Everything I write is for me, but this is a LQG/SQQ/YQY AU where plant!SQQ returns right back to the sect is Very for me. Sequel to this, kind of.
Shen Qingqiu lets himself in Liu Qingge’s private chambers with the ease of someone who is certain of his welcome, even if he isn’t.
He finds Liu Qingge so deep in cultivation that he isn't disturbed by his arrival. It's not a first, they were close enough that Liu Qingge sometimes dropped his defense, but it's rare.
He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. What to say? Anything could have happened since the last time they all saw each other. Maybe Liu Qingge moved on. Maybe Shen Qingqiu has been forgotten.
Liu Qingge doesn't strike him as someone fickle. Surely he remembers the promise Shen Qingqiu had made?
Still.
Liu Qingge's eyes shoot open. "Who is here.”
Shen Qingqiu waves awkwardly. “Hello Shidi. It’s me.”
…He should have thought this through, shouldn’t he? What can he tell Liu Qingge after all that happened?
Before he can find the right words, if they exist, he finds himself trapped in Liu Qingge’s inexorable hold.
It’s so familiar it hurts.
Very few things have been familiar since Shen Qingqiu woke up.
Shen Qingqiu hugs Liu Qingge backs, relishing in the feeling of safety for a moment. It’s been dearly missed.
“Why did it take so long?”
Shen Qingqiu shrugs as best he can. “I have no idea. If I could have returned faster, I would have, I swear. It wasn’t especially fun.”
Liu Qingge pushes him back and takes a good look at his face. “You look like you.”
“A bit.” He hesitates. “It’s not too strange, is it?”
“No. It’s fine.” Visible guilt passes over Liu Qingge’s face. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t get your body back.”
Shen Qingqiu frowns. “It’s not here at the sect? Where is it? Anyway, I don’t care. I have no need for it.”
“Luo Binghe kept it. He’s been doing… who knows what with it. It’s not right. I will return it to the sect.”
Shen Qingqiu shakes his head. “Don’t bother. You must know how dangerous Luo Binghe can be now. Why risk it? If he wants my body, he can have it. It’s all he has left.”
Liu Qingge flushes in anger. “He doesn’t deserve it! It’s his fault you were reduced to this!”
Shen Qingqiu gestures in appeasement. “Now now, let’s not get angry at things that can’t be helped.”
“So you’ve said. Now that you’re back, are you finally going to explain? I still think we could have taken him out.”
Shen Qingqiu has no desire to explain more than the strict minimum about his situation. He has told Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge as little as he could get away with regarding his plans for his “death”, and he’d like to keep it that way, thanks. He can’t tell them more without revealing too much of himself, and if they can’t accept him… No.
“This is something I would also like to know more about.”
Shen Qingqiu should be more startled by Yue Qingyuan’s appearance, but again, he just feels like things are finally right. “Shixiong.”
Yue Qingyuan grasps his face and stares at him. His eyes take on a wet sheen as his hands learn the new planes of Shen Qingqiu’s face. “Qingqiu is back. He was sorely missed.”
Shen Qingqiu opens his mouth, trying once more to say something that could express how sorry he is for inflicting this on them all, how he wishes he could tell them the truth, how he missed them just as much.
Instead, Yue Qingyuan kisses him.
Shen Qingqiu kisses back eagerly. He’s been lonely, away from his peak, afraid of failing, of what Luo Binghe would do, of never getting to do this again. Being so obviously wanted is lifting, and just as welcome as Liu Qingge pulling him away to have his share.
It’s hard to ignore the edge of desperation in Liu Qingge’s grasp or the almost violent way he’s kissing him, and harder not to respond in kind.
He has no desire not to.
Intellectually, he knows this is not what they should be doing right now. It’s not like Luo Binghe is dead. They’ll have to decide whether to do something about him. They’ll have to get Shen Qingqiu some sort of backstory, maybe a reason to remain at the sect. He will eventually have to convince them that trying to eliminate Luo Binghe would be pointless and ultimately bring only ruin.
