#these things are easily forgiven in my eyes honestly. sometimes someone has passion about something and is also wrong about it.

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Part Four of the MoShen thing wrote itself, so here it is. Now with MoShang!

From now on, you can find this story on AO3. I started posting here, so I’ll crosspost until the end.

Maybe it was strange to return home and be pleased that one’s husband wasn’t in their bedroom in the middle of the night, but since that is how it is, who is going to oppose Luo Binghe? His blood is still thrumming in his veins from the rush of a battle won. He was looking forward to staking another claim tonight, if Shizun wasn’t asleep. He doesn’t like waking up his lover so late for pleasure unless he asked first. It feels rude, like Shen Qingqiu is just a body for him to use when he feels the urge to do so. Luo Binghe always wants his husband, but he only wants to have him when that desire is reciprocated.

But if Shen Qingqiu isn’t in his own bed, it’s because he, too, felt the need for company tonight. He’ll still be awake and, if Luo Binghe is lucky, ready and eager for him when he appears.

None of the servants still guarding Mobei-Jun’s personal quarters say a word when Luo Binghe barges in. They know better than anyone what would happen to them if they did.

Sure enough, he can hear Shen Qingqiu’s unmistakable moans even through the heavy door separating him from his willing husband, fuelling the passion already coursing through him. He presses his hands on the fine wood, teasing himself by trying to guess the source of his beloved’s pleasure. Is he resting against the wall, Mobei-Jun kneeling in front of him, worshipping him with his mouth the way he deserves to be? Is he on all four on the bed, spreading himself out to let Mobei-Jun’s tongue in deeper, biting the sheets to try to smother his screams? Maybe he’s playing with one of the toys Luo Binghe had procured for him before he got him a real playmate, putting on a show the likes Mobei-Jun will never forget.

His next breath is ragged. He can’t wait anymore. Gently, as to not disturb the vision Shen Qingqiu is sure to be, he opens the door.

His breath catches immediately. His eyes are stuck to the beautiful arc of his husband’s back as he’s sitting astride Mobei-Jun, riding his cock with enthusiasm, completely obvious to Luo Binghe’s arrival.

Luo Binghe tears his eyes away from Shen Qingqiu to catch Mobei-Jun’s eyes, and with a gesture swears him to secrecy for a moment. While they have both worked to erode Shen Qingqiu’s self-consciousness in bed, he can still feel burst of shyness if he’s startled or he feels observed. Shen Qingqiu finds it hard to just let him look, no matter how much Luo Binghe tells him there’s no one more stunning than he when he loses all his inhibitions and lets himself just feel. Luo Binghe wants to feast his eyes on this spectacle for a little longer before joining them.

Luo Binghe still sometimes wonders how Shen Qingqiu’s lithe body can take them in easily and beg for more after, but he would never ever complain about it. He’s so beautiful while doing it too. Someday, Luo Binghe wants to convince Shen Qingqiu to tie him down by the bed with immortal binding cable, so that he can do nothing but observe as his husband shares his body with Mobei-Jun. What he would do to Shen Qingqiu when he finally freed him for that sweet torment… But they’re not there yet. For now, Shen Qingqiu is his to reach for. He cloaks his presence as best he can and closes in on the bed silently. Shen Qingqiu is too focused on his own pleasure to pay attention to him. Before he knows it, there are lips on his neck and a hand wrapping himself around his erection. “Husband, I’m back,” whispered softly in his ear as he straddles Mobei-Jun from behind Shen Qingqiu, pressing himself against his back and making him feel how much he missed him.

When Shen Qingqiu comes, he paints Mobei-Jun’s chest in milky white, but it’s Binghe name that rings into the room.

___________

“Shang Qinghua should come visit you soon.”

