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Since coming back to Yan Wushi, the two have taken great care to hide their relationship from the order. There was no need to go through the same pain regardless if Bian Yanmei could upload all his memories back should this happen again.
As a result, Yan Wushi avoided other assassins as often as he could, quite aware that they all held ill feelings toward him and while he did not care, Shen Qiao did. They really only associated with Bian Yanmei who was more than willing to help hide their relationship.
“You can come to me for anything,” Bian Yanmei had told Shen Qiao after a mandatory system check.
Shen Qiao took this advice to heart after he and Yan Wushi had returned from another successful assignment.
Shen Qiao had to hide out in a building and had snuck into an open window, crouching against the wall. He had been so focused on the mission that he hadn’t realized he had company.
They were civilians, no danger to him at all, but the two were currently engaged in an activity Shen Qiao had never witnessed before.
There were two men currently standing against the far wall, one of them pinned with his face against the wall while the taller one was…
Shen Qiao wasn’t sure what he was doing. He seemed to be attacking the other and the one who was pinned was crying out, his nails clawing at the wall. Shen Qiao blinked, activating his night vision to get a closer look. The two were definitely engaging in some close range combat and after a quick scan he could tell it was an excruciating activity that elevated both of their heart rates.
His communicator goes off and a message from Yan Wushi flashes across his vision, telling him to hurry back.
Shen Qiao quietly sneaks back out, leaping out of the window and free falling toward the ground. He lands in a combat roll and scans the area, finding no signs of anyone nearby. He rushes to the rendezvous point where Yan Wushi had said he was waiting.
“What took you so long?” Yan Wushi sheaths his blade after wiping away the blood.
Shen Qiao does a quick scan, pleased to see Yan Wushi is unharmed. “I had to hide for a few moments.”
“Were you caught?”
Shen Qiao shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“Good,” Yan Wushi says and looks around. He tugs Shen Qiao by the hand, spinning him around to pin him against the wall, seeking his lips.
Shen Qiao kisses back and suddenly remembers the two men he had seen before. He pushes Yan Wushi back with a small noise.
Yan Wushi is still trying to kiss him but he realizes that Shen Qiao wanted to ask him something so he settles for kissing his neck to give him a chance to speak.
“There were two men in the room I was hiding in,” Shen Qiao begins, faintly feeling a sensation he knows would be human pleasure. Yan Wushi hums, letting him know that he was listening. Shen Qiao continues. “They were standing against the wall and seemed to be engaged in some sort of training exercise.”
Yan Wushi finally stops, slowly pulling away from Shen Qiao with a mildly surprised expression. Shen Qiao frowns, Yan Wushi knew about this and did not see it fit to tell him?
“Is it a partner exercise?” Shen Qiao presses on seriously.
Yan Wushi is still staring at him so Shen Qiao continues.
“Why haven’t we done it yet?”
Finally, Yan Wushi breaks out in a large cat-like grin. “A-Qiao,” he chuckles. “You want to learn this new exercise?”
Shen Qiao nods. As Yan Wushi’s partner he had to be sure they had full complete trust in each other which meant partaking in exercises specifically designed for partners.
Yan Wushi steps away from Shen Qiao with a playful sigh. “I’m not sure you’re ready for this, A-Qiao.”
Shen Qiao squares his shoulders. “Why?”
“I’m afraid you don’t have the right equipment for that exercise. You would need to install new upgrades and—”
“I’ll do it,” Shen Qiao interrupts, determined more than anything.
Yan Wushi laughs. “Very well, A-Qiao! Let’s go pick out your new upgrades now.”
The shop Yan Wushi had led him to was… different. Shen Qiao had never been in such a shop before, each and every item in the shop was completely foreign to Shen Qiao but they didn't walk in far enough for Shen Qiao to truly get a look at the equipment sold here.
Yan Wushi was currently talking to the shopkeeper, pointing at something placed on the very top shelf. It was extremely expensive and Shen Qiao felt incredibly humbled that Yan Wushi was willing to spend so much on new parts for him.
The shopkeeper hands Yan Wushi the new part and Yan Wushi signals Shen Qiao to come over.
