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A continuation of a Certain Moment from the novel (doesn't really require novel knowledge or contain spoilers, fine to read without knowing the novel), extra 1 translated by chichilations:

Zhou Zishu suddenly realized that his shoulder was apparently wet. He couldn’t resist bowing his head, but Wen Kexing waved his hand to extinguish the lights, choking up slightly. “Don’t look at me.”

Having never been one to comfort another, Zhou Zishu could only allow him to hold him tight.

Slowly, Wen Kexing’s hands began to wander on him. He was slightly uneasy, but the man didn’t have even a tiny bit of a joking overtone; all he did was constantly call his name, as if highly uncertain, bringing with it a slight terror and desperation. Zhou Zishu sighed on the inside, thinking, Screw it, he’s so pitiful. I’ll let him, just this once.

He used enormous self-restraint to relax. For the first time in his entire life, he was handing himself over to someone else without any defenses. Hair tangling, when their heads were rubbing together, the man only muttered to him with a bit of entreaty, “Ah-Xu, don’t ever leave me…”

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“Ah-Xu, don’t ever leave me…”

It was cold outside, but the inside of the room became exceptionally warm. Laying comfortably in the quiet darkness, squashed under weeping Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu felt as if something tugged at his heart. He slowly raised his arms, paused for two breaths, then gently put them on the man’s shoulders and squeezed reassuringly.

Wen Kexing’s breath halted before he quieted down, at last. Silence filled the space between them, tinted only with two breaths: one calm, the other muffled and shaky. A few more beats later, Wen Kexing propped himself up and hung his head just above Zhou Zishu’s, his glinting eyes the only spots visible in the heavy darkness, their faces so close that their noses brushed.

They both stopped moving for a while, lost in their own thoughts, and breathing the same air with no words needed.

Hesitating, Wen Kexing slowly dove down and placed his lips on Zhou Zishu’s, tasting them carefully as if it was the greatest delicacy, while muttering another “Ah-Xu”. They kissed softly, not like many times, as their encounters managed to turn into battles in every possible way.

Wen Kexing’s hands began to wander on Zhou Zishu’s body again. After such a long time spent together Zhou Zishu got used to sudden embraces or even occasional shameless groping. But this time something was different. He was excessively aware of everything, every touch inducing heat and sending small sparks under his skin. Trying to ground himself in any way, he clutched the robe on Wen Kexing’s shoulders and shifted his body a bit.

As if alarmed that Zhou Zishu was trying to escape, Wen Kexing’s hands clenched on the man’s body and he closed his teeth on the lower lip below. Zhou Zishu immediately forced himself to relax once again and opened his mouth to bite down on Wen Kexing’s upper lip in retribution. This roused a low, tinted with desperation, hum from Wen Kexing’s throat, followed by more bites.

What started as a gentle peck soon turned into another biting contest, not one of them willing to yield.

Suddenly, Wen Kexing grabbed Zhou Zishu’s jaw and held it in place. Zhou Zishu was about to give a disgruntled reprimand when he felt a wet tongue slip past his teeth and sweep around, turning the offended grunt into a surprised hum swallowed completely by another pair of mouth covering his own. Zhou Zishu almost hit him on impulse, but at the last moment he felt wetness on the eyelashes brushing his skin, and he put his hand down again, sighing inwardly.

Wen Kexing grew more and more fervent, his hands wandering up and down and messing up Zhou Zishu’s inner robe, as if trying to remember every curve of the body below him. His kisses got deeper, tongue licking every corner of Zhou Zishu’s mouth and wrapping itself over his tongue, pulling at it and sucking.

With lungs burning, flushed and barely able to catch his breath, Zhou Zishu finally couldn’t stand it any longer and shoved Wen Kexing back, shaking off the feeling of electricity coursing through his body.

“Are you a fucking dog?” he fumed between pants.

“If you want me to be,” replied Wen Kexing with a serious, slightly anguished voice.

Zhou Zishu’s mind stopped, not expecting the tone of the response. He blinked a few times, staring into the darkness, then closed his mouth and stayed silent, not finding any words.

After a few more breaths in silence, Wen Kexing reached for Zhou Zishu’s hand and pulled it to his mouth. He left a gentle kiss on the inner side of a thin wrist, in the place he bit down such a long time ago, in another life. Zhou Zishu’s attention drew back to him as he brushed his palm with a cheek before turning it around to intertwine their fingers, then gently set their joined hands down on the mattress. Pinning Zhou Zishu’s hand and slightly squeezing, he lowered down his head to peck his partner’s nose and forehead, then moved down and left a trail of kisses on his eyes, cheeks, neck. Having reached the chest, he paused for a moment, lost in thought. Slowly, almost with reverence, he put his mouth on each and every scar left by the seven nails, then moved his lips just above the quickened heart, lips curling against the strong beats.

His fingers straightened and slid from between Zhou Zishu’s as he released his hand, and he gently run his palm along the arm laying relaxed on the mattress, up to the still partly covered chest. Loose knots let go when he tugged at the wrinkled robe and pulled it to the sides, revealing skin radiating intense heat. His hands returned to the slender body to trace its lines, not sickly and overly skinny anymore after months of recuperation and healing. He tenderly touched all over the heaving chest, down to the abs, to the side of a slim waist, and up again; all the while reveling in how well-defined muscles twitched under his fingers.

His hands slowed down, then stopped on Zhou Zishu’s nipples, slightly squeezing as if testing the waters. Zhou Zishu jerked involuntarily, waking up from his daze and reaching for Wen Kexing’s wrists, but he only gripped them, and stilled.

Reading the action as a silent permission, Wen Kexing pinched one of the buds curiously, brushing the other with his thumb. He noticed a brief tremor of the body below, either from the touch or self-restraint. With hunger rising, he dove down to have a taste as well, but just before his mouth touched the hot skin, he was shoved and flipped to the bed, hitting the mattress with his back so harshly that his breath got knocked out.

Zhou Zishu, having panicked and acted on impulse, was now on top and straddling the dumbfounded Wen Kexing. They stared into each other’s eyes, nothing else visible in the darkness, their breaths quickened and barely controlled.

“I’m also a man, don’t you dare forget that” snapped Zhou Zishu with voice hoarser than he would have liked it. Throwing all hesitation out, he abruptly grabbed Wen Kexing’s robe and harshly pulled it apart, putting slightly too much force into it and tearing the cloth partly.

Without a pause, he lowered his head and licked Wen Kexing’s neck, imitating the other man’s action from their tossing outside. Just as his tongue returned to his mouth, he hesitated, having not really planned that long ahead. He quickly dove down again to cover his inexperience and started leaving a trail of pecks on the man’s jaw and neck. Yet, blaming it on being embarrassed and on edge, he himself got bitterly aware that his performance must have turned a bit awkward.

Wen Kexing swiftly came to his senses, opened his mouth, and laughed heartily while putting his arms around Zhou Zishu’s shoulders and squeezing.

Embarrassment rose in Zhou Zishu to an unbearable point, until it turned into indignation calling for revenge for being laughed at. Huffing in annoyance, he opened his mouth wide, and abruptly bit down on the bobbing neck under his teeth, at the same time moving his hand down to unceremoniously grab Wen Kexing’s crotch.

Laugher died as suddenly as it appeared and the body below him trembled before freezing.

Full of satisfaction, Zhou Zishu rose and flicked his hand to light a candle next to the bed, eager to see Wen Kexing’s embarrassed face. He opened his mouth to throw a smart remark, but instead froze after looking down and locking his eyes with dark gaze below.

Wen Kexing laid under him with his torso revealed and chest heaving, his head surrounded like a halo by smooth hair scattered all over the pillows in disarray. Mouth, pink and glistening from previous kissing, was slightly open, tongue shooting out to lick at his lips briefly. But it was the eyes that made Zhou Zishu hold his breath. Dark and with a dangerous glint, observing him like a predator from under the furrowed eyebrows, so intense that Zhou Zishu felt as if he was being devoured. Not able to tear his eyes away, he almost forgot to breathe, held hostage by the gaze as if time stopped.

The trance got harshly broken when the man below him suddenly sat up, reached up to grab his nape, then crashed their lips together in a deep, intense kiss. Zhou Zishu, instantly woken up, yelped surprised and shot his hands up to find any support for his weight which was suddenly pushed back. Instinctively holding onto Wen Kexing’s bare arms, he vaguely noted that the man’s robe slid down.

This was an intensity he had never experienced in his life before. He could barely keep up or focus on anything else other than Wen Kexing’s mouth and tongue, feeling immense heat radiating from the places the man touched. The hand on his neck, rubbing small circles behind his ear with a thumb, sent shivers all over his skin, while the one on his waist clutched and squeezed with barely restrained force as if its owner was trying to get a hold of himself.

Suddenly, Wen Kexing’s hand on Zhou Zishu’s waist moved down and rudely grabbed Zhou Zishu’s ass.

Zhou Zishu made an offended grunt which got completely swallowed by Wen Kexing’s wild mouth, and he jerked his body to the front, away from the filthy paw.

Only to get plastered to Wen Kexing’s body even more, their crotches touching through their pants which thankfully still covered their lower bodies. He suddenly got painfully aware of two hard bulbs now squeezed tightly between them.

A guttural sound escaped Wen Kexing’s throat, borderline on growling, and he pulled Zhou Zishu’s hips towards himself, not letting him escape one bit and putting more pressure on their fronts.

They kept kissing and rubbing at each other, until Zhou Zishu finally braced his arms on the other’s shoulders and broke the kiss. He instantly buried his face in the crook of Wen Kexing’s neck, partly to get his swollen lips away from the insatiable leech, partly to hide his unbearably hot face. Too embarrassed to look the leech in the eyes, he felt unfamiliarly weak and slightly agitated.

No shame or restraints left, Wen Kexing kept rudely kneading his ass with one paw, while the other gently caressed his back. A thought crossed Zhou Zishu’s hazy mind that the stark difference between two treatments amusingly fit Wen Kexing’s character.

Wen Kexing tugged at Zhou Zishu’s open robe to take it completely off, and Zhou Zishu let his arms be moved until the cloth slid completely off and got thrown to the side. Wen Kexing ran his hand across the naked back until it reached Zhou Zishu’s head, where he pulled aside the disheveled hair to look at the profile of his dazed partner, only making the man turn his head away even more. His eyes landed on a bright red ear presented on a platter right in front of his mouth, and he gently nibbled on it, rousing another barely restrained shiver from the man in his arms.

“Sometimes I wonder if you do it on purpose or you are just that obliviously cute, Ah-Xu.”

Low voice and hot air hit Zhou Zishu’s ear, evoking goosebumps which spread over his neck. Deciding to thicken his face and ignore his embarrassment, he scoffed and leaned back to look condemningly at the other man.

“This wife of mine really is just a dog in heat.”

The instant he showed his face, Wen Kexing glued his hungry gaze to Zhou Zishu’s flushed expression. A smile slowly spread across his slightly sweaty face, and he chuckled.

“This husband of mine hasn’t noticed that he’s the one who’s been moving his hips?”

Zhou Zishu froze, his mind clearing and pulling his focus back to his surroundings. The cold wind bellowing outside, slight snoring of sleeping Zhang Chengling in the distance, almost imperceptible crackle of the candle burning on a nightstand, making the shadows of their too-warm room sway lazily as if lulling them. He suddenly got very aware of their state and their positions, growing more and more unsettled, his face getting impossibly hotter as if his veins were threatening to burst.

