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Mu Qing was going to kill him.
Feng Xin took two steps at a time as he raced up the steps to the Imperial Palace. No doubt the other gods casting him odd looks were wondering why General Nan Yang would be bounding across the heavens as if he was going to miss the birth of his child. They were all headed in the same direction. Surely if he were to walk at a normal pace, he would still arrive at an acceptable time, perhaps even early. However, Feng Xin wasn’t climbing the imperial steps two at a time because of normal, polite society standards. No, he was striving to reach the high standards of his rival general and now life partner.
“We can not be late tomorrow,” Mu Qing had stressed to him yesterday through their private communication array. “Every god, official, and deputy will be at this meeting. I will not have you arriving minutes before we start in whatever disgusting earthly disguise you ascended in.”
Though it sounded like something he had done in the past, Feng Xin couldn’t help being annoyed that Mu Qing had repeated the accusation six times. It seemed like Mu Qing’s mood had gotten more tense the longer Feng Xin was away on his mission. It was the first time they’d been apart since becoming official so there were some downsides that neither of them had considered. Most notably was the ever-present longing Feng Xin felt in his chest. They talked often, but it just wasn’t the same. He missed Mu Qing constantly, varying only in intensity. A couple of times, Feng Xin had nearly cracked and ascended early, but Mu Qing refused him, stating they could not let their relationship get in the way of their heavenly duties. In hindsight, maybe he should have anyway because after weeks of separation, both of their fuses were cut down to nothing. It was a great injustice that even their reunion had to be shared with literally all of heaven. For a moment, Feng Xin had considered just sweeping Mu Qing away and ditching the whole thing, but even suggesting it would get his head bitten off.
The best Feng Xin could do was prove he could follow instructions and act all too eager to please his mate. So, he had made sure not only to ascend on time but to also stop by his palace for a bath and appropriate attire. He took time to wash off as much of the earthy smell that lingered on him after missions, even lathering his hair with the oil Mu Qing said paired well with his scent. After, he dressed in armor Mu Qing had never negatively commented on and pulled out the hairpiece he'd given him at the last Autumn’s festival. Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, Feng Xin had thought if Mu Qing didn’t appreciate the lengths he’d gone to for him, then there was no way to please the omega.
Finally, Feng Xin reached the palace’s front door with a relieved huff. He was happy to see a decent number of gods milling about, heading toward their designated areas but not yet taking a seat. The palace was as grand as ever and yet somehow less intimidating in its new form. Deputies and middle court officials made their way up to the balcony while only the highest ranked gods remained on the floor. The throne was still on its high perch, however a new elegantly long table was placed below with seats placed all around. It was unclear if there was a specific place set aside for each god, but Feng Xin decided he’d worry about that later. For now, he was relieved to have arrived at the perfect time and looked for Mu Qing.
And yet… he was nowhere to be seen. Surely he would have made a point to arrive before Feng Xin if only to control how they first saw each other. Maybe he was worried Feng Xin would try to kiss him immediately and so decided appearing with a grip on his ear was the safest strategy. But there was no sharp pinch on his earlobe or even a harsh whisper in his ear, and Feng Xin was sure he could never miss Mu Qing in a crowd.
Trying not to frown too severely, he continued to scan the room this time to see a white-clothed arm trying to catch his attention. Dianxia stood on the other side of the long table furthest away from the throne. Next to him was the rain master who Feng Xin was surprised had graced heaven with her presence. Perhaps this meeting was as important as Mu Qing claimed. She softly spoke only more time to Xie Lian before giving a polite nod and stepping away. By the time Feng Xin had reached his side, she had disappeared amongst the growing number of gods.
“Dianxia,” he greeted with a nod, suddenly unsure how to present himself.
“Good Morning General,” Xie Lian laughed, smiling at their formality, “How was your trip?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Successful, but not very exciting…,” Feng Xin continued to scan the room from this new vantage point. Still seeing nothing, he frowned. “Have you seen Mu Qing?
It was quick but Feng Xin could have sworn Dianxia’s smile stiffened for a moment. However, his highness replied in as pleasant a tone as ever.
“I spoke with him this morning, he asked me to tell you he was running late.”
An uncomfortable feeling began to solidify in his gut.
“Mu Qing’s… going to be late,” he repeated slowly. The words felt wrong coming out of his mouth.
Xie Lian laughed again; now Feng Xin was sure he saw added stress to his smile. “Ah, well late for him anyway.”
“Is he okay?”
“Of course!” he assured too quickly, “He said to take a seat and don’t wait for him.”
“Wh-“
“Oh look, it’s Shi Qingxuan,” Xie Lian interrupted, arms waving as if to distract. “I’ll uh, see you later Feng Xin, I mean General.”
In a flurry of white and even a quick bow, Xie Lian all but fled into the crowd leaving Feng Xin staring after him, mouth agape. This was hardly the first time His Highness had made a less-than-graceful exit to escape an uncomfortable conversation, but that then begged the question: what made him so uncomfortable?
