "He's the the door. A-xin!" she called. The boy with his hoodie and his Tomagotchi looked to his mom from the distance of clothing racks and accessories and waved, and then went back to his game. "Fucking kids these days."

Feng Mei convinced Mu Lan to model with her again. Little did she know that because of her deteriorating condition, it would be the last time that Mu Lan would ever do a photoshoot. They had gone to Yong'an Beach and Feng Mei wore a red bikini that showed off her toned physique, while Mu Lan wore a tiny, blue, polka-dotted eyelet bikini, which hugged her nonexistent curves poorly. No one wanted to mention it, and no one dared to point out how Mu Lan was nothing but skin and bone, with jutting hipbones, and sternum bones where two bountiful breasts like Feng Mei's should've been. Nevertheless, this photoshoot made it into the June 1988 issue of Vogue, just a month before Mu Lan collapsed right outside her boutique from what she played off as "fatigue."

"Anorexia, my son. Your mother is at the point of no return. She broke a bone and her vision is rapidly deteriorating," the doctors told Mu Qing, who was only 14 at the time. Around August, Mu Qing found a job that he thought would pay well enough, at the prestigious Xianle residence, of the esteemed Xie family, where Xianle's governor, Xie Qiang, resided with his family. His seventeen-year-old son, Xie Lian, was actually approachable and accommodating, a stark contrast to the cold and cutting demeanor of his own father. After Mu Qing had read over the rules of employment and what he could and couldn't do (and that list was LONG! this family was STUCK UP!), he signed the employee agreement and began work that day. His first task was dusting all of the couches and furniture in the living room from pet dander, and polish all wooden surfaces and accents. Not a hard tasking, but definitely tedious when these wooden surfaces were actually sculpted elaborately into dragons and crouching tigers to hold glass tabletops. On his way down with his cleaning supplies, lo and behold, who does he run into? A very familiar-looking face, just a little bit older, and taller, with the same judgmental scowl, and his shoulder-length brown hair pulled into a half-up just like Mu Qing's. He is in a similar uniform like Mu Qing's black sweater and slacks, except the collar of his is red, and he's donning a gold badge that reads "Patrol."
Mu Qing is startled intially but then tries to talk to him, maybe to find some solace since their moms were, are, friends.

"I remember you! From my mom's store. Feng Xin huh? I'm Mu Qing!"
.............. *angry scowl intensifies*.........................

Silence. Amber eyes into clear obsidian.

"Are you fucking.....fine then. Don't talk to me then, you stuck-up, pretentious, fucking douchebag! But quit fucking looking down on me like you're better than everyone!"

Mu Qing resumes his due diligence of cleaning while Feng Xin sighs in silent exasperation, rolling his eyes at him. Mu Qing flipped him off once more, and Feng Xin returned the favor. Mu Qing told himself he'd tolerate him only because the Xie's paid quite decently. He was making about 700 a week, which was enough to cover rent for home, his mom's boutique, food, and medicine. However, despite the medicine he was now able to afford, Mu Lan still wasn't getting any better. Time passed and the year was now 1989. Mu Qing had just turned fifteen and his pay had increased but so had his responsibilities. They now included car detailing. Mu Qing didn't mind since he loved cars and anything related to them. Xie Lian had taken him on a ride in his pearl-colored MacLaren, along with the silent, pissy-faced Feng Xin on more that one occasion.

It was a cloudy February afternoon, just after his fifteenth birthday, that the loud, guttural revving of a car entered the courtyard lot, and into the Xianle residence entered an ostentatiously dressed, disregardful young man who looked like Xie Lian, but with hot pink lipstick on, dressed in green furs, green pants, and green snakeskin boots. His presence commanded attention, not because of respect due to his high society status, but rather, he was a walking spectacle. He greeted Xie Lian, and Xie Lian's parents, and then rather distastefully, he demanded,

"Tell those two bumpkins that you have for servants to fetch me a tonic and bring me up a Beef Wellington now! I'm fucking starving!"

Xie Lian said "Qi Rong, that's no way to talk to my attendants. Their names are Mu Qing, and Feng Xin. Mu Qing cleans, and Feng Xin is the bodyguard."

Qi Rong then walked up to Feng Xin and he tauntingly poked him in the chest, "well he sure doesn't look like a bodyguard, he looks fucking scrawny. Are you feeding your servants, cousin? I mean not that you should have to. If he was mine, he wouldn't just be standing around all day. Some fucking useless servants you have, cousin!"

Feng Xin's face was reddening even more, but he gulped down his anger silently, attempting his best to ignore Qi Rong's crass insults.

Xie Lian gave Feng Xin a debit card and he kindly told him to go to some Brazilian steakhouse and to take Mu Qing with him and to order two Beef Wellington's and whatever they wanted. Mu Qing was taken aback by Xie Lian's selfless gesture, but then, he remembered that he hadn't eaten a good steak in years, ever since his father was executed, and despite his mother's business going steady, they were still just making ends meet.

Xie Lian handed Feng Xin the keys to his older BMW, and then Mu Qing, though unsure of himself, looked to Xie Lian for approval, and he said,

"Go with him! You're fine!"

and so, Mu Qing silently walked behind the eternally angry Feng Xin, who seemed to have been born with resting bitch face. The BMW was another white pearl sedan with cream-colored leather seats, just like Xie Lian's Maclaren. Xie Lian sure had a particular aesthetic of preppiness, but at least he wasn't a stuck-up asshole. The entire drive was silent but very awkward, with Feng Xin not saying a thing and Mu Qing staring at him wondering if he should break the ice. They arrived to a nice part of town, and Feng Xin parked the car, and Mu Qing trailed behind him, at least relieved that he wasn't as overly aggressive as his furrowing eyebrows made him appear.

The steakhouse they entered was definitely elegant enough to require a dress code, and a reservation, but Feng Xin said

"For the Xie residence,"

and the waiter seemed to understand to bypass these rules.

He ordered two beef Wellingtons with potatoes, a skirt steak with double greens since he was on a low-carb diet, and then he turned to Mu Qing, Mu Qing who had been in a state between shy flustering and stirring in his own shoes, trying to calm his gut from the bubbles of anxiety twisting it into knots.

"Are you getting anything? Taizi Dianxia said he'd pay for whatever you want."

Mu Qing thought a steak sounded absolutely heavenly about now, but he also thought of his poor mother at home right now. Even if she refused most food, who could resist a steak?

Mu Qing replied with "Sure, I'll have two of whatever you got."
"Two?" Feng Xin asked, raising one of his dark brows.

Mu Qing blushed, "for my mom at home. If...If that's okay," he blushed.
"I suppose," Feng Xin sighed, "Dianxia did say he'd pay for everything."

They received two brown bags full of steak dishes not twenty minutes later, and then headed back home. Qi Rong was already drunk, and Xie Lian was nervously trying to have a normal conversation with him. Feng Xin and Mu Qing came back with dinner, and they laid it out before Xie Lian, but Xie Lian insisted that he and Feng Xin take a break to eat. The two servants retreated to a smaller room to eat in silence.

Feng Xin noticed that Mu Qing had ordered the exact same thing as him, and pointed out "double veggies are good for you," with a much calmer and softened expression than he'd seen in the past month. Mu Qing cut a juicy piece of steak and popped it into his mouth and blushed a little bit, noticing how Feng Xin's face softened and that he finally muttered something somewhat intelligible and friendly at him. Shit, he muttered something to him, after weeks of silence!

Mu Qing said, "My mom says the same. How come you're on a low carb diet? You seem fit."

Feng Xin said "I train a lot after work," with a shy but subtle smile, popping a small tree of garlic broccoli in his mouth.

Their dinner and conversation that now seemed to be taking a pleasant turn was cut abrupt when Qi Rong burst into the small room they were in and began to curse right in Feng Xin's face, which prompted the guard to stand up in defense.

"You stupid useless fucking dog of a servant! I SAID MEDIUM RARE NOT MEDIUM WELL, I SHOULD HAVE YOU LASHED 100 TIMES!!!"

Xie Lian followed in right behind him. "Qi Rong, please! Leave Feng Xin alone! You can have mine!"

Just then, Qi Rong noticed an extra box with another meal next to Mu Qing, and his eyes peeled as big as melons.
"YOU FUCKING THIEF!! MY COUSIN WAS KIND TO YOU AND YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HIM! FEED 'EM AN INCH AND THEY TAKE A WHOLE MILE!? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"

Qi Rong lunged forward, and he grabbed Mu Qing by his luscious, long black locks and he pulled so hard he managed to tear out a chunk of his hair. Mu Qing knew he couldn't fight back, or else he'd get terminated on the spot. Qi Rong dragged Mu Qing down to the floor, when suddenly, a roundhouse kick from Feng Xin knocked Qi Rong off of him, followed by a loud CRACK!!!! Feng Xin covered his mouth in shock when he realized what occurred. Qi Rong's arm was broken. Feng Xin had broken his arm to defend Mu Qing. He defended Mu Qing!!

But seeing how the unfair consequences played out, Feng Xin was quickly called up to see Governor Xie for this transgression, while Mu Qing quietly picked up the mess. Xie Lian let him off early, and he brought the still-intact steak dinner to his mom, which she took a bite from. The rest of it, Mu Qing saved it and cooked up some rice for it. The next day was silent, tense and blanketed with a dreadful heaviness that weighed down the entire mansion in oppression and the austere reinforcement of rank, and knowing your place.

Mu Qing dared not to mutter a word to Xie Lian nor Feng Xin, whom he occasionally glanced at as he polished wood with lemon-scented spray-on wax. He couldnt help to notice, in quick glances, that Feng Xin was adorned in bruises to his cheekbones, his neck, and collarbone, the shape of them like those from a heavy hand. And then he heard sniffling, and couldn't tear his gaze away from Feng Xin, who's amber eyes pooled with tears, as he stared down to the floor and wept in silence. Mu Qing set down his cleaning supplies and took a step toward him.

"Feng Xin?"

The brunette let out a sob, before he suddenly dashed out of Mu Qing's grasp and he headed right for the door, running so fast, as if he were being chased by his worst nightmare.

"Feng Xin! Wait!" Mu Qing cried out.

Naturally, Xie Lian appeared beside him, both of then now looking out to the open door, and then to each other. Mu Qing felt his cheeks get hot.

"He just....ran. He cried and ran away."

"He....he's not coming back," Xie Lian sighed.

Xie Lian, the peacemaker and problem solver, the glue tying everyone together, just let his beloved bodyguard go so easily? How? In What logical mind.....
"I quit too," Mu Qing said. Xie Lian gasped in shock, but Mu Qing had seen enough, had enough.

Whatever happened to Feng Xin that made him run must have been a result from the night before, in which Qi Rong was clearly the one at fault. Feng Xin did the right thing by defending Mu Qing, but in the end, a servant is a servant and a noble is a noble. Mu Qing was not going to put up with such disparaging lack of consequences for the rich no matter how they wronged society. And Feng Xin was only beginning to become his one and only friend.

It was a good thing Mu Qing quit because that very night, he came home to find Mu Lan passed away in her sleep. Even though he expected this to occur, the toll that his grief took on him transformed him into a man of no emotions, no time to think or eat, or sleep, or do anything pleasurable. While all other boys his age were out chasing their first loves, enjoying the whimsical magic of the neon nights of the late 80s, Mu Qing couldnt bear but to look at them with such disgust.

Everyone he loved, his father, his mother, ......Feng Xin....., seemed to suffer the same cruel fate of injustice, while society blissfully absorbed themselves into the next novelty, like mindless idiots of an even dumber mass collective. This cycle would end with Mu Qing.

After all of his grief alchemized to numbness and he survived a season of suicidality, he joined Xianle Police when he was still 15, since Xianle City allowed for teenagers from 13 on up to work. He started off as a cadet, and then made lieutenant junior grade, and then finally, still holding the same now as he did when he turned 22, lieutenant.

