Chapter 2: A Bath with the Ghost King
Breath of Wrath (2/2)
A Bath with the Ghost King
Chapter Two
Part Two
Smut Warning
Again, the sex is a bit rough, but not at all unwilling.
Expect over-stimulation and a crying gege.
Read at your own discretion.
Xie Lian had agreed to a bath, and in an incense time, Hua Cheng had an unnamed attendant prepare a large black jade tub of steaming water. Xie Lian had already sat down and was getting acclimated to the scalding heat of the water around him when Hua Cheng attempted to step out to give Xie Lian his privacy.
Xie Lian reached out of the tub and grabbed the end of Hua Cheng's robe. "Why are you leaving, my San Lang?"
"Does gege wish for me to join him?" Hua Cheng turned with a smirk on his face.
Xie Lian looked down and retracted his hand to trace a smooth, fair finger over the water's surface. "En."
"Oh." Hua Cheng blinked, having not anticipated the straightforward answer. He'd clearly had more of an influence on Xie Lian than he'd previously thought. "Well, this one won't disappoint." And, without so much as turning away, Hua Cheng began to strip right then and there.
Xie Lian had found himself in one of those moods, and his eyes might have wandered if not for Hua Cheng locking eyes with him and effectively trapping him in his penetrating gaze. Before Xie Lian could let his eyes wander or make a remark similar to that of which his husband would make on such an occasion, Hua Cheng readily sat in the water beside him with an arm already aiming to snake around his waist.
"SAN LANG!" Xie Lian damn near shrieked when his husband placed him on his lap as he leisurely leaned back against the side of the tub...in the water...with no clothes...
"What is it, gege?" Hua Cheng asked with a spurious innocent twinkle in his eye.
Xie Lian only ducked closer to the surface of the water so Hua Cheng would hopefully attribute his glowing blush to the heat and steam surrounding them. "Nothing..."
Satisfied, Hua Cheng held Xie Lian's beautifully pink-tinted back, flushed from the heat of their bath, closer up to his chest.
Xie Lian managed to survive this torment through their usual small talk that consisted of any random thought either of them had. Though, to Hua Cheng, it was crystal clear that something else was at the forefront of his beloved's mind. So, after about half an incense time of back-and-forth banter, he asked.
"Is something troubling my gege?"
Xie Lian hummed at the question as if to play it casual while leaning his head back against his lover's dripping chest. "Nothing, my love. It's just..." Xie Lian pursed his lips as his face surely reddened, unsure of how to voice his thoughts and whether or not he actually could.
How would Hua Cheng do it?
Well, for starters, it wouldn't have taken him this long. After their first time, Hua Cheng could completely wreck Xie Lian's ass just about every night. He didn't even do much coaxing; Xie Lian seldom denies a heart-felt request from his lover.
But it's not like it doesn't go both ways. The last time Xie Lian had built up the courage to ask, Hua Cheng heartily delivered.
And the time before...
As well as the time before that...
Or maybe Hua Cheng was just horny all the time... That was also plausible.
"Gege?" Hua Cheng frowned at his lover's silence. "This one apologizes for asking again, but if gege is willing to tell his San Lang, he will listen."
Xie Lian grabbed his lover's hand and intertwined their fingers, reserving him an assured smile and shy glance over his shoulder. "You worry too much about nothing."
"San Lang apologizes." Hua Cheng grinned unapologetically behind his husband's back. Xie Lian glanced back at his beloved once more before gibbering something that would be vague to most ears, but Hua Cheng was able to decode his susurrus. And, of course, like the sly fox he is, he pretended he couldn't hear. "This one must be getting old. What was that, gege?"
"...Earlier...was that it?" Xie Lian muttered once more with a bashful blush burning on his face.
Hua Cheng grabbed Xie Lian by the hips and turned the latter to face him while on his lap. "Is gege saying that he was only acting this way because he desired his husband?"
Xie Lian nodded. "San Lang did not finish earlier." Yeah, that was it...
Hua Cheng laughed out loud, and Xie Lian's face flushed red again as he resisted the urge to whine his lover's name. "Gege dragged me into the bath with him for this? I must say, I didn't expect you to want to do it in water." Xie Lian sucked in a breath. He had half a mind to shut his husband up with his lips, but he also didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a kiss. Decisions, decisions...