“Enough,” he blurted out while turning his head away and attacking Wen Kexing’s ribs with an elbow. Having been a victim to the attack many times before, Wen Kexing swiftly blocked it and wrapped his arm around flailing Zhou Zishu to hold him still. They exchanged a few usual moves, however Zhou Zishu, sloppier and more distracted than usual, could not get away from the steel grip.

The world spun around suddenly, and Zhou Zishu found himself being thrown onto the bed and caged by Wen Kexing’s unyielding grip.

“Please don’t reject me, don’t leave, I beg you, not you, Ah-Xu, Ah-Xu…” Zhou Zishu stilled, hearing the rushed, anguished entreaty.

He laid for a moment in silence, catching his breath and calming down his heart, listening to soft Ah-Xus whispered against the skin on his shoulder. He slapped himself mentally for being a coward and almost breaking his resolution, and so decided to go with whatever Wen Kexing wanted. Just for that night.

He cleared his dry throat, breaking the silence.

“Move.”

Wen Kexing quieted down but made no move. “No.”

“Calm down, I’m not going to escape.”

After yet another period of silence Zhou Zishu sighed and placed his hands on the sides of Wen Kexing’s face, cradling it and gently pushing his head back. At first, Wen Kexing put a bit of resistance, plastering his head to the shoulder, but when Zhou Zishu made it clear that he was not going to give up, he let the man slowly push him back a few inches.

Zhou Zishu’s thumbs caressed the warm skin and softly wiped the wetness from red-rimmed eyes in front of him, and the gesture finally encouraged Wen Kexing to open his eyes, but his gaze still stubbornly travelled to the side, avoiding looking at Zhou Zishu. It took a few more moments of continuous coaxing for Wen Kexing to give in. He took a deep breath in, covered the hands cupping his face, then reluctantly glanced at the other man.

He was met with shining eyes which gazed at him softly, making his insides turn, overwhelmed by feelings he did not know how to handle. His hands subconsciously slid down to Zhou Zishu’s wrists, grabbing them in a strong, almost painful grip.

Zhou Zishu didn’t even wince and only kept staring, hoping that his placidity would calm the other man down.

The man in question abruptly pulled back and reached for something near the bed, then swiftly grabbed Zhou Zishu’s wrists and tied them together with a silky golden rope.

Zhou Zishu didn’t react and let him do whatever he wanted, but couldn’t help himself and asked flatly, “What is this for.”

Wen Kexing glanced at him with a glint in his eyes and lightness on his face which were none-existent just a moment before.

“Ah-Xu,” he sighed as if pained that he needed to do this. ”You’re such a wild force of nature, being swept and gone with the wind whenever one doesn’t expect it. I need to make sure you’re not going to fly away when I don’t look…”

“Are you talking about me or a kite,�� he deadpanned while testing the rope. He quickly noticed that either the rope was exceptionally strong, or it blocked his qi. He looked questioningly at the other man.

“Special kind of thread for a special kind of kite,” explained Wen Kexing with a dead-serious expression, unfitting the bullshit he was spewing.

Being in that position made Zhou Zishu feel somewhat humiliated and uneasy. He focused on the sloppy knot, considering how long it would take him to work it out, but decided to go with the play for now.

He huffed. “Pervert.”

One corner of Wen Kexing’s mouth lifted almost imperceptibly, and he cheerfully pulled the bound hands above Zhou Zishu’s head towards the bedpost. All the while Zhou Zishu ignored what was happening and looked at the ceiling with a distant expression, more resembling an immortal lost in their thoughts on a nightly walk than a disheveled half-naked man being tied to the bed.

Right after being done fiddling with the knot, without any prelude Wen Kexing gripped Zhou Zishu’s hips and lowered his head down to bite an exposed nipple. Zhou Zishu shuddered and jerked, snapping his eyes back to the man, and instinctively tagging at the rope but to no avail.

His eyes locked with Wen Kexing’s, who pulled back to lick his lips. Not breaking eye contact even for a moment, the man dove back down and slowly licked the fresh teeth marks he just left, then closed his mouth around the hardening bud and sucked on it with a lewd sound.

All thoughts flew out of Zhou Zishu’s mind and he could only gawk, held by the hypnotic gaze, not even restraining the trembling of his body and shivers induced by fondling hands.

Wen Kexing’s mouth didn’t stop there, licking and sucking everywhere like a starving man who finally acquired a meal. His bites kept getting fiercer, almost breaking the skin, until Zhou Zishu hissed, feeling a sting of pain on his shoulder and a faint smell of blood.

After that Wen Kexing finally drew back, licking his bloody mouth. Yet, his hands never stopped to explore different parts of Zhou Zishu’s body, while he stared intently at his partner, noticing every twitch of a muscle or change in expression, and committing it to memory.

Overwhelmed and uncomfortably hot, Zhou Zishu finally looked away and pulled his bent arms over his face to hide as much as he could. Not a moment passed before he felt a strong grip on his hips, and he was abruptly pulled down towards the foot of the bed, his arms straightening almost completely and preventing him from using them as a shield. One hand from his hip moved towards his head and gently pushed aside his disheveled hair which fell partly onto his face.

For a second time that night he became very aware of how exposed he was.

In an act of desperation, he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. This, however, revealed his flushed ear which Wen Kexing swiftly bit down on.

“Don’t hide from me, Ah-Xu,” he whispered in an unfamiliarly low, husky voice straight to his ear. Zhou Zishu felt a shiver run down his spine and spread over his pelvis, and his body involuntarily shifted a little, seeking any kind of contact.

As if reading his mind, Wen Kexing tugged at his pants just enough for the hot member to poke out. Zhou Zishu gasped against his arm and stilled in apprehension. However, Wen Kexing took his time sliding his pants slowly down until it came completely off, then run his hands down his waist to the outer sides of his thighs and up again. He began to explore new territories while resolutely avoiding the most strategic place, which was left abandoned, hot, and bothered.

After a while of slow, frustrating touching, almost vibrating Zhou Zishu finally grit his teeth and snapped, “Touch me, you fucker.”

Wen Kexing swiftly climbed up, grabbed Zhou Zishu’s jaw to turn his face towards himself, and connected their lips just quick enough to swallow the grunt that escaped Zhou Zishu as he obediently closed his hand on the hard member below.

Wen Kexing ran his hand up and down, marveling in the shape and size of the other man and testing different spots, slightly smiling against the lips uttering soft grunts and pants.

When Zhou Zishu’s breathing became too erratic, he left the tasty mouth which gulped for air, and lowered his head to suck on the still unmarked nipple. Biting down and pulling, he felt Zhou Zishu twitch all over, gasping loudly and arching his back.

Satisfied, Wen Kexing licked his lips and rose to look at Zhou Zishu. Soft light of the candle fell on the man lying below him, illuminating small beads of sweat covering his heated skin and emphasizing shapes of his sculptured body. Wen Kexing’s hungry eyes traced the perfect lines of his partner’s slim waist, flat stomach and strong torso, up the arms held above and tied to the bed with a glowing rope. He landed his eyes on the fiery red marks left by his mouth and teeth which covered all of the pristine skin, a testament of his ownership making possessiveness stir inside him.

Zhou Zishu lied with his eyes closed, wet swollen lips opened to take gulps of air. Head turned to the side and face partly nestled into one of his arms made his long neck, rising from a prominent clavicle, more visible and exposed, almost begging to be violated again.

Zhou Zishu opened his glassy eyes slightly and glanced at Wen Kexing from the corner of his eye, meeting his gaze. Wen Kexing swallowed audibly and felt the blood travel to his lower body, making him painfully and impossibly hotter.

He looked down at the hot member held in his hand, pulsing and leaking precum on his palm, and licked his lips again.

Zhou Zishu’s eyes widened, reading the other’s reaction, and he managed to squeeze a hurried “Wait, don’t-“ before the man disappeared from his vision. A moment later he felt something hot and wet being run over his manhood before closing down on it.

“Fuck!” he shouted and raised one of his legs to kick Wen Kexing’s back. The other man didn’t even flinch and only hummed, sending vibrations over the hot appendage in his mouth. Zhou Zishu stilled again, afraid to add any more movement, focusing on deterring his hips from thrusting up involuntarily.

“Really, stop, you don’t have to-“ he panted out erratically. Wen Kexing run his mouth up and down, sucking with alternating force while his tongue ran around like a snake’s. His hand moved down to play with Zhou Zishu’s balls, while the other held his hips in place and kept rubbing soothing circles on his pelvis with a thumb.

Zhou Zishu was already close before that, and he could barely control himself. Under his tightly shut eyes he was almost seeing stars, the intensity of the direct sensations of Wen Kexing’s hot mouth sending heat and electricity up to his very toes. He did not want to come so fast, whether as a matter of pride, or because of the image of Wen Kexing being smug and not shutting up about his ‘skillful treatment’.

“Lao Wen…” he begged as a last resort, voice cracking and close to a whine.

Wen Kexing choked and sucked too hard, then instantly pulled all the way back to look at Zhou Zishu. The sudden action, however, was the last straw for Zhou Zishu, and he instantly came with a muffled cry, almost shooting his load directly on Wen Kexing’s stunned face, the man covering the twitching cock just in time to avoid being stained.

Zhou Zishu’s tense body shook and froze with an arched back while Wen Kexing jerked him through his orgasm, until he fell back flatly onto the mattress, twitching all over and with small sounds he did not take note of still escaping his mouth. Wen Kexing wiped his hand and lips, and just stared at the heaving man below, burning the image in front of his eyes into memory.

It was only after a while that Zhou Zishu gradually came down from his high, having had probably the most intense orgasm in his life. He barely noted the shifting of the weight on the mattress caused by Wen Kexing reaching outside of the bed. Head empty of thoughts, he opened his eyes to look at the man pouring unidentified liquid onto his hand.

His mind was still trying to process all the sensations and the aftermath of the pleasure, and before he could catch up on the meaning of the lotion, he felt something wet touch his skin below his balls. His mind cleared instantly.

He anticipated it from the beginning and was not planning to make a big deal about it, but he still felt goosebumps all over his skin when the fingers circled his hole, coating it with the warmed lubricant. One of them started slowly pushing inside and the foreign sensation made Zhou Zishu feel uncomfortable and uneasy, so he quickly tried to focus on anything else.

Suddenly, he felt a touch of soft lips on his forehead, and he opened his eyes, wondering when he had closed them. He looked at Wen Kexing, who was staring at him with a blissful expression and a small smile.

“You’re knitting your eyebrows.”

He released the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in.

“Said the reason of my discomfort.”

Wen Kexing chuckled.

“Is this really only discomfort?”

A hand wrapped around his soft member just as Zhou Zishu opened his mouth to snap at Wen Kexing, successfully cutting off a curse. He looked angrily at Wen Kexing, but suddenly felt that the other man’s gaze was scorching him, and evoking a desperate need to escape. He abruptly raised and folded his leg, then flipped around to lay on his stomach and bury his face in the pillows.

Wen Kexing, who backed off to avoid being kicked, quickly fell back down and tightly embraced Zhou Zishu from behind.

“No, you can’t!” he whined into Zhou Zishu’s ear.

“Tch, I’m not escaping, just…” he struggled to find the words. “Just do what you have to and be done with it,” he mumbled into the pillow.