~~PRESENT~~

Mu Qing opted for black slacks, a black silky button down, and a black wool overcoat, with his long black locks in thick ponytail worn high on his head, secured by a silver xiao guan. He picked up Nan Feng from his apartment, since, due to his phone's weather predictions, it was indeed raining hard, and Nan Feng showed up in simple jeans, and a black pullover with little corgis all over it, and black Vans slip-ons. Very simple and juvenile, but still, for some reason, Nan Feng looked....handsome. Which he never did not, but due to them always working together, Mu Qing was beginning to notice. The sushi restaurant wasn't too far away from here, maybe an exit away from Nan Feng's home, but the rain was pouring down so heavily, even Mu Qing's wipers at full speed didn't swipe it all away in time. He parked their car, and before Nan Feng exited the car, Mu Qing told him to wait. He grabbed his umbrella and opened it as soon as he stepped out of his car, and then walked over to Nan Feng's side and opened the passenger door for him. Nan Feng teased him,
"Wow I really am getting the full-on passenger princess treatment!" he said with a stupidly beautiful smile.
Mu Qing rolled his eyes, fluttering his long black lashes, "Sh-shut the fuck up stupid ass," he complained as he covered Nan Feng with his umbrella.

They went inside and they both ordered green tea and two rolls each. Mu Qing's delicate, pretty face turned bright red as a singe of wasabi traveled up to his nose and made his eyes water. Nan Feng poked harmless fun at him for it, suggesting that he should mix it with soy sauce to lessen that effect. The dinner was surprisingly pleasant, despite the rain outside, and the rain actually created an element of dark tranquility surrounding the two young agents at dinner. Mu Qing found himself paying for the full meal, thanking Nan Feng for managing to get him out of his house where otherwise, he would've been copped up and bored, in a cocoon of blankets with his cat. As Mu Qing drove Nan Feng back home, he turned to say goodbye, and longingly looked into Nan Feng's warm brown eyes, his black bangs falling messily around his face, but the slight dishevelment making him look even, well, dare he admit it, hotter. And then he smiled that stupid smile again, which made Mu Qing get hot in his cheeks again. Nan Feng was leaning in to cut the distance between them, sensing the mutual warmth and underlying emotions between them, when both of their phones rang simultaneously. It was their boss doing a group call. Nan Feng answered.
"Agent Nan! I'm waiting on Agent Mu to pick up!"

Mu Qing, who didn't want their boss to know they were hanging out, so it didn't seem like anything, at least, Mu Qing was trying to convince himself that it wasn't anything, also picked up.
"Agent Mu, present!"

"Good!" the captain said, "I have a mission for both of you. I need you both at the station in an hour. A young girl named Ban Yue has been kidnapped. We received the call not too long ago from her mother, but she is suspected to have been taken somewhere to the Gobi desert. You two need to be there by dawn if we have any chances of getting this girl returned safely!"

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In the Gobi Desert by dawn? Mu Qing could do it, he was just going to be fatigued beyond belief, and he'd also have to do most of the driving since Nan Feng kind of couldn't. After he dropped Nan Feng off, who had rushed out of his car before they had hung up with their boss, Mu Qing sped home to pack a gym bag lightly with some clothing, water and snacks. And a few of those hydration multiplier powder things, a scarf to brave the haboobs, sunglasses and sunscreen. The Gobi Desert was as harsh as it was enchanting, and gods only knew where they'd be going and for how long.

          Mu Qing filled up Fu Yao's automatic cat feeder to the brim and topped off his water too, as well as cleaning his litter box, before taking off to pick up Nan Feng again. He retrieved his Nokia and gave him a call, letting him know he'd be on the way back soon. When Mu Qing arrived back at Nan Feng's apartment building, the young ponytail wearing man came running down the steps with a bag and what looked like a bow. On closer approach, it was a bow, a black recurve, and a quiver full of silver-tipped arrows. Mu Qing side-eyed him as Nan Feng loaded his stuff in to the backseat of Mu Qing's black Mercedes, but he said nothing for the moment. He was certain they'd be talking a lot on their road trip. As soon as Nan Feng clicked his seatbelt, the car peeled out of the lot and they practically arrived at the station on two tires from Mu Qing's hair-raising driving skills. If he hadn't been a cop himself, he'd have so many speeding tickets by now.

The captain of the Xianle SWAT brought both of the young agents to his office to brief them on the mission, providing them with maps, armor, tools and weapons they would need, as well as the tracking device that could trace magnetically induced signals, or suppress them on their vehicle to degauss the signals of landmines or enemy homing missiles. The captain also gave them angelweed, a type of herb that was commonly used to form a paste and used as a topical antidote. 

"Why would we need angelweed?" Mu Qing asked, crossing his slender, but muscled arms across his Kevlar-vested chest. emblazoned with the words "Xianle SWAT" in white embroidery. Nan Feng wore the same vest, standing beside him.

"There are poisonous snakes out there," the captain told them, "So please watch wherever you two boys step. I will stay in touch with you via the beacon transmitter. Please. I know this is a hard task, but I know you two are the best agents we have, that can do this rescue fast. It's not just a job, there's a child's life in your hands."

With that statement, Mu Qing and Nan Feng were off. The Gobi desert was 140 miles due northwest of Xianle, so they'd arrive by 3 AM, but had to be on the dunes by 9 or 10 of they hoped to gain any traction on the whereabouts of Ban Yue. That was also the time that the sun went from moderately to scorchingly hot, painting silvered mirages upon the dunes of sand that floated from dune to dune thanks to the zephyrs. It was 1140 and Mu Qing was trying to be in bed before 2 AM, so he drove like a bat out of hell down the roads that led to the outskirts of Xianle County, with Nan Feng not even attempting to slow him down anymore. No, instead, the fucker was slumped with his head to the side, falling fast asleep to avoid dealing with Mu Qing's driving. Upon seeing this, Mu Qing lightly smacked Nan Feng upside the head. 

"Hell no, wake up you fucker! Talk to me so I can stay awake!" 

Nan Feng clicked his teeth, groggy and annoyed by Mu Qing, who kept pushing his slender finger into the formed muscle of his bicep. 

"What the fuck, Mu Qing?"

"Why did you pack a bow and a quiver of arrows for?" 

"It's a weapon, obviously. Aren't we going on a mission?"

"iT's a WeApoN oBbVioUsLyyy," Mu Qing mocked him. 

"Shut the fuck up. Why is there a long ass sword in the back seat?" 

Oh shit. Mu Qing almost forgot that he just bought the damn thing earlier that day before picking up Nan Feng. Secretly, maybe not so much, he was more excited to go out with his now f-f-friend and wasn't even thinking when he had waltzed into the sword shop and asked the cashier to box up the ruby-bedazzled sword they had on display up front. His mind was on autopilot, focusing on an even prettier subject than just that sword, when he paid for it and tossed it into his backseat, telling himself that he'd get it out at home, inspect and play around with it later. 

"I...I just bought that earlier. A little bit before our sushi da...dinner. Fuck! I'mTiredINeedARedBull!" Mu Qing muttered and stuttered so fast, to cover up the fact that he almost muttered the word "date" in front of Nan Feng.

"There's a gas station up the road. Pull over and I'll get us snacks."

Without resistance or another biting retort, the car slowed down enough to take a right turn into a gas station that looked slightly dilapidated, but the lights on inside, and synthwave music from the 80's blaring from the speakers outside gave the confirmation that it was still up and running. Mu Qing parked the car and stayed inside, with Nan Feng insisting he'd be back. The car was still topped off, as Mu Qing quietly scanned all of the settings of his car's systems, making sure the tire pressure, oil life, and fluids were all good to go, to brave the desert the very next morning. He was very meticulous to the point of obsession with his car, not because of the desire to be pompous, but more out of the need to feel safe and for everything he worked so hard for to be preserved for longevity. Nan Feng came out from the gas station with a bag full of snacks, and several cans of the original blue Red Bull. Nan Feng climbed back into the passenger seat, Mu Qing felt the cold air whip him lightly. 

"Damn, when did it get so cold?"

Nan Feng snapped open two Red Bulls after he buckled himself in, and Mu Qing started his car again. 

"Well, we are getting closer to the desert, I think once you pass the Gold Phoenix monument on this road, the town right before the desert is like 80 miles. Pei Xiu city, and there's a couple hotels there."

Mu Qing grabbed his Red Bull and took the first initial, delicious swig of the bubbly energy drink, the rush of caffeine hitting his brain immediately as the liquid coursed down his slender throat. He set the drink down in the cup holder, and to avoid intrusive thoughts trying to budge their way into his precious mind, of him, Nan Feng, and hotels, he turned on his stereo, where he had a CD in there that was a mix of various trance songs and one Spice Girls song that Nan Feng burned onto there as a joke. This was also a talent of Nan Feng, he was tech savvy where Mu Qing wasn't so quite yet. 1999 was a year of both the dawn of the internet and some loose reliance on technology from the late 70's and 80's. It was also the dawn of great music, and Mu Qing was fond of the new trance anthems storming the underground raves he'd frequent when he had nothing else to do. He'd go for the music, purely, whilst vehemently abstaining from alcohol and all of the scantily clad women in short, silver and black vinyl skirts who would grind up against him because they found him attractive. Which Mu Qing was undeniably, a very attractive man, though he had kind of figured out a while back that he may not have been wired to be interested in sex....or maybe women. Maybe the death of his mother and the execution of his father messed him up more than he believed, but he pushed this thought to the back of his mind, pushing the CD tracks until he found a song he liked, called "Blood is Pumping."

Nan Feng pumped his fist playfully to the beat, just calmly going along with the vibe of trance that now filled the small space of Mu Qing's Mercedes, scented of leather, their mixing colognes, and opened cans of RedBull. 

"You should invite me to a rave one day!" Nan Feng said, as Mu Qing glanced over at him, through his long black lashes that hovered over his angular cheekbones, and he silently shook his head. Just being in the car with Nan Feng was nerve-racking enough, when Mu Qing came to a realization a little while ago that he had a crush on him that had finally come to fruition at the sushi restaurant. Now imagining Nan Feng at a rave with him, grinding up on him with Mu Qing's hand on his hips as synth and bass pulsated heavily onto the laser-speckled dance floor.....nope. Mu Qing took another sip of his beverage to push that thought back.

"Only if you invite me to shoot arrows," Mu Qing replied, half-hoping that Nan Feng knew he was....half-bluffing. 

On the left of the road, there was a distant golden light in the form of a bird that became brighter and more majestic as their car neared it. It evolved into a breathtaking sculpture of a firebird built from steel and adorned with lights in an intricate pattern to give it the appearance that its wings were made of golden fire. 

"So only 80 miles from here, huh?" Mu Qing said.

"Yep! And it's barely 1230, so if you speed, we can make it there by 1:30!"

"I thought you said you didn't like me speeding," Mu Qing said, his concern blooming out of nowhere.

"Yes but we need to rest to make it to the desert early."

At exactly 1:10, they made it to Pei Xiu City, and pulled into one of the three hotels that the tiny town had available. The one that didn't look like a roach motel, that had two palm trees outside of it, and was built to look like a rose-colored pagoda, was the hotel that Mu Qing pulled into. This place had one more room available, which was a singular queen bed, but with AC, a bathtub, a fridge and microwave. Mu Qing was too tired to argue and agreed to it. He withdrew his wallet and pulled out a wad of cash in the sum of the price for one night, and once he received his room key, he coaxed a sleepy Nan Feng from the passenger seat once more. They got a room on the second floor, bringing only their bags full of essentials, and confidently leaving their weapons and mission gear in the car. 

"My car is bulletproof and has Lo-Jack, I'm not worried about shit," Mu Qing said, as he swiped his key card into their designated hotel room. The passageway to their room was as elegant as the hotel itself seemed from the outside, and smelled of incense and jasmine. It wasn't overly fancy, but it wasn't a place where Mu Qing felt that he'd get shot if he looked at someone the wrong way. The room itself was small but clean, with upgraded, cream-colored walls, adorned with gold filigrees along the middle of the wall. There was a clean bed with white, fluffed sheets and pillows, and the basics that an hotel room needed. He set his bag down and took out his tooth and hair brush, and proceeded to do those two so he could get a few hours of sleep before they had to be on the road again in the next few hours. By 2 AM, his head with his long, soft black waves he combed out, hit the pillow, and a little after followed Nan Feng, who was in a sleeping shirt and tiny, tiny gym shorts that were hidden beneath the hem of his shirt. 

