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The rain over the borderlands didn't wash anything clean; it only turned the churned earth into a slick, black mud that smelled faintly of iron and horse manure. Inside the sagging canvas of the makeshift infirmary, the air was suffocatingly warm, thick with the sharp tang of medicinal herbs, bitter spirit, and the unmistakable, musk-laden haze of two bodies thoroughly entangled in the dark. Both victims of seeing the human trafficking of illegal war prizes and other rings firsthand whenever a province became impoverished. Shen Zechuan had been hiding as a field medic in the Southern borders and working his way up from the past slowly. Xiao Chiye had been a soldier for around 4 to 5 years too, but the debt always came back. As did the alleyways, and the misery. The two of them have begun to ally and rely on each other.
And right now, in this moment, this wasn't a paid exchange. Shen Zechuan wasn't just a client, Xiao Chiye wasn't just flesh. To put a realistic damper on it, whenever they hooked up, Xiao Chiye's mind still had to drift elsewhere at times. But he was also skilled in utter enthusiasm downstairs.
Shen Zechuan lay pinned beneath the heavy, solid press of Xiao Chiye’s chest, his shoulders braced against a pile of folded wool blankets. Disguised as a common field medic, his outer robes were thrown aside in a tangled heap, leaving his pale skin exposed to the dim lantern light. Between his long, slender thighs, his delicate, pink pussy was slick, swollen, and stretched wide around Ce'an’s thick, relentless thrusts.
He had been begging for more than Xiao Chiye's hands and the intermittent spills of hot wine from Xiao Chiye's lips as lube.
Now, every slide of Xiao Chiye’s hips sent a sharp, gasping thrill through Lanzhou’s core, his toes curling into the rough canvas floor as Ce'an hit every sensitive, aching nerve inside him with infuriating, practiced precision.
"You're a ruthless host, Second Master," Lanzhou gasped out, his hands gripping Ce'an’s broad, sweat-glistening shoulders, his nails digging into the dense muscle.
"And you're a terrible customer, doctor," Xiao Chiye growled low against his ear. His rhythm didn't falter, a brutal, deep pulse that had Lanzhou’s hips bucking uselessly against him.
Earlier, Lanzhou had slapped a cup of expensive imported wine out of Ce'an’s hand, citing 'medical discipline' in the camp. Out of sheer, petty spite, Xiao Chiye had surreptitiously swallowed a heavy dose of a potent pleasure draft—a secret trade secret from his days as a high-end gigolo after his stint as a prisoner of family debts, wars, conflicts—and channeled his annoyance directly into his waist.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The wooden cot groaned beneath them. Even as Xiao Chiye pounded into Lanzhou’s soft, wet heat, his dark eyes remained sharp, unnervingly focused on the rough wooden crate beside the bed. Spread across the timber was a draft of the current casualty rosters—the real, unedited death tolls of the border campaign that the commanders were hiding from the capital.
Multitasking came naturally to a man who used to survive by reading the faces of desperate, wealthy patrons while plotting his own escape. While his lower half worked Lanzhou into a breathless, weeping mess, Ce'an's calloused hand occasionally reached out, dipping a charcoal stub into ink to tick off names on the parchment.
"Ce'an..." Lanzhou whimpered, his voice breaking as another wave of intense, drug-fueled friction rippled through his lower stomach. He reached up with a trembling, pale hand, his slender fingers gently sliding over the parchment, covering the death lists, and pulling Xiao Chiye’s chin down. "Focus on me."
Xiao Chiye let out a low, rough exhale, dropping the charcoal. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Lanzhou's, his thrusts turning deeper, slower, and mercilessly thorough until Lanzhou was crying out into the quiet night, his body shivering through a violent, back-arching climax that clamped hard around Ce'an’s length. When the tip hit his cervix right after he already came, he involuntarily shrieked from pleasure-pain, and ejaculated a stream of liquid squirt all over Xiao Chiye's cock. Xiao Chiye began to fill him more as he came too.
Shen Zechuan stared tearing up, sobbing from the sheer conquests of his internal spots, too deep, too full. His vulva was already sore, and as would be the rest of him.
"Ngh! AH- -A-A--YE-IT'S TOO MUC—"
When Ce'an finally poured himself out fully, deep inside him, with a heavy, guttural groan, the heat was highly overwhelming until the aftershocks finally settled and pooled in Lanzhou's belly, even then.
Silence settled over the tent, broken only by their ragged breathing and the distant patter of rain. Lanzhou lay spent, his thighs trembling, feeling the heavy, pulse-like warmth overflowing from his core.
"Ce'an..." Lanzhou murmured softly, his dark, lacquered eyes gleaming through a haze of tears as he looked up at the man lying over him. "You came so much... what if I..."
Xiao Chiye raised a single dark eyebrow. He didn't pull away; instead, he slowly withdrew his length, leaving Lanzhou’s soft, pink entrance weeping and open, thumb rubbing his clit, and slid two long, calloused fingers deep back inside the slick heat to keep him open, one finger going into his back hole too, and instantly making Shen Zechuan shiver from wet orgasm again.
Slick and volumes of Xiao Chiye's seed kept dripping out of his swollen cunt messily, like evidence pouring endlessly, never truly gone unless Ce'an cleaned him out properly, thoroughly, only for them to soon go at it again (especially if streams of cleansing water were replaced by Ce'an using his tongue to eat him out and give him mind blowing head).
With his other hand, Ce'an took Lanzhou’s wrist, guiding one of Lanzhou’s long, neatly trimmed nails right against the small, raised scar low on his own groin, near the base of his slit, and the down to his scrotum.
"Feel that?" Ce'an murmured, his voice dripping with dry, cynical humor. "I have a vasectomy, Governor-Doctor. What, didn't think I was prepared at all times?"
Lanzhou blinked, his lips parting slightly in surprise.
"You're not the first to ask, although it's usually wealthy duchesses that are worried about that. They have their own solutions though, but still, why bother being uncareful? A man in my former line of work can't afford accidental complications," Xiao Chiye continued casually, his now three fingers curling internally inside Lanzhou’s vaginal walls, wringing out a soft, helpless gasp from the medic. "Though... if you're truly worried about your own safety in this war zone, you should consider copper. An newer IUD form, but effective. Who knows if you'll end up marrying some old minister temporarily once this war is over? But hey—give me a call if he turns out to be unstable on his pleasure drugs. He might just be one of my former clients—"
Mmmph— ('What gives?' Xiao Chiye wanted to ask)—
Shen Zechuan didn't let him finish. He didn't like thinking about all these flea ridden people Xiao Chiye had fucked for cash. He reached up, cupped Xiao Chiye’s jaw, and pulled him down into a deep, desperate, silencing kiss, tasting the faint trace of bitter wine and iron on Ce'an's lips, drowning out the cold reality of the casualty lists waiting for them in the morning.