Thread by @heavymetalchem

But #ruocheng where WRH loves watching his precious JC be taken apart. It's not about sharing, no, it's about letting others understand how precious JC is, and know that they can never, ever touch him.

Not without WRH's permission.

I have slept and have ideas. Eventually might be allcheng but we'll see.

🔞, voyeurism, exhibitionism, maybe dubcon?

Of course, the one who got the privilege most often was WRH's loyal right-hand man, Wen Zhuliu.

WZL was always stoic, but there was a bit of excitement evident when he returned from a very successful mission.

Other Wen cultivators could only swallow their jealousy when they were dismissed but WZL was invited to WRH's private chambers. JC was at WRH's side as always, and they saw the way JC's cheeks turned pink, how he ducked his head shyly.

But they bowed their heads and left quickly when WRH's hand settled around JC's trim waist.

WZL knew just what to do once they were in WRH's chambers. He waited as WRH settled against the head of the bed. "You may begin"

WZL wasted no time in pulling JC to him.

He knew he wasn't permitted to kiss JC on the lips. Only WRH could do that. But he tasted JC's body as he stripped him of his robes. When JC was bare before him he shrugged his own robes off, accepting the oil offered by a smiling WRH.

JC was beautiful and flushed and panting.

He moaned as WZL's cock slid into him. "Ah, Zhuliu-ge!"

"Does my A-Cheng feel good?" WRH asked softly, stroking himself.

"Mn," WZL grunted. He dug his fingers into JC's hips. "May I?"

"You may," WRH purred. "Fuck him until he cries."

It was the highest privilege. JC made the most wonderful sounds as WZL pounded into him, stuttering WZL's name when WZL got just the right angle, pleading for more. It took all WZL's self control not to come right then.

But his self control was why WRH let him do this.

He kept going, holding hard enough to bruise, until JC was begging to come. But it was only when WRH said "Come, then, A-Cheng" that JC let go.

WZL didn't stop, maintaining his brutal pace into JC's oversensitive body, until finally the tears appeared.

"There we are," WRH said.

His voice was tight, his cock flushed and hard, glistening at the tip. "Here, A-Cheng, your reward," WRH said, guiding JC's mouth to his cock.

WZL didn't stop, forcing JC down on WRH's cock with every slam of his hips.

"You may finish now, Zhuliu," WRH said.

With a harsh gasp, WZL finally let himself go. He lost the rhythm as he came, cock twitching as he heard the wet sound of JC struggling not to choke on WRH.

He pulled back to stare at his handiwork, committing it to memory. JC's twitching hole, wet with WZL's spend.

"That will be all, Zhuliu," WRH said. His fingers were still tight in JC's hair, holding him down on his cock. JC's eyes were half-closed, face wet with tears and spit.

WZL bowed respectfully and pulled his clothes back on.

He heard WRH's low groan and dared to sneak a glance. Come was dribbling out of the corner of JC's mouth, his eyes were glazed, his body limp in WRH's lap.

WZL swallowed hard. He would do anything for WRH. Anything to be allowed this privilege again.

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Link to top and also a #zhucheng tag for the first part!

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#rencheng

LQR didn't approve of how WRH had taken JC for his own. Of course, the Wen sect was too large, too powerful for anyone to say anything.

It was normal for LQR to be upset, though. JC had been his student once. It was normal teacherly protectiveness.

That's what he told himself, anyway.

But when he went to Nightless City for a meeting with WRH, hoping to avoid open conflict between their sects, what he felt when he saw a smiling JC serve WRH wine wasn't protectiveness.

It was jealousy.

And WRH saw it.

"A-Cheng, you remember your old teacher, don't you?" WRH asked.

"Of course," JC said with a bow. "I hope Lan-laoshi is in good health."

"I am, thank you," LQR responded politely. He seethed as WRH pulled JC into his lap.

"I've taught JC many things as well," WRH smirked.

"A-Cheng, would you like to show LQR what you've learned?"

