Editor: Marcia
The prequel to TDDUP
NSFW a little
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Ch’in Ching fell into a deep slumber that night, but
when he awoke the sun had not yet risen fully. The window paper was a dim grey.
Hugging
the quilt, he stared at it for a while before he noticed his clothes had been
changed and he did not feel sticky or uncomfortable. He marvelled at the fact
that the man had taken the time to provide aftercare this time.
He left
the bed and took a few steps. The man probably applied a new coat of medicine,
for his behind felt slightly moist and cool. Walking tugged at the wounds a
little, but it was nothing severe. He took out a lined cotton robe and put it
on before washing his face and mouth at the bedside bowl.[1]
After the routine, he pushed open the door, and a gust of wet, winter wind
belonging to the south country hit him. The horizon was slowly whitening, but
in the near distance were thick, black clouds that might bring a cold shower
later.
Ch’in
Ching stared dumbly at the sky until the cold seeped into his robe and made him
shiver. Only then did he remember to head to the kitchen to boil some hot water
to warm up. He turned to find smoke rising out of the kitchen chimney. The
thin, pale strand of smoke was like a lonesome ghost struggling in the grey
dawn light for a few yards before grudgingly dissipating.
“You’re still here?”
Ch’in
Ching ambled over and watched from outside the door as Shen Liangsheng made
congee. Only when his nose itched and he sneezed did he step over the doorsill
and close the wooden doors behind him, shutting out some of the chilliness.
“What
is the time?” Once the doors were shut, the kitchen became even darker. Ch’in
Ching gravitated towards the only light source, the radiance of the stove fire,
and grabbed a stool to sit and warm his hands.
“The
middle of the Hour of the Snake,”[2]
Shen Liangsheng answered coolly, revealing to the doctor that the sun had risen
long ago. It was only because the weather was bad and the skies were overcast
that the sun was still not visible at this hour.
“Winter
sure came early this year.” After warming up by the stove, he started to feel
drowsy again and yawned. He found the stool to be extremely uncomfortable for
his bottom and his waist to be rather weak. He spotted Shen Liangsheng from the
corner of his eye, so he simply leaned against the man’s leg. After yawning
again, he let his eyelids droop, appearing sleep deprived.
Shen
Liangsheng let him lean on his leg and did not reply to the small talk. After a
moment, however, Ch’in Ching felt a hand on his head softly brushing his untied
hair.
“You
know, you needn’t do this.” Ch’in Ching looked up at the man. “I’m not blaming
you for anything.”
The
standing man tilted his head and looked down into the doctor’s eyes as if
waiting for more.
“Shen-hufa, forget not.” Ch’in Ching looked
back smilingly, his eyes still earnest and warm in the crimson firelight. “I
love you.”
“Ch’in
Ching.” Shen Liangsheng picked a different response for once. As he pushed the
loose strands back behind his ears, he replied in a low voice, “Forget not your
own words.”
After
long, silent eye contact, it was the hufa
who bent down and kissed the doctor on the lips. With his tongue, Shen
Liangsheng nudged them open and captured the man’s tongue, but he did not
advance farther, only locking the tips of the tongues in a sensual game. In the
quiet gloaming, the shallow kiss seemed to hold an intangible intimacy.
The abrupt cry of
a bird from the yard broke the tranquility. Immediately, Shen Liangsheng drew
back and walked to the main hut, not returning for some time. Ch’in Ching
guessed the man had sent out a smoke signal that summoned the Hsing Sect’s
messenger bird, and when he returned to the main hut as well, it was as he had
predicted. Shen Liangsheng was standing at the desk writing something with borrowed
ink and paper. On the edge of the desk perched a small falcon that twisted its
head to study Ch’in Ching with its apparently intelligent, black, beady eyes
when he entered.
Given his discretion, Ch’in Ching did not peek and
only walked to the small room attached to the main room. He found a new set of
bedding to switch out the utter mess that was on the bed.
“It’s
fine if you have matters to tend to,” Ch’in Ching said as he spread a new cover
over the quilt. “Looks like it will rain soon. How about you take an umbrella
with you?”