He knows, but he can’t say no to this. Not after so long. He can’t free himself from Liu Qingge’s inflexible embrace, nor from Yue Qingyuan’s overflowing gaze.
They must feel something similar, because they don’t complain when Shen Qingqiu kisses back with more intensity, when he can’t help but go looking for the warmth of their skin against his. It’s been so long since he felt someone else.
“It’s rare for Qingqiu to be this enterprising. He must have missed us.”
Like Shen Qingqiu can’t her the tremor in his voice.
Just this once. “I did. Didn’t you?”
"You really are Shen Qingqiu. No one else would ask something this obvious."
His laugh might have a hint of hysteria in it. Hopefully Liu Qingge won't have noticed.
"Qingqiu" is whispered like a prayer in his ear as Yue Qingyuan divests him of his robes, or tries to. He’s clumsy tonight, courtesy of his current state of mind.
Shen Qinqqiu can’t blame him. He’s equally affected by how affected he is, if that makes any sense.
Yue Qingyuan kisses him again. “Now that Qingqiu-shidi is back, we’ll never let him leave again.”
Shen Qingqiu manages to free himself long enough to answer. “Good thing I don’t want to leave then.”
Liu Qingge pushes him down on his bed before straddling him. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I just said I wouldn’t.”
Liu Qingge ignores him in favour of opening himself up almost harshly.
Shen Qingqiu can only hold on to Liu Qingge’s hips not to urge him on. If he’s any rougher, Liu Qingge will hurt himself, and the last thing Shen Qingqiu wants is to hurt him further.
Then again, who knows how things might have changed during those years he spent away. Maybe Liu Qingge is now so practised Shen Qingqiu could slip right in without issue.
Maybe it will be the first time in months he lets someone take him.
Shen Qingqiu has to find out.
Yue Qingyuan slaps his hands away before tangling their fingers. “He’s been waiting for so long. Let him have this just as he wants it.”
“You’re fine with it?” Yue Qingyuan’s love runs so deep Shen Qingqiu can’t imagine he will happily keep to himself until his turns come.
“Qingqiu is here, with us. I have everything I need. The rest can wait.”
Oh.
Shen Qingqiu can only squeeze Yue Qingyuan’s hand harder and curse whatever went wrong for him to remain buried for so long.
He’s shocked out of his regrets by Liu Qingge’s yielding body sinking on him, dragging him right back to the present and the marvel of human musculature that is his lover. Years have had nothing on Liu Qingge’s almost otherworldly beauty, nor on his flawless physique.
He does, however, bears a few more scars, which is just another reminder of all the times he wasn’t where he was needed.
Did Luo Binghe inflict them to his shishu?
This is a path he can’t take, not right now. Not when Liu Qingge is riding him so well, using his strength in a way no one would dare think him capable of to impale himself on Shen Qingqiu like he’s been dreaming of nothing else since the last night they spent together.
Maybe he’s not the only one.
The nails of Shen Qingiqu’s left hand are digging in Yue Qingyuan’s own, while his right feels muscles work in Liu Qingge’s rock-hard thigh for a moment before finding its way to where Liu Qingge will enjoy it most.
Liu Qingge growls and sets an even more punishing pace, sweat rolling down his torso tantalisingly.
It should be more than enough to scramble Shen Qingqiu’s brain completely, and yet, even now, even with Liu Qingge fucking himself on his cock like he couldn’t live without it and with Yue Qingyuan practically vibrating by his side, his hold on Shen Qingqiu’s hand almost painful, all he can think about is how desperately he missed them. How he wishes he could promise he would give them this every night for the rest of their very long life, and have them reciprocate.
Luo Binghe still lives, so nothing is certain, but they’ve made the first steps in the right direction. Shen Qingqiu is dead. Shen Qingqiu is here, alive and well with those he cares about. They’ll make it work. He’ll make it work. He swears it.
Those are the last coherent thoughts he has before his mind is cleared of all thoughts.
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