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The smell of Haitang blossoms filled every inch of the room when Chu Wanning awoke.
He was alone. His eyes were heavy and his body heavier still. His memories were still jumbled in his head but he could still hold on to some of it dearly.
Mo ran.
It's with thoughts of his young disciple. The man that walked through the towns of hell to search for his fractured self.
What did it mean?
Could Mo Ran actually like him? Mo Ran had begged him, his knees low to the ground.
Shizun, I'll count to three okay?
It was bizarre and Chu Wanning could not make sense of it so he decided it was better not to think about it too hard.
He had a headache, his face held a warmth that traveled down his throat to the center of his belly.
He was prone to sickness and was familiar with the feeling of fever but somehow this felt just a little different. The heat that enveloped him felt more than physical, there was a warmth collecting towards the insides of his thighs. A heat that blazed at his chest and had him craving…something.
He wasn't sure what to name it.
A type of frenzy that congested within his brain and dulled his senses.
Is this what it felt to come back to life? Was he feeling the blaze of life run too hot in his chest?
He had never felt like this before. Chu Wanning squirmed on his bed, his legs felt like they were on fire. As if a thousand ants were walking up and down them faster and faster each time.
Unbridled and without his control an image suffused itself in his mind.
The bed is much too hot beneath him, his body feels like its melting into the sheets. There's a strong solid body above him, pressing his body down. Each point of contact from the body above him is in flames.
It's too much. Too much.
Who? Who is filling his mind like this? There's something rubbing against him. He can't—
He lifts his head up, separates himself from the blazing lips trying to eat him alive and is met with familiar dark eyes.
The gaze feels wrong, there's something dark and hungry in that pale visage that he can't comprehend.
"Chu Wanning you—"
But before he can hear the words from that mirage he is brought back to himself. The door of the red Lotus Pavilion opens with a quiet creak and Xue Zhengyong walks into the room.
His gaze is heavy and a little dazed. The room is heady with the smell of flowers and underneath it all arousal.
It's an aroma he would never think to associate with the Beidou Immortal. So much so that he thinks there must be something wrong with him before even daring to consider the obvious answer.
"Chu Wanning," His voice is softer than it normally is. It startles Chu Wanning out of his heated revere. He can feel the tips of his ears heat up but quickly recovers. He stares at him with clear eyes, his expression as wooden as usual but there's a slight tremble to his body that he can't quite control.
Xue Zhengyong swallows. Unsure if he can believe his senses but he has never been wrong before. The only thing he can trust is his senses.
"Are you— How is it possible?"
Chu Wanning stares at him with that same expression, though he is confused none of that emotion is expressed by his stance.
"What are you murmuring about?"
Xue Zhengyong, never one for intricacies or delicate approaches spits out his question.
"You're an omega?"
Chu Wanning stares at him with slightly widened eyes. His expression cold and stiff.
"I'm a beta." His voice is sure, as if explaining basic anatomy to a child, but that tremble is still there right under the thin skin of his arm.
"I think we need to have the Tanlang Elder examine you."
It is with little fanfare that Chu Wanning is examined and told in no uncertain terms that he has presented.
He stares at the wall. Unable to make eye contact with the two alphas in the room.
He can't smell them. Except for the feeling of heat when he awoke there is no changes in his senses.
"You're a regressive Omega so that is to be expected. You are also past the average age to present so it might take your body longer to adjust."
Chu Wanning says nothing. He stares resolutely at the wall. His hands, which he yearns to press together to fiddle with, remain stiffly at his sides.
Chu Wanning's cultivation does not allow for indecent fraternization. He has always assumed that he would spend his days alone. Who could want him? He was far too old to be desirable. Omegas were pretty and fair like Shi Mei. They were young and astute and sweet. Chu Wanning was cold and unyielding. He had a solid body unsuited for desire.
Omegas were treated different by society. Chu Wanning had spent very little time considering others secondary gender. It mattered little if the hand he offered was taken by a man or a woman. It mattered even less if they were alpha, beta, or omega.
Now he was forced to contend with this exact manner. Most people would spend their life time trying to reach a fraction of the level of cultivation Chu Wanning had reached. It was even less heard of for an omega to do so.
But he had already done it so would it matter?
These thoughts weighed heavy on his mind but his face remained impassive and aloof.
Above him he could hear the two alphas discuss how to proceed.
Frankly, if he could he would remove all aspects of this secondary gender but he had never been a good liar and could not imagine sullying his image by refusing something that would now be an aspect of himself.
