After the night at Yunmeng's Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji roamed around night hunting and along with Lil' Apple, being 'wherever the chaos was' as before. They went into a wine shop and sat down at a table in a plain little corner.

Wei Wuxian asked for wine and Lan Wangji ordered a few plates. Wuxian listened to Wangji's deep voice state the names of the dishes with one hand propping up his cheek and another resting underneath the table, fingers wrapped around the snowy white ribbon. He had a big grin on his face. Only after the servant was gone did he begin to eat.

"So many of them are spicy."

Just as Lan Wangji was about to answer him with a criticism on his posture, Wei Wuxian set his chopsticks down and picked a pepper from his plate. He turned it around in his hand.

"Can you eat them?" Wei Wuxian asked while looking at the pepper in his hand as if admiring it.

Evaluated every inch of Wei Wuxian's face, Wangji could not help but give his instinctual, involuntary answer. "Anything for Wei Ying."

Wei Wuxian was taken aback by this. As much as he wanted to laugh at this, he also wanted to protest. He looked away; his face flushed slightly.

"Anything?" Wuxian asked.

"Mn."

Wuxian eyed the pepper in his fingers before smirking. A sense of mischief suddenly enveloped him like a blanket. He asked, "You'll even…share some spice with me?"

The corners of Wangji's mouth twitched ever so slightly. It didn't go unnoticed by Wei Wuxian. If Wei Wuxian's eyes could smile, they would. A set of customers that had been sitting two tables across from them got up and exited the wine shop, leaving a bit more privacy Wuxian's idea to hatch.

"I'll make you a fun challenge Lan er-gege." Wei Wuxian said as he curled his finger at Wangji, his expression solemn. Wangji moved closer to Wuxian. In a hushed tone, Wuxian whispered to Wangji, "For each pepper eaten is the number of rounds I'll owe you tonight. For every bite taken per pepper is the number of different positions and ways you can have me…. We can even eat these together if you'd like."

The tips of Wangji's ears burned a bright scarlet. Fantasies of tongues interlocking with a chili pepper in between sprang to life in a corner of his mind. It took everything he had to stay seated. "Not here."

Wei Wuxian raised a brow.

Wangji looked around for a distraction but found no comfort in the wine shop. Any noise from earlier had all but settled with customers, having come and gone. Wangji's eyes wandered back and watched as Wuxian turned the pepper around in his slender fingers. At first, the delicacy of the touch reminded him of a precious stone but then Wuxian's fingers began caressing the vegetable, applying pressure to it like he would another part on the body. Arms at his side, Wangji's fingers twitched. His mind swirled at the thought of playing more dangerous games than with food.

"It has to be here. We have to start it here." Wei Wuxian said, his elbows and upper body leaning on the table.

Wangji picked up his teacup from the table and took a sip. With a calm tone, he said, "Sit properly."

Wei Wuxian's grin grew wider and after a moment said, "There's no tea in the cup."

Wangji said nothing. He filled his cup and brought it to his lips once more. After a while of staring enduring Wei Wuxian's dancing finger, he repeated with some hesitation in his voice, "…Sit properly?"

Wei Wuxian arched a brow once more and sat back. He tossed the pepper in his hand aside. Looking his husband in the eye, he said, "Don't think I can't read you like an open book, Lan Zhan. You want to do this but you're also trying to avoid it." He sighed and continued, "Walk away if you want. You're still my husband but rewards are earned. You're not going to get anything I promised if you don't at least try."

Lan Wangji remained silent. Looking at one of the plates, he grabbed a whole pepper with his chopsticks then stopped. He pondered on why people liked to eat spicy foods. He would imagine the answer was the same as to why people liked to drink Emperor's Smile. To reassure himself this was the case, Wangji followed through. He took the chili pepper whole into his mouth.