Blushing, Mu Qing ignored, as best he could, and turned his back to him to set the alarms on his phone and go to sleep soon after. Yet, even with his back to him, Mu Qing knew that Nan Feng was lying in the same bed with him. And he could feel his body heat radiating from him under the covers. Mu Qing hit the switch to the lamps off and the room darkened, so they could fall asleep faster. Yet, just knowing what he knew, feeling what he felt, and hearing the soft sighs of Nan Feng stirring in his sleep gave Mu Qing insomnia, and then another little and unwanted surprise. He jumped when he felt the coolness of the sheets suddenly feel a little tighter on his crotch, causing him to look down, and when he did he wished he hadn't. Mu Qing bit down a gasp when he saw that he had sprouted a ripe and rock hard erection, so he quickly laid on his side again and tugged his knees to his chest hoping it would go down. He shut his eyes and by pure might, he forced himself to keep them shut, even if he didn't dream, until his alarm sounded around 6 AM, waking both him and Nan Feng. 

Mu Qing didn't remember going to sleep but he certainly did, when his alarm jolted him awake, as did the freezing ambient in their room that he didn't recall being so severe when they had gotten here. He didn't think they needed to, but Mu Qing was so exhausted that he didnt think to turn on the space heater when they got in. He was shivering under the blankets so he stayed there to recuperate some body heat, when he suddenly felt something soft and warm next to his right arm. Mu Qing glanced and the heat that quickly pooled in his cheeks warmed him up immediately, when he saw that Nan Feng had curled himself up on him and placed his head on his arm. Mu Qing hoped to the heavens that he was still asleep and he gently nudged him. 

"Nan Feng....hey...it's...it's time,"

Nan Feng let out a soft sound that sounded like a complaint and a whimper, which made Mu Qing's rosy blush go neon pink. 

"M...Mu Qing...stay....I'm...freezing."

"Eh...excuse me?" 

Nan Feng wasn't fucking asleep. He was conscious, and aware as his hand coiled around Mu Qing's bicep to bring himself closer. Mu Qing didn't know whether to laugh, curse, or cry, but he managed to gently wring himself out of Nan Feng's grasp to take a very fast..and very cold shower, and brush his teeth. Yet even with the cold water, Mu Qing's erection wasn't going down, and he wasn't about to take a hand to himself, not when Nan Feng was right outside the thin, two inches of wood of the door between them, and not when they were on a time constraint. Mu Qing dressed himself in loose, dark blue robes and trousers that he hoped would hide his problem, and then brushed his teeth, before Nan Feng knocked on the door. Mu Qing let him in and did his best to ignore him, quickly gathering his things and slamming the door with Nan Feng now in there. When he was back in the room, the fresh aroma of coffee hit him. Nan Feng had brewed coffee for him, which was considerate, knowing that Nan Feng himself detested the taste of coffee. Mu Qing found a small water bottle and dumped some of it into a cup, to microwave it and make Nan Feng some tea for when he was out. 

Mu Qing was slipping on his boots when the bathroom door flew open, and out came Nan Feng dressed in light grey trousers, with a thin, black and red tunic of silk over them, adorned with two butterfly hinge buttons and an amber sash. It was still cold, but nowhere near as it had been earlier. Maybe it was the coffee settling in his gut, and his bones, but Mu Qing was beginning to feel awake, warmed and energized. As Nan Feng silently put his boots on, Mu Qing fetched his tea for him and placed it in front of him. Nan Feng looked up at him, with silent gratitude in his eyes, that shone like honey when light was captured in them. Mu Qing sat back down, quietly gazing at him, to which he thought Nan Feng noticed when he glanced at him again. 

"What time is it?"

"Uh....6:30," Mu Qing replied. 

'Yay, we can take a mini-nap before 7!" Nan Feng exclaimed, as he jumped back on the bed, gleefully, next to Mu Qing who now looked annoyed with his juvenile intricacies. Mu Qing rolled his eyes, pretending to not see Nan Feng sprawled out with his arms stretched out over the bedsheets, nor the sharp curve of his jaw meeting the part where it softened, nor the way his lips looked plush from the Mu Qing's vantage point. 

"We are not taking cat naps, Nan Feng!"

"Aww come on!" Nan Feng laughed lightheartedly, tugging at Mu Qing's robe sleeve a little bit harder than he hand intended to, suddenly dragging the slightly taller man right onto him, where Mu Qing landed with his face on the sheets, next to Nan Feng's, and....and.....his chest on his! Mu Qing was pissed now. Pissed at his poor reaction time, pissed at Nan Feng's petty idiocies, and more than anything, pissed because now, Mu Qing could not move, as he felt the blood rush from his chest, down to his nether regions again, which he had spent a good portion of the morning trying to keep down, or at least, at half-mast. With the position he was stuck in, his chest remained on Nan Feng's, hoping his re-sprouted erection would go down, but when a soft sigh left Nan Feng's mouth, his problem became even harder...no pun intended. He could feel his heart pulsating underneath him, and the rise and fall of his chest with his breathing which was blooming into soft panting. Wait, why was Nan Feng panting? Why was his mouth open as he lay there just as frozen stiff as Mu Qing did?

"I...I'm sorry Mu Qing.....ahhhh!" Nan Feng suddenly gasped. Initially, it made Mu Qing panic, as he thought he had hurt Nan Feng by landing on him the wrong way, or worse, that he was having some sort of cardiac arrest from the way his body jolted. But Mu Qing looked upon the sharp features of his face again, and he noticed the Nan Feng was blushing, his eyes glassy with forming tears. There was another sensation down below pooling in Mu Qing's crotch again, the sensation of something poking him in his lower abs. He looked down as well as Nan Feng did, and then they looked to each other again, unsure of what the next course of action to take was. But that poking sensation wasn't Mu Qing. It was Nan Feng! 

"M..Mu Qing," he tried to whisper, which came out as more of a whimper than anything. Mu Qing attempted to push his body weight off of Nan Feng by pushing himself up on both palms, which were at each side of Nan Feng's head. But a warm hand wrapped around the small of his back to keep him in place, which caused him to blink a few times in disbelief. 

"Nan Feng???"

"Stay," Nan Feng cajoled him with a soft breath escaping his lips, and his thick eyebrows arching up to form a saddened, begging expression, his eyes glassy and as wide as cherry pies. That was all that Mu Qing needed to see and feel, to not hold back and to give him the silent permission to proceed to the point of no return. Nan Feng's hand snaked up his back to pull Mu Qing closer to him, understanding what was going to happen next. Nan Feng had his rosy lips parted open, but still, Mu Qing just had to ask him,

"May I....k...kiss you?" 

Nan Feng nodded yes, and that was all it took for Mu Qing to dip his head down to meet Nan Feng's lips for a deep, soft kiss of the mutual pining they had apparently felt for each other for quite some time now. He wasn't sure if he did it out of instinct or when he did it, but Mu Qing only pulled back when he heard a low moan from Nan Feng's delicate throat, moaned into Mu Qing's mouth. Mu Qing felt a warm dampness between his legs, pooling in his crotch and causing his cock to tingle when he felt the warmth of Nan Feng's own tip soaked with precum gliding against his, causing Nan Feng to open himself up to Mu Qing. When the hell did Mu Qing rut against him?! He didn't recall, but Nan Feng bucked his slender hips up against Mu Qing's to hint that he wanted more of this feeling. And Mu Qing, though having the power being on top of him, bonelessly complied. 

Nan Feng reached his arms to wrap themselves around Mu Qing's neck and pull him back down closer to him, barely managing to keep his shuddering to a standstill. Mu Qing kissed Nan Feng's cheek, and then his lips again. 

"More..." Nan Feng begged him, with a breathy, shaky moan, his fingers softly tugging on the silky, black strands collecting at the nape of Mu Qing's ivory neck, the slight pulling sensation sending a shot of adrenaline through his gut and shutting off the last bit of restraint and rationality. Mu Qing's arms trembled as he felt his primal instincts pulsing through his veins, from that gentle tug of Nan Feng, laid out spread underneath him, writhing and trying to buck his hips under Mu Qing's firm grip.

Once the electric current flowed down the veins of his cock, Mu Qing arched his hips upwards, holding Nan Feng's toned legs apart, and he slammed down carefully, so that their cocks glided against each other again through the diaphanous fabrics of their robes. A stronger, more resounding moan ripped from Nan Feng's throat, which catapulted Mu Qing's primal lust into overdrive. He drove his hips up into Nan Feng again, this time with more heaviness and a deeper push, all the way as deep as he could go, wondering how it would feel if Mu Qing was actually inside of him. If dry-humping Nan Feng was making his cock leak like a new spring, he couldn't imagine what being inside of him would feel like. He would give him every last drop of his seed if he was able to take him properly.  Mu Qing found a steady rhythm and kept thrusting up against Nan Feng, his hands underneath his slender waist, keeping their bodies flush as Mu Qing leaned forward to kiss his neck. 

"You....you...want...to...ahh...actually fuck me, don' t you....mmm...ahhh!" Nan Feng managed to say between moans. 

"Eventually," Mu Qing replied, taking an agressive nibble of Nan Feng's ear, causing him to flinch and gasp. 

"Good...I hope to feel your cock...inside me...one day...stretching me open.....ahhhmmmmm...." Nan Feng whimpered again. 

Mu Qing captured his lips in an aggressive kiss....keeping a firm grip on his jaw, but careful to not hurt him. Nan Feng was still slightly smaller than Mu Qing, maybe a little younger, as his frame was just slightly more delicate than his already was, with Mu Qing able to grip his hands fully around his waist with both hands. 

"You keep talking that way and I'm gonna come sooner than I hoped to," Mu Qing warned him. 

"Come with me...." Nan Feng moaned, "pretend....ahhh....you're fucking deep into me....pretend....you're filling me up deep with your cum. Pretend my walls are tightening around you....milking you....ahhh! ahhh!"

"That's it, A-Feng, I want you to moan as if I was filling you up with every last drop of my cum. I want you to say my name..." Mu Qing grumbled lowly, spreading his legs further apart, imagining that he was inside of Nan Feng's tight heat, tearing him apart, splitting him apart, and Nan Feng taking in every single inch of Mu Qing. 

"Moan for me," Mu Qing ordered him.

"Ahh!"

"Louder!" *thrust*

"Aghhhh!"

"Say my name...."

"Ahh...Mu Qing....Mu Qing....Mu...Qing! Oh my god I'm gonna come!"

"M...me too!!"

Mu Qing snapped his hips against Nan Feng more erratically, looking into his wet, amber eyes as he moaned lewdly into his ear. With how loud Nan Feng moaned, how beautifully, he was surprised no one in the hotel reported them.

"Ahhh.....Ahhh!!"

"FUCK!" Mu Qing cursed out loud with a stuttered gasp, as he felt his cock twitch and expel a warm fluid that soaked the crotch of his robes along with Nan Feng's own. He held himself still, keeping his hips pushed as deep up against Nan Feng, as the other younger man (at least he thought he was younger) convulsed in his arms, his eyes rolled back into his head as he let the orgasm's voltage course through him, before his body came to repose. Mu Qing laid above Nan Feng, still between his legs, and peppered light kisses to his forehead as his breathing steadied. Their robes were soiled, but they didn't have much extra to wear, nor did they have the time to jump into the shower again. 

Mu Qing caressed the side of Nan Feng's cheek, clear obsidian meeting amber. Mu Qing looked ethereally gorgeous with sweat and afterglow adorning his face, neck and chest with a peach sheen. "Are you okay with what just happened?" he asked Nan Feng with concern.

"I am. I...I kind of already knew you had a thing for me. You don't conceal your true emotions as good as you think you do."

"Ha! Is that so, A-Feng?"

"Plain to even an idiot like me. Qing-er. You have a beautiful heart underneath it all."

"After this mission, would you like to fuck me properly?" Mu Qing dumbly nodded his head, with a wide, silly looking grin suddenly plastered upon his angelic face "MmmHmm!! Too bad we don't have any time right now."