Wen Kexing hummed lowly and brushed Zhou Zishu’s long hair to the side, exposing completely flushed shoulders and nape. He looked hungrily at the perfect shoulder blades and slowly ran his fingers across them, savoring the shapes. Not able to restrain himself, he placed his hands flatly on them, pushing Zhou Zishu more into the mattress, then lowered his head and took a long lick from the spine up to the neck. He stopped there, opened his mouth, and sunk his teeth into the soft skin.

Zhou Zishu shivered and buried his head even more into the pillows, deciding that if he were to suffocate then so be it.

Wen Kexing showered his still unmarked shoulders and back with sucking kisses and bites. At the same time he grabbed Zhou Zishu’s hips and slowly raised them up, then shifted his legs to the sides to prop him up on his knees.

Zhou Zishu stiffened, feeling the hands travel down his exposed back to the long legs, then stop near his entrance and spread his cheeks. Hearing more of the lube being poured out, he froze and clenched in apprehension.

Suddenly pain erupted on his ass cheek together with a sound echoing throughout the room. He shouted surprised before peeling his face off the pillow and looking back incredulously at the other man.

They stared at each other in silence.

“Did you just slap me?” His tone could not be more in denial.

Wen Kexing kissed the redness blooming on the skin.

“You have to relax, Ah-Xu,” he smiled wryly.

Zhou Zishu’s eyes darkened.

“Let’s switch and we’ll see how relaxed- ngh” he cut off, mouth snapping shut and eyes widening, feeling a long finger shoved into his hole in one go.

It didn’t even hurt, mostly felt foreign and uncomfortable. However, he was more bothered by the dark eyes observing his every move, drilling into his soul as if there was no barrier and nothing to cover himself with. He quickly looked away but just before he managed to hide into the pillow again, his face was grabbed and turned back towards the approaching face. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating another heated exchange of saliva, but to his confusion nothing touched his face for a while, so he hesitatingly opened them up again.

What greeted him was a sight of Wen Kexing observing him intently in silence. Just as their eyes met, the man started to move his finger in and out.

Zhou Zishu formed his mouth to say “Let go”, but in the end only furrowed his brows and stayed silent, as his mind kept involuntarily snapping to the new sensation, while he kept resolutely focusing on ignoring it. He couldn’t resist looking down at the tent in Wen Kexing’s pants, and he swallowed the scarce amount of saliva still somehow present in his dry mouth, when the thought of what was to come crossed his mind. He shook his head inwardly. Screw it, I experienced far more uncomfortable things in my life, I can bear one more.

Distracted and lost in thought, he almost didn’t register another finger slowly pushing in and putting more pressure on his walls. He even started getting used to the feeling, adapting swiftly just as throughout his whole life. But just as he thought that the whole experience might actually turn out to be bearable, the fingers brushed over a particular spot inside. A lightning ran up his spine, down to his fingertips, and he snapped his eyes open while muttering “What”. Locking widening eyes with Wen Kexing, he observed as the man’s face lighted up with enthusiasm and his lips slowly spread in a smile.

“Found it,” whispered Wen Kexing, breathing air on Zhou Zishu’s bewildered face.

His fingers started pushing in and out more energetically, every time brushing at least slightly over the spot. Zhou Zishu tried to gather his thoughts and focus on controlling his shivering body, but he couldn’t restrain involuntary jolts and small groans escaping his pursed lips. He could handle torture, he could handle humiliation, but being this open and vulnerable, feeling foreign sensations– he didn’t know how to deal with it.

A hand suddenly wrapped itself over his semi-hard member just when he opened his mouth to take a larger breath in, and he moaned. He froze and glanced back, only now noticing that the hand which previously held his jaw in place was gone. The scorching gaze never left though, and Zhou Zishu quickly buried his face again in the pillow below. After a moment of hesitation he opened his mouth and bit down on the cloth to let at least a part of his frustration out.

He futilely tried to focus on anything else, but his mind was not able to stop taking notice of every kiss on his back, stroke on his hardening member, stretch of his insides, all of which sent waves of electricity and pleasure all over his heated body. He was painfully aware of his visible shivering and was certain that Wen Kexing could hear all of his muffled groans.

However, at some point, it all stopped mattering.

Just as another finger entered and brushed over the pleasant spot, something in him unraveled and he let a long breath out. His body relaxed, rigid back bending slightly, tense shoulders dropping, clenching hole opening up for the fingers which swiftly found their way deeper inside.

The fingers hesitated, and he heard an unsure voice behind him.

“Ah-Xu?”

He lazily turned his head to the side, his cheek touching the wet stain his mouth left on the pillow.

“Hmm?” he hummed, observing the gaping man from under the eyelashes of his half-lidded eyes, gaze travelling down to his neck as it moved when he swallowed. The fingers moved again, targeting the spot which made him twitch all over, and he let out a quiet moan into his arm.

The pleasurable hands suddenly left his member and hole, and he made a small, discontented grunt. As quickly as they disappeared, they emerged on his shoulders, pulling him up and flipping him gently but hastily onto the back.

He plopped onto the mattress without any strength or resistance, then slowly moved his blurry gaze to the attentive eyes above him. He stared.

“Untie me.”

Wen Kexing hesitated.

“Do it,” he demanded.

Hearing the commanding, steady voice, Wen Kexing reached for the bedpost and started untying the knot. At the same time, for the first time, Zhou Zishu curiously explored the body above him, eyes travelling over sculptured curves and observing strong muscles moving under the pale skin tinted with heat and warm light of the candle. A thought crossed his mind that this was his, and his alone, and he felt a swelling somewhere inside his heart.

Just as his hands got freed, he reached up and placed them on Wen Kexing’s chest, making the man’s breath hitch. They wandered around, exploring, until they slid to the back and he wrapped himself over the frozen man.

Being suddenly pulled close, Wen Kexing’s hard member rubbed against Zhou Zishu’s skin, and he let out a stifled grunt.

“Must be painful,” Zhou Zishu whispered against his neck, rousing another heavy breath from the man. He moved one of his arms between their bodies, and reached inside Wen Kexing’s pants, grabbing his member and pulling out. Wen Kexing tensed up even more as Zhou Zishu’s hand moved slowly up and down and squeezed slightly, becoming so still that he seemed to even hold his breath.

Zhou Zishu’s mind focused on the shape he held, automatically comparing them. He tried out a few spots which he knew that he liked himself, some of them inducing small, restrained shivers in the body above him, until the tense man started trembling from the effort.

As if the dam finally broke, Wen Kexing let out a loud moan straight into Zhou Zishu’s ear. Zhou Zishu jolted in surprise, losing his focus and stilling, suddenly not knowing what to do with his slightly sore hands, and getting absurdly embarrassed.

Wen Kexing breathed at his face before abruptly crushing their lips together in another passionate, biting kiss, not giving him any break to let his mind wander. Low, guttural sounds kept escaping his throat as he started rubbing against Zhou Zishu’s hand, which tightened its grip again.

Suddenly, he grabbed Zhou Zishu’s open legs, and pushed them up. Zhou Zishu yelped and released Wen Kexing in order to grab onto the sheets below to support his weight. Instantly, he felt the hard member fall down and rub against his still wet hole, and he braced himself mentally. All the while instinctively returning the fervent kisses which attacked his mouth without a pause.

However, the expected unbearable pushing didn’t come. Wen Kexing broke the kiss and leaned back, propping himself on his arms braced on each side of Zhou Zishu’s head, and they stared at each other for a moment, catching their breaths, with hearts hammering in their chests and both members pulsing painfully between their bodies.

Zhou Zishu blinked then gave a small nod.

Wen Kexing kept one hand on Zhou Zishu’s leg to keep him up, while the other went to his member to hold it against Zhou Zishu’s twitching hole. He paused for a beat, looking at his partner for any sight of hesitation, then slowly started pushing in.

“Breathe.”

A shaky, unconsciously held in breath escaped Zhou Zishu’s lungs, and he focused on relaxing his body. He released the sheets clutched almost painfully as if it was his lifeline, loosened up his tense shoulders and neck, softened his jaw to stop gritting his teeth. Yet, he still couldn’t as easily accommodate for the big object gradually stretching his insides to their limits, filling him up in a way he never experienced before. It suddenly brushed against the spot which was sending sparks earlier, and he trembled involuntarily.

“D-don’t clench,” panted a pained voice above him.

Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and scrutinized Wen Kexing, who was braced on his strained, slightly trembling arms, breathing heavily with tightly knit eyebrows and a sweaty face. He observed Zhou Zishu intently as he let his partner adjust to his size, pushing inside in an unbearably slow pace, and pausing from time to time.

Zhou Zishu was never a stranger to pain and this amount could barely be even called that. Rather than hurting he was more uncomfortable because of the foreign feeling of being filled up to the brim with a hot, pulsing object.

He sighed and reached up to Wen Kexing to cradle his face, then kissed his lips softly.

“Move, I’m not that fragile, idiot.”

As if something snapped inside of him, Wen Kexing instantly pulled almost all the way out before thrusting in in one smooth motion. Zhou Zishu cried out into his lips and held onto him tightly, scratching his back painfully in retribution.

Having barely managed to compose himself, Wen Kexing froze and released a shaky breath, buried all the way inside. His mouth moved to Zhou Zishu’s knit eyebrows, kissing them as if in apology, while his finger gently brushed off the tears that got squeezed out of Zhou Zishu’s tightly shut eyes. He then travelled down to peck his clenched jaw, and rubbed soothing circles on his cheek.

After he felt the body below him relax, he cautiously pulled a bit back, then thrust in again.

Zhou Zishu involuntarily clenched again, but quickly took in another calming breath and focused on relaxing. He knew that any sort of resistance would be painful or but a hindrance for both of them, yet he still felt as if he lost the ownership of his body, almost having to fight with its uncalled-for reactions. He felt partly frustrated at Wen Kexing’s behavior, as if he was made of glass, but partly thankful for the slow pace and obvious care.

He trembled again when another thrust brushed against his good spots and sent electricity up his spine. He felt unbearably hot and unbearably full, sweating all over and breathing heavily, mind in disarray and taking notice of every spark of pleasure, brush on the oversensitive skin, or little shift in the place they were connected at. He clutched at Wen Kexing for any sort of grounding, trying to stifle the sounds escaping his mouth on the man’s shoulder, before biting down hard on his clenched fist.

Suddenly, his wrist got grabbed and pinned down on the mattress, aligned with a harder thrust finished with slow grinding inside, almost like a sort of punishment.

“Let me hear you,” hoarse voice reached Zhou Zishu’s ear, guttural and so low that he almost felt the vibrations spread across his skin all around. His mouth opened without his permission, and he let out a long-held in, loud moan.

Silence fell on the room for a moment, as Zhou Zishu lied with his eyes closed and deciding to die, while feeling an intense gaze fixed on the side of his face. Finally, Wen Kexing leaned down and chomped on his cheek, at the same time reaching for Zhou Zishu’s arm still tangled around his shoulders. He intertwined their fingers and set their joined hands firmly on the mattress at both sides of Zhou Zishu’s head.

Without any prelude, he thrust in with full force, thus starting a more ruthless pace than before.

Zhou Zishu already could barely keep up, and the fast pace repeatedly sent his mind flying farther away from coherence. The discomfort from the beginning faded away at whichever point, as his insides adjusted to Wen Kexing, and his body reacted to new sensations with even more intensity. Each new thrust brought a steadily growing heat, each brush on the pleasant spots sent sparks crawling around his pelvis up his spine, each grind made him leak more precum.

