Author Notes: Hello again, everyone! My muse finally consented for things to be a bit more explicit this time. This chapter contains 3Zun content so please hit the Back button if it isn't your thing. Otherwise, enjoy :)

- Chapter Start -

XiChen was relieved not to come across anyone as he and GuangYao hurried to the Hanshi. Their brisk pace gave the impression of being eager to enjoy their wedding night. That was true of course, but more importantly...

"Did Da-ge look upset?" He asked.

"Trust me, Er-ge, he looked more eager than upset," GuangYao replied with a laugh. "I'm sure he's already waiting for us."

"What about the sweet tea?"

"Lan Wu promised to send over a fresh pot."

"You think of everything, A-Yao," XiChen praised and got a dimpled smile in return.

- o -

MingJue perked up when he heard footsteps coming up the steps of the Hanshi. He had made himself comfortable in the past ten minutes or so with Baxia resting on the low table. He had also helped himself to some Emperor Smile, no doubt from HuaiSang.

As two red clad figures entered, he smirked and set down his cup.

"XiChen, A-Yao. I hope you two don't mind that I've helped myself to one of your gifts."

"Not at all, Da-ge," XiChen replied with a wide smile.

"In fact, thank you for helping us finish it," GuangYao added with a similar smile.

When they put their hands together to bow, MingJue had to leap to his feet to stop them, a large hand under theirs.

"Cultivation partners do not bow to each other," he said with a frown. "Or have you two...?"

"Changed our minds?" GuangYao shook his head, smiling. "Rest assured we haven't, Da-ge."

"We still want to marry you," XiChen added.

MingJue was more relieved than he wanted to admit.

Well then," he said, voice deepening, "I'm ready."

He had been ready for the past two weeks. He had also been distracted and absent minded, caught himself grinning at nothing at all and even pacing in his room as he counted down the days. HuaiSang had noticed but stopped asking after being told off.

He still looked suspicious though.

MingJue had taken to frequenting the training fields late at night when he couldn't sleep, his qi itchy under his skin, unsettled and unbalanced. Despite exhausting himself, he would toss and turn in bed until he gave in and stroked himself to completion, hard and fast, just to get some form of relief.

It was frustrating. Being celibate had never been an issue before this. He had never sought affection or warmth from anyone; falling in love with XiChen had put paid to that. And after realising that he felt the same way about GuangYao, and learning that they both loved him as much he loved them...

Tonight.

He would finally be able to love both his sworn brothers tonight. Not at the same time of course although... that would be interesting.

"Da-ge, would you put this on?"

MingJue blinked to see XiChen holding out his outer wedding robe to him, rich with gold embroidery. XiChen's second layer was plain red silk. Without a word, MingJue removed his silver and green outer robe and put on the red one. The length was fine, but it was a little tight around the shoulders and chest. That was alright, he didn't need to fasten it for their prostrations.

"Da-ge looks very nice," GuangYao praised.

"He does indeed. We'll take turns bowing with him, A-Yao." XiChen looked charmingly flustered. "Would you remove my ribbon and tie it around Da-ge's right wrist and my left one?"

"With pleasure. By the way, the Lan Sect Ancestral Hall faces north."

XiChen and MingJue turned to face the side wall of the Hanshi.

"The first prostration is to the Heavens and Earth to pay respect to the gods and ancestors," GuangYao recited flawlessly despite having heard the words only once before.

When XiChen lowered himself to his knees, MingJue did the same, his knees thudding to the wooden floor. If it made him look too eager, he didn't consider that a bad thing. Together, they bowed until their foreheads touched the floor and then straightened up and rose to their feet.

"The second prostration is to the parents to thank them for their care."

Again, they got down on their knees and bowed.

"The third prostration is to each other to show mutual respect."

XiChen and MingJue turned to face each other with equally bright eyes and wide smiles. They each took a step back before kneeling down again and bowing to each other.

When they rose to their feet with XiChen giving MingJue a hand, GuangYao came forward.

"My turn," he said eagerly. "Please remove my ribbon, Er-ge."

With utmost solemnity, XiChen tied the ribbon around GuangYao's right wrist and MingJue's left one. Then he stood to the side and recited the same three lines as the other two bowed in unison, prompted by the latter when he stumbled over a word or two.

MingJue didn't mind XiChen helping him up, but when GuangYao did the same, he felt the insult of it and scowled.

"I'm only twenty five," he growled. "Nowhere near my deathbed yet."

