the fact that dark brown eyes don’t get complimented a lot makes me so upset like why does the world have such shitty taste!!!!! anyways dark brown eyes are captivating and stunning and ethereal and i Will get into a fistfight about this. if u have dark brown eyes you are gorgeous and i am smooching u
…well, it started as me thinking about Yanshen first kisses, but then I got distracted by, ahem, more explicit Yanshen.
Like…
(actually, wait - I can already tell I’m about to Really Write This, and so we’re calling this another May Trope Mayhem fill - Day 11, There’s Only One Bed!!)
Fandom: Thousand Autumns
Ship: Yan Wushi/Shen Qiao
Rating: EXPLICIT!
Tags: Canon divergent, mildly dubious consent, Yan Wushi is always an unreliable narrator
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Yan Wushi and Shen Qiao have, inadvertently, taken a tumble into a river together. No harm done - they can both handle that kind of thing - but they doget soaked to the skin, and it’s late, so definitely too cold for them to linger in wet things. They’re too far from civilization to find someplace warm to stay, and it’s too important for them to pass through this area in secret (for Reasons, okay?) for them to risk using their spiritual energies in the name of something so meaningless as comfort. So instead, they strip, access whose clothing and undergarments are the least wet, and go from there.
From the moment their clothes come off, Yan Wushi is surprised by how…distracted…he is? Like, he’s been around Shen Qiao for years now, in all states of consciousness, injured and hale, and Shen Qiao has always been beautiful. Everyone comments on it (at least until Yan Wushi glares death incarnate at them and they stop). Now, though, with no one else around, and no one to voice their appreciation, it’s loud in his mind that Shen Qiao is gorgeous. Yan Wushi can, and always has been able to, have whoever he wants, and he’s self-aware enough to know he’s wanted Shen Qiao for a while, but this is different. Mostly, he thinks, because he’d long believed he hadShen Qiao in the only way he wantedShen Qiao - had his attention, his devotion, his companionship, had him thoroughly and completely duped into the belief that Yan Wushi was a person worthy of Shen Qiao’s attention. It was enough that Shen Qiao somehow didn’t recognize Yan Wushi for the villain he was, enough that his rival walked at his side.
Except, now, it isn’t enough, because, nude and pale from the chill air, Shen Qiao is spectacular, mesmerizing, and unashamed. His lithe body is lean, his limbs powerful, his movements fluid, his steps confident, and it’s all Yan Wushi can do not to stare. It’s especially frustrating because Shen Qiao seems in no way similarly distracted. Yan Wushi knows himself impressive - broad shouldered, muscular, scars in all the sexiest places, hung like fuck - but Shen Qiao hardly even looks at him, instead occupying himself with laying out sopping clothing to dry and arranging what’s passable into the semblance of a bed.
One bed.
Because there are only two dry layers - not enough to clothe themselves, not enough to lay out two places to sleep.
“It’s not ideal,” Shen Qiao says apologetically, “but we can make it work!” And he lies down on the thin layer he’s placed to shield them from the ground, and draws the driest robe over himself.
For a single wild, serious moment, Yan Wushi seriously considers finding someplace else to sleep. Maybe on the rocks mid-stream. The cold water will at least keep him from betraying the temptation he feels.
(And why is he worried about betraying that temptation? He could just take what he wants, right? What doeshe want? He doesn’t want to think about it, doesn’t want to think about Shen Qiao, except–)_
–except that Shen Qiao is shivering, small sounds leaking from him apparently involuntarily, and Yan Wushi heaves a frustrated sigh. He can’t just let Shen Qiao lie there and freeze to death. He’s put in too much effort too many times to protect him. So, glowering, he stalks across the clearing where they’ve set up their meager camp, pulls the blanket off Shen Qiao only enough to lie at his side, and draws the covers back over them both.
He lies on his back.
He stares up at the stars.
He wishes a fire wouldn’t give away their position, but all the wood here is wet, and smoke will be fatal to their attempts at stealth.
He can feel Shen Qiao’s heat radiating beside him, feel him shivering, even hear his teeth chattering.
He still doesn’t know precisely but he wants, but he does know he wants to roll on his side, hold Shen Qiao close, warm Shen Qiao in whatever ways Shen Qiao will permit him to do so - mostly chaste ones, if he’s honest with himself (which he rarely is).
Instead, he forces himself to stillness, lets his arm lay against the clammy skin of Shen Qiao’s back, does what little he can to help without risking losing all self-control…and eventually falls asleep, because yeah, inedia is great, but after fighting out of the river, they need actual rest.
When he wakes up, he’s lying on his side, one arm near-frozen where it’s escaped from the blankets, a sharp contrast to the heat enveloping his back.
Because Shen Qiao has apparently also moved…and, in moving, has curled around Yan Wushi, his chin on Yan Wushi’s shoulder, his chest pressed to Yan Wushi’s back, one leg pressed between Yan Wushi’s knee…
…his erection pressed against Yan Wushi’s ass…
…and Yan Wushi can only swallow, only try to shudder a space between them, because fuck, this is the exact opposite of the problem he’d expected. Yan Wushi was supposed to accidentally embrace Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi was supposed to inadvertently wake up with his cock pressed to the seam of Shen Qiao’s shapely ass cheeks. Fear of thatis what led him to sleep on his back. That the opposite had even the faintest chance of occurring had never once crossed his mind.
“Sorry,” Shen Qiao mumbles, voice sleep-slurred and so damn close to Yan Wushi’s ear.