He had always been unreachable and unliked, what would being an omega change? Nothing. He was still himself, he was still the beidou immortal.
"He's above marriage age. An unmarried omega running around your peak is unsightly."
Chu Wanning returned himself to the conversation. His expression growing colder.
"I had been thinking we should find a wife for ya' Chu Wanning."
He lifted his face towards the two alphas. Both were looking at him with curious eyes, as if seeing something entirely new.
"So what do you think Chu Wanning? If you want to hide it, I wont fault you for it but otherwise we might have to do as the Tanlang Elder suggests. "
Chu Wanning tilted his head slightly. He was unwilling to admit that he had heard very little of their conversation but gave the first question deep thought.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that hiding his second gender would be immoral.
"No, the sect law states that all students are welcome regardless of gender but they must disclose it. It would be unlawful to hide it."
"Then you think the omega hunt would be a good idea? I know its a little archaic but it is still sect law that any omega over twenty five must subject themselves to an omega hunt every three years."
Chu Wanning froze. He was familiar with laws concerning omegas but this rule had escaped his attention until now. He had read them at some point since his disciple, Shi Mei had presented quite young.
His two other disciples were alphas so there were no strict societal standards they had to adjust to. In fact, it was uncommon for an omega to have alpha disciples at all. Society was more comfortable with omegas teaching omegas and alphas and betas teaching each other.
Would they take away his disciples? A chill ran through his spine. No, Shisheng peak was on the lighter end when it came to enforcing secondary gender laws. Nothing would change.
It was also well known that an omega hunt didn't have to end with a union. Each sect had their own rules. There are few standards set in place by Shisheng peak to protect its omega disciples.
For one, Omegas are allowed to veto any participants that they do not find up to their standards. Alphas cannot bully their way into the hunt.
Two, if the omega is able to make it until day without having been claimed they are able to spend another three years unmarked. This is done ad nauseum until the omega turns thirty five, at which point they are over the preferred age for baring children and are then allowed to remain unmarried for as long as they liked. This is highly taboo and still pretty new though and Chu Wanning has not met any omegas that have remained unmarried past that first hunt.
People scorn anyone that is unwilling to bend to the hammer of fate.
Chu Wanning sighs.
Fine, it's not like he'll have many suitors beyond those dumb enough to think they can get away with insulting the Beidou Immortal.
He hated it. It would be an insulting spectacle, who would dare walk to the podium and pretend they want him?
Who would be willing to stand in front of the masses and declare themselves a competitor for Chu Wanning of all people?
He was far too old, too unlikable, he had nothing to offer in terms of the warmth expected of an omega.
He clenched his fists in his hands hard and stared calmly ahead.
"If its what must be done."
There was no need to make a formal debut as an omega. Xue Zhengyong let him know that they would be having a dinner to celebrate his rebirth, anyone who was at the dinner would be able to tell.
Chu Wanning tried to remain calm. What a joke, why create such a spectacle?
"I'll escort you."
"You don't have to do that, just because I'm an omega now doesn't mean—-"
"That's not it. I've missed your face."
Chu Wanning stilled. Five years had gone past, to him he had simply awoken after Mo Ran collected his soul fragments but to everyone around him he had been gone.
Five years… He hadn't seen Xue Meng yet nor Shi Mei or Mo Ran.
How had the years warped those youthful faces? Faced with the obvious mix of grief in happiness in Xue Zhengyongs expression he saw no alternative.
"Fine."
"You aren't going to change?"
Chu Wanning simply stood, his robes were a little unruly, his hair was peaking out of his half done ponytail but he still looked formal enough.
So what? It wasn't like—
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Mo Ran sent us a letter earlier today. He said he will definitely make it to greet you today."
Chu Wanning stilled and retreated further into his room.
"Chu Wanning?"
"Hm?"
"I thought you didn't need to change?"
Chu Wanning didn't answer him. Instead he retreated behind a screen and began to change.
The celebration dinner is an uncomfortable affair. Students sneak glances at him with the same differential fear as before but now they are accompanied by surprise and shock.
Chu Wanning bared it all with the same grace he has bared all other embarrassment. He clenches his fists and lets the tide move around him.
Seeing his disciples for the first time leaves him with an odd feeling.
The world has continued to move without him. Like an old willow tree he had remained stagnant, rooted to one spot while the world moved ahead of him.
Xue Meng has grown into a handsome youth. Chu Wanning can't help but despair that this young child he helped raise has lost the sweet chubbiness of youth without him there to see it.
"Shizun, I won at the spiritual competition."
