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"Your name is Shen Qiao. And you are a disciple of the Huanyue Sect. I am your master... and betrothed, Yan Wushi," he smirked at the dazed look on Shen Qiao's pale face. His real disciple, Yu Shengyan, sent him a startled look.
"Betrothed?" Shen Qiao whispered, then passed out again.
Yan Wushi kept his devilish grin and sat down next to the sick man on the bed, taking his wrist firmly in his. "His wounds will need special care."
"Yes," Yu Shengyan bowed, then glanced at Shen Qiao's unconscious features. "Master, why did you-"
"Get everything ready," Yan Wushi interrupted, staring at Shen Qiao's relatively unblemished, beautiful face. Another plan was quickly forming in his head. "I'm getting married."
"What! I mean, yes," Yu Shengyan bowed again and left to his bidding. He didn't know what his master had planned, but it was none of his business. How was getting married to the daoist going to get him to serve their sect?
On a sunny morning, Yan Wushi gave a half conscious, sickly man what he refused to give countless, desperate women in his life- his hand in marriage. When the officiator asked for Shen Qiao's consent, the man wavered.
"I..." his frail body trembled in Yan Wushi's strong hold.
"Darling," Yan Wushi's syrupy voice whispered in his ear. "We looked forward to our wedding for so long. If we're not married, then I can't take care of you the way you deserve."
"...can we wait?" Shen Qaoi whispered, his mind hurting and confused, so he clung tighter to the silky robes in front of him. He wished he could sit or stand on his own but with his weak body, he could only sit on Yan Wushi's lap. He wished he had a few minutes to think without pain interrupting his thoughts. He had a fiancé who wanted to marry him in case he died. It made sense, a husband had more rights than a fiancé or a friend, and it sounded both romantic and logical. But this was so fast, too quick. His instincts told him that something was wrong.
"Young man, I need a response," the officiator said impatiently.
Shen Qiao bit his lip and trusted in the man who had declared himself his only family, "Yes."
After his wedding, Shen Qiao's day to day life didn't change much. He mostly slept, trying to recuperate his health and his qi. He had flashes of images and thoughts that made little sense to his fractured mind. Yu Shengyan continued to visit him and provided medicine. He still referred to him as "shidi" and didn't treat Shen Qiao with any additional respect or deference. Shen Qiao barely saw his new husband and no one mentioned his new status as the sect leader's spouse or called him anything different. He'd even begun to wonder if he had imagined the whole thing.
Three months later, Yan Wushi finally acknowledged their marriage. Shen Qiao had just convinced himself that he imagined getting married to the arrogant, poised sect leader and began to relax. He had given Shen Qiao and Yu Shengyan a mission, and he turned to leave with the more senior disciple.
"Shen Qiao," he paused when he heard his name again, and Yu Shengyan kept walking away. "I've been very patient so far."
"Patient, Master?" He questioned. He heard the man stand up and saunter over to his standing form.
"Isn't it time to fulfill your marital duties?" Yan Wushi entered his personal space, and the heat of his body made Shen Qiao uncomfortable. He tried to move away, but Yan Wushi pulled him towards him with an arm around his waist. "I've been waiting for months." He pinched his waist with a hand. "You're still too skinny, but you're strong enough now."
"Strong enough for what?" Shen Qiao blinked in confusion when Yan Wushi chuckled into his neck. He put his hands on the man's chest to push him away.
Yan Wushi only pulled him closer. "Strong enough to consummate our marriage," he purred into his reddening ear.
"Sect Leader Yan!" Shen Qiao admonished while still trying to push the man away from him. He didn't care if the man was his master, the formal title felt more natural on his lips. What an inappropriate topic to discuss out in the open like this. "Stop teasing."
"Oh, I'm not teasing, I'm being very serious," he could hear the pout in the sect leader's voice, and Shen Qiao gritted his teeth. He was usually extremely good natured, but there was something about this man that infuriated him. "Tonight, I'm going to visit you, and I expect a warm welcome from my husband."
He laughed when he let Shen Qiao go, and the blind man tripped, falling on his backside. He would have caught himself, but the whole conversation left him disoriented and nervous. So, he had really married Yan Wushi. He tried to glare in the direction of the cackling laugh and stood up slowly before leaving.
That night, Yan Wushi knocked on the door to the room he had given Shen Qiao. He wasn't actually going to go through with having sex with his husband, but he was going to push it as far as he could. Maybe he'll even knock Shen Qiao out and make him think he'd given into the sect leader. What will Shen Qiao do when he realized that he had been polluted by the leader of a demonic sect and tricked into marriage with him? Yuan Wushi smirked before pushing the door open and walking in.