Mobei-Jun blinks at Shen Qingqiu addressing him. Shen Qingqiu shouldn’t be surprised. Luo Binghe usually prefers to monopolise Shen Qingqiu’s attention after he returns, taking advantage of his husband’s relaxed state and the presence of Mobei-Jun to update them both on his latest achievements. In one particular occasion, they’d planned a whole siege in bed, staining the already dirtied sheets with ink as they drafted plans. But Luo Binghe is silent today, seemingly happy to hold Shen Qingqiu close, so he might as well pass on the message.

Any mention of Shang Qinghua catches Mobei-Jun’s attention. Demons. They’re all the same. “Why?”

Shen Qingqiu lets his face turn a bit wicked to mask that he’s still not over having been spied on having sex by Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky of all people. “He has something he needs to tell you about.” If Mobei-Jun has any sense, he’ll use the conversation as an excuse to tell Shang Qinghua whom he really wants to sleep with. Honestly, Shen Qingqiu was this close to tell him himself. He doesn’t understand why Mobei-Jun doesn’t go ahead and woo him or something. He’s much better than anyone Shang Qinghua could legitimately hope to be with.

“What is it?”

Was that eagerness? Oh, maybe he raised his hopes a little too much. He can’t expect Shang Qinghua to confess. He winces in response. “I’m not telling, but if you play your cards right you might be able to turn the situation to your advantage. It would be more than time.”

“What are you talking about?” Luo Binghe’s voice, slightly sulky from being ignored. What a spoiled disciple.

Shen Qingqiu pats the arm resting on his belly tenderly. “Shang Qinghua. They’re been dancing around each other for so long, they should get it over with already.”

“What?”

He hears Luo Binghe’s incredulity as he sees Mobei-Jun tense, and oh. Binghe didn’t know. “I thought you knew.” He thought Binghe knew from the very beginning, in fact. He turns to Mobei-Jun. “I’m sorry. This wasn’t my secret to tell.”

Mobei-Jun waves his hand in a move that means he’s forgiven. He gets a grateful smile in return.

“Why Shang Qinghua?”

A good question Shen Qingqiu himself resisted asking many, many times. “Binghe, it’s not our business who Mobei-Jun decides to be with.”

From Luo Binghe’s offended look, he doesn’t agree. “Why would he want anyone else? He has you.”

Shen Qingqiu smothers a laugh. Of course Luo Binghe thinks sleeping with Shen Qingqiu should be enough for anyone. “No he doesn’t. You do. Mobei-Jun should be allowed to have someone of his own.”

Luo Binghe frowns, obviously unhappy, but what is he going to do about it? He has no say over Mobei-Jun’s love life. “What would Shang Qinghua say about you then?”

Shen Qingqiu chokes. That… might get complicated. “There’s no point in worrying about that now, is there?” If Shang Qinghua doesn’t want to share, that… would be within his rights. Shen Qingqiu has no hold over Mobei-Jun. He might be a bit lonely sometimes, but he’ll deal. He’ll still have Binghe, which really should be enough for anyone.

“I don’t want him in your bed.”

That’s… He’s not talking to Mobei-Jun! “Binghe!” He knows he’s now bright red. “I never said anything about that!” That’s not why he wants them to be together! He just wants Mobei-Jun to be happy! Mobei-Jun deserves happiness too! And not the kind that’s gotten by getting Shang Qinghua and he in the same bed, because if Luo Binghe wasn’t into it, he can tell Mobei-Jun didn’t find the idea anywhere near as repulsive.

He’s not thinking about it! He’s not!

Binghe’s hold on him tightens, turning from gentle to possessive. “Shen Qingqiu is this disciple’s husband. Maybe I should remind him of it.”

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t bother to protest. He can already feel the lethargy leave him, to be replaced with longing under his husband’s touch.

___________

So he’s here now. Standing behind a door that’s apparently never closed to him, which, good to know.

He knocks anyway. Better not to do anything to piss Mobei-Jun off beforehand. “My king? Can I come in?”

He takes the lack of answer as approval, but still opens the door slowly and steps in loudly. He’s not catching them in the act again. “My king?”