Confusion mounting, Feng Xin noticed a couple of gods had already begun to take their seats and decided to do as Xie Lian suggested. He selected two on the opposite side of the table near the middle but closer to the back. Here they would not have to struggle to be heard, but far enough out of the way where most of the room would have to turn to give them their attention. Just as Mu Qing preferred. Feng Xin settled in and kept his eyes on the entrance. There were still plenty of officials streaming in, but not one of them could even be mistaken for his proper–and yet somehow late–partner.
The weight in his gut shifted uncomfortably, but it was unclear if it was due to worry or annoyance. There had to be a good reason Mu Qing would break his streak of obnoxious punctuality, yet Feng Xin could not think of one no matter how much he tried. The man was too stubborn to let any physical ailments get in his way which left Feng Xin to wonder if it was a personal reason. Then he considered how long they’d been kept apart. Sure it was hard and there was still a lot neither of them knew about being a mated couple so maybe he’d made a mistake, but Mu Qing wouldn’t be so petty as to prolong their suffering just to make a point. Right? Suddenly frustrated, Feng Xin leaned forward against the table and placed two fingers against his temple.
“Where are you?”
The silence that echoed across their private array was long enough for worry to chip away at his anger. Mu Qing would never let his tone go unmatched.
“I’m on my way.”
It was embarrassing to feel so relieved at being snapped at.
“Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“Dianxia said you’re going to be late. You’re never late.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“I’m not going to be late,” an even reply came, “I’ll be there before the meeting begins. Dianxia is saving me a seat.”
Feng Xin frowned again. He looked up from where his eyes had been absent mindedly burning holes into the table and spotted Xie Lian. He’d situated himself where they had been previously standing which happened to be on the very end of the opposite side of the table. The Wind Master stood next to him chatting away though she didn’t seem to have any interest taking the empty seat next to him.
“He’s all the way in the back. I saved you a seat in our normal spot. Or if you want I can move-”
“No.”
Every hair on his body shot up. The word hit him squarely in the gut, freezing its contents into solid hurt. He must be an amusing sight to anyone who happened to look his way. Mouth parted, speechless in a silent conversation, maybe even with a wetness to his eyes. Feng Xin quickly blinked that away as he tried to process what exactly that one word meant.
Perhaps having sensed this–hopefully–unintended effect, Mu Qing quickly amended, “Ling Wen’s going to want a report on your mission. There’s no need for you to shout across the entire Imperial Palace.”
That didn’t make any more sense, but Feng Xin suddenly wanted out of this conversation. Obviously, Mu Qing didn’t want to interact with him.
“Fine, talk to you later.”
With that, he snapped the array close. If Mu Qing was annoyed by it, he could deal with it on his own. Whatever his problem was today, he clearly didn’t want to share it with him.
As if drawn to the sulking god, the so-called God of Love suddenly appeared in the now unclaimed seat next to him, sporting an all too knowing smirk.
“Why the long face, Ju Yang?” Pei Ming jeered, tilting his head to make sure Feng Xin could see his mischievous grin. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Fuck off, Pei Ming,” he retorted, crossing his arm as he sat up straight.
Pei Ming only laughed. “I couldn’t help but notice the lack of a certain up-tight omega on your arm. It’s not like the missus to let you conduct yourself alone on official business.”
“He’s not my wife, General,” he snapped back. Even if he was upset with Mu Qing, it didn’t mean he wasn’t insulted on his behalf. “And I can handle myself fine.”
“Oh, can you? Because you’ve done nothing but look around like a lost puppy from the moment you got here,” he sighed, hand waving dramatically, “I thought it was supposed to be the Alpha who kept the Omega. Who knew the God of Lust would be so wh-.”
Feng Xin was this close to punching the smirk right off his face when it was whipped off for him. A sharp wince escaped Pei Ming and silenced his crude taunting. Looking up, the Rain master reappeared next to Feng Xin standing between himself and Pei Ming with a harsh grip on the latter’s raised forearm.
“Good evening, General,” she pleasantly said to Feng Xin, her smile pointedly turned away from the struggling Pei Ming, “How was your trip?”
“It was successful,” Feng Xin gaped, still trying to process the display before him.
“I’m glad to hear that. The south is so beautiful this time of year.”
“Yushi Huang…”
“General Ming Guang,” she snapped, turning up her nose at the god in her grasp, “Her Majesty wishes to speak with you before the meeting is called.”
Only then was Pei Ming released from the princess’s grasp. All the bravado he’d sat down with had evaporated. The god scrambled out of his chair and muttered something Feng Xin couldn’t catch. He didn’t even attempt to make eye contact as he all but fled the table looking like a wounded animal. Feng Xin couldn’t help cracking a smile. Who was the whipped Alpha now.
Paying the retreating Pei Ming no mind, the Rain Master turned her attention back to Feng Xin, smile pleasant as always.
“May I join you today, General?”
Feng Xin returned her smile, hoping he didn’t look too amused by her performance. “Of course, your majesty.”
They spend the rest of the time before the meeting chatting. It was rare to see the Rain Master in the heavenly realm, so Feng Xin was happy to discuss his recent trip with her and ask about her fields in return. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and Feng Xin wondered if that was the point. He hadn’t forgotten that he’d just seen her talking to Dianxia earlier. It wouldn’t be a great leap of logic to assume she was a part of whatever he and Mu Qing were scheming. But Feng Xin couldn’t bring himself to mind. The Rain Master had already improved his mood immensely. So much so, he hardly noticed when, just as Ling Wen was calling for everyone’s attention, the seat next to Xie Lian was finally filled.
