Fangs OF Fortune: The Convergence

The first thing Zhuo Yichen noticed when he regained some consciousness hours later, was that his body ached, as if he'd been fighting a great demon that was mercilessly bully him. He groaned in pain as he pressed himself against the source of warmth, which, in a way, soothed him with its scent alone. Still half asleep, Yichen nuzzled Zhu Yan's neck, searching for the perfect, most comfortable spot to rest, while his arm pulled him even closer. The extreme softness of the bed, the warmth emanating from both the blanket and Zhu Yan, was so pleasant that Yichen unconsciously clung to him, causing the great demon, who had been touched all over and used as a pillow, to smile with pleasure.

Outside, the sun hadn't fully risen yet, so the tired sleeping beauty, already stirring in his arms, still had time to rest before his trained body fully awakened after long years of patrolling the city early in the morning or on missions to hunt down demons wreaking havoc elsewhere. Not to mention the many years of training to become the demon hunter he was today, so skilled with his father's sword, which made him a little melancholic. 

Bing Yi needed help, but for now, he had no idea where he was, and the only one who might have a clue was so tired from his ancestor's sudden possession that he hadn't yet realized he was clinging to the great demon he swore never to invite into his bed and had even chase him out of his room in scandal to the very suggestion. The situation would be ridiculous if it weren't for the fact that Yichen had been suffering so much, with his core simultaneously shattering and reforming from Bing Yi's divine power, which was too much for his human body to handle. 

Luckily, his core had returned to normal after Bing Yi's departure, but the pain left behind was no joke, and even if he had used his own healing energy on him to ease the pain, Yichen would still feel the aftereffects for a while, more so than on other occasions where the possession was shorter. Still, Zhu Yan was quite pleased with the male beauty clinging to him as if he were the most comfortable pillow he had ever owned. 

He had to admit that the resemblance to Bing Yi was uncanny from the start, but Yichen had a charm of his own that have nothing to do with his ancestor. He particularly loved that long black hair, so soft to the touch that it tempted him to run his fingers down its length down his back all the way to his hips, his eyelashes were long and thick, his skin fair and smooth, his lips full and tender that made him want to kiss them gently at first to savor them and then passionately to redden them even more, his slender body was not flabby in any way, but with muscles from all the years of training he endure that he could feel when Yichen pressed him closer. Altogether, along with his unique dark blue eyes, along with his innocent look, the young man was a heart killer in his book.

"Xiao Zhuo..." Zhu Yan called, unable to resist, for admiring his beauty wasn't enough. He wanted to hear his voice, see him open his eyes to look at him sleepily before fully registering the closeness between them, the intimacy of his possessiveness over his body as he claimed it, felt it, enjoyed it as he breathed on his neck, tickling it intensely. But his soft call received no response.

"Xiao Zhuo..." He tried again, a little louder, but Yichen only lowered his head slightly, once again seeking a more comfortable position on his chest.

"Zhuo Yichen, do you know who's calling you?" Zhu Yan asked close to his ear this time, his voice barely a whisper, and perhaps because he said it so close, Yichen moaned in protest.

"Zhu Yan..." Yichen whispered, still with his eyes closed and relaxed against his chest. Ah, how lovely he was when he wasn't fighting him.

"Yes, that's right. Tell me, Xiao Zhuo, are you comfortable where you are?" Zhu Yan asked bemusedly as Yichen so sweetly ignored him.

"Mmm, it's warm..." Yichen nodded, sighing, and Zhu Yan smiled.

"Well, it's warm indeed. Are you still in pain?" He asked next, a little guilty for waking him up so early.

"I'm sore... tired..." Yichen said, raising his head again, bringing it closer to his neck.

"Do you want to rest more?" The great demon asked in his ear.

"So tired... weak..." Yichen replied, burying his head further into his neck, gripping Zhu Yan's robes in protest, his silky hair falling over the side of his face and down arm.

"I see... then keep using me as your best pillow. I don't mind, and I like it when you kiss my neck. It's exciting..." Zhu Yan whispered very softly.

"Kiss neck... sure..." Yichen leaned even closer, as if he'd been ordered to kiss him for real. When his lips touched the warm, soft skin that throbbed beneath his touch, Zhuo Yichen's mind finally snapped out of its trance and he registered what he had just done. He opened his eyes wide and found himself lying on the demon's wide chest, hugging him tightly after kissing his neck. This made him blush like crazy as he sat up so quickly that he almost fell off the bed, if not for how big it was.

"You!!! What the hell? Why are you here? What did you do to me?" Yichen cried in astonishment, his face burning hot at the sight of himself in such a messy state, with his hair tangle, his white inner robe wrinkled and revealing more than just a bit of neck, although it wasn't untied.

"Me? I'm the one who should be asking you that question, and believe me, you have no control while you sleep, none at all. Should I tell you how much you play with me, or perhaps show you my memories, so you can see for yourself how daring you are when you're unconscious?" Zhu Yan said, watching that adorable rush of blood intensify even further.

"You're taking advantage of me! You shameless monkey! I told you to get out!"