Suddenly, one of his hand lost its lifeline which he held tightly onto, and something grabbed his hard, pulsing member. He shouted and clutched the arm which had travelled between their bodies. A protracted groan escaped his mouth as the hand started stroking him with a speed matching the thrusts.

“I don’t think I can last long with you like that,” panted Wen Kexing above him, picking up his pace even more and jerking Zhou Zishu accordingly.

“Then cum already, Wen bastard,” choked Zhou Zishu half-heartedly, voice breaking on the last word and making it sound more like a whine than an insult, especially aligned with his freed hand put fondly on his partner’s nape and pulling their faces closer together, making their foreheads touch.

Wen Kexing let out a low grunt as his member pulsed violently inside, repeatedly hitting a spot which sent electricity all throughout Zhou Zishu’s body. Zhou Zishu cried out just after Wen Kexing, their voices mingling and echoing throughout the lively room, until Wen Kexing leaned down and connected their mouths in a wet kiss again. He ground his hips while targeting the spot inside Zhou Zishu which he committed to memory, driving them through their orgasms, as Zhou Zishu’s cum shot on his stomach and hand.

Finally, as if all strength left him, Wen Kexing collapsed on the body below him, and both men embraced each other. As their breaths started to shift from heavy panting to quickened breaths, Wen Kexing lifted his head off Zhou Zishu’s shoulder, and turned to the side with a blissful smile. At the same time, Zhou Zishu opened his eyes and tilted his head, meeting the other’s eyes. Holding the gaze, Wen Kexing reached out for Zhou Zishu’s hand, then closed the distance between their mouths in a soft kiss. He retracted after a moment and moved his head higher to kiss the tears from Zhou Zishu’s glossy eyes.

Zhou Zishu raised his free hand and put it on his partner’s back, slowly caressing his heated skin and sighing deeply.

“Move,” he muttered after a few minutes, finally not able to ignore the discomfort of Wen Kexing’s member still buried inside him.

Wen Kexing didn’t respond at first. He released Zhou Zishu’s hand and ran his fingers from his wrist, up his arm, to the shoulder and then chest. Zhou Zishu felt a slight shiver run across his still sensitive skin, and he glared at the other man impatiently, only making Wen Kexing smile wider.

The man propped himself up on an elbow and started tracing Zhou Zishu’s neck with his lips, kissing and gently grazing the skin with his teeth. At the same time his hand travelled down across the wet stomach, then up the length of the soft member.

Zhou Zishu sucked his breath in, grabbing Wen Kexing’s unruly hand and pushing his head back.

“Are you not done yet?” he snapped.

Wen Kexing’s smile widened wickedly.

“The night is still young.”

#i realised i never posted this here as the finished product after i finished writing those few months ago #so yeah #have it in its final form #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk #faraway wanderers #notsfw #fanfics #yzzwriting #mine

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yzzizdump · 3 years

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Maybe it's late But I want to say That it's okay To have a bad day

#yzzwriting #poems #poetry #writeblr #rhyme poem #reminders #:')#writing #old

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fismoll7secinv · 2 years

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What if Nandor went for his ✨ glitter like in Twilight ✨ idea for a Halloween costume? What if Guillermo had to help him put it on? What if Guillermo got a freaking nosebleed because of his intense internal fight of 'I do not feel anything from it, I am fine' which he failed? What if Nandor could barely control himself because of the sweet smell of blood?

Haha, just kidding.

Unless? 😳

Ay lmao yeah I went and wrote that idea I had some time ago. Cw: blood, nosebleed, blood licking. Mutual pining at its finest. Guillermo in denial (and realising his feelings). My agenda of vampire’s eyes shining when they get Thirsty. My agenda of Guillermo’s blood smelling oh so sweet and tasty to Nandor. Also some twilight references but do not @ me for it, I don’t even know this series except memes and the 1st part. Crack turned hot. Is that a trope? Anyway

[AO3]

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“Guillermo. On Halloween this year I shall dress as the mainstream imagery of vampires known from Twilight!”

That was hours ago, and Guillermo already accepted that his master was set on the idea and wouldn’t give up on it this year. Thus, he spent a portion of his day on getting all the required elements for the costume, which turned out to be terrifyingly easy, as everything could be found on a special Twilight merch site with same-day delivery. He refused to think about who the customers were and what their motives for getting full clothes and characterization of Twilight characters could be.

It was already evening, and he was going around Nandor’s room during his routine cleaning when the doorbell rang. He put down the dust brush and went to the door, where a delivery man waited with a big box by his feet and a tablet with a pen already in his hands. Seeing how the person was not interested in any pleasantries, Guillermo signed the receipt and bid the silent man a polite farewell.

He assessed the box, bigger than he thought, then bent down to lift it, and went straight to Nandor’s room.

“Did you get me my Edward costume?”

Guillermo jumped up and halted mid-step, almost dropping the package in favour of grabbing a stake and pointing it to the attacker who came at him out of nowhere just after he crossed the threshold. He looked to his side at Nandor’s excited face looming over him, and he sighed.

“Master, don’t scare me like that,” or I could hurt you unintentionally, his mind finished.

Nandor didn’t pay attention to Guillermo’s words and quickly circled him, moving from his side to standing in front of him. He pointed at the package.

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

As soon as the confirmation came, Nandor turned around with a swish, and marched to the other side of the room with one arm behind his back and the other springing up in the air, crowned with a fist and a single index finger pointing up.

“Then may the preparations begin!” he exclaimed, as if it was not just one person behind him but a whole army to command.

Guillermo followed just behind him and put the box on the floor. Not wasting any time, he took a spring knife out of his pocket, opened it with a quick movement of his wrist, then swiftly cut the tape holding the cardboard walls together. The top part gave up and the flaps opened to reveal just a bundle of simple clothes – trousers, shirt, and the coat which Edward wore when he revealed himself as a vampire to Bella.

Slightly shaking his head, Guillermo started taking the clothes out and hanging them on a chair nearby.

“Firstly put these on,” he turned to Nandor, holding lower garments in his hands.

“Then the glitter?”

“Yes. Then the glitter.”

Nandor grabbed his own trousers, fumbling with their front in order to loosen them so they could slip down, while Guillermo was still standing right in front of him like a clothes rack. Guillermo’s hands twitched, as his eyes ran franticly about and tried not to look at his master’s fingers playing around his front and heralding a stripping show, until he hastily put the clothes on the coffin behind Nandor and span around, away from the scene in front of him.

“Well then, I will go back to cleaning for now!”

He backed off several steps into the other side of the room, where he left his dust brush earlier. He wiped his hand on his trousers, suddenly uncomfortably sweaty, then reached for the brush and started energetically waving it around the trinkets on one shelf, almost knocking a few off.

“So diligent,” Nandor’s voice commented among rustling of the clothes, then soon turned into a hum to a tune which was almost certainly a song from Twilight’s soundtrack.

It was not long before Guillermo gave up on dusting and focused on putting the scattered objects in their correct places.

“I am a genius,” Nandor interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, master,” he answered automatically.

“Humans will not even suspect that I am a real vampire. And if I feast on someone? They will praise me for my acting!” he exclaimed, finishing with a clearly proud “ha!”.

“That is… actually quite smart.”

A quiet growl came from the other side of the room.

“Why do you sound like it’s unusual.”

“You’re imagining it, master, I’m truly impressed.”

“Obviously you must be. You didn’t come up with this yourself.”

Guillermo shifted his attention to the wax which dropped on a holder from one candle, careful not to let it spill on the furniture and suffer more painful cleaning later. Suddenly, he felt air stir behind him in an unnatural way, as if something approached him quick and unnoticed. His hair stood on end.

“I don’t sleep,” Nandor’s voice murmured just behind his ear, lower and quieter than usual, blowing warm air on Guillermo’s skin. He froze.

“I am pale, only eat junk food, don’t like the sunlight… You know what I am.”

“Master, please,” tension left his body, and he sighed.

“Say it. Out loud, say it!”

Guillermo stared into the distance as if wanting to look straight at the camera for any kind of mental relief before going along with Nandor’s roleplay. There was no camera though, so his eyes fell on an empty wall.

“A vampire,” he squeezed out as if strangled.

“Nyihihi,” a goofy laugh resounded just behind him before the overbearing presence disappeared. Guillermo’s lips stretched slightly into a small smile. Maybe it wasn’t that bad.

“Now lubricate me with the glitter.”

Never mind, that was going to be a tough night.

Guillermo almost choked on air, quickly covering it with a cough, and remembering the body glitter gel he bought earlier that day and left at the opposite side of the room. He turned back to his master.

Nandor stood by the coffin, stripped naked to the waist and wearing only elegant navy-blue trousers. Guillermo’s eyes ran frantically about, switching between ogling the naked skin and looking literally anywhere else. After a moment, he finally cleared his throat, and slowly approached Nandor, glancing around the shelves in search for the bottles of the gel, and trying to calm the heat crawling on his face with the sheer power of will and distractions.

“Did you move the glitter, master?” he asked after checking that the bottle which was previously standing near the clothes hadn’t fallen down or got covered by the coat.

“I am holding it right now.”

Guillermo turned around and looked at Nandor’s hand, only now noticing that he was holding something.

“Oh, thank you, master.”

He took the offered bottle.

“You are very distracted today, Guillermo,” he heard Nandor’s voice but failed to determine if it sounded suspicious or worried.

“Oh, you know, all those preparations just tired me out,” he waived his hand dismissively, then started struggling to rip off the protection on the bottle.

“Are you worried that you don’t have a costume?”

“It’s okay, I will just pull something out from the loft, there is plenty of period clothes there.”

The unnecessary additional plastic protection on the cork proved to be tougher than he expected, so he pulled out his knife.

“Oh, I know! You could be my sun!”

The knife slipped on the side of the bottle and cut his finger. Guillermo hissed and pulled his hand back, accessing the injury and observing a red line quickly blooming on his skin. He put the wound in his mouth, so the blood didn’t stain anything.

“The whath?” he mumbled through his finger while looking up at his silent master.

Nandor was looming over him closer than before, eyes staring at his mouth. Maybe it was his imagination, but Guillermo couldn’t shake off the impression of his irises being slightly lighter than before.

“Master?” he pulled the finger out of his mouth, feeling a sense of anxiety growing somewhere inside.

Nandor finally blinked and looked back at him. He backed off and cleared his throat with a fist over his mouth.

“Uh, the sun. You know, vampires in Twilight shine in the daylight, but it’s dark outside, so I need a sun,” he paused for a moment. “Or a disco ball.”

“A disco ball?” Guillermo repeated in an incredulous tone, thinking he heard wrong.

Nandor gestured with his hand in the air, swaying it in an intangible way.

“I saw some pictures of Edward with a disco ball, so you could just go around with it.”

“Those were. Those were memes, master.”

“Memes?”

“Uh, just jokes.”

“What are you joking about?”

Guillermo shook his head, defeated.

“I think it’s fine, master, the costume is important, not the context. You can also use the light of the streetlamps as the sun.”

Nandor nodded with a hum.

“That is a good idea, Guillermo.”

He looked at Guillermo’s lowered arm.

“Is your hand okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a small cut, it already stopped bleeding.”

“Then get to work!”

Nandor straightened up, presenting his chest to Guillermo.