Feng Xin decided not to openly stare at his partner, remembering his earlier hurt, but his eyes drifted toward him nonetheless. As always, Mu Qing looked stunning. He was dressed in an elegant black robe with a delicate crane pattern embroidered up the sleeves. His hair was pulled up in what Feng Xin knows is one of his favorite hairpieces and not a single strand was out of place. On any other day, Feng Xin wouldn’t hesitate to call him beautiful. But rejection still stung deep in his chest, so Feng Xin did his best to keep his eyes away and listen to Ling Wen as she began the meeting.
That was easier said than done. When Feng Xin found himself glancing at his partner, it was unclear if Mu Qing didn’t notice or was pointedly ignoring him. Not once did he return his glace. It wasn’t uncommon for Feng Xin to have a hard time reading the man, but it was impossible when Mu Qing wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence. Obviously, he was upset, but this didn’t feel like the other times Feng Xin was given the cold shoulder. There was no upturn of the nose or cold stare forward. Instead, Mu Qing’s eyes maintained a relaxed position towards the front of the room with his hands remained hidden in his sleeves. If anything, he looked like he’s trying to stay calm. Which was strange for a man who would never let Feng Xin think he was getting over something without an explicit apology.
But, if Mu Qing wanted to ignore him, then Feng Xin was not going to waste energy on him. There was no use over-analyzing how strange he was acting. It wasn’t outright concerning, so Feng Xin was going to save it until he could confront him directly. It’s not like he could do anything from across an ornate table occupied by hundreds of gods anyway. Feng Xin still had some sense of decorum.
That was until he heard a small gasp.
It had come from Xie Lian, but Feng Xin’s gaze snapped to Mu Qing nonetheless. His previously regal posture had been pushed forward to a barely noticeable degree, but Feng Xin could see one of his sleeves pressing against his abdomen. A rosy blush had covered his sharp cheeks and whatever peace he’d been able to display had been replaced by a thin grimace. He recovered quickly, sitting back up straight and brushing off Xie Lian’s hand from his elbow. Still, he did not look at Feng Xin.
“What the fuck was that?” Feng Xin demanded through communication array.
Mu Qing stiffened, but did not drop what was now clearly an act. “I’m fine.”
“Bullshit, Mu Qing, your face is the color of Crimson Rain’s robe.”
His lips thin into a familiar line which it did little to make him sound more convincing. “I said I’m fine.”
“Then why are you avoiding me?” Feng Xin snapped before he could keep the frustration out of his tone. “Why won't you look at me?”
There was no immediate response to that. He watched Mu Qing take a couple of deep breaths and even fidgeting with his sleeves. Xie Lian, apparently having observed their silent communication, leaned over to whisper something to Mu Qing. The tightness of his lips only deepened, but, to Feng Xin’s amazement, his eyes fluttered open. After quietly responding to Xie Lian, Mu Qing finally fix Feng Xin with a hard stare.
“I need you not to panic.”
Feng Xin, despite reeling with relief that he could finally look into his mate’s beautifully dark eyes, frowned. “Why should I be panicking?”
Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “I just told you not to panic.”
“You wouldn’t tell me not to panic unless there was a reason to panic.”
“There is no reason to panic.”
“Then why the fuck would you-”
“Feng Xin shut up!” he snapped, pausing to take a deep breath. “Just listen.”
The flush on his face returned as he looked away again, chewing on his bottom lip. By now Feng Xin could recognize Mu Qing struggling to say something. It frustrated him to no end to have to wait for his partner to finally spit out what is usually important information, but today Feng Xin could only sit in rapture as he waited for an explanation.
“I’m going into heat.”
All brain function stopped. Air ceased to enter his lungs. There was a moment before Mu Qing spoke and then a moment after. Everything in the world narrowed down to Mu Qing and a single overwhelming thought: His omega needed his help.
“HOLY FUCK WE NEED TO LEAVE RIGHT NOW!”
If Mu Qing reacted Feng Xin didn’t see it. He was going to leap across the table and sweep his omega away to the closest nest they could find. He couldn’t think, let alone calm himself. A primal instinct to protect his mate was set off, and never had Feng Xin been so close to losing control of his actions. It was a wonder he had yet to move. Just as Feng Xin was about to correct that a firm hand grasped his arm. With a violent shove he was pulled back and anchored to his seat.
His gaze was raging when he looked over to see Yushi Huang’s nails digging into his forearm. Outrage spiked as he tried to shake her off, but she held him like an iron chain. His anger quickly gave way to desperation when he realized he was not going to be able to overcome her strength. Eyes shot up to meet hers and he was struck with the crazed picture he must make. Yet he didn’t know how to change it. His mate was in trouble, how could she stop him?
“General,” she whispered, voice soothing yet firm, “You need to stay calm.”
“But he needs….”
“He needs you to listen to him,” she insisted, tightening her grip to pierce through his madness, “Do you think he wants you to make a scene?”
Feng Xin swallowed thickly. “No.”
“Then take deep breaths, Nan Yang. Listen to your omega.”
