Chronicles of the Beginning of Love

Qiu Huaijun was far more obedient in sleep than when he was awake. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t resist. The dim light illuminated half of his body, a hazy sort of beauty emerging.

He Wang lowered his body, hooking up his chin and licking at his lips. The bruising from the fight in the afternoon hadn’t healed yet, bringing a stinging pain. In sleep, Qiu Huaijun turned his head on instinct; his brows knit together, a groaning sound coming from his throat.

“How come even in sleep you won’t let gege kiss you?” He Wang said thoughtfully, smiling as he pulled open his clothes. He lowered his eyes and touched the soft, pale breasts. “Is it that you want ge* to kiss your other mouth?”

On his breasts were the finger lines Qiu Huaijun had left when squeezing out the milk. He truly didn’t treasure his body; he made his entire body painful before giving up. He Wang took a breast into his mouth, sucking the milk that hadn’t been squeezed out, producing a smacking sound. His teeth bit into his breast. Qiu Huaijun started to moan softly, as if he were quietly crying.

There wasn’t much milk left. He Wang, unsatisfied, lifted up his body and pursed his lips. His fingers slowly stroked over the arc of the body. The drug made Qiu Huaijun extremely sensitive. With his clothes opened wide, his breathing became distinctly heavier. He Wang undid his waistband, exposing grey boxer briefs. That place had already become erect, the evidence seeping out in dark color.

“Huaijun’s so wet.” He Wang’s hand extended into his underwear. Qiu Huaijun unconsciously gasped for breath, legs open wide. Not only was his dick erect, his pussy had become messily wet too, the perineum in the same state: soft, warm, and sticky. He Wang began to laugh. “How obedient.”

Qiu Huaijun still hadn’t awakened, so He Wang’s fingers immediately began to knead between the thick labia lips. He unconsciously stuck his waist out, breasts trembling lightly. He Wang buried his head between his two legs, tongue licking at the swollen clit. Qiu Huaijun’s body shook violently, helplessly moaning aloud. His entire body was hot, scalding; absorbed in a seemingly boundless dream, the intense pleasure almost making him die.

“Don’t…” Qiu Huaijun mumbled, tears seeping out from the corners of his eyes. He tilted his head towards the other side, fingers scrabbling at the bed sheet. “Mm…”

He Wang kneaded his thigh, tongue still lapping at his labia, slurping at his clit. It then slipped into his warm and wet hole, the tip curling agilely. His ears occasionally touched his wounds, bringing pain; and yet it felt good inside his hole. Qiu Huaijun’s abnormal female hole had never received such intense stimulation. Juice splattered out, following the groove of his ass to the bed sheet, quickly soaking a small part.

Qiu Huaijun’s moans gradually became more urgent. Just as he was approaching orgasm, He Wang moved away. Qiu Huaijun found it hard to endure, frowning and twisting his body. He Wang caressed his cheek and said tenderly, “You ought to listen to gege’s words. If you listened to gege, then wouldn’t gege have let you come?”

Footsteps suddenly sounded, but He Wang’s movements didn’t stop, continuing to rub and pinch the meat on his ass. His gaze was gentle and soft. The sound of footsteps stopped at the door; the door was pushed open. He Wang didn’t look back, and said, “You’re back.”

He Qingchuan had just finished evening independent study, his uniform still tidily worn on his body. He leaned on the doorframe, expression tranquil. “He fought again? There’s injuries all over his body.”

“Isn’t this his normal state? If he didn’t fight, then that would be strange.” He Wang pulled out a napkin. Qiu Huaijun’s hole was attacked by the cold and contracted, then lewdly spat out a bit of fluid. He patiently cleaned the stickiness between Qiu Huaijun’s legs. “After he fights, he never does as he’s told to do.”

A body close to orgasm was especially sensitive; even a casual touch was intolerable. There was nowhere to escape. The ointment was smeared in the area of the wound, cool and cold. He Wang didn’t want to let him leave scars, so he applied the ointment exceptionally carefully.

Qiu Huaijun dazedly mumbled, with a bit of tears in his voice, “Gege…”

Even the bones in his body had become soft, the murmured words the same; it was, with his usual rebellious appearance, worlds apart. He Wang had just finished applying the ointment and heard him. He laughed suddenly, “Take a guess, in his dream, are we villainous non-player characters, or the saviors?”

“It’d be better to guess which ge he’s calling.” He Qingchuan took off his glasses, clipping it to his lapel. He left.

He Wang put on Qiu Huaijun’s clothes for him. Lowering his head, he kissed Qiu Huaijun’s forehead.

“I hope you were calling me,” he laughed. “Huaijun.”

To the He villa’s courtyard, Qiu Huaijun had a sort of regret. There used to reside in it a locust tree, the branches bearing brown tumors. When Qiu Huaijun first arrived at the He family, he associated from that locust tree the single-story house he and his mother used to live in. His mother, Qiu Yuehe, often made fish for him. Silver fish laid on the chopping block, dead eyes reflecting mist and cucumber vine.

He learned that he was the He family’s illegitimate son when he was twelve years old. Qiu Yuehe got into a car accident, becoming a simpleton. She was sent into the welfare institution. This became Qiu Huaijun’s opportunity to enter the He family. At that time, he was even more rebellious. He climbed up the tree, stepping on the tumor on the branch, refusing to come down.

