Chapter 45: Staple Food

The brocade canopy stirred, casting flickering shadows from the candlelight. The crimson hue filled the room, tinting the man’s bare white skin with a faint orange glow. Yet, this warmth did nothing to soften the man’s cold demeanor; if anything, it made him appear even more aloof. He lay completely unclothed, his long black hair spilling over the brocade quilt across his chest.

The red was dazzling, the black absolute, and the white pure as snow.

A youth sat neatly at the bedside, his clothes immaculate, lips painted an alluring red, carrying a gentle yet strange smile. His slender fingers moved unhurriedly across the man’s body. The man’s beautiful face betrayed no emotion; his deep green phoenix eyes were shut tight, the corners lifted slightly, exuding an icy indifference.

“Big brother...” The youth buried his head in the man’s neck, his soft, wet tongue slowly licking the length of it. “Big brother, big brother...” He murmured as if possessed, calling softly. The man’s eyelids stirred; his hand, once limp upon the red brocade, gradually curled into a fist.

Beigong Qiyi inhaled the faint chill of the man’s scent and laughed softly. “Su Dongpo once composed ‘Song of the Cavern Immortal’ to praise Lady Huazui for her unrivaled beauty, but I think the opening lines of that poem suit you best, big brother. Do you know what those first two lines are?”

Beigong Juechen didn’t reply, and the youth seemed unconcerned by his silence. “You’ve read more poetry than I ever will, of course you know. But I want to recite them myself.” He traced the man’s rosy lips, his jet-black eyes tinged with orange-red, like a fire burning. “Big brother, open your eyes.”

Beigong Juechen ignored him, not so much as twitching his eyelids. Beigong Qiyi’s expression darkened, and the hand pressing on the man’s lips tightened. “Big brother, look at me.”

Beigong Juechen pursed his lips, slightly impatient. “If you have something to say, say it. If you want something, do it quickly.” His tone was cold and arrogant, showing not the slightest hint of submission. Beigong Qiyi looked at him, his face calm, and then slowly smiled. “Big brother, your posture in this situation is truly irresistible...”

The man snorted coldly. Beigong Qiyi sighed. “Well, your nature is as such. But that’s precisely what I like most about you.” The youth bent down, kissing the man’s lips, already bruised from abuse, and whispered, “Skin of ice and bones of jade, naturally cool and sweatless. You carry your own scent and seldom sweat, so perhaps the poem isn’t quite accurate for you.”

“Besides,” Beigong Qiyi stroked Beigong Juechen’s cheek, “I’ve never seen Lady Huazui, but your beauty surely surpasses hers.”

“And what about you?” Beigong Juechen suddenly spoke, lazily opening his eyes and gazing at the red cinnabar mole between the youth’s brows, a faint smile playing on his lips. “You’re probably the most strikingly beautiful man in the history of the Beigong clan, aren’t you?” His face darkened. “A man with the looks of a woman, doomed to a difficult fate. If not for the protection of the Beigong name, you’d have ended up as a plaything in a brothel, used by countless people.”

Beigong Qiyi listened quietly, only applauding and laughing after the man had finished and shut his eyes again. “You’re right. I remember the day trouble struck Lichuang, mother took me to offer incense, and the master said that unless I soared straight to the top, I would end up destitute and buried without a grave. He also said my fate revolved around one person, that my life and death would be determined by forces outside my control. Now I think about it, he was right. That person must be you, big brother.”

He paused, then continued, “But to be fair, I resemble you quite a lot. When you say I look like a woman, aren’t you also referring to yourself? And even if I lost the Beigong surname, who’s to say I’d be used by thousands? Right now, big brother, you’re truly under me.”

Beigong Juechen’s face turned livid, and he suddenly kicked at the youth beside him. Though his movements were feeble, his strength suppressed, the kick only made Beigong Qiyi’s body sway.

Beigong Qiyi straightened, unconcerned, and laughed lightly. “You’re indeed formidable, big brother. To move again so soon. But you’d best not waste your energy. The gift I’ve prepared for you won’t be so easily undone.”

“What kind of curse is it?” Beigong Juechen asked coldly. Beigong Qiyi slowly undressed as he replied, “It’s called ‘Bind,’ as in bondage.”

He was now naked as well, his youthful freshness interwoven with budding muscle, yet it suited him perfectly. His skin was flawless and smooth as jade, his legs straight and long, hair cascading down to his waist and partially covering his taut, narrow hips, inviting and seductive.

But the only one privileged to witness this sight kept his eyes tightly shut. Beigong Qiyi nestled onto the man, their bare bodies pressed together without a gap. Feeling the warmth of the skin beneath him, Beigong Qiyi smiled in satisfaction.

His slender legs gently parted the man’s powerful thighs, positioning himself between them. His own aroused member rubbed hard against the base of the man’s legs, eliciting a slight stiffness in Beigong Juechen’s body, his brows drawing tight.

Beigong Qiyi kissed his lips soothingly, his hardened sex now fully erect, pressing at the entrance to the man’s depths. He rasped, “Big brother, I’m sorry. I can’t hold back anymore.” With that, he lowered his waist and slowly entered, unable to restrain himself any longer...

Yet just as he entered the man, the world spun suddenly, and he found himself thrown to the floor. Beigong Qiyi clutched his chest, coughing up a small mouthful of blood. He looked up in disbelief at Beigong Juechen, who was now propped up on the bed, staring at him expressionlessly.

“Impossible,” Beigong Qiyi shook his head in shock. “Impossible, big brother you...” Before he could finish, he saw fresh blood trickle from the man’s tightly closed lips, and in the next moment, Beigong Juechen collapsed heavily onto the bed.