After following her example, Feng Xin’s mind cleared with multiple long exhales. There was still a part of his mind begging him to protect his mate, but with great difficulty Feng Xin pushed it aside. The Rain Master was right. Mu Qing had asked him to stay calm not two minutes–hours, days–ago. He was not an animal, he could control his instincts–no matter how many times Mu Qing accused him otherwise. If he wanted to help his partner, he was going to have to ask him himself.
“What the fuck, Mu Qing,” he managed to grit out, eyes dropping to where Yushi Huang’s was still locked to him. “How is this even possible? We literally discussed this before I left.”
Mu Qing sighed, sounding painfully tired and yet relieved on the other end. Feng Xin chanced a quick glance up and realized he must have been watching the entire time the Rain Master calmed him down. A pang of guilt washed over him for making him worry.
“I don’t know. Dianxia thinks maybe because you were gone so long–and we haven’t been through a heat together–that my body thinks you… that it’s basically throwing a fit.”
There went his breath again. Feng Xin knew Mu Qing didn’t mean to imply it was his fault, but his guilt intensified nonetheless. A gentle squeeze reminded him to take in air, and Feng Xin focused on watching Yushi Huang’s hand move from his arm to his hand. She gave him a reassuring squeeze.
“Fuck, Mu Qing, I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t need your pity,” Mu Qing snapped. Even though he still couldn’t look up, Feng Xin felt eyes on him like daggers. He took it as a sign of comfort that his love’s glare was still capable of such intensity. “I insisted you go. We had no idea this could happen. And, as I said, I’m fine.”
“But Mu Qing…”
“It’s not like this is the first time I’ve done this, Feng Xin. I've been controlling my heats for centuries.”
“But this is your first cycle with me. Your body knows exactly what it wants now.”
If it was possible, Feng Xin heard Mu Qing redden further. He also felt him grimace at what Feng Xin now realizes must be heat cramps. Considering what other painful events Feng Xin has seen inflicted upon his partner--sometimes by him--where the he didn’t even flinch, he must have been in a lot of pain.
“Shut up, I’m fine.” Mu Qing repeated despite all evidence to the contrary, “I can make it through this meeting.”
“But you shouldn’t have to!” Frustration once again colored Feng Xin’s tone, “Fuck, Mu Qing, it’s dangerous! What if you trigger an Alpha-”
“That’s why you’re over there.”
“Half of everyone here must be-”
“Feng Xin.”
Finally, he found his mate’s eyes. Mu Qing’s were wide, lines of pain beginning to crack at his perfectly constructed expression. The sight broke Feng Xin’s heart. But something else in Mu Qing’s expression kept him still. The fear, not of what his body was doing to him, but of what Feng Xin was going to do about it.
“I know what I’m doing,” his voice came smaller than Feng Xin ever wanted to hear, “Please, if they knew, they’d- there’s no way anyone would ever….”
He didn’t have to finish the thought. On the best of days, Feng Xin thought Mu Qing cared how others saw him too much, but it wasn’t as if that consciousness was unreasonable. He’d had to face a lot of cruelty on his way to where he was now, and Feng Xin’s hands weren’t clean from that. There were many reasons he’d been looked down on by others, one of which being his omega status. For centuries, his cultivation had been his only defense against them, and now that he’d paired with Feng Xin, the whispers had become crueler than ever. Even Feng Xin had been exposed to them, and it was only because of Mu Qing’s insistence that he hadn’t jumped to defend his honor.
Then… this wasn’t that much different was it? Feng Xin was always careful to be responsive to Mu Qing’s needs. He wasn’t always great at it. His partner still had a gift for getting under his skin and getting him to stalk away in a huff. But it wasn’t like Mu Qing wasn’t trying either. He’d put a lot of effort into actually saying what he means and not making assumptions. Sure, he’d reverted and done exactly that in a moment of panic, but the stakes here were greater than showing affection in front of their friends. Mu Qing had risked a lot to give them a chance, how could Feng Xin do anything but try to support his decision?
“Fine,” he relented, hoping he sounded more resolute than he felt.
Mu Qing visibly relaxed. It suddenly struck Feng Xin just how breathtaking he was. Even heat-flushed and stubbornly controlled, Mu Qing was the most beautiful man Feng Xin had ever laid eyes on. It was a mystery how he was allowed to be in a relationship with this man long enough to result in this fucked up situation.
“You have to tell me if you start losing control of your scent,” he felt the need to add, no doubt sounding like the worried Alpha he was, “I don’t want you to get dogpiled because you run out of spiritual energy.”
“Don’t be an an idiot,” Mu Qing scoffed, a new blush reaching his cheeks, “I’m not going to lose control. Dianxia agreed to help monitor my scent and energy levels.”
“Did you have this fucking planned out?”
“I have contingencies. Now pay attention. You still haven’t given your mission report.”
Once the array was closed, Feng Xin forewent paying attention to the meeting and instead kept his focus on the goddess next to him. The Rain Master continued to hold his hand captive, but her gentle patting served more to distract than restrain. Her fingertips flowed back and forth from his fingers to his wrist as if she was trying to calm the raging waters underneath. Feng Xin didn’t think her powers extended to instinct manipulation but he was willing to believe it for the sake of his nerves.