Xue Meng's voice is full of pride, there's a slight tremor to his tone, as if he can't believe he is standing in front of Chu Wanning. As if he can't believe he gets to stand in front of his shizun once more and present him with his accomplishments.
Chu Wanning lets his face soften just a little bit, he does not smile but he is pleased.
"As expected."
Xue Meng smiles brightly before his expression crunches up in confusion.
"Shizun….your scent changed."
Chu Wanning stiffens, his back becomes rigged and he unintentionally glares at Xue Meng.
"Oh, it changed again. It was sweet before and now its sour…"
Chu Wanning was not familiar with the meaning of scents. As a former beta he could not respond to or give off pheromones so it was not something he had given his time to.
"It's so odd!" Xue Meng smiled at him, his expression seeming to tell him that he was just happy Chu Wanning was back.
At this point Xue Meng felt that he had probably gone a little too far and tried his best to recant his statement. What was he doing smelling shizun like that!
Chu Wanning watched as Xue Meng stuttered over his words before retreating into the crowd to look for Shi Mei. He wasn't sure how to deal with this new addition to his person. Because he was a recessive omega he couldn't smell others scent so any benefit that might have come from this change was null.
Rather, it seemed he had continuously gained one misfortune after another.
He had awoken after five years and missed the growth of the little seedlings he had planted, people could apparently just smell his emotions now, and to top it off the moon was creeping higher and higher into the sky and still Mo Ran had not shown up.
With the quiet of the night Chu Wanning was able to think more and more about his predicament.
He had agreed to the omega hunt because it was set in stone that omegas must participate in one after a certain age. He refused to hide it because it goes against sect law. Similar to how he had submitted himself to lashings over five years ago, he would not stop justice from reaching him.
Yet, he couldn't help but let the thought mull over in his head.
What would Mo Ran think? His shizun he had gone to the depths of hell for had come back wrong. How could Chu Wanning stand before him now so changed by nature?
Seeing an omega this old with no mating mark and still virginal. It was disgraceful and embarrassing. He never thought he would be in a situation like this and in a week, when the call for alphas is made who would even answer?
It's as if nature itself wants to force him to kneel.
It is only in this quiet moment as he anxiously waits for Mo Ran that he even lets himself consider the possibility—-
No, he's being purposefully ignorant. Just because Mo Ran had gotten him back together didn't mean he suddenly truly liked Chu Wanning. His disciple saw him as everyone else did, he put Chu Wanning in a pedestal and expected him to be a graceful statue of wisdom.
Even if he was an omega, there was no reason for someone like Mo Ran, still so young and full of vitality would want old goods like himself. Better to perish the thought.
He should be happy to know that Mo Ran at least does not hate him.
As this thought continues to swirl in his head and the night continues its patient crawl, he begins to suspect that perhaps Mo Ran will not show at all.
Better for his heart to settle.
But as this thought begins to sit heavy on his chest he hears a booming sound and the sky lights up with a thousand little twinkling lights.
He stares in awe at the message above his face heats but he can't stop a small pleasant feeling that lays to rest in his throat.
That night, unbeknownst to Chu Wanning, the Meng Po hall was covered by the pleasant aroma of freshly blossomed Haitang flowers.
From the depths of a dense forest, Mo Ran stared at the dazzling fireworks. He had so regretted not being able to see Chu Wanning on the first day he awoke but there was not much he could have done. He knew Chu Wanning would have been more upset if he hadn't gone out of his way to help those in need.
He missed his Shizun dearly.
Five years he had gone to bed thinking of that pale face as it expired. His past life and his current life merging the images together. A stitched fragmented memory of Chu Wanning in his hands.
Shizun pay attention to me.
By the time he made it to Shisheng peak it was far past the end of the festivities. Outside of Shiseng Peak the dark was like a gaping maw, ready to swallow anyone who walked into it. Walking out of that maw into the light was refreshing. Mo Ran still felt filthy, beyond the gore he had collected on the way, there was grime and dirt on his robes. The first thing he wanted to do was see Chu Wanning but he did not dare approach his shizun with so much filth upon his person.
He entered the springs quietly. There was no one else in the vicinity, all he could hear was the rush of water as it flowed lazily down the sides of the rocks. It was warm and comfortable, the steam made it almost impossible to see in front of himself.
As he made for the farthest pools of water he caught sight of a tall silhouette by the falling stream.
A familiar pleasant aroma of falling leaves in the spring, the smell of damp wood and earth, the smell of haitang flowers, spread through the deep pools pleasantly.