"Of course not, Da-ge!" GuangYao looked shocked at the insinuation.

"You deserve our fullest consideration," XiChen cut in smoothly.

"Oh?" MingJue raised an eyebrow. "In that case, indulge me."

"You have but to ask," XiChen assured him. "What is it?"

MingJue opened his mouth, realised he wasn't quite shameless enough to voice it aloud and closed it again.

"Does Da-ge wish to take us both?" GuangYao asked, voice demure but eyes twinkling with devilish intent.

"A-Yao!" XiChen exclaimed at once, ears turning a vivid pink.

MingJue's body reacted with a swell of heat at hearing those words uttered with that innocent smile.

"Well, we need to complete the wine drinking ceremony with sweet tea first," GuangYao continued as if he hadn't noticed their reactions.

"Tea?" MingJue asked, frowning at the teapot and two red cups on the low table. "When we have Emperor Smile?"

"Gusu Lan rules, Da-ge," XiChen gave another deprecating smile.

"Very well," MingJue grumbled. He didn't care for sweet things, but he appreciated the thought.

Linking arms with XiChen, he took a sip and grimaced at the sugary sweetness of the tea. Next, he linked arms with GuangYao, grunting as their disparity in height forced him to bend much lower.

"Is your back alright, Da-ge?" GuangYao asked, all big eyed innocence.

MingJue glared at him, but GuangYao just drank his tea with a little smacking sound of his lips. When they straightened up, XiChen untied the ribbons.

"I'll take down your hair, Da-ge," he offered.

"I'll help," GuangYao chimed in.

Sitting on a cushion and feeling their fingers undoing his hair clasp, MingJue felt deja vu washing over him. Two weeks ago, he had thought he wouldn't get to be a part of this. It was thanks to GuangYao's keen observation and his courage in voicing out their feelings for each other that MingJue was here right now.

Feeling gentle fingers combing through his hair, realising he would experience this each time they were together, knowing he was forever bound to these two as they were bound to him... MingJue's heart was too full for words.

"Er-Ge, I'll take down your hair now."

"Thank you, A-Yao."

MingJue turned to watch them for a few moments before shifting closer to GuangYao.

"Who did your hair this morning?" He asked as he began removing the pins.

"It was YanLi-Jie," GuangYao replied, voice soft with joy.

"XiChen?"

"WangJi. We helped each other," XiChen's voice held a laugh.

After their hair had been combed nice and smooth - although MingJue's was still curly enough for GuangYao to coo over, they fell silent, eyes drawn to the bed with the new silk sheets and the extra bedding.

"I don't think it's big enough," XiChen said, biting his lip.

"We'll make it work. A-Yao can just sleep on either one of us," MingJue told him with a straight face.

"Da-ge, I'm not that tiny!"

As XiChen tried and failed to hold back a laugh, MingJue stood up and pulled his two husbands to their feet.

"Let's get started," he said. "Or do you need me to instruct you two on what's next?"

"Well, Chen-yishi gave WangJi and I a quick explanation last night," XiChen offered, blushing.

"Your family healer?"

"Yes. His cultivation partner was male. He also gifted us with a bottle of rose oil."

"How lovely!" A-Yao's eyes lit up. "I have lavender oil, but rose is better. I... ah... I know what to expect as well."

"And I know the basics," MingJue said shortly, pressing his lips together when the other two stared at him. "What? One picks up things here and there."

"Oh," XiChen said, eyes round.

"Heard some. Seen once or twice. That's it," MingJue hastily added.

None of them said anything as three pairs of eyes darted to the bed again and then away.

"Shall we start by removing our robes?" GuangYao suggested.

"Agreed," MingJue said and shrugged off his red robe, tossing it down on the low table.

- o -

XiChen topped the list of young masters of the cultivation world. His cultivation, whether in sword or music, was one of the highest. As one half of the Twin Jades of Gusu, he was well known for his good looks and gracious manner.

He still felt inadequate standing before MingJue who seemed to be built from nothing but muscle. That was already intimidating in itself without the virile proof of masculinity between his thighs, as big as the rest of him.

XiChen hoped the little squeak that sounded when MingJue dropped his trousers didn't come from him. He should have extinguished the two oil lamps before they stripped since the light from the full moon outside was more than sufficient.

"XiChen, why don't you and A-Yao get things rolling?"

XiChen's head snapped up from that mesmerising yet intimidating sight, heat pulsing in his cheeks as he met MingJue's solemn eyes.

