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It could have been worse.

The statement, despite being true, doesn't fill Guangyao with any sense of relief. If anything, it's annoying. Of cours eh didn't want to die, but to have even that taken away from him at the end, stripped of rank, title, any distinguishing mark of who he once was? He might as well have been dead.

No cinnabar mark dotted his brow. No scholar's hat on his head. No robes of gold and cream.

Instead it was replaced with...plainness, though one would struggle to describe Guangyao's face as plain even now. White robes, an unadorned home. The area was breathtakingly beautiful, of course, as the land of the Gusu Lan Sect usually are.

But there is nothing.

Oh there's birds and animals that wander by. There are servants who come to tidy the place, but none dare to speak to him. They're smart to refrain from doing so, Guangyao will reluctantly admit, but it's annoying all the same. He finds himself more and more looking anxiously and eagerly for Xichen's visits, needing something to break up the monotony.

So he paces, hands clasped behind his back, making sure his steps are measured and slow so as not to be mistaken for the agitation and impatience that it was. Her shoulder still ached from the scarred wound from Wangji's blade very nearly cleaving it from him; it had been close, sure, but Gusu's healers were famed for a reason. Just another tally on the list of things he owes Xichen for saving him from.

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"You won't," he promises it while fucking up into the tight grip of his lover, cock rubbing him as deep as Xichen can grind it, "you've got me."

For as long as they can make things work, he won't abandon him in this house all alone. Maybe it's a little too close to what happened to Xichen's mother for comfort but he's beyond caring at this point, the world has gone to hell and he has his own beautiful little demon to fuck whenever they want.

He thumbs under those fluttering lashes, cupping a cheek as he kisses him slowly, groaning with the way his cock twitches inside Jin Guangyao.

"You were made for me."

He's going to absolutely perish. Every thrust, every rub of Xichen's thick cock inside of him drives the thoughts from his head, one by one. He can't think of anything else but how full he is, how his body twitches and throbs in time with Xichen's.

His sense are filled with him. Mind, body, soul, he can't think of anything else. Guangyao eagerly kisses Xichen back, moaning softly in something like agreement as he shakily rocks his hips. He's too tired to really get a good rhythm, his own cock giving a tired, but valiant twitch. He can't get hard yet, but there's a pleasure ebbing and flowing through him like a wave he's riding. He can't tell if maybe he's come again or if he even stopped the first time, all of it swirling in his head like a fog.

The exhaustion seeps through skin and muscle all the way to the bone, making him whimper and rest his entire body weight against Xichen. "Yes," he murmurs in agreement. He was made for Xichen, made for this. While he might normally balk at such an idea, right now he can't even begin to remember why it used to bother him. "Only you. My body will remember only you, forever. You're ruining me for anyone else."

Not that there would ever be anyone else after everything anyhow, but still.

They wasted so much time, he thinks, and perhaps if he had been more straight-forward then a woman and he son wouldn't have had to die by such cruel methods. Jin Guangyao would have been too busy taking load after load of Xichen's come to bother with a wife, beautiful and desperate like he is right now as he kisses with an unhinged hunger repaid in kind, the curve of his ass squeezed as Xichen helps him bounce on his cock into over-stimulation.

He sinks his qi into him through everywhere they touch, tongue and cock and hands coaxing at Jin Guangyao's qi to dual cultivate as they make love (fuck, yes, but also). Xichen's is a cool blue, a leftover sparkle on his lover's skin that hints at nothing of the torrential waterfall constantly cycling around his meridians from a powerful golden core, and he moans as he sees him through more than eyes or skin, opening himself up to being known on a level more intimate than even the joining of their bodies.

"A-Yao ..."