And underneath it all, Mu Qing and Nan Feng were filthy. They were going to smell like cum in the desert, which they had to get to, soon. Mu Qing looked to his phone's time. Oh shit...it wasn't even 7 yet!

Chapter Text

Mu Qing and Nan Feng had left their yearning desire for one another saved for a later time when they'd be less stressed out.

And Mu Qing noticed that even for them not going all the way, he had left Nan Feng a shivering mess. A wildly beautiful disheveled mess, with several black strands of hair falling loose from his pony tail, and struggling to catch his breath. Mu Qing laid next to him, with his hand on his chest, fingers splayed out, until his breathing steadied. A sheen of sweat glistened from his neck down to his chest, and Mu Qing bent forward to lick it up for him. Nan Feng tasted of salt and caramel, warm, sweet and like too much of a good thing that could've been fatal in excess. He tipped his head back as Mu Qing sucked a subtle marking onto his tan flesh, and bit his lip when he felt his teeth lightly break skin.

Mu Qing wanted the world to know that Nan Feng was now his. He didn't care that they were coworkers, if the captain didn't want them to fall in love with each other, he shouldn't have paired them up. They made it to the desert quite early, but it was already approaching the 80's, despite the sun's white-gold rays just barely beginning to peak over endless miles of sand dunes, and the sky of dawn still a dark periwinkle blue. They made it to a cliff that overlooked about three miles away, down a deep ravine leading into the Gobi Canyon, and there was a multitude of rust-colored rock formations that would make anyone believe that they had just landed upon an alien planet.

Just then, Mu Qing's phone rang. "Yes captain?"

"I see from the tracker that you two made it to the Neph Ravine. That girl Ban Yue, we just got an update that she was taken by a group of giant men who call themselves the Nephilim. They have a multitude of tunnels that cut through all those rock formations ahead of you, and they are demanding ransom."

Mu Qing gasped "The Nephilim?? Like, those mythical creatures?? And why would they abduct a random girl from Xianle to ask for ransom? What's the motive?"

The captain said "apparently, according to sources, the girl is both telepathic, and telekinetic."

Mu Qing replied "What in the sci-fi bullshit??"

"yes, now you know why I wanted only you and Agent Nan on this mission."

With his zhanmadao he'd bought the day before, and Nan Feng with his bow and arrows, carrying as much water as they could with them, they hiked down the ravine and made it to the alien formations of limestone, and igneous rock rapidly, crunching little scorpions and kicking dried up shrubbery along the way. Mu Qing was covering both himself and Nan Feng as best he could with his sand scarf, though Nan Feng kept insisting he was fine. His face was as red as the dunes from the way his body was overheating, and his throat was parched. When they had passed the final rock formation that resembled an Alien Throne, he tore open a hydration gel packet and slurped it up, and then handed an extra one to Mu Qing, who waited until they reached the entrance to a cavern to slurp up a lychee-flavored gel that held him off from touching his unopened water for a little longer.

He took the chance to kiss Nan Feng out of gratitude for his gesture, reaching one hand behind his head, under his high ponytail, tilting his lips up to meet Mu Qing's, while his other hand rested on Nan Feng's waist.  Mu Qing softly pushed his tongue between his lips, and promising to him that he'd pay him back with so much more once they'd get back home. Nan Feng's mouth tasted just as sweet as that lychee gel did, a mouthwatering indulgence that would stave off Mu Qing's hunger for a while. They broke free again, Mu Qing having to resist the urge to drop their gear and make love to him on the sand dunes. 

It had taken less than an hour before they had entered a lair full of those poisonous snakes that they had been warned about, and that was when Mu Qing's zhanmadao came in handy, as he hacked the hundreds of them that lunged at him and Nan Feng into pieces, severing their heads cleanly off before they had a chance to strike. All Mu Qing had recalled from this moment on was a blur. Nan Feng had vanished out of sight during the time that Mu Qing was hacking those serpents in half, but he had a very thin, lavender-haired little girl in his arms wearing a simple black gown with draping sleeves. Nan Feng had droplets of blood painting his skin, which wasn't his nor the girl's, since she had no visible injury. Mu Qing had recalled a horde of giant men running after Nan Feng, and he, with the girl in tow. 

Nan Feng had passed the girl to Mu Qing, as he knocked an arrow and he shot at a glowing stone that was at the far rear corner of the cave wall, timing it perfectly just before those men could reach them. A rumbling sound was heard and the ground opened up beneath them, swallowing them whole. And upon their landing they fell into a gory spear trap, into a cavernous hole with massive stakes buried into the ground, so when one fell, they would be impaled upon the stakes. Mu Qing still recalled the sounds of tearing flesh and screams of pain and death as the stakes pierced through flesh, penetrating their victims they claimed all the way through. When him and Nan Feng had looked, the basin of the stake trap was now pooled about six inches deep with blood, and the smell of iron was enough to make them back off before they gagged. 

Mu Qing hadn't quite remembered the details of when the hell the very Taizi Dianxia himself appeared right outside of the caverns, by those rock formations, but his presence was shocking to both him and Nan Feng. Xie Lian was older now, but dressed far more humbly than Mu Qing had ever remembered him, in simple white robes, a pointed straw hat, and with bandages around his neck and wrists. Xie Lian had recognized Mu Qing first....his former servant...now turned top detective.

"Mu Qing...."

"Taizi Dianxia??'

Hiding behind Mu Qing's shoulder was Nan Feng carrying that girl. Mu Qing's phone rang again and he stepped away to answer it. He had confirmed to his boss that they had found Ban Yue, but the order now was to leave her with the Taizi Dianxia. 

"What?? So how come he didn't rescue her? We were appointed to do his dirty work for him?"

"No Agent Mu...but he cannot fight like you can. I'll explain everything at the station. I'll need you and Agent Nan to both be present.'

Nan Feng showed up next to Mu Qing as soon as he ended the call, and Nan Feng was practically pushing him forward to head back to their car.

"Waiiit!!" Xie Lian was heard from a distance, his flighty footsteps becoming closer. "Come back! Fu...."

"Agent Mu, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" Nan Feng was barking at Mu Qing, which was severely out of character for him.

Mu Qing was very concerned as to why Nan Feng was so upset amongst the presence of Taizi Dianxia. 

"Nan Feng are you okay?"

"MOVE OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" Nan Feng barked again, suddenly shoving Mu Qing aside, and breaking out into a full sprint, past the rock formations and over the dunes, until he was out of sight. Before Mu Qing could say anything to Xie Lian, he told her to take Ban Yue back to the station where he'd get her later, and he too, dashed out of his sight!

That was all that Mu Qing could recall from that day that had happened over a year ago. It still hurt him deeply and cut through his very bone with more force and damage than his own deadly zhanmadao could ever do to him even if he severed off his own head with it. Nan Feng. His Nan Feng. The first and only person he'd ever fallen in love with and professed his love to, had a taste of ardent passion with, and his first kiss, too, ripped away from him. He still kept red jade bracelet that Nan Feng had gifted to him right before they had taken off to the Neph Ravine. What hurt the most is that Taizi Dianxia gave him no answer and seemed to be avoidant when he asked him if he knew anything about Nan Feng's whereabouts since that fateful day when he ran off into the desert. Xie Lian would smile nervously or change the subject. When Mu Qing had brought Ban Yue back to the station, he was put on a week of administrative leave while the head of the SWAT conducted a swift turnover and closing of the case. Mu Qing could come back after the business was handled, business which even though he and his Nan Feng played a crucial part of, was now evidently none of his. Business which cost him his love and partner. He wanted to quit, and was about to, until they put him in charge of a mission to go back to the Gobi and search for Nan Feng.

He lead a team of junior officials to scout every dune, every cavern, every hidden trap, for weeks, with no avail. Excavations were even conducted but the only thing they discovered was a mountain of dead, giant men in a stake trap. 6 months into searching, and exhausting every avenue and resources, and finally, the search was called off and Nan Feng was presumed deceased. No one could brave the desert with no food nor water for over 3 days and make it out alive. Unless Nan Feng had disappeared through a portal, the Gobi desert went on for hundreds of miles, and there was no way he would've trekked it all or made it back to Pei Xiu City alive, which was about fifty miles back from the Neph Canyon. 

It became the year 2000,

and there was an increase in cybercrimes, which called for the formation of a new department of the Xianle SWAT, which Mu Qing, the most senior field agent, was placed in charge of to lead and develop. The crimes being committed were tax fraud, online bank robberies, identity thefts, car system hacking, and somehow occurring in tandem with the sudden massive depletion of funds from suspected kingpins of drug and human trafficking, murder. But it wasn't murder of innocents. It was murder of these suspected kingpins, since the cyber unit also worked congruently with the Human Trafficking and Predator department. The day of his 26th birthday in February, Mu Qing received an unknown email directly to his work laptop, which read "Fair Warning. But You're Welcome."

Mu Qing clicked the email casually, thinking one of his coworkers sent him another vine about half-naked pictures of women, which they all knew made him very uncomfortable. Not because Mu Qing didn't find women beautiful, because he did, but he simply wasn't interested in sex. He never had been, except for Nan Feng, and even that feeling took forever to develop. But upon closer inspection, this was a video that read "push play." Mu Qing started the video which had already had a dark start. There was a man who looked a lot like the one of the main human traffickers they had been after, who peddled humans out of Xianle, to the rest of the world, but could never be caught due to constantly moving. Here he was, sitting in a chair with no shirt on, his hands bound in front of him, and the words "POLITIC PIG" either cut or badly tattooed onto his chest. His eyes were puffy and bruised black, fresh from a severe beating, and his hair had been shaved off. Mu Qing called all of his coworkers over.

"Hey! I need the entire unit here!! This is Ryu Hua on my screen! The human trafficker we've been on the hunt for years now!"

A crowd gathered around Mu Qing, and multiple eyes all gazed upon his laptop screen.

"Excellent, now that I have your attention, I hope you thank me later. I'm gonna let the human piece of trash sitting in front of you speak. Before I incinerate him," said a man's low voice that was off the side of the screen. "Now tell the world to whom you were selling women, children and men to. Who in Xianle were your most avid customers?"

A tan hand with the wrist covered in black patent leather appeared in front of the screen, holding a pair of diagonal cutters to the man's nipple. "Talk, unless you want to give a show to fucks out there as sick as you are."

Ryu Hua whimpered but he complied. "I...I am Ryu Hua, and I have been trafficking humans since the 80s. One of my most avid customers is your very own Governor Xie," he began.

"And??"

"And Yong'an County judge Lang Ying,"

"And can you tell the world about Governor Xie?"

"He.....he likes teens. He likes boys specifically."

"Who else?"

"The....the Nephilim."

"The Nephilim? Aren't they mythical?" the man said in a sardonically syrupy tone.

"No! This....This is their world, and, if we give them blood sacrifices, they give us power and wealth!

" Well, no wonder your world is so beyond fucked. Thank you. That is all." the man with the warm, slightly deep voice replied. 

He then appeared in front of the screen, keeping his face covered with a ski mask, and he began to douse Ryu Hua in gasoline, while the other one screamed and begged not to do it! That he'd turn himself into the police! He'd change his ways!!

The man in the ski mask, who's rest of his body appeared very toned, and muscular underneath his black vinyl catsuit, told him "You're 53, you're not gonna change." And then he dropped a fucking match on Ryu Hua, and the cameras panned out so the audience of Mu Qing and his coworkers could get a full view of the trafficker scorching alive, screaming in agony as his entire body lit aflame. The man in black appeared in front of the screen, seeming casual and nonchalant that he just burned a man alive, even if he was a criminal. This man was a fucking psychopath. 

"And that, folks, is why you shouldn't be a piece of shit to society. It doesn't matter if you're good or bad. Trust in the Trinity. Because I am always around."

And with that the video ended, and there was a silent shock, that followed with the cacophony of loud murmurs and everyone revolting from the pure shock of what the fuck had just happened. Mu Qing went to grab a cup of coffee from the break room, when even more agents from other departments were gathered around the TV, where a live news broadcast, about the same video that he had just received via email, was on. Apparently, the video was hacked into everyone's computers, and even billboard screens and government servers, and was recorded on live time, so all of Xianle witnessed the murder of a murderer. 