The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks and made him rethink his previous promise. Shen Qiao sat up in his bed, dressed in a plain white robe, and his long, black hair was undone and hanging around his unnaturally pale face. He looked like an unearthly virginal sacrifice to a particularly temperamental god. Yan Wushi licked his lips as he closed the door.
"Good, you're ready," he whispered as he neared the bed.
Shen Qiao shook his head, "Why would the leader of a well known sect want to marry a lowly disciple like me?" His sightless eyes stared straight away as he spoke.
Yan Wushi smirked and changed course to walk around the bed, Shen Qaoi's face following the sound of his voice. "It was arranged between myself and another master you had. You caught me eye, you're very beautiful, you know. And maybe you had a plan. To seduce the sect leader in exchange for favors." He began to undo his purple robes, the clacking belts and whispering cloths made the blind man flinch.
"No, that's not true. It makes no sense that we're married," he stated and shifted away from the source of the man's voice.
"And yet we are," Yan Wushi revealed, speaking honestly.
Shen Qiao swallowed with difficulty. "I cannot consent to this when I don't know you," he shifted farther away, but he'd reached the edge of the bed.
"You consented when it counted with the witnesses. All that's left is this." He set his knee on the bed and let Shen Qiao feel the bed dip.
"We've been married for three months, and we don't act like we're in love. So, please leave," Shen Qiao tried to be firm with the sly sect leader. He could feel his warmth coming closer.
"Who said anything about love?" Yan Wushi replied smoothly. He grabbed the other man by the arm and dragged him against his body. "I don't love you. This is about you giving me what you promised." He nuzzled the soft skin of his neck, inhaling his clean, masculine scent. "Your loyalty, your attention, your body- it's all mine," Yan Wushi captured his jaw in his hand and held his face steady as he devoured Shen Qiao's enticing lips.
Shen Qiao flailed and tried to push the other man away when Yan Wushi used his greater strength to force him onto his back. His hands landed on hard, bare skin, and he pulled them back in fright as if touching something dangerous. He had to spread his thighs when the sect leader settled himself between them and continued to kiss him hungrily. He whimpered when Yan Wushi rubbed their hips together, and he realized that the other man's erection was hard. And enormous. And the other man was completely naked. A strange heat was growing in his belly. Shen Qiao had never felt anything like it before. And his own erection began to harden involuntary.
"Why are you fighting this so much?" Yan Wushi muttered as he peppered his enchanting face with hungry, desperate kisses. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, hm?"
"Lust is... a weakness of the soul," he gasped when Yan Wushi sucked a bruise on his neck.
"Not when it's protected by a lawful marriage," Yan Wushi countered with a devious smirk against the man's neck. He lowered his white robes, revealing a deliciously soft and smooth path down the center Shen Qiao's chest. As he licked and sucked his way down the delightful trail, Yan Wushi changed his previous plan. He was going to bed his husband completely and would delight in seeing Shen Qiao's shocked expression when he realized what he'd done and with whom. After that, his husband would join his sect permanently, and he would have a beautiful bedmate.
His hand caressed a pale, shaking thigh when he parted his white robes. Maybe Shen Qiao had really been getting ready for him because he didn't have any pants on, so it easy for Yan Wushi's errant hand to slid upwards along delicate skin. He had to stop when a deceptively fragile hand clamped over his just before he reached his destination. He smirked when he tried to continue but couldn't. Interesting.
"Ah-Qiao, what are your misgivings about this?" He went back to kissing the man's chest and neck, letting his lips linger on his skin. Yan Wushi swore he could taste the sweet flavor of his innocence and conviction on his lips. Shen Qiao wavered and slackened his hold. It appeared that his husband liked being showered with kisses and loving touches. Yan Wushi rolled his eyes. Typical of a sheltered daoist.
Caging his head between his two forearms, Yan Wushi drove his tongue inside of Shen Qiao's wet, hot mouth and dueled with his tongue. He won that battle because of his opponent's lack of experience and skill, but he was surprised by his emerging enthusiasm. Yan Wushi grinned down at the half open, unseeing eyes and ground their hips together. A red stain marked both cheeks.
"Master..." Shen Qiao gasped and placed his unsteady hands on his arms, but Shen Qiao didn't know if he should try to escape again or pull the man closer.
Yan Wushi grabbed a hand, brought it to his lips for a lustful kiss, before bringing it between their bodies. "Touch me, Ah-Qiao," he guided the gentle hand over his chest, making sure to brush them against his hard nipples. Shen Qiao tried to twist them out of his grip with flushed cheeks and panting breaths, but Yan Wushi refused to let him go. "Touch your husband," he commanded sternly finally letting go.
