Spirit Caves

One moment, everything was fine. The next, however, were complete chaos.

His qi had been steady and okay for a while, and then he tried to fluctuate between calm and overpowering. It was to help master control over one's qi, which was critical in fighting. Since his qi had been slightly all over the place recently, it was hard to rein it in and control it, causing the current situation.

He was qi deviating.

Badly.

He had registered that someone had entered the Spirit Caves and went to their own little cave, so he was hoping they would hear him when his body slammed into the wall. His body was convulsing sporadically, most of the time causing him to either fall or slam into a wall.

He heard light footsteps and whirled around. He saw his shixiong staring at him with slight horror as he charged at him. The only think he was physically able to do was kill something, but he didn't want to kill his shixiong. He was okay with harming him however.

Maybe.

After a brief 'fight', (Shen Qingqiu was just dodging) his shixiong had managed to land a hit that slammed him into the wall, causing him to faint. When he woke up, he felt a pleasant stream of qi flowing into him. It felt like the calm of waking up to a calm morning, the sunlight making everything lighter in color.

He barely registered the feeling of hands fussing over smoothing his collar and wiping his face, along with straightening some of his hair. He could tell he was in someone's lap, in a position where he could heave blood.

As soon as he regained enough consciousness, his eyes snapped to who was holding him, preparing himself to mutilate them, before stopping and only glaring at his shixiong.

"If you wanted to die, could you have done so somewhere else. This shixiong does not want to be held responsible."

It was a lie, of course. He didn't mind being responsible for Liu Qingge, but said person didn't need to know that.

Liu Qingge had scrunched his face, prepared to tell him off before suddenly lurching with the onslaught of vomiting blood. The iron tang of it wasn't pleasant, but he could deal with it.

After he finished, the hand that was patting his back moved to wipe his face.

"Don't try to talk. Save your strength to recover."

What Liu Qingge didn't know, was that his shixiong had been desperately searching for medicine to boost his recovery, only finding his novel he forgot to leave at home. He tossed it onto the ground, conveniently landing on the instructions page, before returning to fussing over Liu Qingge.

He asked if he had any medicine with him, or communicating talismans. When all he received a shake of his head, he huffed and continued providing qi for him, smoothing at the little crinkles that had built up over the course of a few months.

He didn't dare stop, just in case it spiked again into something worse.

"Tell my sister-"

"Shut up."

It caused Liu Qingge to blink in surprise. Even when his shixiong was agitated, he would insult someone in an intelligent way. This statement had been a little culture shock to him, so he promptly shut up.

After a long while, Shen Qingqiu said 'fuck it' in his heart and decided that it wouldn't hurt to try the bullshit method of his novel.

After a moment with no fussing, Liu Qingge looked at his shixiong in questioning when he saw that he wasn't looking at him, but off to the side, with his hand hovering over his chest.

Even if he was confused, his brain thoughtfully reminded him of Shen Qingqiu telling him to not speak. So he let out a noise instead. The glare he received was enough for him to let it go.

Shen Qingqiu's thought process was that if it didn't work, he wouldn't think about it. He would burn the novel so that he wouldn't think of this moment when he saw it. He didn't truly think it would, so his surprise when he felt his robes start to dampen was more than it should have been.

Thankfully, his Liu-shidi seemed to have drifted into a hazy state, unable to see his shixiong strip his upper robes to confirm what he was feeling.

After confirming that he was, indeed, lactating bullshit tiddy milk, he scrambled his shidi into being by his chest.

Liu Qingge, having been rudely scared out of his haze, was surprised when he felt a liquid start building at the edge of his mouth, dumbly licking at it.

After hearing a hiss from his shixiong and tasting milk, he confirmed he was at his chest, mouth slightly smushed into his nipple.

After sputtering against his chest, landing more milk on his tongue, he shoved himself away, preparing to fight for his honor, when he was once again shoved into that chest. Since his mouth his open when he was shoved towards it, the taste of milk flooded his mouth, causing him to swallow.

He was shocked when his qi had calmed drastically.

"It will help Liu-shidi get better, just drink it."

After a few more suckles, Liu Qingge finally returned from his stupor, he decided to bite harder then what he should have, attempting to make it as miserable as he could for both of them.

When he was forcefully shoved away after hearing his shixiong's cry of pain, the scolding he received was enough for him to understand that he shouldn't test this man right now. The man's tiddy milk caused him to be easy to agitate. His tiddy milk infested rage had caused the desired outcome, his shidi being easier with his chest, and also an unintentional one. Liu Qingge was promptly ignoring the way his pillar was reacting to the snarling of his shixiong, blaming it on many other things.

When Liu Qingge started again to suckle, softly this time, he noticed immediately its taste again. It was warm and mellow, but nothing could taste better to him. It very quickly put him back into a hazy safe space, if his nuzzling was anything to go by. With his shixiong unconsciously petting his hair, he felt like he could fall asleep, something he doesn't do in front of others, much less cuddled on them.

When the first breast ran dry, he nuzzled and whined, sucking on it one more time to make sure it was empty. It caused Shen Qingqiu to hiss at the sensitivity, before gently removing Liu Qingge's head from one nipple and moving him to the other, which was swollen slightly and leaking quite pitifully. His shidi made sure to lap at the smeared milk, cleaning his soft breast before gently latching onto the secreting nipple.