“Is there anything else you want?” Yan Wushi signals to the wall and Shen Qiao looks over everything. There were no pictures of the products on any of the boxes.
The shopkeeper smiles kindly at Shen Qiao. “Would you be interested in the latest extension?”
Shen Qiao furrows his brows but Yan Wushi speaks up first.
“Actually, I think A-Qiao will be fine with this one. It’s easier to hide than the other extension.”
Shen Qiao glances at the box in Yan Wushi’s hand. What did Yan Wushi mean by easier to hide? He could hide any type of weapon with ease!
Shen Qiao turns to the shopkeeper. “I’ll take the extension,” he says.
The shopkeeper grins and goes to fetch the box.
Shen Qiao turns back to Yan Wushi. “I can handle the extension. Is it internal or external?”
Yan Wushi grins and motions to the box in his hand. “This one is internal, the one you just ordered is external.”
The shopkeeper comes back with the box and hands it to Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi quickly pays for the product, thanks the shopkeeper, and leads Shen Qiao out of the store.
They head straight to Bian Yanmei who greets them with an easy smile until he sees what they have in their hands.
“Shizun…” Bian Yanmei begins. “That was fast.”
Yan Wushi is still smiling. “It was A-Qiao who made the decision.”
Bian Yanmei, shocked, looks to Shen Qiao who nods. He looks at the boxes and signals Shen Qiao to follow him.
“Shizun,” Bian Yanmei glanced back. “This may take a while”
Yan Wushi nods. “I’ll be back then. Be gentle with him.”
Bian Yanmei nods and walks on with Shen Qiao following.
In the lab, Shen Qiao sits on the white table while Bian Yanmei sets the boxes down.
“Which one do you want installed first?” Bian Yanmei asks kindly.
Shen Qiao picks up the internal piece, it should be the one that takes the longest to install so he might as well start with that first.
Bian Yanmei takes out the installment and disregards the instructions.
Bian Yanmei pauses. “Did you pick this out?” When Shen Qiao shakes his head, he chuckles. “I figured. You can take off your pants now.”
Shen Qiao freezes. “Why?”
“I need to make measurements.” Upon seeing the hesitance on Shen Qiao’s face, Bian Yanmei smiles assuringly. “Don’t worry you won’t be awake for most of this but I’m sure my shizun will want some type of ejaculation to make the experience seem more real. I’ll need to insert—”
“Wait,” Shen Qiao interrupts suddenly. “Ejaculation?!”
Judging by Shen Qiao’s expression, he had no idea what was going on. Bian Yanmei debates on whether or not to continue with this procedure. He was willing to bet Yan Wushi had not told Shen Qiao what he had just agreed to. What a scandalous old man!
With a heavy sigh, Bian Yanmei walks to the other box and removes the extension. It was a synthetic penis, smaller than most sizes, a cute little thing really. He shows it to Shen Qiao.
“A phallus…” Shen Qiao trails off, then the reality of the situation dawns on him. Bian Yanmei thinks that if Shen Qiao had the ability to blush, he would be doing so right now. Maybe he should make those installments too…
“I can call Yan Wushi back here,” Bian Yanmei offers in case Shen Qiao wanted to talk things out with Yan Wushi first.
But surprisingly, Shen Qiao shakes his head. “Yan Wushi wants this and… this is what couples do, right? I want us to be a real couple and partake in romantic activities. So I will proceed with these… upgrades.”
“But if you aren’t ready for this, you don’t have to proceed.”
Shen Qiao ponders this, thinking back to the two men he had seen. They must have been having sex then. Yan Wushi had told him once that was what couples did but truthfully, he did not know a thing about sex. Still, he trusted Yan Wushi with everything, even his body. And if this would give them a chance to act as real lovers then he was willing to try at least.
“I’m ready,” Shen Qiao says and begins to remove his pants. He thinks back to what Bian Yanmei had told him. Could he really come to him for anything?
Bian Yanmei seems to notice his hesitance. “What’s wrong?” he asks kindly.
Shen Qiao steels himself. “Can you give me advice on sex?”
