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Title: Bittersweet
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: The Ying-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity (Guo Jingming version)
Pairing: Bo Ya/Qing Ming
Tags: Sex Magic, Sex Pollen Except Not Quite
Rating: T
Word count: 459
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: "Don't touch me," Bo Ya rasps. There is something shimmering clinging to the corners of his mouth, the wet inside of his lips.
Author notes: Another full ficlet that came out of the prompts thrown my way, this one 'sex pollen' bycorvidology. I took liberties.
Bittersweet on AO3
The demon laughs. The sound grates his ears, sharp and full of pain. This one is beyond help but not beyond sympathy, and Qing Ming feels a twinge of regret at having to put her down. It doesn't last long, because the next moment she is running straight at Bo Ya, claws extended.
Qing Ming tries to intercept but he's too late. The demon reaches Bo Ya, who draws his sword, and she... Laughs again?
Qing Ming sees through her plan the moment she spears herself on Bo Ya's sword, not even trying to defend herself, much less attack. Bo Ya's eyes go wild with surprise and she just keeps coming, until the tip of the sword pushes through her back, and she's flush against him.
"Now you'll know," she says and seals her lips on Bo Ya's shock slack mouth, pushing her last breath into his lungs.
"No!" Qing Ming shouts, grabbing her by the shoulder and yanking her off, Bo Ya's sword sliding free with a wet sound. But she's already dead and Bo Ya...
Qing Ming lets her body fall to the ground, the soft thud of it buried under the panicked beat of his heart, like a war drum breaking through all his training.
"Bo Ya? Are you...?"
The question melts in his mouth like an ice-chip, cold dread trickling down his throat. Bo Ya's eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide. His face is flushed pink, sweat beading on his forehead, the hollow of his throat, half hidden by the collar.
He is very clearly not fine. Qing Ming can see that. What Qing Ming doesn't have is the 'how' or 'why' of it and until he does he cannot undo it and the longer he fails to help, fails Bo Ya, the sharper the ice in his chest gets.
"Are you in pain?" he asks, reaching out.
Bo Ya's gaze snaps to him like whip and he takes a step back. His sword comes up, blood coated blade stopping half an inch from Qing Ming's throat. He doesn't feel like smiling about it this time.
"Don't touch me," Bo Ya rasps. There is something shimmering clinging to the corners of his mouth, the wet inside of his lips. "Don't..." He swallows, licks his lips, tongue gathering up the substance. The arm holding the sword trembles.
Qing Ming closes the distance, trusting Bo Ya not to hurt him even now. "It's okay," he lies. The blade smears demon blood across his cheek, before clattering to the ground.
"It won't be," Bo Ya says, breath hitching in his chest, catching and breaking like he's drowning on dry land. "It won't be," he says, and kisses Qing Ming, hard and devastating, his mouth bitter with magic.
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Title: Bittersweet
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: The Ying-Yang Master: Dream of Eternity (Guo Jingming version)
Pairing: Bo Ya/Qing Ming
Tags: Sex Magic, Sex Pollen Except Not Quite
Rating: T
Word count: 459
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: "Don't touch me," Bo Ya rasps. There is something shimmering clinging to the corners of his mouth, the wet inside of his lips.
Author notes: Another full ficlet that came out of the prompts thrown my way, this one 'sex pollen' by
corvidology. I took liberties. Bittersweet on AO3
The demon laughs. The sound grates his ears, sharp and full of pain. This one is beyond help but not beyond sympathy, and Qing Ming feels a twinge of regret at having to put her down. It doesn't last long, because the next moment she is running straight at Bo Ya, claws extended.
Qing Ming tries to intercept but he's too late. The demon reaches Bo Ya, who draws his sword, and she... Laughs again?
Qing Ming sees through her plan the moment she spears herself on Bo Ya's sword, not even trying to defend herself, much less attack. Bo Ya's eyes go wild with surprise and she just keeps coming, until the tip of the sword pushes through her back, and she's flush against him.
"Now you'll know," she says and seals her lips on Bo Ya's shock slack mouth, pushing her last breath into his lungs.
"No!" Qing Ming shouts, grabbing her by the shoulder and yanking her off, Bo Ya's sword sliding free with a wet sound. But she's already dead and Bo Ya...
Qing Ming lets her body fall to the ground, the soft thud of it buried under the panicked beat of his heart, like a war drum breaking through all his training.
"Bo Ya? Are you...?"
The question melts in his mouth like an ice-chip, cold dread trickling down his throat. Bo Ya's eyes have glazed over, pupils blown wide. His face is flushed pink, sweat beading on his forehead, the hollow of his throat, half hidden by the collar.
He is very clearly not fine. Qing Ming can see that. What Qing Ming doesn't have is the 'how' or 'why' of it and until he does he cannot undo it and the longer he fails to help, fails Bo Ya, the sharper the ice in his chest gets.
"Are you in pain?" he asks, reaching out.
Bo Ya's gaze snaps to him like whip and he takes a step back. His sword comes up, blood coated blade stopping half an inch from Qing Ming's throat. He doesn't feel like smiling about it this time.
"Don't touch me," Bo Ya rasps. There is something shimmering clinging to the corners of his mouth, the wet inside of his lips. "Don't..." He swallows, licks his lips, tongue gathering up the substance. The arm holding the sword trembles.
Qing Ming closes the distance, trusting Bo Ya not to hurt him even now. "It's okay," he lies. The blade smears demon blood across his cheek, before clattering to the ground.
"It won't be," Bo Ya says, breath hitching in his chest, catching and breaking like he's drowning on dry land. "It won't be," he says, and kisses Qing Ming, hard and devastating, his mouth bitter with magic.
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