Guillermo moved his whole attention back to the bottle. This time it opened easily, and the glittery, silver liquid got poured on his uninjured hand. He reluctantly reached towards Nandor’s collarbone, and started spreading the gel around it, the feeling of a rough skin and hair sending a prickling sensation to his fingertips. His mouth felt uncomfortably dry, and the room seemed to become unusually warm, as more gel was poured and more skin covered, glistening in the flickering light of the candles right in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a wet streak drip from his nose down to his mouth and chin. His hand automatically shot up to cover the spilling liquid, briefly withdrawing to let him glance at it and see dark blood smeared on his palm.

He cursed internally, among fighting an immense internal embarrassment for getting a nosebleed in such a situation. One of his hands kept covering his nose to stop the blood from dripping down and leaving stains, while the other was covered in the body glitter which he was not looking forward to cleaning off his clothes. He decided to either excuse himself or ask his master to take a napkin out of his pocket for him, yet no sound came out of his mouth as he froze just after looking up at the vampire in front of him.

He was met with a set of piercing eyes staring down at him fixedly, drilling into his soul and glowing brightly despite no light shining at them directly. Nandor was silent and still, intense focus on his face and small twitches of his sniffing nostrils the only movement on it. Suddenly, Guillermo couldn’t brush off the feeling of being a pray standing right in front of a predator.

His hand covered in glitter twitched towards a small bottle of holy water in his pocket.

“…Master?”

The already small distance between them suddenly vanished when Nandor shifted towards Guillermo in a blink of an eye. Guillermo clutched the holy water but didn’t manage to take it out, as he was quickly constrained by an arm which weaved itself around his middle and plastered his limb to the side, then roughly pushed him towards the taller man, making him yelp in surprise.

Before he managed to catch up on what was happening, he felt his chin get tightly grabbed and raised. He was suddenly faced with the other man, a very short distance between them, faces mere inches apart and torsos tightly pressed together. He couldn’t take his eyes off the glowing irises still fixated on his mouth smeared with blood. Guillermo observed, wide-eyed and with mind blank, as Nandor opened his mouth and dove down, then licked the blood on his face, wet tongue leaving a trail from his chin up to his mouth and nose.

He stopped breathing altogether, his whole body rigid and every muscle tight, his heart hammering so fast that he heard buzzing in his ears. The intense smell of iron filled his lungs, the saliva on his mouth and chin brought coldness to his skin, soon warmed by another glide of the tongue hungrily licking off the blood which still dripped from his nose.

Feeling dizzy, he reached with his free hand, and grabbed Nandor’s arm which held his face. The vampire released his chin, then shook off his grasp and clasped the wrist of his previously injured hand himself. He moved the palm towards his mouth and licked off the blood on it, before closing his lips around the wound on his fingertip, and sucking on it, making the wound open up again. A short sound escaped Guillermo’s throat, sounding awfully close to a moan for his own comfort, and luring Nandor’s shining eyes back to his own.

They locked gazes.

Nandor’s hand released Guillermo’s wrist and moved towards the human’s shirt, ripping it around the neck in a swift movement.

Suddenly, he hissed and jumped back, the skin on his hand sizzling as if burned. Guillermo looked down and saw his necklace with a cross which he wore under his shirt, now out in the open on his chest. He grabbed it with one hand, taking out the holy water with the other.

“Get out of here!” Nandor shouted.

The vampire stood several steps away, leaning on the table and covering his bloodied mouth with a hand, not looking at Guillermo.

“Go clean yourself, and don’t come back before that,” he growled.

“Yes, master!”

Guillermo backed off towards the door, not taking his eyes off of Nandor even for a moment, staring at his turned back. As soon as he was out of the room, he ran towards the bathroom, closed the door, and slid down to the floor. He touched his mouth with a shaky hand, feeling unbearable heat radiating from his face, waves of coldness and warmth coursing through his body in turns, and heart almost jumping out of his chest. The feeling of Nandor’s tongue and tight hold still fresh on his skin and vivid in his mind.

As much as he wanted to keep denying it, it was painfully obvious to him how far gone he already was.

He hid his face in his hands and groaned.

#nandermo #nandor x guillermo #wwdits #wwdits fanfiction #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #my fics #mine #tw blood #cw nosebleed #tw injury #yzzwriting

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fismoll7secinv · 2 years

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So this nandermo ficlet of mine apparently has a chapter 2 now ahfkbdsfk

Nandor realises that, in fact, he does need a bigger coffin to snuggle with Guillermo

[AO3]

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“Master’s been acting strange.”

Guillermo sat in the living room, camera crew in front of him.

“He’s been absent-minded and down recently, but now he started sneaking out of the house again. He’s livelier, yes, but that worries me because-“ he searched for words, “because I’m his bodyguard after all, so what if something happens and I can’t help? And honestly, we can’t have him get his heart broken again, especially not in this unstable state, and- and it’s bad for the council as well, and the dynamic in the whole house is off…” his rapid words trailed off as he paused for a second, eyes cast to the side yet not looking at anything in particular.

“So I tried to follow him,” he turned back to the camera again, “but it’s not that easy to keep track when he turns into a bat and disappears into the night, right?”

The crew nodded and murmured with understanding.

“But you know what?” he leaned forward and whispered with a devilish smile, “I have a plan.”

He put his hand up in the air to indicate that he might take a moment so there was no need to keep recording, then reached for his phone and started fumbling with it.

“Um. Guillermo?” the camera guy suddenly interrupted.

“Yes?” he looked up.

“Could you repeat all that? Real sorry for that, I forgot to press play.”

Guillermo winced at the camera, only now noticing the lack of twinkling red light at the front.

“Oh. Yeah, no problem, happens to the best of us,” he waived his hand, sounding unaffected yet his shoulders visibly drooped. Before he hid his phone again, he glanced at the dim screen which displayed a map with a blinking dot on it.

He suddenly jumped from the couch and run out of the room, grabbing his coat on the way.

“Sorry, next time, I need to go!” he shouted over his shoulder at the bewildered crew.

A distant “wait!” reached his ears but he paid it no mind anymore, sprinting out of the house with eyes staring at the screen and trying to decipher which way the blinking red dot on the map went.

Maybe it wasn’t the most ethical thing for him to do, but after previous disappearances he sneaked a tracking device into Nandor’s favorite cape which he recently almost never took off. He wondered if it would work in the bat form but, considering that their clothes always somehow stayed with them during the transition, he decided to give it a shot. Now, as he got into his car and set the phone on the stand above the radio, he smiled to himself triumphantly before setting off with screeching tires.

It didn’t take him long to reach the destination, where he parked across the street of the target building.

“Funeral house?” he muttered to himself, leaning on the steering wheel and squinting his eyes at the ornamental letters on the signboard above the doors.

The place looked not only old but also old-fashioned, quite out of place among the rest of the modernistic street. For a moment, he considered sneaking in or simply going inside and acting as a customer, but in the end he decided to firstly lay low and see what happened.

A couple of minutes passed, spent entirely on him fidgeting and focusing on the street, glancing from time to time at the dot to confirm its unchanging position. Just when he made up his mind to make a move, the doors opened and Nandor walked out. The vampire turned around with a smile, stopping in front of a woman in a long, elegant dress, who followed him from the inside and leaned on the door to hold it open. They exchanged a few more words before Nandor bent in half in a deep bow and bid his farewell with an excited jump.

Guillermo sat still for a while, staring out the window, his eyes jumping between the closing door where the woman disappeared and Nandor’s retreating back. His throat uncomfortably tight and heart hammering in his chest.

So that’s how it was after all.

As soon as he made sure that the dot reached home safely, he started the engine up and left his spot, itching to get away from the cursed place. There was no need to return to the house right away, so he drove around the city aimlessly, not yet ready to go back to their place which could feel so lonely sometimes. He was thankful that the crew didn’t manage to keep up with him this time and that he could have some alone time for himself without anyone watching.

A long time passed and the dawn was drawing near, so he had to finally buckle up and turn back to prepare for his master’s slumber. With each kilometer closer to the house, he felt his gut twist more, his perception of the time stretching minutes into hours even though the ride didn’t last long. When he finally parked under the house, he took a deep breath in, held it in for a moment, then breathed out with a hum. Feeling determination coming back, he exited the car, entered the house energetically, then went straight towards Nandor’s room without hesitation. His momentum seemed to have run out just then, as he paused in front of the door with his hand hovering over the handle and refusing to go down just yet.

Suddenly, the door opened on its own and the lady from the funeral home walked out, making him back off into the corridor to avoid collision. She looked at him briefly, her piercing eyes evaluating him from top to bottom, before she flashed a smile which presented her long fangs and passed him by.

“Hopefully see you soon,” her melodic voice announced as she disappeared around the corner.

Guillermo clenched his jaw.

“Hopefully on my stake,” he mumbled.

“Guillermo? Is that you?” Nandor’s voice came from the room.

“Yes, master!” he shouted back, slightly louder than what was needed.

“Then come here, you little rascal!”

“Yes!” he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

At first glance, nothing seemed to have changed yet something felt quite off. Guillermo halted after just one step, his eyes scanning the room until they stopped on the big coffin standing on the platform in the center, almost identical to Nandor’s one except its larger size. Many questions immediately whirled inside his brain, yet he only shifted his eyes to his master and stared quizzically at him without a word.

Nandor stood by the coffin proudly, one hand resting on it, the other on his hip.

“Do you like it?” his mouth stretched into a toothy, smug smile.

“Uh, yeah, it’s really remarkable, master,” Guillermo finally found his voice again. “It’s understandable that you needed more space for yourself. Who wouldn’t feel too tight in that small coffin,” he laughed nervously.

Nandor narrowed his eyes.

“Are you mocking my old coffin, which served me for so many years?”

“What, no, it’s extraordinary as well.”

“But ‘too tight’,” he repeated Guillermo’s tone.

“If you say so, master.”

“Well, whatever, now there is more space. Come look!” he stepped aside in an energetic leap, waiting for Guillermo to open the lid.

Guillermo still felt a bit lightheaded, not able to wrap his head around what was happening. He mechanically approached the coffin and opened it with some difficulty, the lid now wider and weighing more than before. The inside was upholstered with fluffy mottled fur, comfortable and inviting, identical to the old coffin’s insides.

“That is undeniably more space.”

“Well then,” Nandor approached the stairs and waited with his hand in the air.

Guillermo took the hand and helped his master get inside the coffin, then circled the new piece of furniture and reached for the lid.

Nandor sat down, then turned to him and paused.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting to close the lid?”

“But I’m here alone?”

Guillermo’s heart sank.

“Are you-“ he took a breath. “Is the lady from before coming soon?” he asked politely.

“What, why would she? Her job is done.”

“What job?”

Nandor looked at him as if he was stupid.

“Making the coffin? Oh yeah, that reminds me,” he leaned towards him and jabbed his finger at Guillermo’s chest. “Where were you? I was searching for you to go fetch the coffin, but you were nowhere to be found for a long time, so we had to do it ourselves!”

“Well, I was just,” Guillermo stuttered, completely lost in the situation.

“Now, get up here!” Nandor interrupted him, crossing his arms on his chest and falling back into the coffin with a thud.

That was the last push which sent Guillermo over the edge, and he accepted that nothing made sense to him anymore.

“What?”

A moment of silence passed before Nandor sat up again with an expression hovering between annoyed and hurt.