The ticker tape of the news broadcast read "hacker who revealed his name to be Xin Trinity."

That man was someone whom Mu Qing made his life goal to pursue, to the point of obsession. Xin Trinity was a very bold criminal too. After that mass hacking incident, other incidents with his involvement at the epicenter began to spawn one after another. 

All of his incidents had the common theme of anti-government activism taken into vigilante extremism. The next crime he committed was one in which again, he hacked the servers of the entire city, and recorded himself shooting the tires of Governor Xie’s car with a bow and arrow!
Without showing his face, because he never did, he was always wearing a black hood and a mask or a mouth cover to conceal himself, but always in a skin tight, black patent leather catsuit that looked as if it was painted on the muscular contours of his body. 

And as if that wasn’t bold enough, he had the nerve to make little posters of himself and stick them onto trees, stop signs, establishment windows, people’s car windshields underneath the wipers, and just about anywhere with a solid surface! Mu Qing collected these posters which were posted over abundantly at police stations, but especially the SWAT unit he worked at. The most recent publication from Xin Trinity was one of him overlooking the city streets from the edge of a high rising sky scraper, where one wrong move or a wind too strong would certainly spell death. How that man had no fear of heights was beyond Mu Qing’s comprehension. 

So was everything else he was doing. Why was he being so arrogant and open about his crimes? He seemed to not possess an ounce of fear nor shame for pending consequences should he had ever gotten caught. That was it! Mu Qing had deducted that maybe Xin Trinity was absolutely convinced he’d never get caught!

He stared at the mysterious visage of the man in the poster, face covered in the shadows of a black hood, draped over his skintight catsuit, which tightly hugged his well-toned body. The way the cloudy lights of Xianle City captured the dips and curves of his back, legs and lovely, plump and firm ass woukd make anyone do a double take. Not only was he shameless, he was hot and he knew it. And he was banking for law enforcement to go easy on him or at least he delayed by his magnetic allure. 

“I’m gonna get you, you motherfucker,” Mu Qing said out loud in the cozy emptiness of his apartment at 3 AM. 

He had managed one day, to get his cyber crime unit to hack back and trace the signal of one of Xin Trinity’s next crimes; he’d stolen the social security number off of some socialite’s father, and used it to drain his bank account. The video was a practical step-by-step guide on how to steal indentities of the rich. Xin Trinity had seen that Mu Qing’s team had traced his signal and he had said

“oh I’m flattered, I have a following! Hello Xianle SWAT! I take it you want my attention?” 

Mu Qing had his team and him self dispatched to the signal’s location, fully loaded with all weapons and ready to apprehend him! He half expected for Xin Trinity to have eloped already, a prediction which came true. Wig another junior official named Nangong Jie, he scanned the empty room where he had been recording live from. Mu Qing found nothing, except an arrow on top of a coffee table with letter beneath it. it read

"i left you guys some steamed buns on the countertop. :) "

"What in the actual fuck?! this guy is a fucking arrogant shit head!" Mu Qing cursed out loud. He checked the kitchen counter of what he assumed was Xin Trinity’s house, a town home with neat black and gold furniture and fancy appliances, of a minimalistic black aesthetic. On the black marble countertop there was a dish covered in a golden towel with dragon embroidery, and beneath it was a basket of freshly made steamed buns, still hot. And there was a half eaten bun with fresh teeth marks still on it.
A little sticky note next to the basket read “don’t worry, I didn’t poison them. I even ate a bit,” -Xin T

Mu Qing ate a bun against the protest of Nangong Jie and it was surprisingly hot and delicious. He took the half eaten one as evidence however, in a little plastic bag to be taken back to the forensic laboratory. Why was Xin Trinity trying to get caught? 

The turn around for lab results would take about a week, so Mu Qing went home late that evening, wishing he had grabbed more of those steamed buns to take home for dinner. Instead he ordered takeout and sat with his cat Fu Yao. 

The very next morning was unexpected chaos throughout the entire SWAT building. That they expected somehow for Mu Qing to solve. Including his captain, Jung Wu. Mu Qing had noticed when he got in to work that a lot of parking spots were empty as well. 

Jun Wu pulled him into his office and told him with an exasperated sigh, blooming from a place of resignation after failure to diffuse, 

“Agent Mu. I let everyone go home today because, well. Everyone, including myself, have all had our bank accounts drained. It happened at dawn. The IRS has been hacked. All over the world. Even over there in the United States. Go home as well, Mu.” 

The IRS hacked?! Now a bunch of inept and over important assholes did dominate that sector, but either they were that inept or Xin Trinity was the perfect cyber criminal. 

With that, the distraught sound of silent giving up in Jun Wu’s eyes, Mu Qing about faced and went back to his Mercedes. He wanted to see if it was true. Before going home, and with the last few hundred dollars of cash in his wallet, he stopped by an ATM to check his balance, just to see how screwed Xin Trinity left him. His stomach churned in knots as his shaking hand entered his pin. But then, he was in shock to see that his ten or so thousand dollars floating in his checking account were intact!! 

Did that perfect criminal finally make his first mistake?! Mu Qing printed a receipt just to be sure. He had ripped the piece of paper from the machine when the screen before him cracked violently and then turned to black. Happening all too fast, he then noticed the tail of an arrow pointing straight out from the shattered screen glass, with a piece of paper folded up in a scroll, tied with a gold ribbon and attached to the arrow. Mu Qing plucked the arrow to unscroll the letter. It read:

“My esteemed acquaintance, Agent Mu. I hope this letter finds you well. You have read correctly that I did not drain your bank account. I know you are hunting me, and I see where you’re coming from. 
However, ask yourself, if the people you work for are worth staying loyal to, after I’ve exposed what I have of them. If you still are so desperate to hunt me thereafter, then at least meet me in person. 
meet me at Club Taicang. But come undercover so you don’t get thrown out. 
Best, 

-Xin 🌞” 

Mu Qing didn’t know whether to be more flabbergasted at his intact account, the near-miss with the arrow strike, or the fact that Xin Trinity wanted to meet him. SWAT was off for the week since no one had any money. Against his better judgement, Mu Qing went that night to Club Taicang, an underground LGBT rave club, undercover by the same name as his cat, Fu Yao. And he wore a brown wig with a high ponytail with bangs, and a blue robe over a black shirt and pants, since it was raining that night. 

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Club Taicang’s walls speckled with lasers and neon were pulsing with the bass of trance music, and the atmosphere smelled of alcohol, smoke and a little bit of unbridled, latex covered debauchery. 

Definitely not Mu Qing’s normal idea of a good time, though he did go to underground raves from time to time. This place was more of a nightclub with the appeal of mysteria. Lean, sinewy figures slowly gyrated up and down the poles lining the walls high above the dance floor, some in cages, some out in the open. Some were women dancing for other women, some were scantily clad men. Why would Xin Trinity agree to meet here? Could it be that he was an ally? 

Mu Qing made his way through the crowd, most of them minding their own business and too worried about their company they were with, to pay him any mind. The crowd went wild when the familiar synth sounds of “Blade” began to play and they all started jumping at once, the impact making it seem as if an earthquake were occurring. 

He kept pushing through, looking for any sign of this supposed enigmatic criminal. Mu Qing only knew Xin Trinity from the neck on down since he always covered his face and head. He suddenly felt something warm on his shoulder and when he turned to look, a woman wearing next to nothing and leaving no part of her for the imagination appeared next to Mu Qing. The electric tape on her breasts and the thong she made of the same material barely covered only the lips of her pussy from being exposed. He wanted to vomit on the spot from this sight. 

Her face was beautiful and she had long red hair but Mu Qing was disgusted by her approach and lack of decency. She told him 

“hey hottie, you wanna dick me down in the bathroom?” 

Mu Qing covered himself with his hand in defense and vehemently told her “hey!! No!!”

Just then, another warm hand encircled his left wrist and he thought this was yet another woman wanting to dance or do worse. But when he turned, he was astounded by whom he saw. 

“T-Taizi Dianxia??” 

That familiar face with those gentle eyebrows didn’t smile back at him, expresión remained neutral as he told Mu Qing “hey you need to come with me now.” 

Mu Qing fussed “wait, Dianxia!! You have a lot of explaining to do starting with Nan Feng!” He yelled at the top of his lungs trying to be heard over the pulsing rave music. 

Xie Lian took him into a secluded portion of the club, towards the back and he led him into a private room where there was a velvet couch lined with blankets. There was a tall, lean muscled man with his back to them, seeming to be in standing meditation. Meditation music was playing in here, a stark contrast from the rave outside. The door to the room was shut, and the tall man calmly turned to face them. 

He was striking. That was the best and only word that Mu Qing could formulate as his eyes bulged and his jaw sank open. He was extremely beautiful, with lightly tanned wheat skin, glowing on its own, an exquisitely sculpted physique covered from the neck down in skintight black leather, and his golden brown hair with natural streaks of copper was pulled into a neat bun tied with a golden ribbon, with a few loose strands making face framing bangs, around his shimmering amber eyes. He was so, so stupidly hot it left Mu Qing mute. 

He was also carrying his bow on his back and a quiver full of arrows at his hip. And then he introduced himself, with a soft, slightly deep tone of voice. He was more soft spoken than he presented himself to the world, with a sweet undertone suffixing his words. And more than anything, the more Mu Qing noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed when he transfixed Mu Qing up and down with scrutiny, he began to recognize him. 

“Good evening Agent Mu. I’m glad you decided to come. Let me start by introducing myself. I’m sure you know who I may be. My name is…”

”FENG XIN?!?!”

Feng Xin took a step back and his eyebrows softened as he lightly covered his mouth. Mu Qing approached him to get a closer look, and then to touch his arm. Hard, well formed and warm beneath that shiny black leather that wrapped his body like a glove. 

“YOU’RE XIN TRINITY? You’re not very smart for including your fucking name in your alias. But what the actual fuck, Feng Xin?! I’m supposed to arrest you!”

”Then why haven’t you?” 

“Well, cause, because…” 

“Because you can’t. You’re fully capable of zapping me with the taser you snuck in your pocket but you won’t. You know you could never harm me. Even if you were ordered to. All is fair in revolution.” 

“you two. We need to go. I’m sensing White No Face’s energy just outside the building.” Xie Lian nudged them. 

“Agent Mu?!” A voice was heard coming from a wire that Mu Qing wore. 

Feng Xin ripped out his wire and destroyed it. “It was static energy from that thing!” 

Xie Lian waved his hand and out came a white ribbon that wrapped around all three of them loosely, and the other end of the string formed a vertical ellipse. The elipse began to glow, and Mu Qing felt Xie Lian’s hand on the small of his and Feng Xin’s backs as he pushed them into it.

Cold air whipped around them, and darkness soon cocooned them, and accidentally, Mu Qing wrapped his arm around Feng Xin’s waist for stability so he wouldn’t fall back, but the other man didn’t push him off. Instead, Feng Xin threw his arm over Mu Qing’s shoulder as the darkness and cold air subsided, replaced by a balmy warmth, and a gradually rising light that soon befell all around. 

Mu Qing rubbed his eyes to really see and take in the belief of all he was seeing. A mythical landscape made of shimmering gold dunes, but balmy, gentle winds instead of a harsh desert, and up ahead in the distance, rows of pillars, and six pink quartz pyramids the height of the Empire State Building surrounding a lotus shaped arena in the center. Even the sun here was a gentle star made up of rose gold.

He then looked again to Feng Xin and noticed that his leather outfit was replaced by a long black robe etched with delicate gold embroidery, made of luxurious, diaphanous silk, an equally thin white and gold under robe, and a crimson velvet half jacket with gold lapels, secured to his built but slender body by a tanned leather skirt belt, as armor. On his left arm he wore a bronze spaulder, and on both of his wrists he wore golden vambraces. He looked ethereal, like a higher form of himself, the true evolution of whom he should’ve always been. 

