Chapter Text
Day 1 -- Original Goods, Noncon
Original Luo Binghe/Original Shen Qingqiu
CW: A/B/O. Intersex genitalia. Noncon/super duper dubcon. Sex pollen. Mutually obsessed monsters. Post-PIDW. Psychopaths mating.
Luo Binghe stood facing a field of orange flowers. They were unremarkable, really, in a world of abyssal horrors and ethereal delights. Resting in the Demon Emperor’s hand was one end of an immortal binding cable. The other end was attached to the neck of Shen Qingqiu, one of the last two living members of the Cang Qiong Mountains. The leash was knotted neatly at the man’s throat with the remaining lengths tied around his torso. His hands were bound and lashed against his chest.
After a year as Luo Binghe’s captive they were familiar with each other, and with the game they played. It was a two-sided game, for all that Shen Qingqiu was at his mercy and suffered the pain and humility of Luo Binghe’s retribution. It had been months since Shizun had favored him with more than a sneer, longer since he had spoken a word.
Today, Shen Qingqiu had allowed himself to be collared and bound without complaint. It would take greater indignities, or a considerable amount of pain to wipe the sneer from his face. That would change soon, Luo Binghe knew, given what he had planned for his old master.
“Shizun, this beast found something special for you,” he said, cheerfully tugging Shizun along behind him. Every so often he managed to make Shen Qingqiu stumble.
“I envied Shizun for so long. Shizun was such an elegant Alpha,” Binghe mused. They wandered across the field as a gentle breeze shifted through the flowers and sent small puffs of pollen wafting into the air. A boot to the back sent Shen Qingqiu sprawling to the ground. With his hands bound he had no way to break his fall.
“Mind the pollen, Shizun,” Luo Binghe said, as Shen Qingqiu worked himself back up to his knees. “This filthy beast’s blood keeps him safe from the effects, of course, but these flowers have been known to drive Alphas into a rut.”
Shen Qingqiu, with his back to Luo Binghe, froze in place.
“How does it feel, Shizun, when the urge takes you?” Luo Binghe reached down to pluck a handful of flowers. “To be driven mindless by need.”
“Would you find a willing body?” He asked, as he crumbled the blooms over Shen Qingqiu. Yellow and orange specs settled to rest in his hair. “Did you seclude yourself? You would make quite a lovely picture, sitting in meditation with your knot hard and wanting.”
Shen Qingqiu began to tremble as he staggered to his feet. He took slow, uneasy steps in an attempt to get out of the field, but the Long Fire Dahlias were potent. Without the ability to circulate his qi, they would have his rut coming hard and fast. Shizun sank back down to one knee.
“I will enjoy watching Shizun give in to his urges. To become as beastly as this one is. If Shizun begs nicely, I will let you rut against the ground like a dog.”
Luo Binghe grabbed a loop of the immortal binding cables and pulled back, forcing Shen Qingqiu’s back to arch. His eyes had turned glassy, even as fury twisted his features, and he was already panting through his teeth.
Luo Binghe breathed in, eager to sample the musk, the acrid filthy smell that flooded the pores of a rutting Alpha. His breath caught, when instead there was nothing but the sweet, warm scent of an Omega in heat.
“Shizun,” Binghe said, in awe. “An Omega Peak Lord.”
He dragged Shen Qingqiu to his feet and wrapped his arms around the man’s chest. Luo Binghe pressed his nose into Shizun’s neck. The scent glands, hidden so carefully under the high layers of his robes, practically gushed in response. Shizun trembled under his hands, fully at his mercy, flooding Luo Binghe’s senses with cloying, desperate need. He mouthed the fabric. Shen Qingqiu jerked away, hissing. Luo Binghe laughed, thick and joyful, and let him fall to the ground once more.
“Shizun, you are delicious.”
“Beast. Mongrel,” Shen Qingqiu snarled, breaking his silence. “Touch me and I’ll geld you.”
Luo Binghe kneeled at Shen Qingqiu’s feet, crawling, sinuous and catlike towards his old master. He licked the pollen from his palm and let the flowers’ effect flood his blood. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes went wide and he kicked Luo Binghe in the face.
“Shizun, Shizun,” Luo Binghe purred. He let Shen Qingqiu kick him a few times; let him have the illusion of escape as he crawled away backwards. “Soon you’ll beg for my touch.”