“You don’t want to?” he asked, voice quieter than before.

“No, I want to!" a pang of sadness invaded his heart as soon as he looked at his dejected master. "Uh, but what exactly?”

“Come here to sleep,” Nandor kept his attentive eyes on Guillermo, possibly searching for something or testing him. “It’s time for the slumber,” he added, as if it was not obvious and clear enough.

Guillermo blinked a few times.

“Inside the coffin? Me?”

“I am really starting to think you don’t want to.”

Guillermo ran to the stairs and jumped on them.

“No, no, I do, I just,” he searched for words, “I thought it was for someone else.”

Nandor looked at him for a moment before reaching up and holding his hand in the air, offering help. Guillermo took the hand with a small “gracias” and stepped inside the coffin, wobbling for a moment to catch the balance. He sat down carefully next to Nandor, with no other way than to be tightly connected by the hip, and then realized that although the coffin looked big, it was still not wide enough for two adult men to fit side by side. He looked behind him to assess the free space left after Nandor lay down, too small for him to not be squished next to the vampire, and he wondered if it really was a fit for him. Nandor adjusted himself slightly, wiggling with his shoulders to find a comfortable position, then stretched his arm to the side and stared at Guillermo.

Guillermo felt heat crawl on his face and neck as his heart picked up the pace even more. He felt almost dizzy when he leaned back, then turned to his side out of habit, ending up with his head leaning on Nandor’s shoulder stiffly. He didn’t know what to do with his arms, and so he left them tightly plastered to his stomach, squeezed between them uncomfortably.

Nandor lay for a moment without commenting on anything, then, without a word, pushed Guillermo up and towards himself using the arm which was circled around the smaller man. Guillermo made a short sound of surprise as he was suddenly shoved forward, searching with his hand for any kind of support and ending up grabbing the material on Nandor’s stomach while his head fell on the vampire’s firm chest. Not giving Guillermo any time to adjust, Nandor reached up for the lid and closed it with a thud, cutting off the world and sounds from the house.

Everything suddenly became so quiet that Guillermo involuntarily held his quickened breath in and froze completely, still clutching at Nandor’s shirt. However, what he couldn’t control was his heart which hammering in his chest so hard that he was certain that Nandor could hear it just as well as loud bells ringing right next to his ears.

“Are you comfortable?” Nandor’s voice finally broke the silence.

“Y-yes.”

“Don’t worry about the air, there are small holes in the sides.”

Guillermo frowned.

“Won’t the sunlight seep through them then?” he asked, worried.

Nandor chuckled with obvious proudness, making Guillermo’s head bob up and down together with his rising chest.

“There is an additional layer inside, slightly lower than the outer one so it covers the holes but leaves a space for the air at the top.”

Guillermo shifted his head slightly up, wanting to glance at his master’s face before he realized that it was futile in the pitch-black darkness of the coffin and stopped.

“Wow, that’s. Really smart.”

He felt a small squeeze of the arm circling his back, almost like a little triumphant dance. His heart seemed to swell and his lips couldn’t help but stretch into a smile.

As they lay for a while in silence, comfortable and warm in each other’s presence, Guillermo’s heart managed to gradually calm down, as the situation started to sink in and his recent worries disappeared one by one. His heart rate still kept picking up from time to time whenever doubts invaded his mind, but nonetheless, whatever it was about, he let himself feel happy and appreciated at least for a while. After all, why would Nandor go out of his way to prepare a coffin where they both could fit and he wouldn’t suffocate? Another vampire wouldn’t need the air holes. On the other hand, did that mean that he didn’t plan to turn him into a vampire, but still wanted to use him as a body pillow? He frowned.

Lost in his thoughts and dwelling on the feeling of every inch of his body tightly and comfortably snuggled to Nandor’s side, he suddenly felt like he was forgetting something.

“Wait,” he raised his head. “I didn’t put out the candles.”

“You’ll do it tomorrow,” Nandor’s content voice came from below.

“But what if the house burns-“

“Leave it,” Nandor growled, squeezing Guillermo’s waist tighter and grabbing the hand which lay on his chest, trapping the human completely.

Guillermo flopped back down, softly falling into the comfortable space by Nandor’s side, and he squeezed his master's hand back. Maybe he should stop thinking for a while.

And if the world burns, then he might as well let it.

#let me know if u catch any typos or sth #i typed it in one go and i don't really like how it turned out but also i have too many stuff going on to think too much on this #anyway enjoy #nandermo #wwdits #wwdits fanfiction #what we do in the shadows #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #mine #my fics #yzzwriting

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danhoemei · 3 years

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*wenzhou kissing noises*

zzs breaks away

wkx: what’s wrong

zzs: *wipes his mouth* did you eat walnuts?

wkx: ...perhaps

zzs: get away from me

zzs reaches for a wine flask but wkx grabs it before him, drinks to rinse his mouth, then takes the remnants into his mouth

zzs: >:0 *offended*

wkx grabs zzs and puts their lips together, wine flows partly into zzs’s mouth and partly spills, dripping from their chins

zzs: *pushes him away* do you wish for death??

wkx: *licks his lips with a smile* you wanted to wash out the taste

zzs:

zzs: *looks at the spilled wine on the floor* I’m not cleaning that *storms away*

wkx: ah-xu wait! *his face gets hit with a wet cloth* ah!

#*sprinkles some glitter into the air* they're idiots #I've had this stupid scene in my mind for a while #maybe i'll write it properly later #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk #faraway wanderers #yzzwriting #mine #shitposts #bacc on my bs #if someone wanted to use it for a comic then ekhem yknow 👀#i'd like to see this 👀👀#ideas free to use if mentioned ✨#things to write maybe

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danhoemei · 3 years

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The sickness is you

A couple of months ago I saw a post on my dash with “zzs proposing to wkx”, the tags asked for art or a fic with wkx teasing zzs or tearing up, and for it to be romantic and cheesy. And I delivered in this post [also on AO3].

AND NOW MAGNIFICENT @a-very-fond-farewell (art blog @a-very-fond-farewell-art ) GIFTED ME WITH THIS GORGEOUS ART FOR THIS FICLET.

IMPECCABLE. SOFT. THEM. 😭😭

Check out the line art on their blog @a-very-fond-farewell ✨

Thus, here is the post combining both of our creations ✨💚

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Their laughter started fading away after another heartful bout, echoing for another moment throughout the otherwise silent room. Soft light of the candles illuminated the surroundings, casting shadows which danced over the walls hang with various trophies they gathered during their journeys.

With chin propped on his hand and elbow supported on a table full of half-empty dishes and spilled wine, Zhou Zishu swept his eyes around the room, vaguely acknowledging the trinkets and letting his mind relive brief memories which jumped through his head.

His eyes finally landed on Wen Kexing, who was sitting comfortably next to him, almost sprawled on the seat and with one arm swept over the seatback. He played with the empty cup in his hand, shaking it as if the liquid would magically appear by itself, his whole body convulsing slightly from time to time from small chuckles.

After a while, Wen Kexing’s eyes moved to Zhou Zishu and the men gazed at each other in silence, both lost in the moment.

Suddenly, Zhou Zishu raised his hand with an empty cup and shook it suggestively. Wen Kexing smiled and sat up straighter, then reached for a not yet emptied flask to pour more wine for the other man. Just before he took his cup as well, Zhou Zishu grabbed the flask and Wen Kexing’s cup, and filled it himself.

Wen Kexing giggled.

“Ah-Xu, who would have thought that you would propose to-“

Wen Kexing’s teasing voice cut off abruptly just as he looked at the other man and saw him raising his arm which held his cup. He blinked a few times with a smile still plastered to his frozen face.

After a beat, he suddenly sat up straight and leaned forward with a serious expression.

“Ah-Xu, are you-“

He stared intently at Zhou Zishu’s stilled face, then reached for his wrist to check his pulse.

“Are you sick?”

Zhou Zishu tore his hand away and huffed, lowering the wine cup. Wen Kexing burst out laughing again, the heartful chuckles filling the room.

Zhou Zishu looked away annoyed, cup still clutched but with no desire to drink. After a moment he heard the other man finally quiet down and shift in his seat, and he turned to face him.

He was about to snap at the bastard, when his eyes landed on the man sitting across him with a blissful expression, gazing at him with eyes full of unspoken emotions and glistening with tears. Zhou Zishu froze and observed as Wen Kexing slowly reached for his hand, pulled it to his mouth and left a soft kiss on his palm.

“Yes,” he smiled softly, wet eyes twinkling in the swaying light.

Zhou Zishu sighed and relaxed, as if the tension he did not know about escaped him with the breath.

“Maybe I am sick.”

He raised his arm again and waited for Wen Kexing.

“And the sickness is you.”

Wen Kexing chuckled, raising his own cup and winding his arm around Zhou Zishu’s.

“I fear it’s terminal then.”

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danhoemei · 2 years

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Push and pull [AO3]

For TYK week day 3: clothed sex

A loud bang resounded in the room and the wall trembled as a man was shoved at it. His back collided with the wood hard enough to take the breath away from a regular person. He was not a regular person, however.

Not a moment passed before another man pressed onto him, pushing him further onto the wall and cutting off any escape routes. Instead of trying to slip away, Zhou Zishu grabbed the front of the attacker’s clothes, and yanked him forward, making their lips collide in a fervent kiss. Soon after, just as suddenly as he pulled in, he pushed the man back. Their eyes met.

“The innkeeper will come,” rushed breath left Zhou Zishu’s mouth and fell on Wen Kexing’s face.

“It’s fine, I tipped him off,” he threw offhandedly, then impatiently pressed forward to continue where they left off.

Zhou Zishu’s brows creased, and he raised one arm in front of him, keeping Wen Kexing’s face back.

“You told him that we’re going to-“ the hushed response, rising in anger with each consecutive word, was quickly cut off when Wen Kexing yanked the guarding arm to the side and pressed their lips together again. Annoyed grunts were swallowed in a deep kiss and soon died down as both men’s attention shifted to the battle of tongues.

When their breaths became increasingly erratic, Wen Kexing leaned back.

“Without the specifics of course,” he added with a playful spark dancing in his eyes while his tongue shot out to lick his reddened lips.

Zhou Zishu’s gaze was momentarily drawn to that action before he glared at the man again, the sudden embarrassment invading his mind.

“You- ah!“ he was just about to snap, but only gasped loudly when his crotch was grabbed and squeezed.

His teeth clanked from the force with which his mouth shut up.

“Are you thinking about another man right now?”

Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes and reached down to harshly grab Wen Kexing’s crotch in retribution. The man jolted.

“And what if I am?” Zhou Zishu asked in a casual voice, with a small smirk on his lips and challenge in his eyes.

Although it was him who started the teasing, a dark glint passed through Wen Kexing’s face as if a wave of genuine jealousy washed over him from the image.

He pulled at the top of Zhou Zishu’s clothes, revealing a pale collarbone. He bit down hard, eliciting a hiss.

“You can’t,” Wen Kexing spoke into his skin before licking the bite marks.

Zhou Zishu scoffed.

“Then make me forget him.”

His pants were suddenly yanked down and one leg lifted up, put on Wen Kexing’s arm while his hand rested on the wall for support.

“Careful, Ah-Xu,” he breathed out into his ear and nibbled on it.