Xie Lian's brooding was interrupted by Hua Cheng tilting his head up so he would meet his eye. "But, in all seriousness, gege," Hua Cheng began sincerely. "This one is glad you said something. After all, gege is very generous to his San Lang. He only wants to return the favor."
This time, there was no internal debate. Xie Lian connected lips with his lover after that sweet and slightly insinuative comment. But what started as an innocent silencing of his husband swiftly turned into a fervor of tongue and gasping (entirely on Xie Lian's part).
Hua Cheng had already been warm just from sitting in a brew of searing waters, but now, he also pumped blood through his body. Typically, if Hua Cheng had been warm already, except for his breathing, it would be difficult to tell when exactly he began regulating blood through his body. But Xie Lian happened to be sitting on top of him, so he noticed—*it* was far from flaccid.
However, Xie Lian didn't stay on Hua Cheng's lap for long. Hua Cheng swapped their positions and pressed his body against his husband's. It was difficult to tell whether the shiver that ran down Xie Lian's spine was a tremor from the comparatively cool tub wall or a frisson from his hot lover.
Either way, he didn't think about it too much before he smashed their faces together again.
Hua Cheng lifted Xie Lian's legs and pressed them on either side of the other flexible male. Having done this before, Xie Lian held his legs in place while one of his lover's hands glided down through the water toward his entrance. Hua Cheng's fingers pressed past his ring and slowly worked their way in to stretch Xie Lian out.
Unfortunately, in his position, Xie Lian's hands were too occupied to cover his face, and, at such proximity, there wasn't anywhere he could look where he wouldn't see his husband's smirk, so he could only close his eyes. But, of course, Hua Cheng wouldn't stand for Xie Lian to not be thoroughly embarrassed at the moment, so while still fingering his lover, he reached with his other hand to jerk him off, leaning forward even more so to kiss under his ear.
Hua Cheng let out a low chuckle, allowing his hot breath to tickle Xie Lian's skin. "Is this what my gege wanted, hmm?" There it is, Hua Chengs's dirty talk. Xie Lian wasn't allowed to be intimate with his lover in peace; Hua Cheng always had to comment on how loud Xie Lian was or the face he was making. And the questions, oh the questions... "Does he like this?"
"S—San Lang!" He meant to scold his husband, but he stuttered, and Hua Cheng's fingers slid past his prostate too, so, despite his intentions, his voice came drawled-out and sounded more like he was intimately calling the other's name.
"Is gege ready?" Hua Cheng sat back, and Xie Lian peeled his eyes open to glimpse at him. Big mistake. Somehow, Xie Lian had forgotten just how attractive his husband managed to look at all times.
Hua Cheng's skin wasn't its usual pale, vampiric white but a lively flush of pink that was especially prominent on his face and shoulders. His long, wet hair clung to his exceptional figure and trickled small pellets of water on himself and Xie Lian. And with that assured smirk tugging at his lips, Xie Lian didn't know whether he wanted to close his eyes again to hide from that image of his husband or if he wanted to run his hands over that well-defined body.
Xie Lian was so distracted that he barely remembered to give a slight, nearly imperceptible nod to whatever question Hua Cheng had asked. But it didn't take long for him to remember. The giveaway was Hua Cheng lining himself up with Xie Lian's hole and gradually pressing himself inside.
It was an odd feeling. With Xie Lian's lower body submerged, water rushed in to fill the vacant space as Hua Cheng opened him up more. Xie Lian bit his lip at the sensation, but Hua Cheng, the gentleman, decided to take that over for him.
The unfamiliar water made him tense, but the heat relaxed his muscles, so Hua Cheng entered in no time. (Also, Xie Lian being super horny may have contributed some.) Hua Cheng continued to make out with his lover as he began to rock his hips, slowly, at first, before shifting to a faster pace.
Hua Cheng held Xie Lian's tongue in his mouth, his member in his hand, and his ass with his... The point is, he was already helplessly horny before, and now he couldn't last long. Hua Cheng probably knew this but continued to jerk, fuck, and suck him mercilessly until the other's orgasm came far too quickly. Xie Lian cried out into the other's mouth, allowing Hua Cheng to swallow all of his moans while his release flowed out and dissipated into the water.
Hua Cheng pulled himself out, and before the other even came down from his post-orgasmic high, he grabbed the Xie Lian by his waist, flipped him around, and entered again from behind.