“I’m here.” Shit he’s sitting at the Desk. Shang Qinghua will never be able to look at the Desk again without his mind going places it really shouldn’t.

At least he got him when he’s in a good mood? Shang Qinghua got really good at reading his various infinitesimal changes of expression, and Mobei-Jun is feeling pleased right now.

Maybe he, too, is remembering he got laid at the Desk.

Bad thought! Bad thought!

But also why Shang Qinghua is here, so. “My king, I saw Shen Qingqiu and he believed I should tell you something.” There, put the fault on Cucumber-bro. If something goes wrong, he can take it to his lover.

Mobei-Jun… perks up? He is! He recognises that slight straightening of his spine for what it is.

Is a mention of Shen Qingqiu all it takes for Mobei-Jun’s mood to lift?

He finds himself shrinking into himself in response. Soon enough he won’t be getting this response anymore. Mobei-Jun is probably just as possessive as Bing-ge. Just because he’d gotten Mobei-Jun to stop being so… physical with his displeasure doesn’t mean there isn’t a part of him still anxious about occurring his wrath.

Maybe he should just get out of there before things are too bad. It’ll be much easier to face Shen Qingqiu than Mobei-Jun. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have disturbed you for something this trivial. Forget I stopped by. Have a nice day!”

“Don’t go. I want to know.”

Shang Qinghua stops in his tracks. It’s too late! Mobei-Jun’s interest has been picked. His king can be surprisingly curious when he feels like it. He turns toward Mobei-Jun with the levity of someone on death row.

A last-ditch attempt. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to waste my king’s time more than I already have.”

Mobei-Jun frowns slightly and nods.

Shang Qinghua gulps. “It’s just that… a few weeks ago, I came to your quarters to report to you, and…” the sentence dies.

“And?”

Shit. Shit! “You were having sex with Shen Qingqiu! I’m very sorry to have intruded! I swear I had no intention of spying on you! I was just worried about your well-being, considering Luo Binghe isn’t known for his generosity when it comes to Shen Qingqiu, but apparently he knows so everything is fine and that’s none of my business and I shouldn’t even have brought it to your attention, I’ll take your secrets to the grave my king, don’t worry about it, now if you excuse me I’ll be going now goodbye my king.”

He could cry when his escape is stalled by Mobei-Jun’s hand halting his movement. This light hold contains enough power to stop him in his tracks.

He swallows back the sobs. “My king?” Please don’t kill me.

“Why are you running away?”

Because I’m scared out of my wits. “I didn’t think my king would want me around after that.”

“Why?”

Why? Why, he says. “I wouldn’t presume to know, but maybe my king is embarrassed at having been seen, or angry at this violation of his privacy, and would rather be alone right now.”

“I don’t mind.”

“You… don’t mind.”

Mobei-Jun shrugs. “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

That’s… Wow. That’s some self-confidence. It’s true, but… Wow. Shang Qinghua can’t imagine what being this sure of themselves must be like. “Of course my king is right. He is perfect in every way, why should he be ashamed.”

“You think so?”

Fuck what did he just say!? And why does Mobei-Jun look happy about it? Is he that vain that even Shang Qinghua stating the truth to his face pleases him? Either way, no point in lying. “Yes. Anyone with eyes would.” Shen Qingqiu must, that asshole.

A piercing glare thrown his way. “What about as a person?”

“My king?”

“How am I as a person?”

Shang Qinghua is going to die! What’s with these questions? “Did you and Shen Qingqiu fight?” Maybe they’re having issues.

Mobei-Jun frowns. “No.”

Mobei-Jun doesn’t usually lie to him, so it’s not that. “Is there anything wrong?”

Mobei-Jun seems even more frustrated. “No.”

“Then why are you asking me this?”

“I want to know.”

Shang Qinghua is so lost. “Then ask him. He’s your lover, isn’t he?”

“He’s not mine!”