He was still vibrating under his skin. Never had he felt such little control of his own instincts and it was starting to scare him. However, he had to keep focus on that fear otherwise he’d instead hyper-fixate on Mu Qing. Phantom pains drifted through Feng Xin’s consciousness and it was hard to convince himself he was imagining it. He couldn’t let his mind linger on how much pain Mu Qing must have been in, or imagine what could happen if suddenly everyone could smell his distress. Those thoughts only made it harder to respect his wishes.
So, he kept his attention on the Rain Master’s movements and keeping himself calm. He matched his breath to the ups and downs on his arm, felt her calloused fingertips catch against his skin, and imagined she was tracing lines to till a field. The meeting had faded to a meer murmuring of voices around them. Feng Xin couldn’t even remember what the point of it was. It had to be important if the Rain Master had attended, but then it didn’t seem like he was missing much by not paying attention. Though he wasn’t sure an announcement that the world was ending would have drawn his attention back to Ling Wen’s voice.
What did catch his attention was a single sharp inhale. It was quiet, could have been mistaken for any other breath. No one lifted their head and even the Rain Master remained focused on her ministrations. But Feng Xin’s gaze snapped back to Mu Qing and he froze cold.
Mu Qing, his mate, his omega, was clutching his abdomen. A drop of sweat fell from his temple, down the slope of his searing red cheek and dripped off his clenched jaw. An image of burns flashed through Feng Xin’s mind and it’s all he can do but squeeze the hand clasped in his. He watches in horror as Mu Qing rode out what must have felt like his insides catching fire. Somewhere, Feng Xin notices Dianxia trying to soothe his friend, but his eyes could not leave his mate’s. It was only when his gaze was returned by misty eyes that he was able to think at all.
“Mu Qing,” he all but cried.
“Don’t.”
“I-I don’t,” Feng Xin’s eyes are burning, “I don’t know if I can stop-”
“Feng Xin, you can’t-”
Feng Xin watched in horror and Mu Qing actually doubled over. The loose strands of his hair fell in front of his face as his head bowed and every muscle Feng Xin could see tensed far past the realm of comfort. Yushi Huang’s hold returned to it’s restraining strength and her other hand shot down to pin his thigh. It took all of Feng Xin’s strength not to fight against her as a grimace took over Mu Qing's features, sharpening even the tear streaking down his face. His love was so engulfed in mistery he didn’t even resist as Dianxia pulled his arm so he could lean on him. It was only after spiritual energy passed between them that Mu Qing finally relaxed with labored breaths.
“You can't… make a scene.”
Begging. His beloved is reduced to begging. Fat tears rolled down Feng Xin’s cheeks as he struggled with his dueling drives to both relieve his mate’s pain and listen to his wishes.
“I can’t… I can’t just sit here.” It was a battle even the strongest would lose. Seeing Mu Qing’s distress had already reduced Feng Xin to putty. It was only a matter of time before he snapped. This wasn’t going to work. “What if I don’t make a scene?”
Even in distress, Mu Qing managed to roll his eyes. “How could you-” He winced again and firmly grabbed Dianxia’s waiting hand.
“I can think of something. Please, Mu Qing.”
His eyes didn’t open again. It was a wonder Mu Qing’s mind was working at all, but Feng Xin wasn’t surprised to see him refuse to give in. Maybe he was coming up with the plan Feng Xin was so desperately searching for. Or maybe deciding if he could really maintain control. It had to be hard for him to do so.
Finally, with great effort, Mu Qing looked at him with as much resolution as his cherry red face could manage. Again, Feng Xin marveled at how a man can look so beautiful. “Be quick.”
Relief only lasts long enough for Feng Xin to realize he has no idea what to do. He would never admit it, but plans were not his strong suit even in the best of times. Trying to come up with one while his instincts were screaming at him to just act was next to impossible. If it was him in distress, Feng Xin had no doubt Mu Qing would have thought of something instantly or even had one waiting for emergencies. Then again, Mu Qing had created the situation they were currently in, but that was besides the point. Feng Xin had to use the two brain cells Mu Qing swore he had and come up with something.
Looking around, he reassessed their situation. Nearly every major god was sat around the grand table with more from the middle court above them. All attention was toward Ling Wen at the front, but it wouldn’t take much to draw it away to something more interesting. He was sat in the middle with Yushi Huang while Mu Qing was closer to the door with Xie Lian. Maybe he could come up with a way for Dianxia to get Mu Qing out on their own. It wouldn’t be too difficult for them to slip out with only a quick distraction. It wasn’t the best idea. That would still leave Feng Xin at the meeting and he was fairly sure the strongest martial god leaving would be noticed fairly quickly.
Wait.
“Dianxia, could you please give Crimson Rain my private array password?”
Not expecting to be addressed, Xie Lian turned his attention from Mu Qing to give Feng Xin a confused stare.
“You want to talk to San Lang?”
Feng Xin had an idea. An ill-advised, incredibly stupid idea he was probably going to regret for a long time, but he was almost completely sure it would work. Gritting his teeth and stealing his resolve, Feng Xin nodded with all the determination he could muster.
“Yes. As soon as possible.”