Wei Wuxian watched on with awe as Lan Wangji's lips swayed from one side to the other taking approximately two or three bites at the pepper before swallowing. The motion had been slow enough that Wuxian could tell they were real bite and not his husband pretending. With his husband having an unphased expression after taking a bite of the pepper, Wei Wuxian almost rubbed his chin in wonder and confusion.

Before Wuxian could say anything, Wangji took another pepper into his mouth and ate it with the same number of bites. Wei Wuxian placed his elbows back on the table and rested his head in his palms, amused by his husband. His husband's pale thin red lips became plump and turned a vibrant shade of scarlet with every bite. Wuxian's swallowed hungrily as his eyes drifted over every movement of Wangji's lips before they swallowed.

Just as Wangji was about to grab another chili pepper with his chopsticks, Wangji let out a soft, shallow cough as if something were stuck in his throat. A droplet of sweat perspired from Wangji's brow.

Wei Wuxian fixed his position before Wangji could reprimand him again.

"I want to eat one with you, Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian said taking a pepper in his chopsticks and placing it at his own lips.

A blush crawled onto Lan Wangji's ears that covered everything from their tips to the bottom of his neck. He moved closer to Wei Wuxian and shielded him in a way that, from the front, no one would realize it was two individuals. With as much care and composure as needed, Lan Wangji grabbed Wei Wuxian's chin and brought his face close. Their eyes locked on each other with a knowing gaze that communicated everything that needed to be said. Wangji wound his tongue around the vegetable being held in Wei Wuxian's lips.

Wuxian pressed his lips to Wangji's. Their lips met just as their moist tongues touched. Wuxian smiled into the soft kiss, the pepper blocking his tongue's reach of Wangji's. Flushing softly, Wangji gave Wuxian another knowing look as his tongue did its work. Wangji rotated the vegetable with his tongue in one swift motion so that instead of having it sit horizontally in the mouth it was now vertical. In a slow-motion, the tongues once more hungrily chased one another after the pepper. This time, however, any onlooker would think Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were acting like two bunnies were trying to feed on the same carrot.

Trying his best to show a bit of restraint—internally he wanted nothing more than to climb onto Lan Wangji's lap like a little kid—Wei Wuxian tongues swirled around each other and the vegetable. They'd only part momentarily for the sake of refilling their emptied lungs with oxygen. But even then, a deep desire loomed over the two. The chili's lower end softened in Wei Wuxian's mouth, but its upper half remained firm. With the force of their tongues and throat muscles contracting, the chili snapped in two within their mouths. They pulled away, the tingling of the spicy filled their throats. With a swallow, half the chili was devoured by Wei Wuxian. An infectious grin returned to his face. Wuxian nipped up Lan Wangji's neck, feeling him swallow the other half of the chili. Lan Wangji hands balled into fists, desperately trying to resist the urge to act on his impulses in public.

Once he reached his ear, he whispered, "Lan Zhan, we should get out of here and go somewhere we can continue…this."

"Mn."

With that, Lan Wangji paid and the left, hand-in-hand.

A bright moon glowed over the horizon. Wei Wuxian hopped off Lil' Apple's back as Lan Wangji tied the donkey's lead to a post outside of the inn they'd decided to stay at for the night. After having made the request to stay in one room, the two were escorted to their room. The innkeeper left promptly afterward. Wuxian sat on the wooden bed pretending like he knew nothing of what was coming for him next. He did everything in his power to hold back his smiles and laughter as he saw his Lan Zhan approach cautiously.

"What are you being so sheepish about?" Wei Wuxian asked amused at his husband. Before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Wuxian got off the bed and was first to approach him. He grabbed Lan Wangji around the waist and wrapped himself around him as their tongues had earlier. Wei Wuxian continued, "It's fine, Lan Zhan. We made a deal. How do you want me tonight?"

Lan Wangji took a moment to think about how he wanted to respond to this question. In the end, he said, "Spicy."

A flushed Wei Wuxian couldn't help but burst out into laughter. Laughing was a time killer.