“Big brother!” Beigong Qiyi cried out, ignoring his own injury as he rushed forward to grab the man’s wrist and examine his condition. His face gradually cooled. He released the man’s hand and seized his sharp, cold jaw, forcing his head up. Blood stained his lips, lending him an uncharacteristic vulnerability.

“You hate me so much? You’d rather die than let me touch you?” The youth sneered, his fingers pressing so hard his knuckles turned white. Beigong Juechen coughed, blood spilling from his lips.

Droplets of blood fell onto the double-lotus motif of the crimson brocade, as if the blossoms were blooming from blood. Beigong Juechen’s long lashes trembled, cold sweat trickled from his brow. Beigong Qiyi gazed at him with a complex expression; his heart was raging, yet seeing the man so fragile stirred an involuntary surge of pity, mingled with a wild urge to destroy and break him. For a moment, Beigong Qiyi felt overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.

“You know this won’t hurt me much, but will only worsen your own injuries, yet you still exhaust your last strength. You’re so steadfast, big brother, but when facing Qi Yong, you let yourself go like a wanton creature. Or do you think I’m too young to satisfy you?” The storm within forced Beigong Qiyi to vent all his fury onto the one who caused it.

Beigong Juechen’s face was pale, but he opened his sharp green eyes to look at Beigong Qiyi and coughed low, “Even if I die, I won’t let a beast like you have your way. Beigong Qiyi, not only do you look like a woman, you even act like one.”

Another slap landed hard on the man’s face, the already swollen cheek turning darker and purple where the marks overlapped. Beigong Juechen lay limp on the bed, laughing mockingly, “Beigong Qiyi, you are the disgrace of the Beigong clan!”

The youth clenched his fists, his stormy black eyes fixed on the man’s red lips. He gripped the man’s jaw and wrenched it, silencing that arrogant laughter. Beigong Qiyi shoved his fingers into the forced-open mouth, teasing the wet, slippery tongue.

Saliva mixed with blood trickled from the corners of the man’s mouth. Beigong Juechen closed his eyes and turned his head away. The youth’s other hand toyed relentlessly with the man’s chest, his gaze growing darker.

He forced Beigong Juechen’s long, powerful legs wide apart, exposing the hidden rose between them—deep red and alluring. Beigong Qiyi knelt, pressing his fully erect member against the entrance, then thrust in deeply.

Beigong Juechen’s body shuddered, his closed eyes and long lashes quivering violently. The youth gripped his legs tightly, the dry warmth of the passage squeezing him, causing Beigong Qiyi to frown. “Relax,” he rasped, patting the man’s hip.

A faint smile tugged at Beigong Juechen’s pale lips, but he squeezed even tighter around the youth. Beigong Qiyi’s brows knitted in pain; he stared coldly at the man, sneering, “If you’re going to clamp down so hard, I’ll force you open.” With that, he spread the man’s legs even wider, pinning them to the bed, his member grinding ruthlessly through the dry passage.

Beigong Juechen’s face was ashen, his defined hands clutching the sheets. His jaw, once dislocated, was now reset, but he kept his lips pressed together, uttering not a single moan.

True to Beigong Qiyi’s words, he wrought open the man’s body, hot fluid seeping from the walls within. The youth’s movements grew easier, thrusting fiercely into the body he’d coveted for years. Each penetration left streaks of blood, blooming like flowers within the man.

Beigong Qiyi panted as he kissed Beigong Juechen’s pale lips, his tongue ravaging the man’s mouth. Beigong Juechen didn’t flinch, instead biting back even more fiercely.

The taste of blood lingered between them, but neither retreated. The youth’s movements quickened, as if determined to devour the man whole. A surge of heat flooded deep inside, and Beigong Qiyi collapsed atop him, gasping for breath.

For a moment, Beigong Juechen seemed dazed. He looked up at the crimson canopy, closed his eyes, and said, “Now that you’re finished, get off me.” Beigong Qiyi propped himself up, gazing at the man beneath him. The man’s face was pale but calm, his lips stained with blood. Beigong Qiyi’s expression changed, and he teased, “On the bridal night, big brother, the night is still long...”

As he spoke, he flipped Beigong Juechen over, leaving him kneeling on the bed, and entered from behind once more. The humiliating position made Beigong Juechen’s face darken; he grabbed Beigong Qiyi’s hand on his shoulder and rasped, “Change positions...”

Beigong Qiyi raised his brows but shook his head with a smile, raining kisses on the man’s shoulder blade. He murmured, “I like this position. I like taking you from behind.” He thrust forcefully. “Do you feel it, big brother? I’m inside you.”

Beigong Juechen endured in silence, his gaze shadowed, as Beigong Qiyi gripped his shoulders and plunged deeper each time. When he hit a spot within, the man’s body gave a barely perceptible shudder.

It was enough... The youth laughed quietly, striking that spot again and again. Beigong Juechen’s head lifted, his bloodied lips parted, but still no moan escaped.

Beigong Qiyi leaned back, drawing the man onto his lap, plunging deep and grinding against that spot. Beigong Juechen’s hands clenched the brocade tightly, but at last, a low moan slipped from his lips.

Beigong Qiyi’s eyes gleamed; he gripped the man’s waist, thrusting harder and deeper. Beigong Juechen kept his eyes shut, his own aroused member swelling and hardening.

Behind him, the youth sighed with pleasure, hugging the man tightly, their bare chests pressed together. Another surge of heat spilled into that spot deep within. Beigong Juechen pinched the inside of his thigh cruelly, stifling the urge to climax.

Author’s note: At last! Completely devoured!! You know the title~!

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