His Highness seemed to hesitate for a moment, obviously taken aback by Feng Xin’s admittedly odd request. Still, he glanced away to speak into his own private array. Feng Xin took this final moment to pray to Xie Lian for even an ounce of his favor with the ghost king.
“How dare you use Dianxia as a messenger.”
A chill crept under Feng Xin’s skin as he heard Hua Cheng in his head. It was unsettling to have his voice echo through the array with such contempt, but there was no time to exchange unpleasantries.
“Crimson Rain Sought Flower,” he managed not to bite out. For Mu Qing. This was for Mu Qing. “I request a favor.”
Hua Cheng paused, perhaps taken aback by his cordial tone. Then an amused chuckle wrinkled Feng Xin’s nose. “How polite, General. I’ve never heard you speak so eloquently. Is this about your worthless partner Gege’s been fussing over all morning?”
Balling his fists, Feng Xin took a deep breath. Rain Master had graciously continued to hold his hand which he squeezed before replying. “It is of the utmost haste.”
Now Crimson Rain just laughed at him. “I see…. How romantic of you, Nan Yang. However, you of all people should know I assist no one but Gege so…”
A fresh wave of panic sets in and Feng Xin could not help but blurt out, “It would get His Highness out of this meeting.”
Again, Crimson Rain paused. When he didn’t speak, Feng Xin added, “And his attention won't be taken up with Mu Qing anymore.”
Still Hua Cheng didn’t say a word. For a horrifying second, Feng Xin thought his plea was going to go unanswered purely out of spite. But then, Crimson Rain replied.
“What exactly are you asking for?”
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Mu Qing was sure he was going to combust.
Like a star collapsing in on itself, every cell of his body was expelling an ungodly amount of heat. It was all he could do to not burst into flames. It had never been this bad. Normally, Mu Qing’s heats were nothing more than an inconvenience. Maybe he’d have to find a quiet place to meditate for a few days, but he could maintain his hormone levels and go about his business with only a more sour mood than normal. Not that anyone would notice. Mu Qing had interacted with Feng Xin hundreds of times over the centuries during his heats and not once had it caused more trouble than having to act above fighting him. Never had he felt the steady burn in his gut erupt into a blazing inferno at the sight of his mate or felt a desperate pull for him to finally throw himself into those firm arms and….
Mu Qing took a deep breath to clear the thought away.
No, never had his heats been like this. It had started as subtly as they always do. Maybe a slight discomfort upon waking in the morning and then a more noticeable warmth spreading through his abdomen. Mu Qing had thought nothing of it as he dressed in robes worthy of the most important heavenly gathering. But then, he remembered that Feng Xin was going to be home that day. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten--he had a hard time going more than an hour without thinking of his partner--but the thought seemed to awaken something. An intense warmth that flushed over Mu Qing’s body and made him stumble down his own palace steps. The dizziness it caused made him take a seat on the bottom step.
Of course, that was when Xie Lian arrived to walk with him to the Imperial Palace. It was he who figured out what was going on–apparently he’d experienced something similar before–and pleaded with him to stay home. The thought alone had made Mu Qing rise to his feet. Everyone knew how much of a stick in the mug he was about propriety. His absence would not go unnoticed and it wouldn't take a genius to come to at least some semblance of the truth. Even the thought of such an embarrassment was stronger than his current discomfort, so he insisted Xie Lian go ahead and see if he could get the Rain Master’s help. When he asked if he should tell Feng Xin, Mu Qing nearly fainted. No, that would not be a good idea.
Though in hindsight he probably could have come up with a better plan than this. Now he was clutching his stomach with both hands and using every ounce of his strength not to smell as panicked as he was. At some point, Dianxia had began slowly rubbing his back and sending soothing drips of spiritual energy when he felt Mu Qing’s control wane. He probably wouldn’t have made it this far without him. Perhaps he would have thought this was all done out of pity at some point in his life, but for once Mu Qing didn’t have the energy to over-think anyone else’s motivations. The only things on his mind were the consuming heat, his weakening control of his body, and his poor, fretting Alpha.
Mu Qing really shouldn’t have be that surprised by Feng Xin’s reaction. Any Alpha would go absolutely insane with the knowledge that their Omega was in heat. But it was not hormonal lust that washed across Feng Xin’s stupidly handsome face but raw fear. Under all his yelling and blinding drive, Mu Qing recognized that it was worry and a need to protect driving his actions. Which meant it was hard to be mad at him, even though it’d be really easy. Maybe he should give it a try, just to have something to distract him. The idiot was taking forever with that plan he promised anyway.
Somehow, Mu Qing heard Ling Wen finally call out for Feng Xin. He had to bite back a whimper at the idea of having to actually hear his partner’s voice echo across the grand hall. He realized with panic he may not have the will left to stand that. Meaning this could be it. The moment Feng Xin opens his stupidly pretty mouth, Mu Qing was going to throw himself at him like the needy omega he was. His pride would have led to him proving all the gossipers right and he’d be cast out in disgrace. Feng Xin had always said his stubbornness would be the death of him. Who knew it’d be so literal.