"Da-ge?"

"Enjoy each other first. I insist."

"Oh." XiChen wet his lips and turned to GuangYao who smiled at him.

"May I suggest something, Er-ge?"

"Of course, A-Yao."

- o -

GuangYao's suggestion turned out to be a back massage with a few drops of the precious rose oil.

XiChen had no idea where or when he had picked up this particular skill, only that those clever fingers were finding every knot and tense muscle he didn't know he had, and smoothing them away. He found himself relaxing on the perfumed sheets, his earlier worries vanishing under those skilled hands. He only twitched a bit when the sheet covering his buttocks and legs was removed.

"Lift your hips a little, Er-Ge."

He obeyed without question and felt his knees nudged apart. Then something blunt and oiled touched that secret place between his buttocks. He tensed up at once, head jerking up and eyes flying open. That felt like a-

"Relax, Er-ge," GuangYao crooned. He shifted around to kneel in front of XiChen, fingers slipping under his chin to raise his head higher for a kiss.

XiChen's breath hitched against GuangYao's lips, his attention focused on that fingertip rubbing against his tender flesh before entering him. Turning to look over his shoulder, his eyes met MingJue's burning ones just as that finger pushed all the way in.

"Ahh!"

- o -

MingJue prepped XiChen the same way he did everything else - with a single minded focus that was both exhilarating and nerve wracking at the same time. Coaxed onto his hands and knees, attention split between GuangYao's tender kisses and MingJue's earnest attentions, XiChen could do nothing but pant and shiver... until one broad finger turned into two, and growing pleasure slid sideways into sharp discomfort.

"Ah, ow!"

"Sorry," MingJue muttered and withdrew from him.

There was the clink of glass and then freshly oiled fingers touched XiChen again, rubbing teasingly against him, making him pant and squirm before slipping inside. They thrust in and out, slow and purposeful, twisting this way and that. XiChen was incoherent with the blissful sensations overwhelming him. His trembling limbs were barely able to support his weight and he was so hard he feared he would spill himself before they got any further.

"Da-ge, enough," he panted. "Please..."

"You're not ready yet," MingJue muttered, his anxious voice belying the confident way he stroked and stretched.

"I am. I'm ready," XiChen insisted breathlessly, pushing against those fingers and sending them deeper inside him. "Ahh..."

"XiChen, I'm not... small."

"Oh, Da-ge is huge," GuangYao agreed and smiled at XiChen. "Come, let's turn you around, Er-ge."

XiChen collapsed onto the bed and turned onto his back with GuangYao's help. The heat in his face spread down his neck at the two pairs of eyes focusing on his aroused length lying against his stomach. MingJue's thick erection actually twitched and grew longer, the tip dripping with clear liquid.

XiChen found himself licking his dry lips.

"Come lean against me, Er-ge." Two hands grasped under his arms and pulled him backwards until he was half sitting, half lying against GuangYao's chest.

"There you go. Nice and ready," GuangYao murmured and pressed a kiss to his hair.

"Are you ready?" MingJue asked as he shifted closer between XiChen's legs.

"Yes..."

GuangYao's hands slid over XiChen's hips and under his knees. He pulled the trembling thighs upward and out, fully exposing XiChen to MingJue's burning gaze.

"A-Yao!" XiChen protested and blushed even deeper, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Don't be shy," MingJue told him, voice rumbling. "You're beautiful."

"Er-ge is very beautiful," GuangYao agreed.

"Are you ready?" MingJue asked again as he shifted closer.

"Yes, Da-ge."

- o -

By the time MingJue finally sheathed himself inside XiChen, he was breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving as he held himself very still. XiChen was panting, light and shallow, his senses overwhelmed and his body filled to bursting. A few tears had leaked from the corners of his eyes which GuangYao gently wiped away.

"XiChen?" MingJue asked, worry knitting his brows together. "I should have stretched you more."

"I'm fine, Da-ge. You can move, just... ah... just go slo- ahh!"

MingJue had pulled out almost all the way, and with a pained sounding groan, thrust forward again, rocking XiChen against GuangYao's chest.

"You're so tight," he grunted. "XiChen, are you sure...?"

XiChen still felt like he was about to be split in half, but he nodded quickly.

"I'm fine. A-Yao, are you alright? Am I leaning too hard against you?"

A soft, slightly breathless laugh sounded above his head and another kiss was pressed to his hair.