“No
need.” Shen Liangsheng replaced the brush and folded the rice paper small
before slipping it into the tube on the falcon’s leg. He walked to the yard to let
the bird go, and when he returned, he had with him a bowl of hot congee. He saw
the doctor had already undressed and gotten into bed, wrapping himself in the
quilt and leaning against the headboard, so he commanded flatly, “Eat before
you sleep.”
“I’m not
sleeping.” Ch’in Ching took the congee and spoke between bites. “It’s too cold
outside, so forgive me for not seeing you out. If you have time…” He looked up
at Shen Liangsheng’s face, but as expected he could not discern anything. “Come
again when you have time.”
“I’ve
sent a message.” The taller man also sat down on the bed and watched the doctor
eat. “I shall leave in the evening.”
“But the
roads are rough at night.”
“It won’t
matter once I become familiar with them.”
Ch’in
Ching only wanted to make small talk, but he noticed the implied meaning behind
the hufa’s words. He glanced up
thinking it was too tricky to find a decent response, so in the end he stuck
the spoon near the man’s mouth. “Want some?”
Surprisingly,
Shen Liangsheng opened his mouth and ate the spoonful. Ch’in Ching watched his
thin lips open and close and could not help but lean in and steal a kiss. After
taking advantage of the hufa, he
acted oblivious and innocent, his sly smile making him look like a player in
scholars’ gown.
When the two men finished the congee together, one
spoonful each at a time, Shen Liangsheng took the bowl and placed it on the
table. By the time he turned back around, Ch’in Ching had scooted back,
clearing a space for him, and was patting the bedding. There was a crooked
smile on his face, a prime example of a little man feeling grand. “Care to join
me?”
Ch’in
Ching’s bed was quite large, having a roof and a canopy, and there was more
than enough room for two men. At the head of the bed was a row of hidden
drawers that held some books for casual bedtime reading.
Ch’in
Ching pulled open a drawer and took out a few at random while Shen Liangsheng
removed his boots and got into bed. The latter leaned back against the
headboard and pulled the doctor into his arms, man and quilt in one bundle. The
two each picked a book and began to read, the air about them calm and soothing
for once.
Before
long, it began raining but not heavily. The sound of the drizzle was audible
only because it was so quiet inside. A volcanic glass lamp stood on the
headboard. Ch’in Ching had especially requested it from his shifu so he could read at night. The
glass shade was ground very thinly and glowed with a light amber ombré. Several
crab-apple flowers were carved at the bottom where the colour was the darkest,
and in the candlelight they gave off a tinge of sensuality.[3]
The
bitter wind and icy rain could not intrude into this space. Snug and warm in a
thick quilt, Ch’in Ching had a beauty in his arms…no, was being held in a
beauty’s arms, leisurely flipping through a book on some dynasty from centuries
ago.
On the
other hand, Shen Liangsheng had in his hand a book on circles and formations.
It should not have been a casual read but for some reason had been placed in
the drawers by the doctor. After reading the first pages, it slowly dawned on
the hufa – Ch’in Ching likely had
read this frequently in his childhood, judging from the occasional lines of
handwriting in the blank margins. They were not proper notes but rather stray
thoughts.
“Rain
for three days. When will the sun come out? Hsiao[4]-Rong
said she wanted to go lotus-watching. Afraid she will forget if this rain
continues any longer.”
“A’Mao
next door gave birth to a litter of pups. Want to ask for one to raise. Shifu won’t let me. Stubborn old
geezer.”
“Told Hsiao-Rong. She said she will take care
of it if I ask for one, but her mom said no, too.”
“Knew I
should not go out when the date is near, but could not help myself. Hsiao-Rong was beside me when the attack
happened. Scared the wits out of her. Told her this illness is like the blood that
girls get. When it comes, it comes. When it’s gone, everything is fine. Ended
up getting scolded by her, though. What did I ever do?”
“Shifu grounded me for two months because
of what I did. O Buddha, please rescue me.”
“Sneaked
out to find Hsiao-Rong but was caught
by Shifu before I made it out of the
alley. Now it’s three months. Shit.”
“I
think I might be in love with Hsiao-Rong.
Curses. Now I’m really in shit.”
