Zhuiling Oneshots

Feverish Night Pt. 1

Lan Sizhui had been poisoned. And Jin Ling couldn't possibly be more worried.

They had been out night hunting together, having come across a particularly nasty fierce corpse, which had managed to sink its teeth into Sizhui's shoulder before Jin Ling had severed its head completely.

They were making their way steadily back to the Lotus Pier, where they had agreed to meet three days earlier, not being able to stay away from each other for a long while. It had been just over two months since Jin Ling had confessed, and yet they had somehow managed to meet multiple times, coming over to each other's sect, with the excuse of conferences, education of junior disciples and sometimes using the trivial local matters involving demon worshipping cults that were starting to increase in numbers. They had been so happy.

Now, however, the situation couldn't have been worse.

Sizhui's head was lolling limply on Jin Ling's shoulder as the latter tried his best to carry Sizhui to a safer place. It was the middle of the night already, and without Sizhui's unspeakable sense of direction, Jin Ling couldn't find his way out of the forest they were in.

Trees surrounded them on all sides, and all of them looked the exact same to Jin Ling. Nevertheless, he tightened his arm around Sizhui's waist, then hoisted the latter's arm further up his own shoulder.

Something caught his view suddenly, and he whipped around. There was a cave a few feet away, posing a perfect place for shelter for a night.

I need to clear Sizhui's wound from the poison. I can't let it get to his brain. Jin Ling thought.

Therefore, he pulled Sizhui's lifeless form with him as he walked towards the entrance of the cave, murmuring lightly to the other that he would be fine.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, Jin Ling's eyes were clouded with darkness. He lowered Sizhui gently to the floor, his shoulder aching. Then, he lit up a fire talisman, and held it high as he looked around him. The cave was about the size of a bathroom at JinLin Tai, but it would have to suffice. The walls were rocky and uneven. It was freezing cold.

Jin Ling went out of the cave, collected all the dry twigs he could find, and dumped them in a pile at the floor of the cave. He had never done something like this before now, and crisis was taking over his already limited patience. Sizhui was hurt, and Jin Ling couldn't take it. He was panicking.

He used the fire talisman to set the twigs on fire, and even if he couldn't put them up in the perfect triangular position, it was enough.

By the time he had made Sizhui sit up against the wall of the cave, it had started raining outside, little droplets falling at their own pace.

"A-Yuan," Jin Ling muttered as he crouched down and gently tapped his lovers face. "A-Yuan, wake up. Please."

Sizhui opened his eyes slowly.

"I need you to take of your robes." Jin Ling said, his own face heating up as he said it.

There was no other way. Sizhui's injury was tucked deep inside his robes, and even though it had torn a little when the corpse bit him, it wasn't enough.

Sizhui didn't respond, so Jin Ling had to it himself. Face burning hotter than the fire which kept both of them warm, he reached out and shyly pulled away Sizhui's outer robe. He pulled away the knots of the inner robe, but didn't take it off. He just pushed the hem of the cloth behind Sizhui's shoulder.

The wound was the shape of a bite, and not much flesh had been lost, thankfully.

Jin Ling had never really seen a corpse bite, but had read multiple times about treating it. Therefore, mind set, he leaned forward, put his mouth at the wound, and sucked.

The skin around the wound was warm and red, and Jin Ling could hear his heart pounding. Sizhui hissed as Jin Ling felt most of the poisoned blood well up in his mouth. Pulling away and turning around immediately, he spat the bad blood out.

He repeated this exercise two more times, and it was done. Then, using his own outer robe, he bandaged the wound as best as he could.

It was not just embarrassing for Jin Ling to be doing this. Sizhui was his lover, but the most they had ever done was kiss. Jin Ling hadn't even yet thought about the next step, yet there he was, not being able to pull his gaze away from Sizhui's bare shoulder.

"A-Ling." Sizhui whispered suddenly, and Jin Ling turned away, face burning.

"What is it, A-Yuan?" Jin Ling said.

"Look at me." Sizhui's voice was firm and commanding. It sent shivers down Jin Ling's spine. He had never before seen this side of Sizhui.

It was... appealing.

Jin Ling slowly moved his gaze to that of Sizhui's.

The latter was out of breath, his eyes only half open as he stared up at the former. While bandaging the wound, Jin Ling had had to pull his arm out of the sleeve as well, so now the whole of Sizhui's left upper body was bare.

The mere sight did something Jin Ling, something he couldn't quite explain.

Sizhui raised a flimsy hand and pushed back a few strands of Jin Ling's hair that had come lose. Then, he moved his hand to the back of the other's neck.

Before Jin Ling could process what was happening, Sizhui had pulled his head down and was kissing him. Jin Ling hesitated a bit, then kissed back.

It wasn't sweet and steady like most of their kisses. It was hurried and passionate, their breaths mingling. Jin Ling was awkwardly crouched over Sizhui, but he forgot his discomfort the moment their lips came in contact. He would be tortured to death rather than admitting it, but Sizhui was his source of comfort.

That evening, Sizhui was relentless. He shoved his tongue into Jin Ling's mouth, not allowing the other any room for denial. He grabbed the other's waist, pulling the vermillion-spot boy into his lap, wrapping his arms around him like there was no tomorrow.