But, Feng Xin didn’t get up to speak. In fact, Mu Qing realized belatedly no one was speaking at all. The only sound was a distant white noise he wasn’t sure how to identify. Dianxia leaned closer to him as if he was going to speak, but then the grand doors behind them flew open with a bang. Mu Qing was unable to move as a rush of silver rushed past him. Hundreds, no thousands of butterflies swarmed over him and Xie Lian like an avalanche. All Mu Qing could do was stare. With a final squeeze of his shoulder, Mu Qing turned to see Xie Lian disappear. The swarm of butterflies was so thick he could see nothing but silver, yet over the roar of fluttering wings he heard Ling Wen cry out.
“Crimson Rain Sought Flower, what is the meaning of this!?”
A surprisingly joyous laugh echoed across the hall and Mu Qing swore he could see a hint of red and white blur appear in front of him on the table. He decided not to consider why they were so close together.
“My poor Gege. Banished to the back of the room. Your husband will not stand for this injustice!”
Everything felt like a dream. Gods were screaming. Furniture was being knocked over. Weapons had all most certainly been drawn. For a moment, Mu Qing considered that maybe his heat had actually killed him. He must at least be delirious with fever. There was no other explanation for the chaos around him. The butterflies continued to swarm around them, swirling in a vortex of glittery wings, yet not a single insect came within a few feet of him. On another day he would have thought this odd, but maybe they were keeping their distance due to how excruciatingly hot he was.
A gentle tug broke him from his daze. Startled, he snapped his gaze over to who ever made contact, only to be met with the wide eyes of his Feng Xin. All of Mu Qing’s thoughts disappeared and he froze under the intense gaze of his alpha. He appeared in the spot Xie Lian had just vanished from and was giving him the warmest smile. Something deep in him relaxed. Feng Xin took a moment to look him over, hands hovering, careful not to touch skin–much to Mu Qing’s disappointment. Seemingly satisfied with his assessment, Feng Xin looked back up at his face with another smile. The reassurance from his partner restarted started his mind enough to finally put two and two together.
“You put Crimson Rain’s up to this!?”
Seemingly pleased with his response, Feng Xin reached back out to help him stand. The wind from the butterflies continued to wiped around them, but Mu Qing hardly noticed as his focus narrowed down to where Feng Xin’s hand held his elbows. His wobbled beneath him–probably from tensing his muscles for so long–but Mu Qing was able to support himself well enough. That was until Feng Xin leaned over to plant a quick peck on his lips. His own were quick to try to follow, but Feng Xin pulled back too quickly. His knees nearly buckled, but a hand at his waist was there to catch him. When he couldn’t reattack their lips, Mu Qing’s head fell on Feng Xin’s shoulder, finally, finally, allowing him to smell his Alpha. Sun and sandalwood washed through his senses like cool water. For the first time all day, Mu Qing considered that maybe everything would turn out okay.
“I let him come up with the specifics,” Feng Xin said, his breath sending chills down Mu Qing’s exposed neck. “Now come on, we have to go.”
With great reluctance to move, Mu Qing let himself be led out of the grand hall with a strong grip on his hand. Now he recognized the butterflies had been instructed not to impede them. They parted around them like Feng Xin was the bow of a ship, flowing gently past Mu Qing only to continue their rampage the moment they stepped past. It was impossible to see anything else and it was a wonder Feng Xin was able to move with such confidence.
Eventually, the butterflies dispersed as they stepped through the entrance and were met with a rush of cool air. The relief for Mu Qing was instant. All the heat radiating off his skin finally had somewhere to escape too. They didn’t stop but Mu Qing didn’t mind as their rush down the stairs continued to send breeze after breeze over his overheated body, strengthening him with every step. Better yet, being dragged behind Feng Xin meant his scent wafted back to mix with every breath he took. It was potent considering so far he was only reacting to the knowledge his omega was in heat and had yet to actually react to his smell. The thought made Mu Qing wonder if he had in fact already lost control of his scent. Then again, that didn’t matter anymore. They were out of that accursed meeting and soon they’d be somewhere safe where he could finally let go. Soon, he’d be able to let Feng Xin care for him and address the burning core threatening to consume him from the inside.
They didn’t stop running until they reached the bottom of the stairs. Out of breath, Feng Xin turned to look at him again. With two strong hands now on his shoulders, Mu Qing had to stop himself from leaning in again and forced himself stand still as he was looked over again.
“Are you okay?”
Whatever clarity he’d achieved from the fresh air was quickly being clouded again with alpha. Mu Qing felt drunk on the relief just having Feng Xin look at him so closely. His warm brown eyes searching his face for distress, lingering on his lips. It was a wonder how he had gotten this far without him.
One of the hands squeezed his shoulder and Mu Qing realized he didn’t answer. Taking a deep breath, he met Feng Xin’s gaze and nodded.
Shaking his head, Feng Xin sighed. Repositioning his hold, Feng Xin pulled Mu Qing into his embrace, silencing the last of his thoughts.
“You fucking idiot,” Feng Xin whispered, tickling his ear, “There had to be at least a dozen better ways for you to have handles that.”
Mu Qing scoffed, but surprised himself with a smile. More surprising was that he found the strength to hide it before pulling away. “Shut up. You’re the one who indebted himself to Crimson Rain.”