Shen Liangsheng flipped through page by page. After
nearly the time of a burned incense stick, Ch’in Ching
turned to talk and spotted the handwriting on the page. He paused as though he
just remembered the existence of this book in the drawer. He shook his head
while chuckling quietly. “That’s from ten years ago. How embarrassing for you
to see.”
“How
old were you?” Gaze not leaving the book, Shen Liangsheng flipped over another
page and asked nonchalantly.
“Fourteen?
Maybe fifteen.”
“What
happened afterward?”
The
doctor did not understand, so Shen Liangsheng pointed a finger at ‘Hsiao-Rong’ and glanced at him obliquely.
“Nothing
happened. Shifu and I moved away, and I never saw her again.”
“Do you
feel regret? She was your childhood sweetheart.”
“Hah,
are you jealous, Shen-hufa?” Ch’in
Ching shot an amused look at the man. “There was a reason, of course. I won’t
live very long, so I shouldn’t waste a fair maiden’s time.”
Hearing
this, Shen Liangsheng put the book down to observe the doctor’s expression, but
he found no trace of sadness, as though he were not discussing his own death.
“Because
of your illness?”
“Something
like that.”
“No
cure?”
“There
wasn’t one, but one might exist now.” Ch’in Ching also put down his book and
sat up straighter in the man’s embrace. He said while looking at the man, “I
asked you for a stalk of huai-meng ts’ao
to find one.”
“Mhm.”
Shen Liangsheng’s expression was mild, more befitting the situation where the
topic of discussion was a complete stranger.
“Shen-hufa, your reaction truly breaks my
heart.” Ch’in Ching leaned in, joking. “Or are you saying you wish my death could
come early so that you can find a new husband sooner?”
“Ch’in-taifu.” The taller man pulled him back
close and slid his left hand underneath the quilt to tap the doctor’s butt
lightly. “‘Tis not wise to forget the pain after the wound heals.”
Ch’in Ching was reminded of his suffering the previous
night and his expression stiffened. Too afraid to be cheeky any longer, he
flipped open the book and resumed reading.
He was
now well-behaved, but Shen Liangsheng’s hand not so much. It remained under the
sheets and began by caressing the doctor’s thigh over his pants before moving
upwards to his abdomen, slowly massaging over the undershirt.
At
first, Ch’in Ching only felt the comfort of the massage, so he relaxed and let
the man work until the man parted his shirt and touched his bare skin. Fingers
sliding around his waist, the doctor realized the impending danger and put down
his book in a hurry. Holding the man’s hand down, he said with a frown, “Actually,
Shen-hufa, my wound has not healed
quite yet. It still hurts, you see.”
“Don’t
move.” Shen Liangsheng whispered in his ear. “I’m just going to touch. Nothing
else.”
“…”
They had explored what was permitted and what was taboo to the point that Ch’in
Ching’s body held no more secrets, yet his cheeks still flushed at the relatively
mild phrase. And soon, the peach red migrated all the way to his ears.
Perhaps since he had verbalized his intentions, Shen
Liangsheng began to let his hand act freely. And since clothing was a
hindrance, he opted to strip the doctor clean in the sheets, pulling out the
shirt and pants and tossing them aside.
Ch’in
Ching’s only reaction to his undergarments slowly being dragged off and thrown
out in an indescribably erotic manner was his cheeks turning a deeper shade of
red. He marvelled at how a seemingly proper, chaste man could be so…
So…what
exactly? But not even the smart, cheeky Ch’in-taifu could find the right description now.
“Looks, average. The skin, however, exceptional.”
Shen
Liangsheng’s hand wandered leisurely over the naked body – the nipples, the
waist, the cheeks, the thighs. Ch’in Ching could not see the man’s movement
through the thick quilt, but he could feel very clearly where his hand was
going, the amount of pressure applied to each caress and the faint tingles. The
member that had been tormented the night before was gradually reacting to the
stimulation, and his breathing hastened as well.
“Even
this part is soft and silky, like that of a virgin.”
Shen
Liangsheng had touched every piece of skin he could possibly touch and knew
very well that the doctor was aroused. His open palm slid down to his crotch
and closed around the member. Shortly after some gentle strokes, it completely
hardened. Although it was not as thick or long as his own, it was nothing to
ignore. The straight length was delicate and silky to the touch like the skin
of a baby, and the tiny hole on top was already a little damp.