Bian Yanmei laughs but not unkindly. He nods and talks as he works.
The upgrades take longer than expected. Bian Yanmei had given Shen Qiao a great pep talk about sex, given him pointers on how to be a pleasing partner, and then rambled off about adding some surprises for Yan Wushi that Shen Qiao agreed to.
Yan Wushi came to visit a few hours into the process but Bian Yanmei apologized for his rudeness and promptly slammed the door in his face, calling for him to come back later.
So Yan Wushi waited for the call and when it finally came in the late hours of the night, he rushed to check on Shen Qiao.
All in all, he seemed fine but he was standing a little awkwardly as if he was uncomfortable in his own skin.
“You'll get used to the weight,” Bian Yanmei whispers to Shen Qiao.
Shen Qiao nods and thanks Bian Yanmei for all he has done. He leaves with Yan Wushi and when they are in their shared home, he finally takes a deep breath.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Wushi is already by his side, ready to help in any way but Shen Qiao can tell he is eager to see.
Shen Qiao squirms under the attention. “Bian Yanmei told me it would take some time to get used to…” he trails off then furrows his brows “I think I have to use the bathroom.”
Yan Wushi frowns. Shen Qiao didn’t need to use the bathroom. An AI wasn’t capable of such a thing. So how could…
It dawns on him. Conveniently, he gets a message from Bian Yanmei.
He will be extremely sensitive and leaking for a few hours. He needs to break in the new upgrades but don’t overdo it. You might make him short circuit.
Yan Wushi tosses the communicator onto the table along with his weapons then wraps his arms around Shen Qiao’s waist, watching him squirm even more. His excitement grows.
“How does it feel?” Yan Wushi asks, breath ghosting over his ear.
Shen Qiao tenses in his arms and then, to Yan Wushi’s surprise, blushes. He could feel everywhere Yan Wushi was touching him, and could feel the heat coming from the pad of his fingers. He wanted to get away from Yan Wushi but at the same time get closer. He was more confused than anything, he couldn’t tell what his body wanted.
“Odd,” he settles for. “Is this how it always is?” If it was then Shen Qiao would have a newfound respect for Yan Wushi. He couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to concentrate, not to mention how inconvenient it was for battle.
“No,” Yan Wushi kisses the shell of Shen Qiao’s ear, watching in fascination as the blush spreads to the tips. “You are only this sensitive because the upgrades have barely been installed. You should be fine after we test them out.”
To prove his point, Yan Wushi snakes his hand down and palms over his pants, feeling a bulge there that had not been there yesterday. Shen Qiao gives a small shout then a full-body shiver and Yan Wushi grins wildly, nearly dizzy from excitement.
“You’re already so hard,” Yan Wushi admires quietly in his ear, gently massaging Shen Qiao’s penis through his clothing. He presses his thumb over the little wet spot where the head of his penis was standing.
The feeling sends literal shocks through Shen Qiao’s body that are not at all powerful enough to hurt Yan Wushi. Shen Qiao doesn’t seem to notice them as he leans back into Yan Wushi. His hips move of their own accord, chasing after his hand, trying to create some type of friction. Anything to chase away the burn that was settling.
Yan Wushi leads him to the nearest surface. A table? Yan Wushi lifts him on it, standing between his legs to lean over and wrap Shen Qiao’s arms around his neck.
Shen Qiao keeps them in place there, exposing his neck for Yan Wushi to do as he pleases.
Yan Wushi eagerly nibbles at the skin there, making his way down and parting the clothing as he did. He pushed aside the jacket, ripping open the buttons to the shirt, and sought bare skin.
Shen Qiao bites his lip, the feeling of Yan Wushi’s lips on his synthetic skin even more intense than what Bian Yanmei had warned him it would be. It felt electrifying and it was so pleasurable it was painful yet he did not want this feeling to go.
Yan Wushi peeks up and Shen Qiao meets his gaze. Shen Qiao knows he was doing something right because Yan Wushi’s pupils shift and his heart rate spikes.