It was not an overbearing scent, rather it was just barely present above the other aromas of the spring. To Mo Ran it felt almost like the scent itself was teasing him, almost enough but not quite.
Without his vision this feeling only amplified and settled into the rising foggy steam of the springs. Mo Ran felt his feet taking him closer and closer to that enticing scent until he was almost bumping into the silhouette in front of him.
It was only then that he realized whom he was talking to and what exactly he was doing.
His shizun turned to him quickly, one hand raised ready to push him away, his phoenix eyes sharp and beautiful and angry widened slightly as recognition hit him.
"Mo Ran?"
Chu Wanning might have actually sunk under the water and drowned himself. What kind of situation was this? He had used the springs instead of the lake because he craved the warmth of fresh spring water but why was Mo Ran here?
Why did their first encounter have to be like this?
As Chu Wanning walked towards the entrance of the springs, he quickly made work of putting on his robe, trying to hide as much of his body from Mo Ran as quickly as possible.
"Shizun."
Chu Wanning did not answer, too focused on trying to get his robes on.
"Shizun."
He tied his robes closed, letting the fabric settle on his body. It was only then that the calming scent of the robes permeated his senses.
Something calming and pleasant. Like a sunny day after the rain, with the earth baking slowly under its bright gaze, like peach blossom wine and a little deeper under that a dangerous scent like the darkness of a lonely tree in the depths of the night.
For a second, Chu Wanning is enveloped in that warm pleasant smell, he can't help but close his eyes leaning into it for just a second too long—
"Shizun those are my robes."
Chu Wanning startles. He uses all of his willpower to lift his head from the pleasant smell of what he now realizes are Mo Ran's robes.
He doesn't respond. In the silence he can hear the mirth in Mo Ran's voice, the puff of air signifying that he's trying to suppress a laugh but Chu Wanning is unyielding. Rather than accept his mistake, Chu Wanning simply finishes tying of those blue robes and walks out of the springs.
"Wait! Shizun don't leave without me!"
He hears shuffling as Mo Ran stuffs himself into his white robes, once Mo Ran catches up to him he takes a minute to truly look at him. Under the light of the moonlight he can see the sharp edges of Mo Ran's face.
He's grown so much in the past five years, he is no longer the youth he remembers, he feels a small amount of yearning for those years he missed. He failed to see Mo Ran grow into this body. He's taller than Chu Wanning now. Where before he had to look down, he is now forced to look up if he wants to meet Mo Ran's eyes.
They walk next to each other calmly. Chu Wanning listens as Mo Ran tells him of the half-decade he missed. He has become a formidable disciple without Chu Wanning and that causes an ache of its own. He feels a little too warm, Mo Ran's robes are large on him and he feels surrounded by that heady smell that he is unable to recognize as pure alpha pheromones.
For his part, Mo Ran has already noticed something is different. The smell of Haitang blossoms does not dissipate as they grow farther from the springs. If anything, the smell has been growing stronger and stronger since he put on Chu Wanning's robe. He feels a little dizzy and without consulting him it seems like his lower parts also really enjoy the sweet scent. Thankfully, though Chu Wannings robes are quite small on him, leaving his ankles uncovered by its length, there's multiple layers that all cascade around him, which is enough to hide his rising hardness.
By the time they finally reach the red lotus pavilion, Chu Wanning is so hot he thinks he might boil right there and then. His face is flushed red and his eyes feel hazy. He must be falling sick.
"Shizun, are you feeling okay?"
Mo Ran's voice cuts through the haze of heat that is beginning to render him useless.
"Mo…Ran?"
He feels himself tip over, his body loose and incontrollable, there's something wet and sticky leaking down his legs. It's all far too much and he can't make sense of it.
He feels Mo Ran pick him up and tries to weakly bat him away but the heat has overtaken his sense of propriety. The way Mo Ran holds him forces his face towards the crook of his neck. It is here where Chu Wanning recognizes the origin of that wonderful calming scent. It is only here that his head becomes a little less stuffy and he can regain some of his dignity.
"Put me down Mo Ran."
But Mo Ran does not listen. He walks into the Red Lotus Pavilion, where the scent of haitang blossoms is at its strongest.
"Shizun, I—"
Mo Ran walks towards his bed, stops right in front of it and finally looks down at Chu Wanning. His face is a mirror of his own, red and hazy.
"Are you—? This is—"
"I'm an omega Mo Ran."
Mo Ran looks at him with wide shaky eyes.