Soon after his other hand searched through his dishevelled clothes and brought out a sachet of lube. Not taking his eyes off Zhou Zishu’s face, he impatiently bit the sachet's side off, then poured its contents onto his fingers which soon invaded Zhou Zishu’s hole.

Maybe it was because they were travelling and the change of scenery fired them up, or maybe it was because they spent a few weeks as guests at Chengling’s sect where Zhou Zishu put forward a strict “no sex” rule out of nowhere and wouldn’t let himself be persuaded no matter what, but since they left and were on the road back to their own place, almost every evening ended up in a heated exchange. Because of that, currently both of their bodies were quite well adjusted and used to the feat, so it didn’t take long before Wen Kexing retracted his fingers and lined himself up, the remnants of the lube on his fingers coating his cock before entering.

Just as he was half-way in, he suddenly grabbed Zhou Zishu’s leg which was supporting him on the ground and pulled it up, raising the man up in the air and making him slide down onto the rest of his length, embedding himself deeply inside. Zhou Zishu’s head bumped on the wall as he threw it back and moaned loudly, grabbing Wen Kexing’s shoulders as if holding on for dear life. Wen Kexing started moving, both hands firmly holding Zhou Zishu’s thighs while he was driving the man into the wall, all the while tracing his exposed nape with his lips and occasionally grazing the skin with his teeth. Their clothes were completely dishevelled and wrinkled all over, rubbing on their skin and adding even more friction to their frenzied movements. Wen Kexing’s robe was still bound but loosened significantly and about to come undone at any moment, while Zhou Zishu’s upper garments, yanked previously to the side then consistently pulled down by the wall, slid down one of his shoulders and exposed half of his chest, revealing a flushed skin dotted with a few pink scars and red bite marks. His pants were hanging on just one ankle and flapped around in the air rhythmically.

Just as the heat started becoming unbearable, sweat dripping down their foreheads and clothes clinging to their sweaty skins while rubbing on Zhou Zishu’s front, they released one after the other.

They stayed frozen for a moment to catch their breath, all limbs still intertwined and strained. Just as the muscles threatened to loosen up after the high, Wen Kexing carefully lowered Zhou Zishu and helped him stand up again. Zhou Zishu’s eyebrows drew slightly together when his sore legs stretched. As they touched the ground, they trembled under him, and he kept his hold on Wen Kexing for support.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Wen Kexing’s cheerful words reached his ear and he pushed the man away with annoyance.

“I need a bath.”

He started walking towards the previously prepared hot bath while removing the filthy clothes on the way, his steps already stable and firm. Wen Kexing trailed right behind and eagerly stripped his own clothes.

“Wait for me, Ah-Xu~”

#the most rushed piece of writing i ever spit lmao #tyk #tian ya ke #faraway wanderers #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #tyk fanfics #yzzwriting #mine #notsfw #lemon #dont judge me #tyk week

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danhoemei · 2 years

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TYK week day 1: love languages

I learnt about it only today so I didn’t have time to do anything :’) But I figured I could post fragments of my old writing which fall under the theme ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Inspired by these two gorgeous art pieces by Thaya-Wamani: Wen Kexing & Wenzhou. CHECK THEM OUT

Word count: 1570

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Zhou Zishu put down his brush and looked at his work critically, scanning it for mistakes and nodding to himself thoughtfully. He was sitting with his back straight, while his fingers still laid on the brush, ready to be picked up again. The other hand, up until now unconsciously stroking his chin, suddenly got raised and swayed back just above his shoulder, hitting something behind him.

A small sound echoed throughout the room as Wen Kexing’s face got smacked, and he fell back with a dejected sigh.

“Ah-Xu, you hit your husband like that? That’s domestic violence!”

“Then tell him not to creep behind me with unknown intensions.”

Showing no remorse, Wen Kexing sat down behind his partner and hugged his waist. Putting his chin on the man’s shoulder, he looked curiously at the painting on the table.

“Is that me?”

“How can it be you, do you have white hair? Are you a grandpa? It’s clearly Ye Baiyi,” Zhou Zishu denied in an uninterested voice without missing a beat.

Not acknowledging the response in the slightest, Wen Kexing leaned forward to curiously peer at the painting, but also as an excuse to glue himself even more to the man in his arms. The man in question, as if used to such behaviour, didn’t make any comments and continued cleaning his supplies in silence.

After making a show of analysing the painting for a while among grunts and thoughtful hums, Wen Kexing finally eased his hold on Zhou Zishu’s waist and shifted slightly to the right, now sitting next to his partner instead of behind him, but still keeping one arm and his legs around him. In a fluid motion he leaned against the table and propped himself up on an elbow, supporting his chin on his hand and looking at the side of Zhou Zishu’s handsome face.

“So, this is how you see me, hm?”

His lips stretched in a teasing smile.

“How indecent.”

After another moment of silence, he retracted the hand which kept rubbing circles on Zhou Zishu’s back, and loosened his robe to imitate the opening on the chest from the painting.

“Is this what you want, husband?” he called in a teasing voice, at the same time reaching out to brush Zhou Zishu’s hair aside, then twist one strand on his finger. Zhou Zishu did not budge or seem to even take notice of anything, as if there was no one in the room except for himself.

“But one thing is missing,” Wen Kexing suddenly chimed, voice serious and without the previous joking undertone.

Out of reflex, Zhou Zishu paused and looked at him with creased brows, “What?”

Wen Kexing smiled widely. “You.”

He got smacked on the head once again.

All pretended seriousness gone, Wen Kexing laughed heartily and sat up straighter, moving closer to Zhou Zishu and wrapping him in his arms tightly. Zhou Zishu went back to ignoring him completely and turned his attention back to his supplies. Seeing the side of Zhou Zishu’s face, Wen Kexing leaned forward and kissed his temple.

“I’m never complete without you,” he whispered into Zhou Zishu’s ear.

The man in his arms halted for a moment before quickly looking away, the signature move which Wen Kexing witnessed often when Zhou Zishu got embarrassed and didn’t know how to respond. He smiled happily and kissed the reddening ear which didn’t manage to move out of his reach, while his hands started to suggestively rub the man’s hips.

Suddenly, in one quick move Zhou Zishu slipped away from Wen Kexing’s grip and stood up. He walked up to the desk on the side, opened a drawer and took a set of papers out, then threw them in Wen Kexing’s direction. The other man instinctively caught them all, then spread them on his lap and blinked at the blank sheets in confusion. He raised his eyes questioningly at the other man.

“Do you want me to practice right now?”

“It’s a puzzle for you,” Zhou Zishu crossed his arms and looked at him with an unreadable expression.

A calculative glint flashed through Wen Kexing’s eyes, matching the other’s stare, before he smiled excitedly and turned to examine the papers. His energetic bustling didn’t last long, as he soon froze and raised his slightly narrowed eyes at Zhou Zishu.

“Are these my…?”

Zhou Zishu’s only reaction was a slow raise of his eyebrows.

“Ah-Xu, how could you!” Wen Kexing exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. “I worked so hard on these to show you my progress, and how beautiful you are, I loved them with my whole being! You really mphh-” his words, full of accusatory hurt, were cut short when his chin was suddenly grabbed and a set of lips covered his mouth in a soft but haste kiss.

He instantly quieted down, as if trained, and blinked at his partner.

“Calm down, they are still there.” Zhou Zishu released his chin and stepped back with a sigh. “You just need to find the key.“

Wen Kexing pouted, hugging the papers to his chest.

“My favourite treasures…”

Zhou Zishu side-eyed him.

“You are too attached to them,” he huffed in a tone of an exasperated teacher as he paced throughout the room. “You need not be fully content with your work, you have to always strive to be better. Examine your work and what it represents, but as a reference to what you could do better instead of-”

“Ah-Xu, are you jealous?”

Zhou Zishu cut off, looking almost offended at the other man.

“Are you stupid? I’m giving you another lesson,” he turned away, but Wen Kexing still caught the sight of his slightly reddening cheeks.

Wen Kexing carelessly threw the papers onto the table, and jumped at Zhou Zishu, caging him in a hug.

“I promise I’ll stare more at you from now on,” he kissed Zhou Zishu’s neck. “But I fear that means I’m not going to ever blink.”

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It was the middle of the night when Wen Kexing stirred in his sleep.

His consciousness slowly bled into his mind, taking note of the dryness of his mouth, until he finally couldn’t continue ignoring it. His eyes opened and looked tiredly at the ceiling bathed in darkness for a while. Another moment passed before he peeled his stiff tongue off his palate and huffed in annoyance - softly, so as not to wake up the other man lying next to him, his head resting on Wen Kexing’s chest and arms wrapped around his waist.

Zhou Zishu slightly adjusted his position and smacked his lips before stilling again, which coaxed Wen Kexing’s attention back to him and his previous annoyance dissipated instantly. Still in a dreamlike state but gradually more awake, Wen Kexing traced the lines of his partner’s naked back, marvelling in the perfect shapes illuminated slightly by the light of the moon peeking through the window nearby, once again questioning if it was reality or a dream.

He brushed the silky hair from the man’s face and inclined his head to give Zhou Zishu a kiss on the forehead. During that act his mouth once again reminded him of its unbearable dryness, coaxing his eyes to reluctantly leave the warm body in his arms and glance at the flask of water which usually sat on the table next to their bed.

It was empty.

Wen Kexing cursed inwardly and considered ignoring his needs. Soon after, however, he recalled the quiet smack of Zhou Zishu’s lips and the image of him waking up thirsty only to find out that there was no water finally encouraged Wen Kexing to fetch it.

He carefully untangled himself from Zhou Zishu’s hold and sat up on the edge of the bed, taking one last glance at the sleeping beauty before adjusting the blanket to cover the man’s naked upper back. He got up, looking around the floor for his robe, thrown nowhere in particular in the heat of the previous evening. Having had found it, he put it on, although not bothering to tie it properly and letting the smooth material gently dance on his skin while leaving most of his front exposed. He then grabbed the cursed flask and left the warmth of their bedroom.

As he passed by Zhou Zishu’s painting table, he suddenly stopped, frozen for two breaths while his mind tried to catch up on the unknown detail it saw. He finally blinked, took a step back, and approached the table.

There lied Zhou Zishu’s latest painting, of white-haired Wen Kexing half-lying lazily, holding alcohol and looking to the side. Except he wasn’t looking at nothing anymore, but instead at another figure sitting comfortably next to him, in matching clothes, holding his own flask and glancing back towards him.

Immeasurable fondness poured into his heart, as he run a finger just above the man who joined his painted persona, recalling the bickering from just a few days prior.

Suddenly filled with the need to hug and kiss the man all over again, he dashed back to their bed, all attempts to be quiet forgone.

As the room became lively again, filled with a mix of angry and cheerful shouts, the moonlight shone on the forgotten flask, left on the table next to the painting of two figures sitting together in harmony. Its emptiness the regret which shall be felt in the morning.

#tian ya ke #faraway wanderers #tyk #tykweek #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #yzzwriting #mine #it's part of my reincarnation au but I redacted it so it's a standalone #tyk reincarnation au #damn idk if my writing sense improved or smth but why is it so awkwardly written xddd i changed it a bit but welp. gotta use what i have

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fismoll7secinv · 2 years

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Thank you @ashenlights sweetheart for tagging me yet again 💚

art or fic or any creation(s) you were proud of this year! I’d love to see them! :D

The original tag prompt was “With the year ending, let's look back at what we did! What are your favorite creations you did or the ones you think deserve more love? Send this to 5 other creators to share the love”

I was tempted to make a summary of the whole year and list all the things I made, but as I opened all my blogs and AO3 and kept adding more and more links, I realized how long of a list that would be. So I decided to just pick a few things.