Xie Lian, still in his white robes, found it amusing when he caught Mu Qing blushing and staring at Feng Xin dumbfoundedly. Mu Qing only knew that his Fu Yao disguise had dissolved when they had crossed the Ruoye portal into whatever world this was, when he noticed his black hair was in his face. He himself was now wearing expensive blue silk robes, brown silk trousers and black boots with the heels made of silver. 

“when did we all change our clothes?” Mu Qing asked both of them, glancing away from Feng Xin’s when he noticed that the sunlight shone right through his black robes, silhouetting his legs, giving proof that he wore no pants under his robe. Who did this beautiful man think he was walking around like that?!

Feng Xin smiled gently as he took Xie Lian’s and Mu Qing’s hand to form a circle of them three, in the center of the lotus flower, and spoke. 

“Mu Qing. As you can see, Taizi Dianxia has brought you through a portal to the Davenport of Zion. Now you can choose to remain here if your heart still resides in the violent world that is Xianle. Or if you choose to come with us, understand that you can never go back to Xianle, but you will be in a sort of paradise that is now our home. Not everyone can come here. And to be a part of Zion; our home, does come great responsibility, to protect our home and all souls whose essence seeks it. And lastly, I think you know, I’m nowhere near the criminal you think I am. Or else you wouldn’t be holding my hand.” 

Mu Qing blushed. 
“Sh…shut up Feng Xin. I mean. You’re right. I cannot put myself to ever harm you. Or Taizi Dianxia. Though you still haven’t told me about Nan Feng.” 

Xie Lian lightheartedly giggled, “you will know eventually. Nan Feng is very much alive.” 

“WAIT, NAN FENG IS IN ZION?!” 

“Yes!” Xie Lian and Feng Xin answered at the same time. And while Feng Xin was breathtakingly gorgeous, Mu Qing’s heart longed for and was owned by Nan Feng. Definitely, he was going to Zion, ready to leave the world behind. 

“LET’s FUCKING GO THEN! I MISS NAN FENG!!” 

He squeezed Feng Xin’s hand a little too hard which made him wince slightly, but soon, the center of the lotus swallowed all three of them whole, and the force of the gravitational pull made Mu Qing momentarily pass out. 

When Mu Qing woke up; he felt like he’d been hit by a car or two, and took in his surroundings. His head pulsed with a migraine and his throat felt sore. He looked down to his body, seeing that he was in a dark crimson robe, and had black cords coming into various sections of his body, including two of these cords attaching to his head. He began to panic a little bit until he saw Xie Lian enter the cold room he was in, accompanied by a very tall, thin man in a red coat and cascading black hair. He wore an eye patch and Mu Qing thought he kind of looked like a pirate. 

“Wow you look like absolute shit,” the man in red spoke. 
“San Lang, don’t be so hard on Mu Qing. He just got here,” Xie Lian said, approaching Mu Qing, and yanking off one of those cords from his head. Mu Qing felt a slight snapping sensation but it wasn’t painful. 

“What the fuck Dianxia?”

”Abyss Plugs. Everyone from Xianle has them! Don’t feel self conscious. They only appear when you enter a Matrix room.” 

“A what now?” 

“It’s to go into Xianle, should we ever need to, to being more people like you here,” San Lang interjected. 

Xie Lian, always the nicer one, said “this is my husband, Hua Cheng, officially. But I call him San Lang. We’ll take you to get cleaned up so you can go to dinner with Feng Xin.” 

“what about Nan Feng?” 

“Oh you’ll meet him very soon!” 

Mu Qing was led out of this room, and into a cleaned up, polished cavern, which had a curtain for privacy. Confused as to where the water came from, he stripped down and stepped forward, hoping to see faucet handles somewhere, but instead, a warm stream of water spouted gently from the cavern wall, and soaked Mu Qing from head to toe. He hadnt noticed, but at the floor next to his feet, there was a glass bottle of soap, which smelled of gardenia flower.

He rinsed his hair and body with it, and then once he was done, he noticed a towel and the blue robes he wore earlier hanging on the rack of the privacy curtain. He dried himself off as best he could and changed into clean robes, following the bath cavern back out to a hall made of chiseled limestone, and a red glazed tile floor, where Feng Xin was standing outside with a gentle smile on his face when he felt Mu Qing’s presence.

He wasn’t wearing all his armor nor his red half jacket this time, only his silky black robe. He grabbed Mu Qing’s hand and motioned it to press into the small of his back. While he panicked, Mu Qing still let his hand be guided until Feng Xin had his fingertips pressing a hard spot in the small of his back and then traveled up a few vertebrae. Fuck, he was so soft and warm and it was doing things to Mu Qing. He was as red as a tomato by the time he had barely registered what Feng Xin said. 

“Don’t feel self conscious, I have Abyss plugs too! You hungry? I kind of am!” 

Mu Qing was led down a winding path of the same white limestone, whose path formed a long cave illuminated by pink and turquoise light, decorated with plants he’d never before seen. The delicious scent of savory food hit him, and the way his stomach squealed let him know he was hungrier than he thought. They entered what looked like a large dining room full of rows of interconnected tables, where many people, all dressed in a similar fashion in robes of many colors, looked serene, and genuinely happy.

Everyone was eating, drinking talking and singing. There was even a live performance of a string quartet playing palatable music of a calming frequency. Mu Qing was in awe of this place. Zion really did look like paradise. 
“These are the Zion Mess Decks! They serve breakfast, lunch and dinner, and always have tea and snacks!” Feng Xin smiled, guiding Mu Qing to the galley line to get food. He handed him a white tray, and several smaller plates. The food served was a buffet of chicken, broccoli, rice, steamed buns, prawns, moon cakes, strawberry soufflé, brioche, fruit teas, and fruit salads for dessert. 

They grabbed their food, and sat down. Mu Qing bit into a chicken drumstick, and though there was nothing seemingly special about it, it was the best chicken he’d ever have, seasoned and grilled to perfection! Feng Xin noticed how much Mu Qing was enjoyed it so he offered his untouched chicken to him. 

“You can have mine if you want it!” He said with that soft smile of his.

Feng Xin looked so much prettier when he smiled rather than wearing that scowl he used to wear in his youth. His features both sharpened and softened up. Mu Qing noticed he had a green matcha boba drink before him and asked him where he got it. 

“When you’re done eating let’s go get some!” He said enthusiastically. He wasn’t the standoffish security guard he knew then; Feng Xin was a warm hearted, optimistic and bubbly young man, with a sweetly calm demeanor. 

A man in a white and turquoise robe came by and patted him on the back. 

“Oh my , Nan Yang made a friend!!” 
“Ho Ho!” Said another tall man with long hair as straight as reeds, pulled halfway back. 

“Shi Qingxuan, Pei Ming,” Feng Xin greeted them politely. 

Mu Qing followed him to a side booth and while he nervously combed his hair out of his face and had to lightly scratch himself because his continuous blushing was making him overheat. Jusy then, Feng Xin came back and handed him an ube flavored boba drink, so sweetly! Mu Qing thanked him and they walked out of the mess decks and outside to a garden, still protected by an even larger cavernous space, with all sorts of iridescent blooms of glowing petals he’d never seen. 

The caverns all around. Zion was an underground civilization, it dawned on Mu Qing, who walked besides a tranquil Feng Xin, who touched every flower he walked by. Golden butterflies of light landed on Feng Xin’s fingertip, the light of it illuminating his eyes a scintillating honey color. Mu Qing was wondering when he’d wake up, for this all to be a dream. He was so kind, and nothing like the criminal he was in Xianle. But still, Mu Qing had to ask. 

“Feng Xin. Why are you so nice to me if you knew I was after you?” 

Feng Xin turned to face him and he placed one hand on his hip, gracefully. 

“Mu Qing. It’s a shame you don’t recognize your former lieutenant from Xianle SWAT.” 

It took Mu Qing several slow repetitions of that phrase in his head as he stared at Feng Xin blankly. Feng Xin then undid his bun and tied his caramel colored hair into a ponytail, letting those bangs frame his face. Then, he waved his hand and turned it black for a split second and then it went back to brown. Mu Qing nearly spat out his drink in poor Feng Xin’s face, but managed to swallow down the boba pearls. 

“No fucking…..¿¿¿¡NAN FENG?!!!!” 

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Mu Qing stood in silence with his mouth agape, staring back at Feng Xin, whom was raising a single brow at him, expression unreadable. But with his lips parted slightly, he remembered the way Nan Feng….he, looked like, that early morning in the desert, as the delicate earth writhing under him, neck stained with Mu Qing’s cherry red teeth marks. 

It all made sense, why Feng Xin was so at ease whenever Mu Qing touched him, why he never did him harm as Xin Trinity, and why he casually had Mu Qing touch him even more. He didn’t mind him at all. Mu Qing took one step forward, led by his heart, toward Feng Xin, and in one move, he wrapped an arm around his waist and he pulled Feng Xin up against him. Feng Xin gasped with the sudden motion, almost tripping on his own two feet, but falling forth into Mu Qing’s chest. 

Though he was just slightly more muscular than Mu Qing, Mu Qing was still barely taller, and though deceptively thin, his shoulders were broader. Feng Xin robes were just more form fitting, where Mu Qing’s were loose and drapey. 

“Mu Qing, what are you…”

”This time, I am never letting you go, Feng Xin. Maybe you made a mistake bringing me here, but you have known how I felt about you all this time….”

”Mu Qing….I…”

Mu Qing’s beautiful, pale and angular face was painted with a soft blush and shadows contoured his delicate features from the illumination of the light butterflies flitting by. 
His long lashes swept down to his cheekbones as his clear obsidian gaze was directed down at Feng Xin, with a mix of longing and sorrow in his gaze. Gods he was so pretty, with his cascading black hair and half up ponytail, and his face framing bangs, his elongated eyes, his thin, light lips. Feng Xin didn’t mind this position. Mu Qing was more beautiful than any woman he’d seen, and he too, remembered that time in the desert. 

Sometimes he touched himself thinking of how it would’ve felt like to have Mu Qing pumping deep inside of him. Or if Mu Qing ever allowed it, how it would be to have those long, thin milky thighs around him as Feng Xin filled him. He wouldn’t have minded either. Whatever Mu Qing wanted, he’d have. 

Mu Qing made the first move and he captured Feng Xin’s lips in a very proper, but deliberate kiss. He backed away immediately before he’d be overcome with the urge to hike up his robes and take him here. Instead he hugged him tightly, and it felt so good, so safe, to be in each other’s arms again. In a beautiful world where safety, love and serenity thrived. He intook the scent of vanilla amber from Feng Xin’s hair as he leaned his head on his chest and just held Mu Qing a little longer. 

“General Nan Yang. I see you have Xuan Zhen literally in your hands. Come with me really quick!”

The two men looked to the woman who appeared beside them, a petite lady with light blue hair and periwinkle eyes. Mu Qing thought she looked familiar as well. 

Feng Xin and Mu Qing followed her from the cavern gardens, up some stairs leading to a spire joined to other spires by suspended bridges of glittering jasmine and thick vines. This place looked like something out of a utopian fairytale. They reached her spire, and entered her domain, a large room with a bed to the side, hidden behind a tapestry, a small kitchen, and walls and floor adorned with potted plants and hanging vine. She had the men seated on floor cushions and she sat in front of them. 

“Well, good evening to you both and Xuan Zhen, I’m glad that General Nan Yang has been a very good sponsor to you! My name is Ling Wen by the way,” the woman winked. 

“Xuan who? Are you talking to me?” Mu Qing asked her. 

“Who else? :) that is your official title as the newest Heavenly General of Zion. You’re still Mu Qing, but when the time arises that we have to take a stand against Zion, you will be commanding the southern armies right besides General Nan Yang, Feng Xin.” 

“Why the enigmatic truth?” Mu Qing asked Ling Wen. 

“Because it’s in your Akashic DNA to be a truth chaser. With the intricate way you chased General Nan Yang when he was acting as Xin Trinity, all the way into Zion, you should be head of the CIA,” Ling Wen said. 

“So is Ling Wen your actual name or is it Nangong Jie? I recognized you, ya know.” Mu Qing replied with light sarcasm which made Feng Xin twitch a bit with shock. 