In their past life Chu Wanning had always been a beta. Mo Ran had taken him in every way possible, he knew Chu Wanning's body inside and out. Suddenly, there was a strangeness to Chu Wanning, something unknowable to him.
"Why? Did I make a mistake? Shizun did I—"
Taxian-jun was relentless, day and night he would bury himself in the pleasures of Chu Wanning's body. At some point he had attempted to force Chu Wanning to present. He had given him aphrodisiacs', bathed him in artifacts that were meant to force people to become omegas, had tried forbidden techniques upon him to try and force him to become an omega that could bare his children. Taxian-Jun had not been successful, until the day Chu Wanning left that life, he had been nothing but a beta.
So why was it that now on this second life he had presented as an omega? It made no sense, had Mo Ran done something wrong. Did he mess up somewhere along the way? Was it his fault?
"There's not a lot of information on the Rebirth technique. It's possible this is simply a symptom of being reborn."
Mo Ran sighed heavily against Chu Wanning. In their past life he had wanted Chu Wanning to be an omega so badly, he had wanted to force him to have his children, force him to withstand the humiliation of the whole cultivation world looking down upon him as a broodmare. In this life he had never once wished this upon Chu Wanning. He felt that his pride could not take it.
"Shizun, I—"
But before he could continue to express his regrets, his despair at having fucked up something along the way, because surely this was his own fault. He must have done something wrong— the smell of haitang blossoms becomes stronger. Chu Wanning's body is feverish in his hands, his face a sweet blossoming red. Mo Ran has to stop himself from dragging both of them unto the bed. There's a smell coming from Chu Wanning, beneath the blossoms and beneath the smell that makes Chu Wanning himself, is the unmistakable smell of heat.
"Shizun, I think you're in heat."
He feels his Shizun stiffen beneath him, where his body had been trying to squirm off his grasp he was now as still as the dead. This on its own was enough to put Mo Ran on edge, if it weren't for the terrifying heat coming from his shizun he would be reminded of that day upon the lake. But Chu Wanning's body was warm. He was alive. That was enough.
"Shizun, I'll go get some help."
He had heard that omega heats were unbearable without a partner and Chu Wanning was much older than most omegas were when they hit their first heat. Beyond that, Chu Wanning was so pure, there was no way he would know how to take care of himself. He placed Chu Wanning down delicately upon the soft bed and made to retreat.
Already, the smell of heat was having its effect on him. His c*ck was a heavy presence beneath his robes, his sweat was making it hard to see in front of him but before he could make his escape he felt a hand grab on to the side of his robe.
Chu Wanning's pale hand was grabbing on to his robe with fervent strength.
"Shizun?"
But Chu Wanning could not get the words out, had no way of saying what he needed. The heat was unbearable, the pressure on his lower body might actually kill him. The idea of anyone else seeing him like this, the idea of Mo Ran seeing him like this was detestable. However, there was a fuzzy feeling in his head blocking most of his reason.
He had unconsciously raised his hand towards that white billowing sleeve. He tried to force his hand down, let Mo Ran leave so he could try and navigate what was happening to him but he simply couldn't.
Mo Ran was right there and his smell and touch was like a cooling salve upon his soul.
"Don't—"
This was all Chu Wanning could force out of his throat, he was too used to his dignity and his pride to say it out loud. He wanted Mo Ran to stay, he needed Mo Ran to stay but he could not say it, could not push those disgusting words out of his mouth.
Who was he to ask for that attention? Who was he to beg Mo Ran to stay by his side? To soothe that ache in his soul? He was his Shizun, he should not harbor nor want these things from his disciple. Yet, that hand stayed resolutely grabbed on to that white robe.
"Shizun wants me to stay?" Mo Ran's tone was odd, Chu Wanning could not make out what it meant. It was rough and ragged and hurt.
He did not respond, he closed his eyes and pushed his head towards the bed, hiding his boiling face against the cool pillow.
Mo Ran stayed.
"Shizun…I think you're having a spontaneous heat…"
"Hm?"
"It— Until you—Having an alpha can help soothe it but unless Shizun— Unless Shizun….releases….it wont pass."
Chu Wanning groaned.
"Shameless." He whimpered against the bed, his voice was quiet but the shakiness of his heat was already taking him away.
"Shizun, I need to go and find someone that can help—"
Chu Wanning kept his hand on that robe and gave no response.
"This disciple— I—"
Mo Ran couldn't get the words out. He wanted to say "I need to get someone to help Shizun" but the only help Chu Wanning could receive now would include being touched…being touched by someone else….and that was unbearable.
"Shizun, this disciple can help but Shizun has to…Shizun has to say this disciple can help."