Shen Qiao gulped before adding more force to his movements. The skin underneath his fingertips was warm and welcoming with intriguing scars. Sect Leader Yan had been involved in many fights. And his chest was so wide and hard with firm muscles. He pulled back when he felt another wave of lust and arousal overwhelm his overly sensitive body.
Yan Wushi fell on top of him again and tasted his neck with hungry kisses and licks. Shen Qiao groaned and arched his back into his touches, his hands bringing the larger man closer. Yan Wushi smirked then skunk his teeth into his neck, making the other cry out in surprised pain. After an apologetic nuzzle, he sucked hard on that patch of skin that was sure to bruise beautifully the next day.
With Yan Wushi's hot skin on the bare parts of his chest and his lips claiming his neck, Shen Qiao didn't know what to do with his trembling body. His mind warred with his physical desires. It was wrong to indulge his lustful nature with a man he barely knew. But... they were married, weren't they? This was the only family he had in the world, and Shen Qiao was tired of feeling so alone and lost everyday.
Decision made, he acknowledge the rising ache in his body but didn't know how to release it. He raised his knee to Yan Wushi's waist and pressed his thigh to his hard body. Yan Wushi immediately ran his hand over the curve of his knee and squeezed his upper thigh with a hot grip.
"You want me, too, Ah-Qiao?" The rough voice coupled with the nickname made Shen Qiao shiver.
The atmosphere in his room turned dark and even more heated when Yan Wushi eagerly nibbled and kissed his way down Shen Qiao's body. He undid the robes easily and parted them to reveal the younger man's nude form. Feeling the cool air touch his intimate parts and hearing the small intake of air from his soon-to-be-lover, Shen Qiao suddenly felt embarrassed. He attempted to hide himself with his hands, but Yan Wushi wouldn't let him.
In a daring maneuver, he knocked back Shen Qiao's hands and wrapped his powerful fist around his cock.
"Bad Ah-Qiao," he reprimanded after laying a few soft kisses on Shen Qiao's withering thighs. "Don't hide yourself from your husband. Be a good spouse," he commanded in the same rough, lust heavy voice.
"Master, ah!" Shen Qiao bit into his own knuckles to prevent the escape of more embarrassing noises.
Yan Wushi frowned and tightened his grip on Shen Qiao's erection, the evidence of his desire for the King of Evils. "I said don't hide yourself from me, Ah-Qiao. Call me what I am, your husband. Say it."
Shen Qiao shook his head, his black hair pooling underneath his head. His sightless, moist eyes blinked at the ceiling. "I... I can't," he cried out.
With his other hand, Yan Wushi retrieved a small bottle of oil he decided to bring with him just in case. He briefly left his Ah-Qiao and coated his fingers in the oil. He returned to his previous ministrations. "You have such a pretty cock with a rosy little tip," he muttered, wishing he was patient enough at the moment to taste his husband thoroughly.
"Sect leader Yan!" Shen Qiao arched his back, clawing at the sheets.
"You call me everything, but my rightful title," Yan Wushi complained. With little remorse, he thrust two oiled fingers into Shen Qiao's tight, virginal entrance and watched the man open his mouth in a soundless scream. "Give into me. Acknowledge that you're mine," he growled as he thrust his fingers deeper into him, scissoring them inside his warm tightness.
"Sec- It hurts," the younger man whimpered but spread his legs wider when the finger pressed deeper inside him. He moaned when Yan Wushi touched something inside him that made a wave of pleasure crash over his body.
"You're so tight, Ah-Qiao," Yan Wushi sounded so wrecked, he didn't care. His cock wept tearfully as slid another finger into his new home. "All this is mine. Nobody can see you like this, except me," he fisted his flagging erection again and thrust his three fingers in and out of Shen Qiao's loosening hole.
Shen Qiao couldn't respond, lost in the pleasure and pain and hunger and embarrassment. He briefly marveled at his new understanding of the phrase 'carnal delights,' when Yan Wushi left. He shivered, feeling cold. He propped himself on his elbows, trying to squint at the blurry figure crouched between his spread thighs.
"Mas-" He bit his lip and uttered something that tasted foreign on his mouth, "...husband?"
He was rewarded with Yan Wushi's body back on top of his, those muscular hips forcing his thighs to part wider. Shen Qiao accepted his presence, aching for his touch, and pulled Yan Wushi's head down for another kiss by the hair.
"You're so eager for me, Ah Qiao. Desperate for your husband's cock," Yan Wushi growled into his ear as his hands did something between their bodies.
Blushing, Shen Qiao still rolled his eyes at his husband's shamelessness. Then, they widened in pain and surprise when something hard and thick pressed into his entrance. He tried to move away from the strange intrusion, but Yan Wushi grabbed his chin and kissed him filthily again.