Spicy he'd said. Wei Wuxian thought as he pondered on what sort of things his Hanguang-Jun would consider spicy aside from all the other explicates they'd done thus far. Wei Wuxian could list dozens of adjectives for their previous activities—negatively: frivolous, shameless, forthright, indecent, lewd but positively: seductive, alluring, loving, rough (in a good way)—but never had he thought spicy.

Just as he continued to ponder, his Hanguang-Jun pulled out something from inside of his sleeves. He raised the small object in his hand for Wei Wuxian to see. Upon seeing them, the laughter died instantaneously. In Lan Wangji's hands were two peppers. The very same kind they had been sucking on and making out with as a challenge in the wine shop earlier. Wuxian chuckled lightly more out of disbelief than anything.

"Wow, Lan Zhan…what a man you are. Are you finally showing your true self to me? Do you actually really enjoy spice?" Wuxian said.

Lan Wangji continued to stare at Wei Wuxian with an unreadable expression on his face. After a moment's silence, he pushed the chili peppers closer to Wei Wuxian and repeated his desire for a spicy night.

Wei Wuxian sighed. He knew he should have seen this coming. He'd dug his own grave, not just now but many times since he returned in this second life.

Wuxian grabbed the chili peppers from Lan Wangji's hand and placed them on the upper part of the bed. Wangji's hand traveled around Wuxian's waist and tugged at the ends of his sash belt in a teasing manner.

With a grin, Wuxian moved Wangji's hand up from his belt to his face where he kissed Wangji's palm before placing it on his cheek.

"I owe you three rounds and you only brought two chili peppers so let's take our time Han-Guang-Jun." Wei Wuxian said annunciated Wangji's title in a slow, deep tone as he untied his sash belt and removed the top layer of clothing. He tossed the clothes aside and when he looked back, he saw that Hanguang-Jun had done the same. Wei Wuxian crawled onto Lan Wangji's lap before bringing his lips beside Lan Wangji's white jade earlobes. "Lan Zhan ~"

The earlobe looked like an untouched jewel waiting for someone to claim it. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but take a soft bite. The earlobe was just as soft and cool in his mouth as Wei Wuxian remembered it to be the last time, he had bitten it this way. After a few nips, he took the earlobe into his mouth like he had with the chili pepper and sucked it tenderly. His tongue moistened the tip at first and then made its way up the outer rim of the ear, sucking as it went along. Wangji's expression slowly broke from its unphased, unreadable gaze to a more expressive one. As Wei Wuxian moved his head one way, Wangji moved his head the other.

Lan Wangji's lips traveled down Wei Wuxian's throat—sucking and biting at his Adam's Apple—and blazed through the tender skin on his new body's chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Wei Wuxian's attention moved on to the scars on his husband's back. He flinched slightly when he saw them, being reminded of how Lan Wangji received such fatal wounds that had marked his body eternally. At first, his fingertips traced over the lines of the scars followed by subtle kisses. If Lan Wangji showed any sign of this action being bothered, it went unnoticed. Wangji's ears burned brighter than a kindling fire in the dark.

Lan Wangji's lips traced the lining of Wuxian's collarbone, kissing growing in number and in fierceness while hands roaming freely.

Wei Wuxian felt Lan Wangji pull his hips up to the sky as if offering his bare ass towards the gods. Knees still planted on the ground, he felt Lan Wangji reach over him for one of the chili peppers. With his ass high in the air and a chill starting to overtake it, an understanding of what was about to take place gradually invaded Wei Wuxian's conscience. At first, there was a bit of nervousness that was quickly eradicated by the sheer exhilaration that overcame him. This would be a completely different experience from the average fingering.

"Make sure you stick it in deep so that you can eat out my ass." Wei Wuxian remarked with a smirk as he noticed his husband's sudden hesitation from the corner of his eye.

