[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[5.] His skin and his secret. [TW]

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TRIGGER WARNING for all the snowflakes out there who have never read/watched any fucking yaoi.

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Lan Xichen tried to sleep, knowing well that there was nothing to be done – mostly, they had to wait for Jiang Cheng's core to help heal him from inside; they could only treat the surface right now. But as he was very weak, and as he was lying half-naked next to him, Zewu-Jun felt his mind racing. 

He was thinking that – to some extent – he had been blaming Sandu Shengshou for the current situation, punishing him in a way... but he was just as much of a victim as himself, perhaps even more so. He tried to imagine how he himself would feel if he had to live in a stranger's house, with another Clan, with no friends, nor family, all alone. It'd been almost five months, and Jiang Cheng had not complained, not once. 

He bit his lip; he had not been fair to him.

In the morning, the servants brought the water for the bath, and left them alone, as Master Lan said he didn't need breakfast. The disciples were crowding in front of the door of the Hánshì,  but he appeared briefly outside, and said that his husband needed peace and quiet  in order to heal in such a tone that everyone bowed low and scattered, afraid to make their Master mad.

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Lan Xichen took off his clothes, leaving just the pants on, and got to it. He now took off his husband's clothes carefully and undid his hair, placing him in the warm water. Jiang Cheng gave out a little sigh, but did not wake. Zewu-Jun was staring at the parted lips and the long dark hair, and his heart melted – the young man looked a lot like a girl, with his gentle skin and delicate features. He washed his hair, and his shoulders and back, paying special attention to his chest and the wound, biting his lips severely as his hand brushed over his husband's nipples – he was beautiful, his body was beautiful.

And finally, there came the hard part – he had to wash his lower body too. Lan Huan sighed, blushing intensely, praying to all the Gods for his husband not to wake up in this particular moment, as the situation was awkward, to say the least. 

His hands slid down to feel and rub against strong hips and plump round buttocks; Lan Xichen's face was burning when he felt the extremely soft skin of his cock, and he shamelessly wondered how big it would get if his husband was aroused. He was panting, as his hands were gently touching him, but as they slid further down, he gasped. Something wasn't right. He finished the bath in a hurry, and took Jiang Cheng out of the water to take a better look at him, placing him on the bed.

He opened his legs carefully, and stared, gaping and confused. He kneeled in the bed, mesmerized and reached out to touch, thinking that he was perhaps dreaming. The slender fingers caressed the delicate skin of the cock, the small, but firm balls, and then, further down, was a small opening, just like a girl's. Was his husband a girl, or a boy? 

Lan Xichen was biting his lip, suddenly quick to understand the soft skin, the big eyes, the silky hair. The future Clan Leader Jiang Cheng was both.

After the initial shock was over, and as his fingers were still caressing the gentle place, he felt he could not help himself but be aroused by this sight. He wondered what sex would be like with this extraordinary man. And then a quick thought flashed through his mind – he was the first one  to ever touch him, probably the only one to ever touch him, he was absolutely certain of it.

Unsure what to do next, he dressed his wound and put some light clothes on him, sharing his energy with his sleeping husband again, and making sure the room was warm enough. He got dressed too, and went to supervise the trainings for the day, but his mind was wandering back to that slim and soft body, and the disciples were wondering why Zewu-Jun was so flushed and distracted today. 

No one dared disturb him with questions; their Master was in a constant bad mood ever since his wedding. His birthday was approaching, but even the housekeeper did not dare discuss it with him.

The tension at Cloud Recesses was as thick as cheese, and everyone walked on tiptoe, especially around the Hánshì.

But all this was about to change, very soon.