Chu Wanning lifted his eyes, they were drowsy with heat exhaustion.
He did not respond but his head gave an almost unperceivable nod.
Mo Ran sat on the edge of the bed and forced Chu Wanning's hand away from his robe. His heart sunk as he heard the low whimper of displeasure coming from his shizun at the loss.
"It's okay Shizun, this disciple will help. It wont hurt for long. Just do as I say okay?"
Chu Wanning groaned, his body already felt as if it was not his own. He had no idea what Mo Ran was talking about, did not understand what this process would take from him. All he knew was that he was in his nest, surrounded by all of the things that belonged to him, the only thing that did not belong to him was Mo Ran. Still, he felt comforted by that scent that he had never met before but yet felt so familiar.
"Hm…"
"Shizun…this disciple is going to take off your robes."
Chu Wanning momentarily stiffened but his mind was too far away, his heat too heavy. He let Mo Ran remove his clothing. He wanted to curl up and die. To present his alpha with this body, unsuitable for baring children, unsuitable to sweetness and care, it was simply too much for him to bare.
He curled away from Mo Ran, his hands around his stomach as he felt the prickly sensation of tears begin to well at the ends of his eyes. He used all of the will he had left to force himself to remain as calm as possible but those tears continued to gather.
"Shizun…Wanning…"
He startled at the sweet mention of his name, said with so much reverence that it hurt.
"Let me take care of you Wanning."
He turned slowly, those dark eyes bore into him like he was something precious, as if Mo Ran was staring at a most beautiful jewel and not his unlikable self.
He nodded again, a little firmer this time, but refused to make contact with those eyes again. There was too much left unsaid in those eyes and he was so dizzy with heat he was worried he would read too much. He was worried that he would wake the next day and think himself wanted.
He felt gentle fingers reach for his face, two strong calloused hands came to rub at his cheeks, sweeping his hair back and clearing away those pesky tears.
"Wanning…"
He felt heavy lips press against his own thin mouth. Mo Ran kissed him slowly as if he was trying to eat him whole, as if Chu Wanning was a meal he wanted to savor.
He wasn't sure how long they kissed for, his heat making time go by slowly and then quickly. He could feel Mo Ran's hands touch his sides, slowly rubbing at his hips and the swell of his legs before reaching down in that warm liquid spot Chu Wanning dared not think of.
Those fingers grazed him carefully, assessing him with a familiar ease that Chu Wanning could not confound. How many times had Chu Wanning done this? He felt a prickle of anger swell in his chest before those fingers began to rub at him softly. He groaned into Mo Ran's mouth before he could help it. Ashamed by his inability to control himself he tried to regain his composure, trying to swallow all of those gasps and moans that Mo Ran was producing.
"Wanning, Wanning…." Mo Ran kept saying his name like a prayer, like an incantation to revive a holy god.
That blasphemous mouth crept down his body, stopping at his neck, his shoulder and his belly until it mortifyingly came to rest between his legs.
"Mo Ran, what are—" but his sentence was cut of as he felt a wet appendage lick up that liquid slick that had made its way out of his body. Chu Wanning bit his lip hard, causing it to bleed, he felt like sobbing.
The feeling was so unfamiliar, so unknowable to the Beidou Immortal, that he simply didn't know how to react. He swallowed those cries of pleasure, refusing to let them escape his mouth and stain the ears of the disciple in between his legs.
"Wanning,"
"Is that all you can say?" Chu wanning cried out in outrage shame at his inability to push Mo Ran away. Spiritually he was much stronger but he felt locked in, felt that if he stopped Mo Ran right now he might actually go up in flames.
He heard a soft laugh come from Mo ran and huffed.
Mo Ran was intoxicated. He had never tasted Chu Wanning like this. Taxian-jun had never had this privilege, this was Mo Ran's alone. He teased at that opening with slow deliberate swipes, pushing his tongue in and out languidly. His intention was not to hurt Chu Wanning, he didn't want his Shizun to feel pain the first time he was touched in this life.
This time it would be different. It mattered very little that he was just helping his Shizun. The only thing that mattered was that Chu Wanning had nodded, had let Mo Ran in, even if was out of desperation. Mo Ran would do his best to convince his shizun to afford him seconds. Even if at the end of the day Chu Wanning were to chose another. It would be painful but Mo Ran would be happy to stand beside him. If every day he could gaze upon Chu Wanning's face, healthy and fair, he would be fed for the rest of his life.