Feng Xin scowled. Mu Qing must have been losing his mind if he found it a beautiful sight. “I’m not indebted to him! I made a deal. This was mutually beneficial!”
Mu Qing rolled his eyes, biting back that smile again. “You’re an idiot if you think-”
As if enraged at still being ignored, another powerful cramp burned through Mu Qing’s abdomen. He stumbled back with a gasp and only remained standing because of Feng Xin’s hold on him. It was now painfully clear this whole endeavor was simply his body revolting against his prolonged separation from his alpha. The mixture of pain and being pulled back against Feng Xin caused him to finally lose the battle against his hormones. He lost hold of his scent all at once, flooding the air with the smell of jade, jasmine, and distress. Being so close, Feng Xin was directly hit with it and immediately tensed around him.
“Holy fuck, Mu Qing,” Feng Xin said shakinly. Mu Qing felt his face dip toward his neck and it must have taken all of his will power to still himself. “We have to go.”
Before he could agree or respond in any way, Feng Xin’s grip shifted and Mu Qing was lifted off the ground. His arms flew around Feng Xin’s neck in a panic and he refused to believe the surprised noise that flipped out of him was a squeak.
“Put me down!” he protested, landing a frustratingly pathetic punch on his shoulder, “Feng Xin what if someone-”
“Those fuckers are still choking on butterflies and you are 1000 times more important than them anyway!” Feng Xin growled, sending tingles down Mu Qing’s spine. He was shocked into silence as Feng Xin rearranged him in his arms. He felt him take a deep breath before adding in a softer but still firm tone, “You try to relax and I’ll get us home in one piece, okay?”
Without waiting for a response, Feng Xin broke out into a jog. The indignity of it all was not lost on Mu Qing, no matter how heat-sick he was. He was a god! He shouldn’t melt the way he was. He shouldn’t feel so secure in the other man’s arms or put up so little of a fight as a supporting hand pressed his face into the crook of his partner’s neck. How humiliating that the scent of light and polishing oil could disarm him so. Could soothe even the absolute hellfire that raged in his core. He’d promised himself a long time ago that he’d never be reduced to this. That he’d never rely on anyone, especially an Alpha.
And yet… he couldn’t help but be charmed by how careful Feng Xin. How he tried to disturb him as little as possible. Or that he continued to take deep breaths for Mu Qing to match. This ridiculously stubborn man who he’d fought with for centuries was now holding him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Maybe like he was his whole world. So, Mu Qing could cut himself some slack. If he was going to give himself completely to another person, trust them with his needs; if he was going to agree to be someone’s partner and accidentally trigger what could be a heat only survivable by a martial god; if he was going to let anyone in, and let them see him like this: he knew it could only have ever been Feng Xin.
“What are you smiling about?”
No longer having the energy to fight it, Mu Qing sighed and hid his face completely in the crook of Feng Xin’s neck. He really did smell incredible.
“I was just thinking how much I hate you.”
Above him, Feng Xin laughed. Mu Qing’s heart fluttered when he felt a kiss press against his hair. “Yeah, okay.”
They reached Feng Xin’s palace soon after, which Mu Qing couldn’t complain about. He would never admit it, but he had started kind of liking the place. Not because of Feng Xin’s inability to keep things organized or the gaggle of uncivilized junior officials that were always milling about, but simply because it was so Feng Xin. Thankfully, the entire palace had been emptied so no one had to bear witness to Mu Qing’s embarrassing compliance as he was carried to Feng Xin’s bedroom.
He was sat down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands taking an shamefully long amount of time disconnecting from Feng Xin’s robes. Thankfully, it is not commented on and soon Mu Qing’s vision was filled completely again by his partner's gaze.
“You’re going to be okay, all right?”
It wasn’t obvious who he was saying that for, but suddenly Mu Qing’s throat was dry.
“I know.”
Warm eyes look up and down at him and, not for the first time, Mu Qing wondered how Feng Xin could be so fond of him. It was hard to imagine why he still looked at him with all the love in the world after the mess he made today. Maybe it was the hormones finally set loose between them, but that probably wasn’t all.
Quickly, Feng Xin leaned in to kiss him properly. A sigh escaped from one of them, but it hardly mattered who. Feng Xin’s lips were incredibly gentle locked against his. His core sang happily and yet still begged for more. However, before Mu Qing could kiss back, Feng Xin pulled away.
“I’m going to go get some supplies so we don’t have to get out of bed for a while,” he said shakily, obviously just as loath to be parted. Thinking quickly, he tore off his outer robe and wrapped Mu Qing in it like a blanket. Mu Qing felt himself flush again. “Keep taking deep breaths and call me if it gets too bad, okay?”
A comfortable daze fell on Mu Qing as Feng Xin’s scent enveloped him. It was all he could do but nod back at Feng Xin.
“Okay.”
Feng Xin smiled again and dared one more quick peck before rushing back toward the hall. “Don’t you dare try anything else stupid while I’m gone.”
Mu Qing returned his smile with a breathy scoff. “Like you could stop me anyway.”
Feng Xin beamed as he left the door. When he was gone Mu Qing took a deep breath from the robe around him and pulling it closer still.
“Hurry back.”