Lan Wangji dug a digit in Wei Wuxian's backend, squeezing his cheeks like a heartbeat with his free hand. After several minutes of one repeated slick movement, the puckered hole started to stretch and loosen. At this, Wangji inserted a second digit, then a third, and began opening and closing them, at first slowly but the rhythm increased in speed after some time causing Wuxian's hole to flutter. And with that speed, Wangji's clenched fingers dug deeper into the skin of Wuxian's back end. With every pump of his fist, Wuxian let out a breathy moan and other sounds. There were times when Wangji's thumb would lazily slide along a tender area in between his inner thighs occasionally thumbing his coin pouch. This was one far more prized than a jealous teen's stolen treasure.

Wei Wuxian would have thought his husband was hoping to leave marks…but he didn't particularly mind. In fact, he welcomed the rough touches. After a while, it wasn't just Wangji's hands kneading and pressing at his cheeks as if they were dough. He did this to the point of marking but with lips, tongue, and teeth for added fun. Wei Wuxian especially liked it when Lan Wangji bit into him as if he were trying to eat him alive starting from the back.

After releasing his fingers, Lan Wangji's tongue slid along the entrance, leaving Wei Wuxian feeling a sudden excessive dampness to an area that had been unattended and in the air for far too long. Wei Wuxian let out an unexpected moan, which made him flush, then he quickly recomposed himself.

"I hope you enjoy the meal!" Wei Wuxian exclaimed as a bead of sweat ran down his temple.

Trying to ignore the teasing, he took out the chili pepper and swiftly plunged it into Wei Wuxian's entrance, not allowing time for Wei Wuxian to think or utter another word of teasing. Wei Wuxian jerked his backend up and his chest lower.

"I should have known you'd be rough and direct … even doing something like this." Wei Wuxian said. As he fixed his posture in a cat-like manner. In Wei Wuxian's current posture, Lan Wangji took off his forehead ribbon.

Presenting it to Wei Wuxian he said, "Can—" He wanted to say Can I? Instead, he was rendered silent.

Nothing else needed to be explained. With a mischievous grin on his face, Wei Wuxian giggled and nodded. With haste, Lan Wangji tried the forehead ribbon multiple times around Wei Wuxian's wrists, binding them together. The binding was tighter than it should have been and would leave markings once it was removed, however, Wei Wuxian was unmoved by that. A few marks that would be covered by sleeves were the last thought on his mind. He continued to giggle ever so lightly—it wasn't the nerves building up or so he kept telling himself—and talk Lan Wangji's brains out while he worked.

Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian back into a proper posture on his knees. Before turning back, Wei Wuxian caught Lan Wangji's sleeve. They both looked at each other for a moment before their lips attacked each other fiercely. The loud smacking rang around the room. Momentarily weak, Wuxian's legs bent. Feeling the chili at his entrance, he pecked Wangji and shifted his head to his back end, trying to remind the seduced, love intoxicated Wangji of what he was originally doing.

As if snapping out of a daze, Lan Wangji moved his lips—kissing Wei Wuxian's nose, his forehead, his hair, the back of his neck, the small of his back, and so on. Lan Wangji's lips skimmed up the back of Wei Wuxian's parted thighs just enough so that they barely pressed against the skin. Every fifteen seconds, his mouth would stop in its tracks and take a moment to taste Wei Wuxian further. No matter which part of the thighs Lan Wangji bit into, the taste remained intoxicatingly flavorful like how he imagined an alcoholic would enjoy Gusu's Emperor's Smile.

Wei Wuxian's legs wobbled. They were only at the foreplay stage, and he knew this was a sign that he would not be able to walk straight tomorrow.

He grinned at this notion as if accepting an already rather impossible challenge. Attempt the impossible. That was the Yunmeg Jiang motto and yet so many times he'd not just attempted but conquered it. Wei Wuxian was brought back to reality by an unexpected pressure down below.