“For what?” counters Yan Wushi. It’s not what he should have said - he should have pretend affront, should have rolled away, should have rebuked, should have teased - but it’s all that he can manage, because his question of the previous night has finally found an answer.
What do I want?
Yes, I want Shen Qiao, but more than that - I want Shen Qiao to want me.
And he does.
Yan Wushi has no idea what to do with this information.
“I, um.” Shen Qiao shifts back; the blanket-robe shifts and he shudders then slams their bodies back together. Yan Wushi can only assume that he accidentally exposed his back to the cold. It’s hard to say for sure when he’s got hard cock jabbing him in the thigh, his own manhood reacting quickly to grow equally hot and thick, his thoughts quickly spiraling toward “sex? please? now? with Shen Qiao!”
“This never happens to me,” Shen Qiao manages, sounding equal parts apologetic and miserable. The tone is like a new splash of cold water dousing Yan Wushi. So, it’s not that Shen Qiao wants him, it’s that– “You’re just so…so hot…” The last word bursts from Shen Qiao like a groan, the multiple meaning of the word patent, and Yan Wushi’s brain derails.
Because it isthat Shen Qiao wants him.
Fuck, but that’s amazing.
No - that can’t be right. Why wouldn’t he have said so before? I might fuck around, but Shen Qiao is honest to a fault. If he was interested, surely I’d know. And I know no such thing. It’s still not about me.But, just because it’s not about me doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with it - with him.
A deep chuckle forces out of Yan Wushi as he rolls bringing them chest to chest, cock to cock. He opens his eyes for the first time that morning to find Shen Qiao staring at him, gaze clear, eyes wide, expression shocked, cheeks flushed. Long black hair frames his shapely contours, tangles on the rocks they’ve used as pillows. Without waiting for him to say more (what if he said no?) Yan Wushi reaches between them and wraps his large, calloused hand around Shen Qiao’s shaft. A full-body shudder has Shen Qiao writhing against the ground, has huffing, half-vocalized breaths stuttering from his parted lips.
“Is this what you’re apologizing for?” Yan Wushi intends to taunt Shen Qiao, still a fool after all this time, still so easily brought under Yan Wushi’s sway, but to himself he can’t deny that he almost sounds…hopeful? Well, hopefully Shen Qiao doesn’t interpret his words that way. He’ll know when Shen Qiao answers…
…except Shen Qiao answers with a fervent nod, hips thrusting awkwardly to drag his cock through Yan Wushi’s fist, and no, that actually answers exactly zero questions.
Because it’s almost like Shen Qiao…actually wants this.
It’s almost like Shen Qiao…actually wants him.
Not a morning accident. Not a standard response to two warm bodies in proximity. Not the result of a dream.
“A-Yan…” whimpers Shen Qiao. “A-Yan, please…”
And Yan Wushi’s brain breaks.
Whenwas the last time Shen Qiao called him that?
Whenwas the last time he actually dared hope that Shen Qiao might want him?
Whenwas the last time Yan Wushi wanted anything, anyone, more than he wanted this man before him now, in his arms, in his bed, in his hands, moaning and pleading for him and only him?
Yan Wushi can hardly remember. It’s all blurred together with his near-death, his qi deviation, his self-reconsolidation into a single persona, his memories of Shen Qiao speaking, soft and kind, to him, but not to him.
“Do you want me, A-Qiao?” he asks, far less assured, far more hesitant, than he’d ever want to sound.
“Mn,” Shen Qiao agrees, nodding fervently, thrusting into Yan Wushi’s grip with every nod. “Do…have…should have…shouldn’t have slept with you…shouldn’t have–”
“Shouldn’t have kept it a secret,” whispers Yan Wushi, leaning to breath the words into Shen Qiao’s ear, relishing Shen Qiao’s trembling, gasping answer. “But now that I know…”
“…what?” asks Shen Qiao, and Yan Wushi is so enraptured watching him he can hardly figure out what Shen Qiao is asking him. “Now that you know…what, A-Yan? What will you do?”
“What will I do?” Yan Wushi smirks, tightens his grip around Shen Qiao’s cock, and begins to stroke in earnest. A desperate, shattered moan escapes Shen Qiao, and Yan Wushi’s body thrums with arousal, desire, heat, need, want. “I’ll make you come, Shen Qiao.”
“Oh…oh…!”
Yan Wushi truly had no idea that Shen Qiao felt this way.
Someone in the notes of my last post linked me to this interview…
Anyway @certain people in the SU fandom please write a formal apology to Rebecca Sugar and then send $20 to every bisexual/pansexual who’s ever had to deal with your shit. Thank you.
For the love of… pre-slash is not the same as pre-relationship! It’s specific to slash, a.k.a. m|m pairings!
Damian/Anya is not pre-slash unless you’ve made a very specific change to one of the characters! If you’re just writing pre-relationship, they’re so cute with their crushes, that’s pre-relationship. Hell, you can even label it pre-het if it’s important to you to be specific! But pre-slash it is not.
And another thing! If you’re writing ANY RELATIONSHIP that is NOTROMANTIC,the proper form is ____&____ or ______+______ NOT ____/_____! The forward slash is for romantic relationships and romantic relationships ONLY! People will not read whatever explanatory tag you add after. They see that /, they go straight to ‘romantic’ and your fic has been effectively blacklisted.
[[My psycho ex finally removed me on Steam. I had already removed and blocked her everywhere else, like Facebook, Xbox Live and Skype waaay long ago, we’re talking mid-2013. I never talked to her or anything, just intentionally kept her to see how long before she removed me, because she could see me all day, coming online and joining games and stuff. It took her like the greater half of a year.]]