Luo Binghe dug his hands into Shen Qingqiu’s slender thighs and spread them open. There were robes in the way, but they were nothing to rip away. Luo Binghe pressed his mouth into the damp spot of Shen Qingqiu’s trousers where the scent was strongest and sucked. Shizun seized up, muscles nearly in rictus as he arched off the ground against Luo Binghe’s mouth. That mouth teased and sucked and bit even as Shen Qingqiu beat his heels into Luo Binghe’s back, furious and needful underneath him.
“Demon spawn. I’m not one of your whores to rut against,” Shen Qingqiu snapped. “You are nothing but a beast with a beast’s hunger.”
Luo Binghe ripped away the final layer of cloth and the scent of slick was so thick in the air he could taste it. He dove down again and plunged his tongue into Shen Qingqiu’s cunt and felt it tighten in response. The man underneath him moaned even as he viciously crushed Luo Binghe’s head between his thighs. That was fine. He would make Shizun come long before breathing would become an issue.
He laved and sucked and fucked Shizun with his tongue, certain he could spend eternity feasting on the taste of his slick alone. Shen Qingqiu’s skin was on fire, the fever of an early heat burning through him and stoked by the scent of an Alpha eager to mount him.
“Give in,” Luo Binghe said as he pulled away, face smeared wet. He flipped Shen Qingqiu onto his stomach and ran a hand over his ass in appraisal. “You were made to be fucked. Has Shizun taken a demon’s cock before?”
“Fuck off,” Shen Qingqiu bit out. He arched his back anyway.
“Don’t fight or I'll take your arms and legs,” he said, finger dipping in to the second knuckle. “This lord will put you in his lap to use your cunt as I please. And you’ll mewl and slick yourself up for the honor.”
Luo Binghe, with the ease of a harem protagonist, pulled his cock free. He felt desperate despite the mockery in his words. Desperate in a way he hasn’t felt for years. Not for the hundreds of wives--Omegas and Betas and biting Alphas among them--he’d accumulated. None of them had Luo Binghe made him salivate, or made his incisors itch to descend.
Cock, heavy and thick, certainly more than anything Shizun would have taken before, had he deigned to spread his legs for another, rubbed against the clutching wet hole of the man he pressed down.
“Beg me, Shizun,” he said, dragging the head through the next gush of slick.
“I will kill you,” Shen Qingqiu bit out. He fought against the cables, rubbing his wrists bloody. He pushed back and grinded against the cock on offer. “And feed your bones to the dogs.”
Luo Binghe pushed the tip in. Shen Qingqiu bit off a curse and beat his head into the ground. He lowed, deep in his throat. From just that taste, Luo Binghe grew ravenous. He indulged the hunger and snapped his hips forward to spear Shizun on his cock. He hoped it hurt. He hoped Shizun wanted it to. He would give Shizun every cun. He wanted to break him down. To slice and break and split Shizun open and fuck his way inside, so no part of him was left unmarked by Luo Binghe. Forever changed, the same way he had dripped his poison into Luo Binghe’s very soul.
The sounds they made were filthy, grunting. The sound of flesh slapping, punctuated with growls and the most base curses. Luo Binghe used the immortal binding cables as leverage, dragged Shizun up and fucked him up off the ground. Then he pressed Shen Qingqiu’s face into the dirt and draped himself on top, up on one foot to mount him properly. All while he mouthed at Shizun’s neck, drinking in his scent and the desperate noises Shizun couldn’t quite lock down.
He was close; they both had to be. And giving in to the intoxication that was Shizun, warm and pliable, at his mercy, was so easy. Luo Binghe sunk his teeth into that pristine alabaster neck and claimed him. Shen Qingqiu let out a reedy, thin moan and came around Luo Binghe’s cock, covering the front of his ruined robes with come.
Luo Binghe, who had never bitten another, had never for the moment entertained sealing a claim with a bite, who had only ever grazed and teased his women with his teeth, locked his jaw and pistoned into his Shizun with the basest of needs. It sent him over the edge, painting Shen Qingqiu’s cunt with his seed. Through clenched teeth, he made a deep inhuman noise as his knot inflated and pressed in. Shizun echoed him with a throaty moan, and came again on his knot.
He licked the blood off the bite as it welled up. With a fist in his hair, Binghe pulled Shizun’s head back and kissed into his mouth, wet and filthy as they lay locked together.
“Shizun, Shizun, Shizun,” he purred, biting Shen Qingqiu’s lips red. “Got you.”
Shen Qingqiu panted for a moment and then slammed his head backwards, breaking Luo Binghe’s nose. Binghe laughed and sucked on his neck again.
“Got you, Shizun.”