Mo Ran shuffles Chu Wanning around, lifting those lithe legs up to allow himself more space. He licks the length of Chu Wanning's pretty cock. In the past life he had never had this privilege, emperor Taxian-Jun chased only his own pleasure. In this life he would never taken anything from Chu Wanning, he would only give.
Chu Wanning lost the fight against himself the moment Mo Ran engulfed his cock. He could feel that pulsating wet mouth surround him, sucking at the head only to take him in as deep as he could over and over. A moan escaped him, a heartbreaking sound, something like extreme pleasure and sweet pain. Mo Ran could dream of that sound every night. Could be brought to hardness at a single note of that painful moan.
Mo Ran was steady in his ministrations, bringing Chu Wanning to the brink of pleasure. Chu Wanning could feel himself losing control far too quickly, he pushed his hands against the top of Mo Ran's head.
"Mo Ran stop this instant I—" but as if spurned forward by that moan, Mo Ran only sucked harder, taking him entirely in his mouth as Chu Wanning helplessly pushed against him as he came. Mo Ran could feel that molten heat fill his mouth. He had never tasted Chu Wanning in the past life, so he did not know if this was usual for the man but it was common for omegas to have particularly sweet tasting spend. He swallowed it all down without hesitation. Chu wanning's legs were pressing against his head, the omega was still coming down from his first taste of pleasure and his body was still tense, his legs trembled and his eyes were closed tightly shut. Mo Ran lifted himself a little bit, letting Chu Wanning come back a little from that heat. He let his hand find one of Chu Wanning's clenched fists and plied it to open that palm until he could thread his fingers through his.
"Wanning….look at me…."
Chu Wanning kept his face turned to the side, his eyes clenched tightly shut. Now that he had cum once his mind was a little bit clearer and he could not bare the shame of forcing Mo Ran to help him get through a heat.
He felt firm fingers come to rest on the side of his face, trying to maneuver his head forward but he refused with as much strength as he could muster. How could he face his disciple? How could he show his face ever again after placing Mo Ran between the wall and his sword? What choice had he given Mo Ran when he grabbed on to his robe but to help him? His face flushed with self hatred. He was disgusting. He was no beauty, he didn't possess the tender youth of Shi Mei or the graceful patience of Madam Wong. Being an omega did not suit him.
Finally, after continued gentle probing from those firm fingers he turned, just a little. He opened his sharp eyes and forced himself to look at his disciple.
"Mo Ran…" but the words escaped him. He couldn't, what could he say that would fix this?
I'm sorry I made you stay? I'm sorry I'm so shameless? I'm sorry you picked this indecent Shizun above anyone else?
He swallowed down as much of his pride, tried to harden his thin face, force the words to come to him.
"Shizun, this disciple apologizes!"
"Mo Ran…I shouldn't have made you stay."
Both spoke at the same time, their eyes finally meeting above that hazy heat.
The first to break the silence, as always, was Mo Ran.
"Shizun didn't make me stay."
Chu Wanning forced himself to keep a wooden expression, unsure what to say, he kept his gaze steady.
"Mo Ran, you don't need to lie. I know I'm not suited to be an omega…My body is unsightly…" Chu Wanning clenched his teeth together, forcing himself to be just a little honest hurt, his chest was heavy and that heat kept messing with his reactions. It was as if he was beneath a layer of water, floating just beneath the surface tension.
He felt two hands come up to his face, securing his head between two strong hands, when had those hands gotten so big?
"Shizun…Wanning…"
"You! How often do you think you can get away with—" but he was again not allowed to finish his sentence. Once again that strong mouth clashed against his own, licking and biting at him, forcing him to open his own mouth and allow Mo Ran's devilish tongue to explore at its leisure.
They kissed for a long time before Chu Wanning, needing to breath, pushed Mo Ran away.
"Y-you!" Why was Mo Ran teasing him? Was he punishing him, did he know? Did he know?
"Wanning," Dark, almost purple eyes met his intensely.
"I like you Wanning."
Chu Wanning stilled. His hands were clenched tightly, his nails pushing hard against the frail skin of his palm, drawing blood.
"Mo Ran, don't punish this master." Chu Wanning's tone was dark but in between that anger and that denial was a smidge of delicate hope.
"I like you, Wanning."
The words were painful, they felt like a thousand little stabs hitting his chest at once. He's lying,
why would he?
"I'm unlikable. I'm cold, people stay away from me."
Mo Ran tilted his head.
"But I like you. I want to spend time with you."
Chu Wanning forced himself to keep a steady gaze, searching for the lie in those words.