“Quick witted as always, Xuan Zhen! This evening, get some rest. Tomorrow, Nan Yang will commence your basic training program and take you back to Xianle. You’ll see his different time and space is for us Zion officials when we go back! Your room will be next to Nan Yang’s, in the Archer’s Alcove, east of the Ming Yi Gardens. You both can take your leave!”

Feng Xin got up first to leave and told Mu Qing that the alcove could be shortcutted to by taking the left suspension bridge and then following it into the wall hole cave and then going through here until he saw gold flowers. “I’ll be doing tai chi in my room if you wanna join me!” 

Mu Qing stayed and turned back to Ling Wen. “So is that why you were the “newbie” on our SWAT team? To lead me to Xin Trinity? Kind of corny ya know?” 

Ling Wen giggled “corny but it worked! Cause you made it here.” 

Mu Qing rolled his eyes and laughed. 
“Why did Feng Xin pretend to be a criminal in our world when he’s a really good guy?” 

Ling Wen placed a hand on his shoulder. “Xuan Zhen, that is no longer your world. This one is. General Nan Yang…your Feng Xin, had altruistic motives for what he had to do when he posed as Xin Trinity. Yes he stole money from very bad people who presented themselves as good. But he used that money to help beautify Zion and to aid the poverty of Xianle. He has never kept any of the money he took, for himself. Our Nan Yang, is a beloved, gold hearted General here. But he suffered a lot too. That’s his story to tell you.”

A General who was always beautiful no matter what form or person he morphed himself into. 
Mu Qing thought. 

He followed the path that Feng Xin mentioned and at first, his legs shook as he walked over the suspended bridge, but then he made it to the wall hole cave. Here, in a small path in which he had to duck slightly, it was lit by turquoise light again. Finally, he stumbled into plenty of pots, short and as tall as he, filled with glittering blooms of gold lilies. This was a patio garden, and to either side were two dome-shaped huts made of adobe, with blankets of indigenous tapestry serving as doors. Mu Qing heard calming music coming from the left dome. He peered inside and sure enough, he saw Feng Xin in meditation, sitting cross legged, with his palms on his knees. 

“Feng Xin?” Mu Qing called out. The other one calmly diverted his attention to him and had him come in, and offered him tea. 

“You made it!” 

“So….will you tell me of…everything? You know, from the time you kind of disappeared…the whole Nan Feng thing…the whole…Xin Trinity act? I not trying to accuse you but…I just need the truth.” 

Feng Xin smiled calmly. 

“Sure! I figured you wanted to know. Well, here goes…..

We met when our moms were models still. The reason I ended up working for the Xie residence is very fucked up. I was a victim of human trafficking. Even though my mother begged Governor Xie to not take me in, she still ended up giving me up, at my insistence, so she wouldn’t be sold to The Nephilim. Her and my grandma were the only remaining members of the Feng family besides me. 

I don’t know what happened to my mother and I never saw her again. Governor Xie was a sick man. You remember when I defended you from Qi Rong? He had decided my punishment was to be reminded that he owned me. He said he didn’t kill me because I was “too beautiful.” So…he raped me. That’s why I ran away.”

“Governor Xie?! How could he do such a thing?!” Mu Qing interjected, out of anger for Feng Xin. 
“Fucked up, I know. But that’s just the surface.

I ended up in Yong’an where his jurisdiction was still out of reach. Went to go look for my mother and found nothing. So I joined the Yong’an police branch and worked my first case where girls in the both Xianle and Yong’an were being abducted off the streets. I did a sting operation at a nightclub where they were being forced into prostitution. That’s how I met my wife, a very beautiful girl named Jian Lan. 

I kind of fell in love with her during the sting and once we rescued her and the others, I married her. She kind of had me quit to get a lighter job, so I worked as a bailiff for Yong’an county. Things were really good for a while, until she started drinking. And then well, she’d get mad at me over sex. She wanted to do all these crazy things to me because she felt she had to. I must’ve said something to make her angry because she thought that in my mind, I was looking down on her for her bedroom proposition. It wasn’t the case at all. But all I wanted was her. No bells nor whistles, just her. 

She cursed me out and called me names that would make the devil blush. Then she stormed out the house. The very next day, I get a call that she died in a horrific car accident with a blood alcohol level four times above the legal limit. And she was…..three months pregnant. 

Naturally, it took a toll on me. I too began drinking and lost my job,” Feng Xin said, wiping a tear away. 

Mu Qing caressed his arm, and said he didn’t have to say more if he didn’t want to. But Mu Qing did remember that he had been at that scene now that he knew her name and the details. Jian Lan was left unrecognizable from her license. Feng Xin braved on through. 

“So then I hear later that the Yong’an judge, Lang Ying, Governor Xie, and other politicians were also involved in trafficking. My one last hope was to go back to Xianle and fight it all from the inside. But Governor Xie would’ve recognized me, so I took on the disguise as Nan Feng. And why you ask? Nan Feng is what I imagined what my unborn son would’ve looked like. Jian Lan’s black hair and my eyes. That’s why I joined SWAT. Then I found you again. And all the things that transpired. I just never knew that…well you…you and me…that you would catalyze my healing. Mu Qing, I’m so sorry I ran from you or you think I did..” Feng Xin said through falling tears. 

“You don’t need to justify yourself,” Mu Qing wrapped his arms around him. 

“and the whole reason I ended up in Zion. Remember the Ban Yue incident? When we rendezvoused with Dianxia, he immediately recognized me. That’s why I ran. I thought he’d drag me back to his father. But he didn’t. Xie Lian told me he knew his father raped me. And countless others.

So he also ran away, years before,  and he ended up in another dimension. Here. Then he told me to join him as well. He said that Zion was a place that had always existed; a utopia where the pure hearted, noble intended, and the innocent would all have their justice redeemed one day. I was torn because I wanted you to come. But I also figured if he could extricate me, then one day, I could extricate you too.” 

Mu Qing offered a soft laugh while he also shed a few tears. He was just so happy to be reunited with his love again. 

“You’re an idiot for your Xin Trinity stunt though.” 

Feng Xin playfully smacked him 

“You know why I even called myself that? For my deceased son I never met. For myself, the father, for what I envisioned my son to be as Nan Feng. And for the his spirit still trapped in Xianle. I still haven’t been able to find him. But through astral projection I was able to hack bank accounts of all those politicians just to be petty. And I hacked the IRS.” 

“And you managed to get me too.” 

“At last,” Feng Xin kissed Mu Qing’s hand. He leaned onto Mu Qing and began falling asleep. Mu Qing gently carried him to his bed, and covered him in his blankets. He debated staying the night, and was about to resign to leave. But when he did, Feng Xin grabbed his slender fingers. 
“Stay. I’ll make breakfast.” 

Mu Qing removed his boots and slipped into bed with Feng Xin, helping him undo the golden ribbon in his hair, that cascaded just past his shoulders. So beautiful. But still, he treated and touched him carefully like he was a sculpture made of glass. He gently spooned him, burying his face in his hair, ensuring Feng Xin was safe.

Now that they were reunited, though he could always fend for himself, with Mu Qing back in his life; Feng Xin would never walk alone again. <3 

Chapter Text

The scent of coffee awakened Mu Qing, as Feng Xin placed it next to the nightstand on his side of the bed. 

He was wearing a karate uniform, with a black belt with three stripes around his waist, and his hair up in its signature bun. He told Mu Qing that he’d learn martial arts that morning so to eat well. Feng Xin could cook! He prepared rice, quiche, delicate, flakey bacon spinach croissants, and fresh fruit in a beautiful display arranged at the breakfast bar. Mu Qing ended up with two plates of food for the morning and then they went to the training grounds, at the lotus arena just above Zion. 

“What level did you reach in your training?” Feng Xin asked him, removing his shoes so he was barefoot. 
“Same as you; third degree black belt,” Mu Qing replied. 

They bowed to each other and commenced with very simple practice moves. And then, Feng Xin began to fight a little more deliberately, his moves swifter and with more power, but with Mu Qing blocking each hit.

Suddenly, Feng Xin leapt up in the air, weightlessly twirling high above in the rays of sunlight, his body leaning back with his palms to the sky, practically kissing the sun. And then he descended in a violent dance with the ball of his foot going directly into Mu Qing’s face. However……..SMACK!!

He went flying back and landed flat on his back from Mu Qing parrying the strike, and then found himself pinned by the wrists underneath Mu Qing. He held him there and refused to move. Mu Qing watched the Feng Xin’s face turning crimson from being flustered by the position he was in. Mu Qing was reminded way too much of the time he had him like this as Nan Feng. And then Mu Qing felt something hard poking him in the belly from beneath. He looked down and then looked up at Feng Xin again who was biting his lip in embarrassment. With a burst of power from his legs, which Mu Qing had slotted himself in between again, Feng Xin wrapped around him and then he flipped Mu Qing on his back so that now Feng Xin straddled him. 

Now Mu Qing looked just as flustered as he, gasping in short bursts as Feng Xin leaned forward, his face an inch away from his, his warm breath felt down his neck. 

“Stay humble during martial arts,” he said, then lifting himself off Mu Qing and helping him up. Their next lesson would be skyscraper jumping in Xianle. Feng Xin’s touched his temple to call Xie Lian, to open a portal momentarily, so they wouldn’t have to connect via Abyss Plugs. He came and used Ruoye, his white ribbons, to form a portal for Mu Qing and Feng Xin to go through. 

Here, Xianle now appeared as a darker city, with a dark, sunless sky, and an eerie green hue which painted the entire city. Like it was permanently nighttime. Mu Qing realized they were on the roof of a skyscraper, hundreds of feet above ground, where the distance to the ground below made cars and people resemble ants. Feng Xin was in his Xin Trinity getup, perched on the building’s edge. He wore no face cover this time, only black sunglasses. Mu Qing found himself in a very similar outfit made of latex that zipped in the front, and that he also wore dark sunglasses. 
“Don’t take them off,” Feng Xin warned him, “today we’re gonna learn to jump!” 

And with that, Feng Xin leapt forth down from their terrifying heights, and dived all the way down, becoming smaller and smaller until he was about to touch the ground. Mu Qing looked over the edge, his thin legs shaking, hoping he didn’t die. He sure startled the hell out of Mu Qing when he appeared behind him, hovering in the air, and said “now you!”

Feng Xin practically dragged Mu Qing to the edge against his will and he managed to drag him off until he had him suspended in the air with him by the wrists. Mu Qing’s heart was in his belly as he looked down. Feng Xin let him go and Mu Qing cried blood murder as he plummeted down quickly. Maybe this was the part where he died and Feng Xin really did exact his revenge at last. But no, Mu Qing felt relief as he felt the adrenaline in his stomach making it do backflips, subside. 

Mu Qing was able to get his body upright and then he was able to control his body so that he could glide in the air. He flew just above some moving cars and then he flew back up to Feng Xin. Now that Mu Qing learned to fly, Feng Xin had engaged him in a game of skyscraper tag. They jumped building to building, one after the other; until they ended up a pile of a giggling mess, back to the building where they started. Xie Lian pulls them back to the Davenports of Zion and then disappeared again. 

Feng Xin was back in his thin black robe that loosely clung to his body. The sunlight hit him just right where Mu Qing caught glimpses of his bare, golden thighs beneath the translucent fabric, as he walked in front of him. He could see the form of his long legs, the sculpted silhouette of his body, well formed back muscles, and then down to his nice, firm ass, and….WTF?! Mu Qing looked away when he saw that well, he was wearing a tiny, lacy black thong for underwear that kind of showed in the sunlight. The garment was adorned with gold rosettes at the hips. Did he do this shit on purpose?? 

Mu Qing was grateful for the dim light as they entered Zion’s caverns again, hiding the blush in his cheeks. They took a short hike all the way to the Archer’s Alcove, where Mu Qing went into his dome hut quietly. Feng Xin said he’d be doing Tai Chi again later, but that if he wanted to rest and shower, to do so. Mu Qing did just that, taking a cold shower to make his erection go down. But nothing helped. Maybe a nap would, so that followed in his hut. 