Xie Lian came to at the feeling of being pierced and having his prostate rammed at the same pace as before. The problem was he had just climaxed and hadn't yet recovered. Hua Cheng loved to over-stimulate his husband, so Xie Lian had been expecting something like this.
Xie Lian could only lamely support himself on the cool wall of the black jade tub, praying that his arms don't slip from the only slippery purchase he has. The comparatively cold air nipped at his wet arms while his lower half was quivering and screaming at him. If not for Hua Cheng's steady grip on his abdomen, his knees would have collapsed before now.
Xie Lian whined and pressed his face against the slick tub to one: cool off his face, two: hide from the embarrassing amount of water sloshing out of the bath due to Hua Cheng's powerful thrusts, and three: somewhat stifle his pathetic mewling from the ravaging of his lower body while in such a sensitive state.
"San...Lang," Xie Lian puffed out when he felt that all-too-familiar knot of heat forming in his stomach. There was often very little Xie Lian had to say while his lover was seventeen centimeters deep in him, so Hua Cheng knew what he was trying to tell him.
Xie Lian abruptly let out a surprised gasp and a crying sob. Why? Because his cruel husband reached around and grabbed his member. Not to help him climax, no, but precisely because he didn't want him to finish.
Again, this wasn't uncommon. Of course, if Xie Lian didn't like it, he wouldn't say anything or, better yet, mention it to his husband and stop it altogether. But, as much torture as it was in the present, it always made his orgasm more gratifying. However, Hua Cheng had never over-stimulated him while he was in such a sensitive state before, so Xie Lian was a bit out of his element.
Hua Cheng boldly removed the hand supporting Xie Lian to sweep his dark, soggy hair to one shoulder. Meanwhile, Xie Lian's knees nearly buckled as the literal fucking waves (double meaning intended) made by Hua Cheng rocked his unstable figure. Hua Cheng's arm returned to keep Xie Lian from collapsing, smacking his chin on the side of the tub, and living through an accidental drowning, and he leaned forward to kiss and nip at his lover's cleared shoulder.
"Lian-er," a husky voice whispered Xie Lian's name. The only good thing about Hua Cheng's dirty talk was that he slowed down when he spoke. While Xie Lian could hardly hear him over his own moaning, Hua Cheng had to be equally loud, if not louder than himself. So long as Xie Lian endured the embarrassing words, he could have a much-needed break. "This one is surprised. You haven't asked me to let you cum yet."
No break was worth mentioning that hard rock in Xie Lian's gut. It had since turned into an aching sensation, but his husband's hand had denied his release this whole time. He'd only then realized he had been crying. Over-stimulated, pitiful, unable to release, and crying, Xie Lian could only try not to break the side of the tub with his desperate grip. He continued to let out choking sobs treading the line of even still being pleasurable at every one of Hua Cheng's strong thrusts against his prostate.
And to top it all off, he could feel his husband's sadistic smile against the bare skin of his back.
"San Lang...!" Xie Lian panted, "Let go, please..." He cried particularly loud as one of Hua Cheng's profoundly sharp canines dug into his skin.
"More."
That was all that Hua Cheng said before he went back to marking up Xie Lian's back. That curt reply was all he got from his attentive and adoring husband. Xie Lian swears he's a different person during sex.
Xie Lian usually wouldn't give in to any requests like this, even from Hua Cheng, but that aching in his stomach always drove him crazy to the point of begging without fail.
"San Lang, please, please, please...!" Xie Lian's near-hoarse voice could only choke out single-syllable words in sync with Hua Cheng's thrusts, each of those syllables coming out with an awful strain. "It hurts...! I—I need—"
If love was blind, then lust must be Helen Keller.
Xie Lian's god-awful-sounding words had thankfully been enough to push Hua Cheng over the edge. Finally removing his hand from the other's member to dig his fingers into his husband's waist, Hua Cheng bucked his hips again and buried himself deep inside Xie Lian. As soon as his member was out of Hua Cheng's grip, Xie Lian came too, harder than he could ever remember doing so. He could only be glad that his pathetic groan had been drowned out by Hua Cheng's own orgasmic cry.
Hua Cheng pulled himself out, and Xie Lian felt his body give out shortly after. His knees slid from under him to his sides, and the water's surface got significantly closer to his face. If not for the quite embarrassing quantity of water spilled from the bath, the water would have come up to Xie Lian's chin.