"I'm ugly. No one will believe I'm an omega."
Mo Ran brought his face down and placed his forehead against Chu Wanning's. He had yet to receive a true response to his confession but he knew Chu Wanning well enough to know that these refutes were all but a denial.
He could feel his heart swell in his chest.
"Wanning, I've never met a more enchanting creature."
Chu Wanning could feel the edges of his eyes redden, his nakedness and his heat left him nowhere to hide and he could feel a flush spread across his face slowly.
He felt cold lips touch his forehead reverently.
"No one could keep me away from you Wanning, much less yourself."
Those lips crawled down to his face, kissing his eyelids and his nose tenderly. Chu Wanning couldn't take any more and his defense tactic was always the offense.
"What are you smiling for?"
Mo Ran stared at him with a wide smile bright like the sun.
"Shizun likes me." Words that he never thought he could say, words that didn't belong to him passed his lips. For a minute he thought the heavens might strike him for even uttering those words after the years of violence he had force on the man beneath him, but they didn't.
The rain was pattering softly outside, there were no harsh rains or thunderstorms, just the light rain that that wiped the world clean.
Chu Wanning sputtered, his anger subsiding only as the heat began to rise again, the incessant need to be filled and be released.
He did not deny Mo Ran. How could he? After all this?
No, he could fight it and try to escape but at the end of the day he could never deny Mo Ran.
He allowed himself a whimper as Mo Ran's touch turned hotter, those hands trailing down his body, each touch hotter than the last.
Mo Ran's body was pressed deep against his own as that hand came to rest on his cock, lazily stroking it up and down, but that was enough to have Chu Wanning on edge.
Mo Ran exhaled deeply against him as he pressed his cock against Chu Wanninng's, he stroked those two cocks with precise movements, calmly moving up and down even as the fervent need to take screamed in the back of his head.
"Shizun, I'm not going to fuck you."
Chu Wanning, his mind half gone, could barely understand those words. His alpha had just confessed but he wasn't going to take him? Why? Had he messed up? Did he do something wrong?
"Tomorrow. After the Omega Hunt…If Shizun lets me—" Mo Ran felt a little silly suddenly. Chu Wanning had said he liked him but that didn't mean the man wanted to spend the rest of his life tied to him. Yet, he forced those words out with careful desire.
"If Shizun lets me, Wanning if you let me, I want to stand at that podium and let everyone know."
Chu Wanning huffed against him, more confused as the tightness in his stomach increased with each stroke of his cock against Mo Ran's.
"What?"
"I'll stand on that podium and I'll tell them all Chu Wanning. This disciple, Mo-zongshi, likes Chu Wanning."
Chu Wanning let a whimper escape his mouth, unable to stop himself any longer he pushed against Mo Ran, lifting his face to meet his in a wet messy kiss. Since Chu Wanning was not very experienced but had been the one to initiate, Mo Ran let him lead, the kiss was messy, mostly teeth and lip. It was the best kiss Mo Ran had ever received. He increased his efforts, bringing Chu Wanning to that cliff of pleasure once again.
"Will you let me Wanning? Can I? Tell me I can."
Chu Wanning felt like sobbing. Never would he have thought he would be in this position, moaning beneath his disciple, beneath his Mo Ran. Never did he think he would hear those words.
This disciple, Mo-zongshi, likes Chu Wanning.
"Please, Please, Wanning."
Quietly, with as little fanfare as possible, Chu Wanning nodded against the crook of Mo ran's neck.
At the feel of that nod, a nod he would not have felt if he had not been looking for it, Mo Ran increased his efforts and both men came, Chu Wanning first and then Mo Ran.
He looked down at the debauched man beneath him and spread that sticky cum against the plan of Chu Wanning's stomach.
In his past life he had thought it unfortunate that Chu Wanning was a beta. He had wanted, tremendously, to feed his seed into that unwilling whole and have Chu Wanning bare him a child. He wondered, idly, if he had done enough. If perhaps in this life he would be allowed that dream.
Chu Wanning lay tired against his chest. His heat was not over, Mo Ran would have to pleasure his Shizun more throughout the night to thoroughly rid him of that incessant heat but for now he let Chu Wanning lay against him, feeling the warmth of that steady beating heart against his own.
Tomorrow, he would stand amongst his fellow sect members, amongst any stupid souls that dared think they could own Chu Wanning, and declare himself an acolyte for the beautiful man laying on his chest.
For now though, he was content to spend the night next to his shizun, enjoying the weight of his body against his own as their hearts beat in perfect synchrony.