“Your mother can’t come to visit you. After you grow up, you can go see her often,” his father, He Hairan, said from under the tree. The shaken-off tree leaves made rustling sounds as they covered his face. “Huaijun, first come down, it’s dangerous up there.”

Qiu Huaijun looked down from high up, completely lacking any sense of inferiority from being the mistress’s son. He said, “Either you let me leave, or you let me take my mother’s last name! I’m not called He Huaijun!”

He Hairan had no way out; he could only agree. “Fine! Qiu Huaijun, Qiu! It’s okay now, come down!”

This was his first victory. But after, that tree became slanted, and he didn’t have a place to climb up high anymore.

At eight, Qiu Huaijun woke up. The shadow of the tree entered his vision; that place had switched out a new tree. Whatever species it was, it couldn’t replace the one from before. The flush and stimulation from his dream was too deeply engraved. Qiu Huaijun stared blankly at that tree, only sitting up after a long while and rubbing the space between his eyebrows.

His body was sore all over, more painful than the aftermath of a fight. His head hurt too. Qiu Huaijun put the pain down as his sleeping posture being wrong. He pushed the door open, his vision still swimming, causing him to nearly stumble. It was hard to avoid walking incredibly slowly; he clutched onto the railing of the stairs and descended, just exactly meeting He Qingchuan’s eyes.

Compared to er-ge He Wang, Qiu Huaijun was more respectful and distant towards that da-ge of his. He Qingchuan was eighteen years old, clearly only older than him by a year, yet he had a stable appearance, a little sophisticated for no reason at all. He didn’t have much impression of He Qingchuan; the deepest was still of that tumor on the locust tree. Qiu Huaijun couldn’t get down. When he fell, it was He Qingchuan that caught him and said, “Are you trying to fall to your death in order to frame me?”

“Don’t speak nonsense!” Qiu Huaijun’s fur stuck up like an annoyed cat’s, struggling out of his hold. “I’m not framing people!”

He Qingchuan never used dirty language, but his words were especially unpleasant to the ear. Qiu Huaijun didn’t like to get close to He Qingchuan. His objective for coming down the stairs was very simple: to only go to the living room for a cup of water with ice cubes. Right now, his mouth was dry, needing to cool down. But to get water, he had to pass by He Qingchuan. He hadn’t swept past when he heard He Qingchuan say, “Dad called me.”

Qiu Huaijun stopped walking and made a tch sound. “What’s it got to do with you?”

“Dad had me tell you, if there’s another fight—” He Qingchuan didn’t get up, his tone flat, “ — he won’t let you visit auntie anymore.”

Qiu Huaijun’s footsteps paused in an instant. His mind was already a lump of paste; at this, it completely exploded. He looked over fiercely and said loudly, “For what reason is he not letting me go?”

“For the reason of you not doing as you’re told to do.” He Qingchuan raised his eyes, light as a feather.

Qiu Huaijun laughed coldly, throwing down a “fuck off”. The sound of his voice had just landed when his wrist was seized violently, his entire body flipping before his eyes. He fell onto the soft sofa. He Qingchuan restrained him, voice low, “You’re telling who to fuck off?”

“You and He Hairan both fuck off…” Qiu Huaijun’s head was terribly dizzy, making him unable to bring an ounce of strength out from his body. He only smelled the scent on He Qingchuan’s body, a clean, soapy fragrance with a hint of detergent. “Fuck, all shitty people…”

“Why did you fight?” He Qingchuan lowered his eyes and grasped Qiu Huaijun’s hair, lightly pulling it back, forcing Qiu Huaijun to lift his eyes to look at him.

“No reason!” Qiu Huaijun sucked in deep breaths, glaring at He Qingchuan. “Whoever I want to beat up, I beat up, do I need to ask permission? Who the fuck are you, trying to control me!”

“If you don’t give a reason, then it’d be hard for me to explain to Dad,” He Qingchuan said calmly. “Where did you get hurt?”

“None of your business!” Qiu Huaijun was still struggling.

“I’ll check your injuries,” He Qingchuan said lightly. He knelt on one knee between his two legs, forcefully and yet invasively oppressing him. “Do as you’re told, Huaijun.”

Qiu Huaijun instantly panicked. He clearly felt He Qingchuan’s hand lifting open his clothes, stroking over his back, feeling about for his wounds. He was afraid of He Qingchuan feeling out the abnormalities on his body, so he began to desperately fight for his life. But his head truly did hurt terribly, making him weak and drained of power. Ultimately, even his voice became slightly choked with sobs. “What are you doing, are you mentally ill! Don’t touch me…”

“Who am I?” He Qingchuan lowered his eyelashes to look at him, and saw that the corners of Qiu Huaijun’s eyes had tears, his face completely red. This led him to believe that if he released Qiu Huaijun now, a fist would definitely land on his face, on the basis of Qiu Huaijun’s penchant for seeking revenge for the smallest grievance. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“Ge… gege, you’re my ge!” Qiu Huaijun endured the humiliation, the feeling of being wronged. “Don’t touch anymore… my wounds are all healed, they don’t hurt anymore.”

“If there’s another fight, I’ll still check your injuries like this.” He Qingchuan seemed to be smiling. He released Qiu Huaijun’s hair. Qiu Huaijun leaned against the cushion of the sofa, red eyes staring at He Qingchuan. “Do you understand? Huaijun.”

Qiu Huaijun clenched his hand into a fist and turned his face to the side. He said through clenched teeth, “Understood.”

*哥; same thing as gege