The hut itself was elegant on the inside, with a white bed one could pull down from the wall, soft dim lighting from lanterns above, futuristic shelves built into the walls, and neon blue and metal appliances, a floating dinner table and portable flame cooking area. It was about the size of a large studio apartment, with a decent sized bathroom with a tub. Very similar to Feng Xin’s own. Mu Qing took a nap. And was awakened hours later by some groaning outside. It sounded like someone was getting beaten down! Or had fallen and couldn’t get up. He put on his boots and outer robe to go investigate. 

The sound was coming from Feng Xin’s little home, and naturally, Mu Qing was worried. As he shifted the curtain to enter, a blinding golden light flashed before Mu Qing, which dissipated seconds later, but left him momentarily blinded for the few seconds that followed. Feng Xin was standing before him, his face flushed as if he’d just finished working out. He knelt down into a yoga lunge and performed a lizard. Mu Qing looked confusingly down upon him, not removing his gaze. 
“What was that golden light?”

”its just a part of tai chi,” Feng Xin lied. Mu Qing caught it immediately. 
“Feng Xin I thought you were hurt. Get up.” 

He helped him up, and then he pulled him into a deep embrace. 
“I was taking a nap and heard you struggling. I was worried,”

”Why?” Feng Xin asked softly. 
“Well, because I love…” 

They both gasped. “Go on…” Feng Xin coaxed it out of him.” 
“For fucks sake! Look even if you aren’t Nan Feng, I’m still in love with you regardless! And maybe even more so. Now that you told me your story. The fact that you didn’t kill me. I don’t know. Maybe you love me too? I cant help that when I’m around you, all I want to do is protect you, if you’d so let me. Feng Xin…I can see it in your eyes…you feel it too.” 

Mu Qing grabbed Feng Xin by his lapels and carefully pushed him up against the wall. He didn’t fight him back like earlier. He twined his hand around Feng Xin’s neck and lifted his jaw up so his lips were touching Mu Qing’s, and he slipped his tongue inside. A tear fell down Feng Xin’s cheek as he gasped in shock. He lightly tapped Mu Qing’s chest, catching his breath, 

“Have you lost all self control?!?”

In all technicality, Mu Qing was still a virgin. He had mastered self control. 
“what would you know?” he whispered in his ear, “look if you somehow don’t feel the same, I can leave. It will hurt but I can walk away…”

”Mu Qing….”

”if you think I’m being too forthcoming, I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” 

“Mu Qing….”

”Feng Xin, I’ll be okay. I’m sorry….hold on…what in the fuck is that on your wall?!!” 

The shape of it was unmistakable, big and black, suctioned cupped to the wall next to his nightstand. The dildo even had veins and detailed balls!!! And….and….it was still coated in a wet, glossy slick from the tip to the base. 

Feng Xin stuttered a gasp and covered his mouth, heat searing through his palm as Mu Qing held him in place. Mu Qing blinked at him a few times, unaware of his own erection beginning to rise again. He pressed up against Feng Xin again, whom was biting his nails. Mu Qing delicately grabbed his wrist to remove his hand away. 
“is that what woke me from my nap? Is that why you blinded me with your light?” 

Feng Xin looked down. 
“Please answer me.” 
“Y….yes,” he whispered. 
“and…were you thinking of me??” 
A silent nod. 
“I see. I need you to go and show me what you were doing just earlier. If you wish for something other than a cold piece of plastic up your ass.” 

Mu Qing hiked up Feng Xin’s robes, more daringly than he’d ever been in his life, and snaked his slender fingertips up along warm, meaty thighs, smooth and tender-fleshed. Mu Qing felt for the lace fabric, where Feng Xin had sprouted his own, very big, rock hard erection, and forced a shudder from him when Mu Qing’s warm hand wrapped around it. He then felt into his lace thong, and then his delicate fingertips found his forbidden place, his entrance that was still fluttering and slick!! Feng Xin jumped as he felt Mu Qing’s fingertip slide inside of him, as his other hand held both of his wrists. The fingertip swirled around inside of his slicked, silky walls, so tight to navigate. If this was the feeling on his finger, Mu Qing was wondering how he’d even fit his cock in him. 

Feng Xin whimpered through bitten lips, as Mu Qing’s finger shoved itself deeper into him, finding that sweet spot which made him tremble and fight in his grasp. He felt a warm pressure building in his hips, as Mu Qing pumped it back and forth. Just before he could come, Mu Qing withdrew, and then he licked the finger he just had inside of Feng Xin. 

“Mmm, cherries. My favorite,” Mu Qing whispered with a gentle but still devilish smile, “prepare yourself for me on that plastic cock.” 

“What?! Mu Qing…mmmmmphh…” Feng Xin was silenced by Mu Qing kissing him again, stroking his cock through that sexy lace thong. “Do it now.”

He complied, and he hiked up his robes as he backed himself up against the wall that his black dildo was suctioned to, as Mu Qing watched while he sat on Feng Xin’s bed, pumping his own large, long pink cock, a beautiful sight to behold. His mouth was open slack, eyes hooded, as he watched Feng Xin spread his legs and arch his back as the black cock seeped up inch by inch up that tight, rosy hole, eyes shutting tightly as it stretched Feng Xin to his limits. His head tipped back as he began to bounce himself up and down the cock, swallowing it whole with his body with each thrust. 

He didn’t breathe for the first few thrusts but then he finally did as Mu Qing told him to touch himself, as he did the same. Mu Qing was moaning softly on the edge of the bed, the sound of sending tingling sensations through Feng Xin’s spine. Mu Qing got up and walked up to him, cock still in hand, and with his other hand, he pressed his palm on Feng Xin’s well toned, sculpted abdomen, he felt a bulge forming from the massive dildo up his ass. Feng Xin let out another gasping moan he seemed to choke on, when Mu Qing suddenly took him in his mouth. It was all too overwhelming; the tip of his toy abusing his own prostate, and the warm, wet tightness of Mu Qing’s throat wrapped around his cock. 

His cock felt delicious, him barely able to breathe as it assaulted the back of his throat, as Mu Qing deepthroated him. It was so large it made Mu Qing’s jaw ache, the cock almost as long as his own was, but about the same girth. It was searing hot, as the veins pulsed on his tongue, when suddenly, his mouth was flooded with a salty, caramel flavored, creamy fluid, and he swallowed every last drop. Mu Qing removed his mouth from a tired Feng Xin and then he forced him to taste his own cum through a deep kiss. Mu Qing held his bare hips in place and he told him to stay put, asking him where he kept his lube. 
“nightstand,” Feng Xin barely managed to speak. This was only the beginning. 

Mu Qing grabbed it and he lowered his pants to his knees, slicking his own cock with cherry scented and flavored lube. He told Feng Xin to leave his plastic cock inside, as he slowly, pushed the tip of his real one in. Feng Xin was a breathless mess, legs barely keeping him up, with his only support being Mu Qing holding him up as he spread him apart. They both hissed at the sensation of extreme pleasure taking over them. Mu Qing struggled a little bit against the friction of the other cock, but finally, he was fully sheathed inside Feng Xin. While still holding his legs open, he pressed his forehead to his and asked him if all of this was ok. Though a tear of overstimulation rolled down Feng Xin’s cheek, he ordered Mu Qing to move. 

Mu Qing withdrew all the way out and then he pushed all the way back into Feng Xin, with a force enough to make the other man tremble and arch back into Mu Qing’s arms with a loud, stuttering moan. Once those beautiful moans began ripping from his delicate throat, Mu Qing began to fuck into him faster and harder, making a mess out of Feng Xin, promising to break him from the inside out, and burn him to life from their passion. Mu Qing grazed his fangs in the tender, tan skin of his neck, and sank his teeth in to form dark plum markings, so all of Zion knew he was his. 

“Mmm…. I’ve wanted this for so long…and I waited for you….A-Xin. I would’ve waited millions of years for you…”” Mu Qing breathed poetry into his ear as Feng Xin responded with another broken moan. 
“Ahhhh, Mmmmnm…Mu Qing……” 

“Fuck A-Xin!!! Arghhh!!!” Mu Qing growled as he filled Feng Xin right then and there, up against the wall. Feng Xin tensed and arched his back as Mu Qing held him tight in his abrupt halt, painting his insides creamy white. It was all too much for Mu Qing, as this was his first time, and Feng Xin was so tight, pliant, liquid hot and slick. But he remained in Feng Xin and didn’t pull out, still staying rock hard after he came all up inside of him. 

Though Feng Xin was 6’2” with his lean muscular frame, same as Mu Qing but only slightly bulkier than him (at least he convinced himself), Mu Qing lifted him off the black dildo without pulling himself out. He made Feng Xin look like he weighed next to nothing, as he laid him down on the floor, still inside of him, and folded him in half. 

“Mu Qing, the bed is right….” 
“shut your mouth,” Mu Qing said, cupping his thin hand over Feng Xin’s mouth, for a new exhilarating sensation of control. 
“may I do this, A-Xin?” 

Feng Xin nodded, tears in his eyes, knowing and feeling that he needed to be absolutely ravished and taken over control. It would be….cathartic. Mu Qing pushed himself all the way in Feng Xin again, so deeply he saw the bulge of his own cock form in his stomach again with every thrust, and he began to fuck him at a furious, punishing pace. Feeling Feng Xin’s warm breath dampening his finger tips as he muffled a moan was surely going to make Mu Qing fill him up again. And he did fill him with another load, but continuing to fuck through the liquid pulsing out of his cock. Feng Xin whimpered, still muffled by Mu Qing’s hand over his mouth, feeling his own cock throbbing as this all felt too good, to be sexually broken like this. 

“you always wanted me to fuck you like this? To pound your tight little hole until you can’t walk the next day? To break you in half, your gorgeous legs shaking. To pump you full of so much of my cum that i impregnate you?” 

“Mmmphhmm,” Feng Xin moaned, eyes rolled back, in a delirious state of euphoria. 

“Would you give me five children, A-Xin? And let me take care of you and them?” 

Five was a lot but what Mu Qing wanted, he’d have. Mu Qing removed his hand from his lips so Feng Xin could breathe and answer him, 

“Y…yes Mu Qing. Please…get me pregnant. I’ve always…ahhhh….imagined kids….with you….ah…” Feng Xin moaned through his begging words. 

Mu Qing sealed that promise with his tongue down Feng Xin’s throat, his bun fallen apart, so that now those gorgeous caramel strands fell down to his shoulders. He offered Mu Qing his neck to mark and kiss once more, his thrusts inside Feng Xin’s incredibly tight heat soaked with his cum, becoming more erratic. 

“Gods you’re so fucking tight….so beautiful….the most beautiful….You’re the love of my life, Feng Xin,” Mu Qing whimpered, which caused Feng Xin to gasp and cry as his body convulsed violently, coming all over himself and Mu Qing’s belly. His head tipped back as he screamed with searing pleasure, eyes gone white and strands of saliva bridging across his open mouth. 

“Ahhh… I……Love you too, A-Qing…ahhh, ahh, arghhh fuck! Ah Mmm-Qing!! Come inside me!!!” Feng Xin gritted his teeth at the overstimulation which left his legs numb. 

The severe tightening around his own cock from the pulsing hole propelled Mu Qing’s own orgasm, his third one and final, that he thrust all the way back into Feng Xin, and held himself there. Feng Xin enveloped Mu Qing, wrapping his muscular thighs around Mu Qing’s thin waist, moaning loudly as he felt Mu Qing spill inside of him again. He arched up against him, with Mu Qing’s hands underneath the small of his back to hold him even closer, never letting him go. 

Mu Qing came down to lay on him, exhaustion just barely creeping into his bones. His cock was still pushed all the way back into Feng Xin, coating his insides with his boiling hot, pearly semen, which he made sure would stay inside of him. He was actually hoping he’d make him conceive now. 

Mu Qing kept himself buried in him minutes after they were done, and nearly fell asleep on him, until Feng Xin flipped them over on their sides, his thigh still resting on his hip. Mu Qing pulled him close into his arms, cradling him as they both fell asleep.

This was life in Zion, a place that seemed before, such a far dream away.