JC's eyes widened, then he tucked himself into WRH's side. WRH laughed. "Don't be shy, A-Cheng. I know LQR would love to see your new skills."

JC turned to look at LQR through lowered lashes, cheeks pink. "Are you sure?"

"Well, Qiren?" WRH brushed his thumb over JC's plush lips. "Shall we wrap up business? Sign the agreement and I'll let you find out how good at sucking cock my A-Cheng is."

LQR was going to sign the agreement anyway. He knew he would have to, to protect CR.

If he was being honest with himself, he knew he would have tried to negotiate harder before agreeing, though.

But he couldn't bring himself to regret anything as JC knelt before him, pushing aside the many layers of LQR's robes to pull out his cock. JC's eyes were so bright as he looked up, LQR's cock in his hand. "I'll do a good job, Laoshi," he said earnestly.

LQR let out an undignified whine as JC's soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He would write so many copies of the rules for this later. While doing a handstand. And he would kneel in the ancestors hall.

But with JC's clever tongue massaging at him, sucking as he bobbed up and down, engulfing LQR in wet heat, LQR knew it would all be worth it. His hands twitched where they were placed on his thighs.

"Do you want to touch him?" WRH asked.

LQR glared at him. WRH was watching, slowly palming over his own crotch. He raised an eyebrow. "Well?"

JC hummed a bit and LQR gasped. "Yes," he gritted out.

"You may. A-Cheng likes having his hair pulled. You don't have to be gentle," WRH said, beginning to undo his robes.

LQR sucked in a breath. He took a moment to remove his forehead ribbon and tuck it carefully away in his sleeve.

He was not going to restrain himself further.

He ignored the way WRH's smile widened. He pulled JC's hairpin out, making JC pause as his hair loosened.

"Don't stop, A-Cheng" LQR growled, gathering the hair in his hand and tightening until JC whined. He pulled JC up and then pushed him roughly down. JC made a glorious wet choking sound.

"Yes, like that," WRH said. He was stroking his own cock now, eyes gleaming.

LQR didn't need more encouragement. He dragged JC up and down, setting a rhythm that JC quickly caught onto. His tongue eagerly massaged at LQR, throat open and relaxed for LQR to fuck into.

"Such a good student," LQR panted. JC's mouth was so wet, so hot.

JC hummed at the praise, and the vibration felt amazing. "That's right. Can you take my whole cock, A-Cheng?"

"Of course he can," WRH murmured.

LQR took it as permission, and firmly pushed JC all the way down, letting himself slide all the way into JC's tight throat.

"Oh-" he gasped, hips bucking. JC's hands flailed, grasping at LQR's thighs.

"Tap twice if you want his come down your throat, A-Cheng," WRH commanded.

LQR thought his heart might burst as JC firmly slapped his thigh twice. "Oh, fuck, oh-"

It was too much, perfect A-Cheng asking LQR to come down his throat. What else could LQR do but oblige, gasping as he shuddered, pumping his seed into A-Cheng's willing body.

He felt drained when he finished, chest heaving, almost lightheaded.

JC sat back up on his heels. He scrubbed the back of his wrist over his chin, wiping away spit, then opened his mouth wide so LQR could see it was empty.

"Are you impressed, Laoshi?" JC asked. His voice sounded wrecked.

"Yes, A-Cheng. Very impressed," LQR choked out.

JC smiled, ducking his head shyly. "Thank you, Laoshi."

"Didn't I tell you, Qiren?" WRH asked. "Hasn't he learned well?" WRH laughed, clearly amused by how shaken LQR was. "You may leave, Qiren. Unless you want to stay and watch. You might learn something."

LQR blinked as JC returned to WRH, taking off his robes as he went. He climbed into WRH's lap, gasping softly as WRH's thick cock slid into him.

LQR watched the flex of JC's muscles, the way WRH held him by the waist, how JC's hole stretched as WRH thrust into him over and over.

Surely there would be more negotiations. Perhaps LQR could find something enticing enough for WRH to let him fuck JC, too.