This also let me see the whole scope of what I made this year, and I can’t tell you enough how much it lifted my spirit. I tend to consider myself an uncreative person who’s wasting away all the ideas and what-could’ve-beens, but now I see that, huh, I do make stuff. Maybe not as much as I could, but definitely not little. And that makes me incredibly happy. Thank you for giving me the opportunity for this ashen! 🥺🥰

So anyway, most can be found under writing tags on my blogs:

this blog (mostly nandermo, writing tag)

@danhoemei (mostly danmei, writing tag)

@yzzizdump (original drabbles and lots of poetry, writing tag, also some music and photography)

And now a few specific things

Nandermo:

Stay for just a bit longer - AO3 | post (flufffff)

Light the night - AO3 | post (fluff and *cough* some tension)

Echoing screams falling on deaf ears - AO3 | post (angst.... maybe I’ll add a fix-it continuation tho lmao)

Wenzhou:

“Ah-xu don’t ever leave me...” - AO3 | post (smut 👀 the first fic I ever wrote and which I am very proud of, warn about expIicit rating)

The sickness is you - AO3 | post (the first fic I ever shared, short fluff which earned beautiful art by my incredible friend, check them out <3 links in the post)

Forgotten colors bloom - AO3 | post ch1 (art-inspired short drabbles which started to form a whole au, in progress and on hold for now but I have Plans)

A smudge of red - AO3 | post with art (short art-inspired drabble)

wenzhou doodle lol and caoxiang shenanigans (aka the two times I arted this year and the first attempt at digital art)

Danmei poetry aka I looked at art and cried words

to xieliancore’s art: wen kexing and zhou zishu parallels, hualian

to wisesnail’s art: beefleaf, xiao xingchen, yi city

to whencatsdraw’s art: binghe & xin mo

Original drabbles and poetry

Blue moment (I think my fav poem I wrote, inspired by amazing art, check it out!!)

A heartwarming story how I got a painting from an old grandpa painter

Memory of the sun (a scene I saw while on vacations and promptly described, which then got otherworldly art by my lovely friend <3 check them ouuuuuut)

"Look, a falling star, make a wish!" (a dream I had, an eerie time-loop entrapment but somehow calm)

A thing I wrote when I had a heatstroke 🙃

Some short drabbles for writing prompts: hero x villain crack smut 👀 and another what if someone heard the narrator and somehow ended up having a petty war with them?

A glimpse of the past in the world consumed by war (a short drabble for my friend’s invader zim AU)

Just synesthesia things I guess

Just a nightly walk through the forest, nothing wrong

Writing AND music AND art (another drabble inspired by yet another friend’s art, this time comes with a musical composition, first in years)

And some tumblr shenanigans I guess

just... this whole TMA madness (which made me do some art I actually like very much <3 I think my first semi-popular post)

the FVCKING glasses discourse (I hate it. My first popular post)

Quite a few firsts for me this year huh

Anyway, it’s already january and I’m not sure if you already did this, I know some of you already made art summaries, but maybe you’ll feel like sharing something more :) Doesn’t need to be artistic creations, maybe just something you’re proud of. Or you can just ignore me

@zinkul @ohohsomething @a-very-fond-farewell @wrrinkl @gaygothfarmer @miyakuli @ailee-art @prommethium @verycharismaticdragon @nightjar-draws @silver-colour @nhyhu @koujaaku @theyilinglaozus

#im always late but who makes the rules anyway #we can do what we want #tag game #ashenwren #thank you again and again 💚💚💚#yzzwriting #mine #my fics #wenzhou #nandermo #poetry #2021 summary

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danhoemei · 2 years

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Some time ago I felt like doing something for someone so I messaged the last person who followed me to ask for any writing requests lmao. I’m happy it was you, @panem-et-circenses89, thank you for you patience and open-mindedness 💚 You gave me inspiration with mentioning the weather getting colder ;D

This is set in my reincarnation au in which wenzhou reincarnated until it’s the modern world. The only context you need for this part is that wkx remembered their past lives and found zzs, while zzs hasn’t and is just trying to live his life.

[cw: one small paragraph which describes something that may look like an assault or robbery, but isn’t]

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Zhou Zishu pulled out his phone to check the hour. It was getting late, and with the sun gone for at least a few hours – it was also getting cold. Unusually strong, chilly wind blew incessantly, forcing people all around to search for covers or wobble against its force, leaving only a few of the unlucky ones standing still while waiting for their rides.

Zhou Zishu scrolled through his bus’s schedule, eyes glued to the shining screen which illuminated his face and the subtle steam coming out of his mouth, while fumbling with his jacket until his fingertips closed around the zipper and pulled it up almost to his chin. Another gust of wind ruffled his messy hair and made him shiver before he retracted his head even more between his shoulders.

Suddenly, a dark shadow fell down right in front of his face and loosely wrapped around his neck. His free hand instantly shot up to grab the rope while the other tightened around his phone and lowered in preparation to elbow the attacker. He took half a step back, bumping into a solid tall object, and twisted his body to the side to make way for his merciless elbow.

There was a short sound of air escaping someone’s lungs in a painful groan, which still didn't stop the attacker from wrapping his arms around Zhou Zishu to keep him in place.

"It's me, Ah-Xu, calm down!"

Still pumped with adrenaline, Zhou Zishu almost short-circuited upon hearing the familiar voice which flipped his inner switch from “danger” to “fine”. Without moving, he looked down at the soft material which got thrown around his neck, now clutched tightly in his hand, and noticed that the rope was actually a deep blue scarf.

He turned around like lightning, throwing off the grabby hands and taking a step back from Wen Kexing.

“Do you want to be punched that bad?!” he yelled.

Instantly, he remembered where he was. His eyes darted to the sides, briefly locking gazes with passersby who quickly turned as if they noticed something very interesting just behind them or on the sidewalk.

He took a deep breath in to calm down his heart and shifted his angered stare back to the offender.

Wen Kexing’s face bore a smile, his hands hovering up in the air in an apologetic gesture.

“Sorry, Ah-Xu, I didn’t know this would scare you so much.”

“Then what did you expect? Assaulting someone out of the blue, making it seem as if you were about to strangle them?” Zhou Zishu snarled in response.

There was a second-long pause during which Wen Kexing’s eyes fogged over, as if he briefly went somewhere else in his mind. The sight which Zhou Zishu had seen many times but never could tap into, considering how sudden and short these instances were and that the man always quickly deflected. Exactly like now.

“Haha, my bad, my bad,” Wen Kexing laughed and put his hands back into his pockets. “I’ll keep in mind that your sixth sense is still lacking.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.”

Gradually relaxing, he decided to ignore Wen Kexing’s nonsense and glanced at his phone again.

“Shouldn’t you ask what I’m doing here?” the other man chattered while slowly scooting over to Zhou Zishu.

“I don’t care,” he answered in an impassive voice, groaning mentally when he noticed that his bus had driven away during the commotion.

“I was just accidentally passing by and saw your poor silhouette shivering in the cold, I couldn’t have possibly ignored a beauty in need, could’ve I?” the velvety tone continued uninvited, sounding even closer than before. “And so I thought of warming you up.”

Zhou Zishu finally lifted his head and looked at the flirty grin and a wink of the other man with the utmost unimpressed expression. He held the gaze in silence for a moment before his eyes shifted slightly down to the uncovered neck which looked almost out of place. Something probed him to look down at the scarf, still mindlessly held in his hand, and his mind connected the dots.

He shoved the scarf back to Wen Kexing.

“It’s yours.”

“Take it,” his hand got gently pushed back.

“I don’t need it.”

Another strong gust of wind blew directly at them, and he involuntarily retracted back into himself, trying to keep as much warmth as possible. His fingers instinctively tightened around the soft material, feeling so pleasantly warm that just a thought of losing it made goosebumps spread over his skin again. He glanced at the elegant coat of the other man, comparing it to his worn-out leather jacket, and considered how ridiculous he would look with the elegant scarf wrapped around it.

Ah, whatever. He threw the scarf around his neck and fastened it tightly, his body almost singing at the additional barrier keeping the cold away. A familiar fragrance of coffee and chocolate filled his nostrils.

“…Thanks.”

“No need!” Wen Kexing smiled widely, not even attempting to tone down his obvious satisfaction.

Zhou Zishu’s narrowed eyes regarded him once again.

“What about you?”

The man waved his hand dismissively.

“It’s fine, I’m quite resistant to cold weather.”

Zhou Zishu looked at the man standing in front of him in the middle of the windy street, hunched people rushing past them to their destinations while this person stood casually as if there wasn’t even a small inconvenience for him. Something about this man felt not entirely right but Zhou Zishu could never put his finger on it, and apparently now was not the time for his breakthrough.

He shoved his phone into his pocket and took a step to the side.

“Well then, I’ll be going.”

“Wait.”

His arm was grabbed, stopping him in his tracks, and he turned back around.

“Do you want a lift? Your bus ran away.”

Truly shameless. Thoroughly sly.

“I’m good, I’ll just walk on my feet.”

“Your home must be far away though, isn’t it? Walking in this awful weather won’t be good for your health. At least let me call a cab for you, as an apology,” and if you don’t want me to know where you live, was an unspoken but obvious part.

You probably already know my address anyway, you stalker, thought Zhou Zishu.

“Okay.”

“Okay to which part?” the man’s eyes brightened.

“It’s your fault. You drive.”

“Sure!” he exclaimed and tagged Zhou Zishu’s arm in the opposite direction.

Zhou Zishu tore his arm away but followed the energetic man until they approached an exclusively looking car in a color of dark red, so deep that it was almost black. The lights blinked and Wen Kexing opened the door on the passenger’s side.

“After you.”

Giving him a side-glance, Zhou Zishu got inside and fastened his seatbelt, noting how the car was still quite warm and couldn’t have stood there for long.

“Where to?”

“Why do you even ask.”

A small chuckle escaped the other man as he turned the engine on. Zhou Zishu propped his arm under the window, wondering what he had done in his previous life to get such a troublesome karma in this one. As he absently looked out, he felt his tight muscles gradually relax with each bit of warmth slowly seeping through his clothes. The passing city lights morphed into colorful streaks, a low off-key hum of Wen Kexing trying to follow the melody playing from the radio filled the silence. The ride started almost lulling him.

It felt like just minutes before they arrived at the destination and parked under his apartment. Zhou Zishu exited the car, turned to the man sitting inside and watching him with a content smile, and he paused for a moment with his hand on the door. He considered pros and cons, seeing a chance to interrogate the man in a safe environment and on his own terms, but at the same time feeling as if he was about to make a deal with the devil.

He sighed.

“Do you want to come in?”

#wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #faraway wanderers #tyk #tyk reincarnation au #that au is not dead yet xd #I haven't updated it in a long time but I'm very much going to continue it #this part is gonna be somewhere in the future after they finally meet & zzs suffers his fare share of stalking and trying to figure wkx out #will add it to ao3 when i get there i guess #yzzwriting #requests #panem et circenses89 #thank you love 💚#you are a sweetheart #it turned out less soft than I initially thought because when I started writing it kinda fit to me to place it pre-relationship #i hope you like it at least a bit xd

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