Yan Wushi pushes back more of his clothing, grunting in frustration when the jacket did not let him go any further. Shen Qiao arches to help Yan Wushi remove the offending clothing. He tosses it to the floor and does the same with his shirt. Now shirtless, Shen Qiao lays back against the table and waits for Yan Wushi to continue.
Yan Wushi admires openly. He had seen Shen Qiao shirtless before many times but never truly like this. This time he would be able to taste every inch of skin he had, leave bruises and kisses all over. He meets Shen Qiao’s gaze again and smiles.
“Your eyes,” Yan Wushi points out. Shen Qiao’s eyes were glowing an electric blue. He had only seen this when Shen Qiao was focused in the middle of a fight.
Shen Qiao closes his eyes, suddenly self-conscious of his eyes. Yan Wushi quickly cups his cheeks, encouraging him to open them again.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Yan Wushi whispers, then kisses his nose. “Why hide such beauty?”
Shen Qiao blinks but he nods and watches Yan Wushi map down his body, stopping at his abs and leaving kisses there.
Shen Qiao squirms, his body heating up every time Yan Wushi kisses him. He wants to ask for more but doesn’t dare to interrupt Yan Wushi’s concentration. It feels good either way.
Yan Wushi licks his lips, finally reaching Shen Qiao’s lower regions. The front of his pants were wet now from Shen Qiao’s leaking penis, Yan Wushi leans down to nose at his penis curiously. It didn’t smell like anything and when Yan Wushi kisses over the leaking spot, he realizes it doesn’t taste like anything.
Shen Qiao has gone still beneath him, his head laying back on the table, his nails digging into the table, making little dents there. There’s a small spark that comes from Shen Qiao’s torso but, once again, Shen Qiao does not show a sign that he feels it but he looks on edge. Yan Wushi decides to speed the process a little.
With barely restrained excitement, Yan Wushi pulls down Shen Qiao’s pants to finally see the new upgrades, taking everything else with it, shoes and all. His penis was standing against his stomach, a little bead of some type of clear liquid at the head. Yan Wushi grabs the small length in his hands and marvels at how real it felt in his palm.
Shen Qiao moans and shudders violently, trying to grab something to hold onto but there is nothing to grab onto.
“So delicate,” Yan Wushi murmurs, kissing the tip of the small head and licking away at the clear liquid.
The response is beautiful. Shen Qiao makes such a wonderful noise, his head thrashing, little tears gathering in the corner of his glowing eyes that flicker brighter with every swipe of Yan Wushi’s tongue.
Yan Wushi pulls Shen Qiao closer, experimenting with the internal features now. He circles around the rim, feeling how wet it was. He glances down and finds it surprisingly wet, the hole twitching with need. Yan Wushi sticks a finger inside and it swallows him greedily.
Shen Qiao moans loudly, wanting more of this new feeling. “Yan Wushi!” he calls, wanting to ask for something but he’s not sure what exactly he wants.
Yan Wushi shushes him gently, adding another finger inside the tight hole.
Shen Qiao bites his lip, trying to keep the sounds that desperately wanted to escape inside. The burn that accompanies Yan Wushi’s fingers leave his body heating up and he tightens his insides around Yan Wushi’s fingers. It was an instinctive reaction but Yan Wushi adored it.
“More?” Yan Wushi asks and Shen Qiao nods quickly.
Another finger joins and the moist walls within squeeze around his digits.
The corner of Yan Wushi’s lips turn up into a grin and he begins to thrust his fingers into Shen Qiao. Loud noises of pleasure escape Shen Qiao, his toes curling, fingers digging into the wood.
They will have to get a new table, Yan Wushi muses.
He takes time, making sure Shen Qiao is thoroughly stretched before he finally slips his fingers out. Shen Qiao whines and gives Yan Wushi a desperate expression that he reads easily.
He zips his pants down, freeing his achingly hard penis and gathers some of the clear liquid literally dripping from Shen Qiao’s ass. He coats his penis with it. The liquid is warm and has the same consistency and color as cum would. Very much like the real thing.