“…nonsense.”
Ch’in
Ching was responding to “like that of a virgin,” but Shen Liangsheng
misunderstood on purpose, breathing in his ear. “If you don’t believe me,
Ch’in-taifu, see for yourself.”
Before
the utterance came to an end, Ch’in Ching’s left hand that was outside the
quilt was led back under the sheets by a hand of Shen Liangsheng and, partly by
force and partly by persuasion, began touching his own chest, repeatedly
rubbing over his nipples before sliding down together to hold the hard shaft.
After stroking a while, the hufa’s
hand left to roam down to the sac and cup the two globes.
Aroused by the man and unable to stop himself now,
Ch’in Ching continued his stroking while the man massaged his sac. Exploding
with pleasure, he reached release in less a pot of tea’s time, dirtying the
brand new sheets.
While
Ch’in Ching was flushed red and panting, Shen Liangsheng appeared undisturbed.
The latter began fondling instead the doctor’s nipples, switching between one
and the other, as if the two nubs were his personal playthings.
“Say,
don’t you ever undress when you have sex?”
After
catching his breath, Ch’in Ching sat up straight escaping the man’s hand and
looked at him as he questioned. He did not wait for the answer, however, and
dipped down to latch onto the knot on his belt with his teeth and pulled it
apart.
“You
know, I’ve been thinking about stripping you naked for a long time now.”
Thinking
to himself what the great saint once said, ‘tis impolite not to reciprocate,
Ch’in Ching worked on taking off Shen Liangsheng’s outer robe while teasing
verbally. All the while, he kept eye contact with the man so that he could
abort should danger present itself. That was the disadvantage of being the
weaker – only those with power and leverage could toy with and pick on beauties
as they wished.
Shen
Liangsheng was much hardier against the cold than the average person, only
donning a single layer underneath his outer robe even in winter. Ch’in Ching’s
hand paused at the knot buttons and continued after he spotted no objection on
the man’s face. When the man’s tight, bare chest came to sight, his heart
skipped a beat.
Next,
he took off the man’s underpants, and out jumped the culprit that was twice
responsible for his torturous ecstasy. Under the volcanic glass lamplight, its
head was red, swollen and leaking, announcing its prolonged arousal.
“And
here I thought you were in control…” Ch’in Ching flicked the member lightly,
chuckling. “I didn’t notice it through the quilt, but I bet it’s been hard for
quite a while, huh?”
Shen
Liangsheng only looked back at him steadily, but Ch’in Ching kept pushing at
his limits, teasing in the man’s ear, “I thought that mantra of yours requires
much inner strength and control? What’s wrong now?”
“How
about instead of talking, Ch’in Ching, you use that mouth of yours to do
something else?”
When it
came to the battle of the tongue, Shen Liangsheng had never let Ch’in Ching
take an easy victory. Once again, he easily silenced the doctor with a single
utterance. The latter faltered and bit his lips, asking, “Do you really want
it?”
Shen
Liangsheng did not answer, but his action spoke loud and clear. Holding the
doctor’s head, he pressed it downward.
Ch’in Ching let the man guide him down to that
monstrosity. When it came too close, he closed his eyes and let it into his
mouth, but he could only fit half of it before it touched the base of his
tongue.
Ch’in
Ching only held it in his mouth, and Shen Liangsheng did not rush him, either.
After giving the doctor some time to get used to it, he guided his head back
and forth.
The
shaft was truly not of usual size, so much so that Ch’in Ching’s cheeks were
stretched and sore, leaving no room to suck. He managed to wiggle his tongue to
slide it against the length as he tried to provide some suction. At times, he
could lick the tiny hole and taste the salty, musky flavour of the man’s fluid.
He did not feel disgusted at all and even swallowed it along with his own
saliva while gazing at the man.
Under
the lamplight, Shen Liangsheng’s brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes
partly lidded. With his tall nose and thin lips, his countenance belonged to
one lacking in emotion and desire but presently revealed a hint of arousal,
which made Ch’in Ching’s heart skip another beat. He was the one serving
another man with his mouth, but he couldn’t help his own member feeling excited
as well.