*Another two copies of the rules,* LQR thought as he watched, committing the sight to memory.

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Okay who's next? Choose your cursed level:

#ruocheng #mingcheng 🔞

Nie Mingjue wasn't happy about the uneasy truce with the Wen sect. As far as he was concerned, Wen Ruohan was a menace, a danger that the rest of the cultivation world seemed determined to ignore.

Even after WRH had taken JC.

Rumors abounded about what had actually happened at Lotus Pier, how willingly or unwillingly JC might have left, whether JC was a prisoner, a hostage, or simply learning from WRH before he would go back to inherit his sect.

Looking at him now, NMJ thought it didn't much matter anymore. JC sat on WRH's lap as though it was the most natural thing in the world, WRH's arm around his waist, perfectly at ease.

"Something to say, Nie-zongzhu?" WRH asked when NMJ had stared a bit too long.

NMJ was no coward, but he also was aware of the power of the Wen sect. The Nie couldn't take them on alone. Still, he couldn't help himself. "I was just wondering why Jiang-gongzi is here for our discussion. On your lap."

WRH tilted his head. "Because he is welcome here, and he wants to be. Surely his presence doesn't offend you."

NMJ clenched his teeth. "Offend, no."

"Then there's no trouble. Ah, A-Cheng, don't pout, he didn't mean it," WRH said, stroking JC's side soothingly.

"He doesn't want me here," JC bit out, and tried to get to his feet, only for WRH to tug him back.

"He just doesn't understand," WRH soothed. He shot a look at NMJ. "Nie-zongzhu's righteousness is famous. I'm sure he's only concerned."

JC's brow furrowed. "Concerned? About what?"

"Why, about you!" WRH chuckled. "He doesn't trust me, you know." WRH's hand slid down from JC's waist and pushed aside JC's robes. To NMJ's shock, he was only wearing one layer. Bare leg was exposed as WRH lifted the fabric aside.

NMJ could see the lean muscles flexing under WRH's touch. His head felt hot as WRH's hand slid over JC's thigh, fingers clearly running up the inside, even if NMJ couldn't see from where he sat.

"There's no need for concern," WRH said. "He likes this, don't you A-Cheng?"

JC's legs fell apart a bit more, granting WRH's hand more access, and he nodded with a soft little sigh.

Rage ran hot through NMJ's veins. JC was more than some toy, he deserved more than being groped by that old monster!

NMJ could treat him better than WRH ever could!

The thought had barely flashed through his mind when JC looked at him through lowered lashes, cheeks flushed pink. "Yes, I like it," he said, voice slightly breathless as WRH's hand began moving rhythmically.

"I think you should apologize to A-Cheng," WRH said.

"For what?" NMJ snapped, angry and embarrassed at his own reaction. JC was beautiful like this, and he couldn't stop imagining his own hand pushing those robes aside, JC making that face because of what NMJ was doing.

"Making A-Cheng feel unwanted. I promised him he'd never feel unwanted again, not with me," WRH said. "Isn't that right, A-Cheng? And I've kept that promise, haven't I?"

"Mmhmm, you have," JC said. He was clinging to WRH's shoulders now, clearly enjoying WRH's ministrations.

NMJ's chest felt tight. "I apologize," he bit out.

"Oh, but a real apology has action behind it," WRH said. "A-Cheng, what would you like? How can he make it up to you?"

JC was flushed and panting, and WRH smiled. "At a loss for words? Hmm, what if..."

His eyes flitted back to NMJ, pinning him in place. "What if Nie-zongzhu used his mouth properly to apologize? Would you feel better if he sucked you off?"

NMJ's jaw tightened. He wanted to throw the table between them aside and cut off WRH's head in one stroke of his saber.

But he also wanted JC, and when JC turned to him, eyes hazy with arousal, NMJ couldn't help himself. "Would you like that, A-Cheng?" he asked, hoping that JC would say yes.