"Ah, yes, but then you had a nightmare... a really bad one, and you started screaming at the top of your lungs, even calling me by name, so I came to help you. How ungrateful demon hunters are, they ask for help, and when they receive it, they yell at you again and accuse you of taking advantage when I could have done it last night if I really wanted to. You're quite tempting after all..."

"Perverted monkey! Get away from me! This is going too far!"

"Away? Me? Who kissed my neck just now?"

"Ahhh! Stupid monkey, come out!" Yichen picked up two pillows and threw them at him, but they didn't even come close to touching him.

"Sorry, I can't do that... there's a very important matter we need to discuss."

"In your dreams, monkey! I'm not sleeping with you again."

"Xiao Zhuo, I'm flattered that you consider this sleeping together, but this falls short of the real thing..."

"You!!! Where's my sword? I'll make monkey stew with you!"

"I'm an ape... but seriously, calm down. You're quite adorable when you get worked up, but..." Zhu Yan watched as Yichen got out of bed and grabbed the Cloud Light sword, intending to fight Zhu Yan right there, but to his utter surprise, the sword didn't move out its scabbard no matter how hard Yichen tried to pull it out.

"Did you seal it?"

"Of course not. The sword recognizes my blood as my father's, from which it was created, so it won't hurt me when you get angry with me." At that, Yichen glared at his sword as if it had betrayed him, and the Cloud Light sword's glow dimmed slightly, as if apologizing to its owner, making Zhu Yan laugh.

"It's actually sorry to go against your will. My father would have been proud to see you master it so well. Seriously Yichen..."

"I may not be able to use it to cut you, but I can still hit you..." Yichen lunged at Zhu Yan, who was still sitting on his bed, but naturally, Zhu Yan took advantage of Yichen's momentum to grab him and flip him underneath him, grabbing his arms as he struggled to free himself.

"Yichen... Bing Yi just possessed you. You're in no condition to fight a lesser demon, let alone a great one. I greatly appreciate your fighting spirit, but right now all you will achieve is further harm. What happened to your pain and weakness? Was it all a bluff to keep using me as a pillow?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I do feel weak..."

"You don't look it, judging by the way you're struggling beneath me." Yichen blushed again.

"That's because you are stronger and..."

"Yichen, did you hear me? Bing Yi, your ancestor, my father's lover, just possessed your body. A god, Yichen, a spirit who could have severely damaged your core, used your body to get to me..." Yichen stopped struggling as he absorbed the information.

"But Bing Yi is dead. Isn't that what you said?"

"I never said he was dead, I said he'd disappeared since his fight with the rogue divine beast."

"So why did he disappear for so long?"

"Time is no factor for demons and gods. For humans, hundreds of centuries have passed since then, but for him, it was like a year or two, locked away in his own domain along with the demon he was fighting, and right now he's seriously injured... so please, Yichen, help me find my second father..."

"How can I do that? I don't even remember being possessed."

"Your nightmare... do you remember it? You must have had a vivid experience before Bing Yi possessed you."

"I never remember the nightmares upon waking, only the pain."

"Please, Yichen... please, if Bing Yi dies, this world will face more than just lesser demons, it will face a tainted divine beast, another demon god. How can you possibly hope to defeat it?"

"I'm not lying! I've never been known to do so, nor could I possibly do so to save my life." At those words, something inside Zhu Yan broke, and he let go of Yichen's hands as he sit over his lap as he gasped, trying to contain his own pain and sadness.

Below him, Yichen saw Zhu Yan's mood shift from playful to heartbroken, which made him feel sorry for him. If what he said was true, then he just saw his second father, who had told him he had been mortally injured for centuries. He could see the suffering on his face as he looked away, and he felt a slight trembling in his body, as if he were about to breakdown, something he understood well, as he too had lose a parent. 

Losing a father to save two worlds was bad enough, but two and his ancestor on top of that? Yichen couldn't ignore that, because his tender heart would never allow anyone, much less a great demon who had protected humanity alone for centuries, to collapse like that without someone to comfort him at the very least. So, taking pity on the great demon, Yichen pulled him towards him, hugging him, as he gently rubbed his back. 

"If you need to cry... I can hug you. You can use me as a pillow this time, alright? Go ahead, let it all out, then we'll talk properly... Sorry... for the misunderstanding... but I get it now, I got you, Zhu Yan." 

Yichen whispered into Zhu Yan's ear and felt the great demon let out a sob. Then he breakdown in his arms, hugging him back as tears wet his neck and robe, but he didn't mind it at all. That Zhu Yan could cry like that proved that both demons and humans feel pain, sorrow, loyalty, and love... a kind of love that broke hearts when gone.

So Yichen close his eyes as Zhu Yan cry over him, keeping him wrapped into his warmth and trying his best to remembering his nightmare, his own pain diminish by the sorrow that was coincidentally or not reflected outside the mansion, as rain started to fall, heavy and steady for as long as Zhu Yan cried.

AN: No words after Zhu Yan's great pain. Thanks for reading, hope you like little fluff, the bickering and the tenderness. I hope you didn't find it too silly. Until next time, please take care.