The man showed absolutely no sign of release even when
Ch’in Ching’s cheeks were too sore to continue, so he could only abandon the task
and crawl up to speak near the man’s ear. “Shen-hufa, it appears impossible for my mouth to complete the job…” A
pause, and then he pressed his voice lower, speaking at a nearly inaudible
volume, “Could you do it with your own hand? I’ve always wanted to watch you.”
Opening
his eyes to the request, Shen Liangsheng put on a rare, ambiguous half-smile
and replied lightly, “Since you want to so badly, take a good look.”
With
that said, Shen Liangsheng actually took hold of his own member and began
calmly stroking under the doctor’s gaze. He watched the naked man kneeling
before him begin to get hard again and, apparently impatient, soon lean in
putting his renewed erection against his hand, quietly requesting, “Help me,
too.”
Shen
Liangsheng circled his free arm around the doctor and pressed their bodies
together, chest to chest, shaft to shaft. Back and forth the two members rubbed
against one another, one head wetting the other.
Hugging
the taller man, Ch’in Ching moaned quiet sweet nothings in the man’s ear.
“Your…feels so nice…like this…”
“Oh?”
With raised brows, Shen Liangsheng reached around the doctor and slipped a
finger in with the ointment as lubrication. “Doesn’t it feel better inside
you?”
“You’d
better not…” Ch’in Ching snapped back to reality after the threatening remark.
“We can discuss this n-next time.”
“You
should’ve considered that before you tempted me. It’s too late to play innocent
now. Ch’in Ching, you’re bound to cause trouble with that reckless attitude of
yours.”
Strangely,
Ch’in Ching did not reply after the utterance but instead looked back at him
with a smile. Only after a long time did he speak. “It’s not often I hear you
say so many words.” He paused and then added, “I love you.”
Shen
Liangsheng held his gaze but remained silent still and sped his hands. He
stroked their lengths together in his left hand while he slid a finger of the
other hand in and out of Ch’in Ching, scratching a certain sensitive nub from
time to time. Very soon he pushed the doctor to his climax, but perhaps because
of overindulgence, there was little ejaculate and Ch’in Ching was left limp and
panting on the taller man’s chest.
“You’re thinner than when I met you.” Shen Liangsheng was
still fully erect but seemed not to be in a rush. He brushed the doctor’s back
and traced the protruding shoulder blades.
“Yeah.
Maybe soon I’ll be on my way to enlightenment and the other world. Would you
like me to take you along?”
“Ch’in
Ching.” But Shen Liangsheng responded with an unrelated question. “You keep
mentioning love, but why are you not worried this time that you might waste
somebody’s time?”
“Well,
I got a question for you, too!” Ch’in Ching continued the lighthearted banter,
giggling. “After I die, will you have a problem finding a husband or finding a
wife? If not, why should I be worried?”
Not
returning the banter, Shen Liangsheng pressed the doctor’s head down again,
commanding, “Suck it some more.”
The
obedient Ch’in Ching did as he was told, but the taller man did not spare him
this time. He thrust into the warm cavity roughly until saliva dribbled all
over slurring the doctor’s words, and he could barely breathe, and tears filled
his eyes. Only then did Shen Liangsheng release his hot load in the man’s
mouth, but he did not pull out and instead forced the man to swallow most of
it.
“Cough-cough-cough.” Ch’in Ching’s
reaction was not one originating in disgust but simply from being choked. When
he spoke again, his voice was very hoarse.
“Rest
assured, Shen Liangsheng…” Ch’in Ching looked up at the man with a hand on his
chest as though he was still catching his breath and the other hand wiping away
from the corner of his lips a drip of milky white. “You and I will end only
when death parts us.”
[2] 9am to 11am
[3] Crabapple flowers, 海棠花, are
among the most beloved flowers in China and were often found in the imperial
gardens along with the Yulan magnolia, moutan peony and osmanthus. Many poems
and songs of praise and admiration can be found throughout Chinese history, but
perhaps the most famous story is Emperor Xuanzong of Tang (685 – 762) comparing
the sleeping face of his most beloved concubine, Imperial Consort Yang, who is
regarded as one of the Four Beauties of China, with the crabapple flower.
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