Shang Qinghua supposes he isn’t. Bing-ge would kill Mobei-Jun if he went around calling Shen Qingqiu his. “But my king must like him somewhat if he’s sleeping with him, no?” He hasn’t seen much and they haven’t talked about the specifics, but that wasn’t hate sex. Shang Qinghua knows hate sex. At least a third of Bing-ge’s wives were intimately familiar with the concept.

Mobei-Jun stares at him before nodding slightly.

From Mobei-Jun, that might as well be a love confession! Fuck, maybe he’s in love with him and taking only what he can! This whole shit is terrible. Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t leave Bing-ge for Mobei-Jun. Is his king condemned to unrequited love and hot sex for the rest of his life? Shang Qinghua must dissuade him from this path! “My king, Shen Qingqiu is in love with his husband. If you… care for him more than you should, you should probably distance yourself from him.”

“What?”

Yes! He totally miscalculated! That amount of confusion from Mobei-Jun means he has no idea what he’s talking about! He isn’t pining for Shen Qingqiu! “My king, forget what I just said!”

Mobei-Jun stares in silence. Shang Qinghua interprets that particular silence as mystified consent. Good enough.

He’s obviously useless, so he should leave already. “My king, unless you need me for something, I would take my leave now.”

“Don’t go.”

Damn it! He thought he was in the clear! “My king?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Fuck. “My king… is great. He’s strong, and regal, and he’s quite intelligent. He is rational. He can be patient why it’s needed, a quality few demons have mastered. He’s a good listener. He’s… Anyone would be lucky to have him.” Now, if Mobei-Jun would let him, he’d like to go kill himself before he dies of a heart attack after having been this pathetic.

Mobei-Jun seems happy, so at least he’s not creeped out by Shang Qinghua gushing about him? Go him?

“Would you?”

What now? “My king?”

“Would you consider yourself happy to have me?”

Shang Qinghua stops breathing. Did he just hear… Did Mobei-Jun just... proposition him? Did this just happen? Is he hallucinating? Yeah, that must be it! The stress finally got to him. That’s what more plausible than Mobei-Jun making a pass at him.

“I’m waiting.”

The hallucination wants an answer. Since he’s hallucinating, he might as well answer. It’s not like there’ll be consequences. “I’d be overjoyed.” Not like anything this nice would happen to him. Shen Qingqiu gets all those flags.

He gets all the bad ones too, so maybe it balances out.

Whoa, that hallucination has a really solid hand. His brain is really good at hallucinating.

Too good at hallucinating. Way too good!

Shit that’s not a hallucination Mobei-Jun is kissing him what the hell!! He pushes back with too much strength. “My king!! What is the meaning of this?”

Mobei-Jun looks as confused as Shang Qinghua feels. “I was kissing you.”

“I know! Why!?”

“I wanted to?”

“Why!?

“Because I like you?”

Shang Qinghua’s brain short-circuits.

A few minutes later, he finds himself sitting at the Desk, a very worried Mobei-Jun calling for a healer, now. “My king, that’s unnecessary. I’m fine.”

At the sound of his voice, Mobei-Jun turns toward him. “You’re not. I’m getting a healer.”

“I am. It was just… very unexpected.” Like, the most unexpected thing in his whole life and he got transmigrated into his own book.

“I thought I did it right. Shen Qingqiu said it would be fine.”

And that snaps it out of it, because Mobei-Jun just admitted Cucumber-bro and he conspired to get Shang Qinghua where he is now, and he’ll never forgive him. He could just have told him! If Shang Qinghua had any idea Mobei-Jun was into him, he would have made the first move instead of whatever this shit was! That asshole could have at least given him more clues than “talk to him”. There will be hell to pay. Later. “My king was perfect. He has nothing to worry about. I was the one at fault. I didn’t understand what was happening. I do now, so everything is fine.”

Yet Mobei-Jun won’t stop fretting, so Shang Qinghua steels himself and puts an end to that fretting with his mouth.

Mobei-Jun stops fretting.