However, Xie Lian couldn't spare the energy to react; it wasn't killing him, so it must be fine.
Xie Lian folded his arms on the side of the tub and rested his head there. "Lian-er, you aren't done yet, are you?" a slightly scratchy voice called. It seems Xie Lian wasn't the only one who wore out his voice, but Hua Cheng's fingers near his hole told him he was the only one drained from earlier. Hua Cheng had started fingering the seed inside Xie Lian, but upon seeing no reaction, he grew concerned that Xie Lian might have passed out. "Gege?"
"Hmm?" Xie Lian finally answered, slightly surprised at how his voice came out. He was a bit exhausted, but he shouldn't sound like that! Maybe it was because of its constant use the whole time, or maybe, it was just the dread he felt at the thought of someone having to clean up their mess.
"Gege sounds tired, we should stop here." Hua Cheng finally stopped messing around at the sound of Xie Lian's voice. "And refresh the water to take a real bath. Gege might get sick," he added.
The water had long since grown cold. But Xie Lian was immortal and entirely resistant to all natural illnesses; Hua Cheng only felt guilty. In that case, maybe Xie Lian's voice had some perks.
Hua Cheng helped Xie Lian out of the bath, dried him off, and carried him out. Xie Lian would have walked, he preferred walking, actually, but he couldn't. Xie Lian was physically unable to walk at the moment. That fact was devastating and incredibly shameful for a martial god, but his legs quaked under his weight no matter how hard he tried to steady himself. Whether it could be attributed to the wet floor slick with water or his knees constantly buckling under him, Hua Cheng couldn't care less and refused to let him stand on his own.
Hua Cheng stepped out of the bathroom with a disheveled and drop-dead exhausted Xie Lian in his arms.
And all of this just so happened to take place during the few hours of the day that the ghostly cleaning crew came around. Every attendant that saw lit a candle for the god, and the poor ghost assigned with the task of refreshing the water in the tub and cleaning up dropped his broom at the sorry sight of a half-flooded room, a half-empty tub, and a forgotten E-ming blubbering on the floor.
Usually, when Hua Cheng holds Xie Lian, he'll have his arms wrapped around his neck and bury his face in his husband's chest at the first sighting of any sentient being. This time, though, he couldn't bring himself to care about anything but silently hurrying his husband to drop him on their bed. Everyone they passed on their way to their chambers was shell-shocked. Xie Lian with his arms down, and droopy eyes wasn't exactly a common sight.
To be frank, they thought Xie Lian had been fucked until he'd passed out.
When they finally arrived at their room, Hua Cheng gingerly laid Xie Lian down on his own side of the bed. He was still a bit wet, and Hua Cheng decided that he would rather his side be a bit damp than have the both of them relocate.
After observing Xie Lian for a short moment, Hua Cheng concluded that his husband was already asleep. He smiled at how cute his peaceful sleeping face was before his grin quickly turned foul, and his eye averted from the other's sleeping figure. Remembering why his lover was asleep so early, Hua Cheng cursed himself for getting carried away and vowed to be more careful with his lover in the future. But for now, he would let Xie Lian rest until the new bath was ready.
"What are you doing?" a subtly grumpy voice spoke up. Hua Cheng whipped his head around to see a very-not-asleep Xie Lian.
Hua Cheng, the man who quipped at civil gods until they spit blood, could only blink at the question. Xie Lian, however, wasn't waiting on an answer. Reaching over to grab his husband's arm, he pulled the man down next to him and held him in his tight embrace.
"I can't sleep without my San Lang." Xie Lian pressed their foreheads together. "Whatever you're thinking, stop thinking it. San Lang has done nothing wrong. I had fun."
With that clarifying statement, Xie Lian tucked Hua Cheng's head into his shoulder and slowed his own breathing, leaving the devastation-ranked ghost, Crimson Rain Sought Flower, Hua Cheng, speechless.
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SilentViridity "If love was blind, then lust must be Helen Keller." I typed that with my hands... See you in Hell, writing Xie Lian will be the closest I will ever get to divinity...
Anyways, second chapter, woo! I may be on the ace spectrum, but I don't need a sex drive to know how hot overstimulation is.
But, that aside, I really like writing these. If you like reading them, think about adding this to your library.
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