"Don't worry about me, Er-ge. Just enjoy yourself."

"Tell me if I'm - ahh!"

MingJue had thrust forward again, back bowed as he supported his weight on two powerful arms, muscles standing out in stark relief. Recalling what Chen-yishi had told him, XiChen continued to shift his hips until the next thrust sent sparks racing through his spine.

"Yes! There!" He gasped.

MingJue stopped at once.

"There what?"

"Don't stop! That felt..." XiChen squirmed in place, too shy to give voice to his pleasure even though he was intimately joined with MingJue.

"Good?" MingJue prompted.

XiChen nodded.

With a relieved smile, MingJue bent down to kiss him and then GuangYao. Straightening up, he pulled halfway out and slammed home again.

XiChen's back arched on a cry as sparkling pleasure washed through him again... and again... and again. MingJue was moving faster now, the tendons standing out in his neck, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down his cheek.

"XiChen, I-I won't last much longer. You?"

"Uh..."

"A-allow me, Da-ge." GuangYao's voice wasn't too steady either. With his legs on either side of XiChen, he bent forward and just managed to close his hand around XiChen's neglected length, letting each of MingJue's powerful thrusts drive it through his fist.

"A-Yao, Da-ge!" XiChen's grip on MingJue's shoulders tightened as the additional stimulation swept him to the edge and pushed him over, his release spurting out between GuangYao's fingers.

A moment later, he felt a similar warmth at his back as GuangYao gasped into his ear and shuddered. Then it was MingJue's turn, groaning as he spilled himself inside XiChen before collapsing onto him.

The three of them lay there as they caught their breath, overwhelmed by their first experience and in each other's arms. Then GuangYao stirred and gave a soft laugh.

"You two look amazing," he crooned as he stroked his husbands' hair and sweat dampened skin.

After some time, XiChen shifted from under the large and hot weight of MingJue's body and groaned.

"Da-ge?"

With a sigh and a kiss pressed to XiChen's neck, MingJue sat up. XiChen flushed as that still hard length withdrew from him, and their bodies separated with a rather embarrassing sound.

"A-Yao, what about you? Did you come?" MingJue asked, straight to the point as usual.

XiChen tipped his head back to see GuangYao smile, face flushed pink.

"I did, Da-ge. Seeing the two of you... I couldn't help it!"

Pleased, MingJue dropped a kiss on GuangYao's nose before reaching for one of their discarded inner robes. He wiped XiChen's chest with it and then his own.

"Well, we're not done yet," he announced, eyes gleaming. "Now I want to see XiChen taking you. Or you taking him, I don't care which."

- o -

The next morning...

XiChen awoke at five, still curled on his side with his head pillowed on a muscled shoulder. He raised his head and winced a bit as his neck protested. Then he sat up and winced again.

"Ow." The burn between his legs was still there.

A large hand found his and squeezed.

"I'm sorry, XiChen," MingJue apologised. "I was too eager."

XiChen squeezed back and smiled, even though MingJue was little more than a dark silhouette against the pale sheets.

"Please don't apologise, Da-ge. You are huge."

"That doesn't sound like a compliment." MingJue's voice was cautious.

XiChen chuckled.

"It is," he assured with a smile. "I'll be fine once I meditate a bit."

He should have done so last night to get his qi circulating, but MingJue had pulled him and GuangYao into his arms and they had all fallen asleep soon after. Looking down at the small figure curled up on MingJue's other side, XiChen's smile softened.

"A-Yao may need some healing energy though."

MingJue sat up slowly, careful not to disturb their other husband.

"If you two want to switch things around next visit," he began gruffly, "I'm open to it."

"A-Yao and I will hold you to that, Da-ge." XiChen leaned forward to kiss him.

"In fact," MingJue continued, "I'm sure I can take both of you in me at the same time."

XiChen choked at once, almost combusting from the erotic mental images those words brought up.

"Da-ge!" He whisper-shouted.

"Well, time to go back to the guestroom." MingJue reluctantly got down from the bed. "HuaiSang never wakes up this early, but I've had enough questions from him."

"We'll see you two at lunch," XiChen told him.

"You can see me earlier if you two are up for another round."

Stifling another chuckle, XiChen shook his head.

"Chen-yishi will be disappointed if he sees A-Yao and me limping after all his advice!"

"Ah. Too bad."

- Chapter End -

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please leave a review if you enjoyed this chapter and take care :)