He lines himself against the hole and kisses Shen Qiao, taking this time to leave the AI out of breath (or at least the equivalent of it). Shen Qiao kisses blindly, drool dripping down the side of his face, his lashes fanning. And while Shen Qiao was distracted, Yan Wushi moves.
The first thrust into Shen Qiao is pure heaven for Yan Wushi. His insides are the perfect squeeze, moist and warm. There’s something within him that is wonderfully textured to rub against his penis.
Shen Qiao’s eyes widen and he moans wantonly into the kiss, his back arching as the thick girth speared him open. It was far more intense than Bian Yanmei warned, his insides felt like they were on fire, his head was spinning with what he could only assume was lust.
It stings, but it wasn’t a bad sting. It felt like he was falling apart and as much as his mind was telling him to stop this intrusion, his body reacted differently, pulling Yan Wushi closer to him.
The breath is ripped from Yan Wushi, the sheer strength of Shen Qiao’s inner walls holding him and preventing him from pushing in any further no matter how much he pushes. Yan Wushi stops, taking a moment to get used to Shen Qiao’s relentless squeezing.
“A-Qiao,” he pants, grunting when there was another rough squeeze, dropping his forehead against Shen Qiao’s shoulder. “Relax for me.”
His gentle voice breaks through Shen Qiao’s hazy mind. He breathes, focusing on relaxing so Yan Wushi can continue. Gradually he does, but he whimpers, wanting friction and feeling increasingly frustrated the longer he has to wait.
As soon as Yan Wushi can move, he thrusts the rest of the way in, his balls hitting Shen Qiao’s hips. The inner walls clench once more and then begin to massage with a slight vibration. Yan Wushi’s legs nearly give out, he has to hold himself up against the table, panting loudly.
He had severely underestimated the amount of pleasure Shen Qiao would give him and now, he was struggling to control himself in the face of this addicting, carnal pleasure. He wanted to pound as hard as he could, but Bian Yanmei warned him not to overdo it. He had to have some sort of restraint.
Shen Qiao moves his hips, a sure sign that he was ready and Yan Wushi moves his lips carefully.
It drives Shen Qiao to the point of sparking, his mouth open in a silent moan, his nails raking down Yan Wushi’s back, the fabric there ripping until Yan Wushi feels it on his bare skin. He laughs loudly with glee.
Shen Qiao can only hope that his body is successfully activating some of his inner features that Bian Yanmei had told him about. He cannot concentrate on much at the moment, only focusing on Yan Wushi penetrated deep into his body at a controlled pace. The table beneath him is going to break, he can hear the wood begin to splinter and crack but he can’t bring himself to care.
Yan Wushi grabs the edges of the table, hips pistoning into Shen Qiao. He hears the creek before it happens and he’s able to grab onto Shen Qiao to try and cushion the fall as the table snaps.
Shen Qiao doesn’t notice it but the fall had caused Yan Wushi to push in far too roughly. A moan is torn from Shen Qiao and he pulls Yan Wushi impossibly deeper. Yan Wushi’s orgasm is ripped through his body, his semen shooting straight into Shen Qiao’s ass.
Shen Qiao twitches, the foreign feeling of Yan Wushi’s hot cum filling him up sending a sharp shock up his spine and suddenly, he feels like he is about to spill. “I— I can’t—” Shen Qiao cries out, trying to warn Yan Wushi but his penis jolts and he releases a burst of clear liquid that leaks down his thighs and coats Yan Wushi’s stomach.
Yan Wushi is trying valiantly to gain his breathing back but he grins crazily, holding Shen Qiao through his first orgasm. Shen Qiao’s HUD flashes white, something within him sparking and worrying Yan Wushi.
“A-Qiao?!” Yan Wushi leans over Shen Qiao, taking his face in his hands.
The glow in Shen Qiao’s eyes dim. He blinks rapidly, a warning in his system going off that his body was overheating.
He swallows and tells Yan Wushi he was fine, he only needed to cool down but Yan Wushi is already lifting him in his arms, stepping over the scattered wood to their bedroom to get some extra clothes for Shen Qiao.
Despite Shen Qiao insisting he was fine, Yan Wushi takes him to Bian Yanmei.