"Take it, Ah Qiao. Be good, be a good husband," he mumbled hoarsely as his hips pushed forward into Shen Qiao's tightness.
"T-too much," Shen Qiao groaned as he was filled and conquered.
"You can take it," Yan Wushi let his forehead fall onto Shen Qiao's. He stared into the other man's eyes as he gently rocked into him, again and again. Those beautiful, sightless orbs gazed in his direction with confusion, pain, and lust. Poor Ah-Qiao. For a second, Yan Wushi wished that their situation was different. That Shen Qiao had agreed wholeheartedly about their marriage, and even loved him a little. Yan Wushi banished those thoughts as he leaned down for another kiss. He refused to feel regret for anything.
He lifted his upper body to smirk down at his husband. "Ah-Qiao, I think you're ready."
Shen Qiao licked his swollen lips as Yan Wushi dragged his cock out his slick entrance. "Mm, for-"
Yan Wushi snapped his hips forward with incredible speed and force, causing the bed to shake slightly. Shen Qiao's mouth fell open, wanting to yell or say something, but Yan Wushi didn't give him a chance to even think. He began to steadily pound into Shen Qiao's no longer virginal body without care.
With every powerful thrust from his husband, Shen Qiao could feel his erection brush against that mysterious nub of pleasure. It was too much, he was feeling too much. He searched for something, anything to hold onto, but only encountered one of Yan Wushi's hands, which were tightly gripping his waist. Shen Qiao tried to grab his hand, then his wrist, and finally settled on his muscular forearm.
"Ah-Qiao," Yan Wushi groaned in his ruined voice.
Shen Qiao couldn't speak through the ocean of pleasure. He was drowning, breathless and out of control. In some ways, this was scarier than falling down the abyss had been. No, that wasn't true. He had Yan Wushi. He was married. He had someone on his side. He lowered his hand to entangle their fingers together at his waist.
"Husband," he managed to pant as the pleasure rose and rose.
"Yes, you're mine," his husband groaned into his ear as his hips began to loose their brutal rhythm.
A rough, heated hand around his cock brought him over the edge, and Shen Qiao fell down the abyss of sweet pleasure. His body seized and trembled as he came for the first time with since he was teenager and had discovered new things about his own body. He vaguely heard Yan Wushi curse loudly and pressed his face deeper into his neck. Shen Qiao desperately turned his and grabbed his husband by his hair to kiss him wetly on the lips.
"You learn fast, Ah-Qiao," he grinned against his red lips.
Shen Qiao rolled his eyes but whimpered lowly when Yan Wushi pulled out of him. His husband awarded his response with another harsh, lingering kiss. When he tried to move away, Shen Qiao surged up and dragged him back down.
"My Ah-Qiao, my Ah-Qiao," Yan Wushi muttered against his sweet lips, which were eagerly seeking his. He couldn't wait for his Ah-Qiao to take his place by his side as the spouse of a demonic sect leader. He smirked in between their heated kisses.
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"I'm not your husband," Shen Qiao confirmed without a waver in his voice the next day, after his "mission." Yan Wushi wasn't his master, he didn't belong in his sect, and he'd lied about their marriage. He heard the hired villagers groan as they left the area.
"That's where you're wrong, Ah-Qiao," he could hear Yan Wushi's smirk. "We're married, the ceremony wasn't false."
"It's true, Shen Qiao," Yu Shengyan said from somewhere near Yan Wushi. "It was all real."
"The ceremony might be real, but the intentions behind it were false," Shen Qiao didn't know why he felt a lightness in his chest. Almost like relief. Impossible, he told himself.
Yan Wushi walked closer. "You barely knew me then and married me. Last night, you gave yourself to me knowing the same thing that you know now," he purred against Shen Qiao's titled head. The blind man closed his useless eyes as he smelled the familiar, now addicting scent of his husband. "Your place is by my side, attending to your spousal duties."
"You're wrong," Shen Qiao wished he sounded stronger and could lift his voice above a whisper. "I'll walk my own path. Thank you, Sect Leader Yan," he took a step back and bowed.
It took all the strength in his body to walk away after accepting the bamboo stick Yan Wushi made for him. Yan Wushi's crackling laughter haunted his every step.
"Shizun, isn't Shen Qiao your husband? How could you let him leave like that?" Yu Shengyan asked his master after the blind man left.
Yan Wushi smirked at his disciple. "Shen Qiao will be back. He's alone and defenseless. He'll see that he's better off under the protection of his powerful, doting husband." His smile darkened, "and when he does, he'll be mine."