JC bit into his plush lower lip and nodded. "Yes, Mingjue-gege."

NMJ swallowed hard.

"Up you get, then," WRH said, and somehow then JC was getting to his feet and walking on wobbly feet to NMJ, coming around to sit on the edge of the table in front of him.

JC reached for the tie of his robes and NMJ stopped him. "Let me," he said, before JC could pout again.

Slowly, NMJ untied JC's robes, revealing a long, lean body that he knew would haunt his dreams from now on. JC's cock was hard.

"Lay back on the table, A-Cheng," WRH said. "Don't block my view."

NMJ glared as JC obeyed, but he knew better than to argue. Not with JC like this.

NMJ ran his hands reverently up over JC's thighs, feeling how JC trembled under him. He lifted both legs, hooking them over his shoulders, and dug his fingers into the meat of JC's ass.

"Mingjue-gege!" JC whined.

"You're just so pretty, A-Cheng," NMJ said softly.

"I want to appreciate you."

JC nodded, but his hips bucked up a bit. "You said you'd make it up to me."

NMJ smiled. "I did." He leaned forward and licked a long stripe up JC's cock, from base to tip. "I want you, A-Cheng, of course I do," he said, then took JC in his mouth.

JC let out a satisfyingly loud gasp when NMJ sucked hard at the tip. NMJ felt JC's hand grab at his hair and triumph surged through him. If JC wanted this kind of attention, NMJ would show him just how good he could have it if he were with NMJ.

He wrapped one hand around the base of JC's cock and began moving up and down, making sure to get everything nice and wet as he worked. With his other hand he pinned JC to the table, holding him tightly by the hip as JC tried to squirm.

"Good boy, A-Cheng," WRH said as JC let out a loud moan. "Let Mingjue hear how much you like it."

NMJ didn't stop, but he did glare up at WRH. He didn't want to think of WRH watching them.

But WRH only smirked, clearly stroking himself through his robes.

NMJ sucked in a breath through his nose and closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of JC's body under him, of his hard cock in his mouth. JC kept making noises, and soon enough NMJ was able to pretend it was just the two of them.

"Mingjue-gege, I'm! I'm!" JC gasped.

NMJ hummed and increased his pace, stroking along JC's shaft with every bob of his head, and was rewarded with a loud wail of his name and a mouthful of JC's come. NMJ kept sucking, determined to get every last drop, until JC was pushing weakly at his head to get him to stop.

He let JC's softened dick go with a small pop, then gave it a kiss. "Do you forgive me, A-Cheng?" he asked, massaging JC's hip where he'd been holding him down.

"Mmhmm, that was so good," JC said, voice slurred.

"Good," NMJ said. He had rendered JC practically speechless and was feeling smug about it. With his spit-covered hand he began massaging JC's hole. "Do you think-"

"Ah, that's enough for today," WRH said, jerking NMJ's attention away.

NMJ glared. "Isn't it up to A-Cheng?" he asked, trying to keep his anger under control. He didn't want to ruin JC's afterglow.

"Not this," WRH said. He stood, flicking his sleeves aside and then scooping JC into his arms as if he weighed nothing.

"Then-" NMJ cut himself off. How to accuse WRH of holding JC prisoner without upsetting JC?

"A-Cheng is precious," WRH said as JC snuggled against his chest. "I have to be very careful that only those who understand how precious he is touch him."

"I see," NMJ said. His cock was throbbing in his pants, and he wanted to say that he knew exactly how precious JC was, and would fuck him the way he really deserved. But he would never beg WRH.

WRH raised an eyebrow. "We'll talk again, and if you show the proper respect, perhaps I'll trust you enough to have more time with A-Cheng. If he'd like that, of course."

NMJ wanted to punch him, but instead he smothered the urge and bowed as respectfully as he could.

As much as he hated WRH, for another chance with A-Cheng he could swallow his pride a bit. It was for a good cause, after all.

NMJ could appreciate JC, too. Better than WRH. He just needed the opportunity to prove it.

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