In Wei Wuxian's moment of distraction, he'd failed to notice Lan Wangji's progression. His toes curled, allowing his imagination to wander slightly, as Lan Wangji's lips slowly suckled at the pointed tip of the chili. The pepper bobbed in his insides like one of Lan Zhan's fingers would. Wei Wuxian groaned as a euphoric sensation build-up near his gut. His half-hard erection beginning to become more and more impossible to ignore. Lan Wangji taking his time in satisfying Wei Wuxian would be the death of him, Wei Wuxian was sure of that.

At this, Wangji's tongue slithered its way into the entrance, sharing the rather tight opening with the pepper while the end of the pepper was at the base of Wangji's throat. Over the past few weeks, he'd gotten better at holding back his gag reflects. This was the ultimate test.

Lan Wangji sank his teeth into the pepper without tearing a piece off. His tongue, gums, and his throat tingled with more eagerness than they had before. A bit of saliva escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down onto the entrance and onto Wei Wuxian's sack. A chill ran down Wei Wuxian's spine through rough audible breaths.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian started in an almost breathless voice, "Don't ignore this side of me!"

Lan Wangji bit off a piece of the pepper and looked up. Turning to look at Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian saw that his husband's face was covered in droplets of sweat. He burst out laughing but choked on his laugh and looked down at the sudden pressure below. His husband had taken hold of his hard shaft, which by his hypersexual imagination was pleading for Lan Wangji's physical contact. He wondered if Wangji could feel the shaft pulsing in his grasp.

For some unknown reason, a warmer-than-was-necessary and uncomfortable feeling rose in near in the area between his balls and his entrance. He couldn't pinpoint exactly where the source of the feeling was or what it was. Wuxian shifted his hips slightly, opening his thighs wider. He did everything in his power to pay little to no mind to anything other than Lan Wangji.

"Are you going to do m—" Wuxian was cut off by Wangji's sudden physical pull. Wuxian was flipped onto his back, with Lan Wangji on top. Wuxian's lips press against Wangji's tangly ones.

Lan Wangji still had yet to swallow the piece of chili pepper in his mouth. The two twined their tongues around it like a braid, letting the half piece snap further. Their mouths parted, allowing both to swallow their pieces of the pepper.

Lan Wangji stared into Wei Wuxian's eyes for a moment placing a gentle kiss at the center of his chest, then his belly button.

Wangji's lips landed several breathy pecked on Wei Wuxian's coin pouch, his lips tugging at the skin playfully. Wei Wuxian groaned, arching his back muscles, and rolling his shoulders. He did his best to ignore the unusual, increasing heat and tingling sensation down below.

Wangji made their way to Wuxian's erect shaft. Like the dip of a dragonfly, his tongue slid up Wuxian's shaft licking the dripped slick of pre-cum on its way up. Wangji cupped the hardened shaft, holding it upright. Glossed with pre-cum at the head, the pillar looked like with a few rough shakes of his hands, Wangji would make Wuxian cum. Wangji thumbed the head a bit before taking it into his mouth whole. Wei Wuxian's breathing hitched, his toes curled, and his hands sprang forward to catch Lan Wangji's hair by the root.

Lan Wangji's throat muscles worked their magic on him as the muscles contracted slowly but at a steady rhythm.

"Laaaa-nn-Laan Zhhaann." Wei Wuxian gave a pant-full cry.

Wei Wuxian's face was flushed, and breathing was heavier than ever. His warm body had electrifying waves of pleasure rippling through it. However, down below the tingling feeling continued and only grew in severity, now having reached his dick somehow. It tingled—or at least felt like it tingled in Lan Wangji's mouth, he couldn't be sure if it was all an illusion—and the dull tingling twisted into an internal knotting sensation that came close touching fire, In his current state, he wasn't sure if this was delusionary passion or excruciating pain. He clutched at the blankets on the bed—releasing a groan—wanting to shover Lan Wangji off him and put out the fire that had engulfed his erection and beyond all of a sudden.

Wei Wuxian's fist pounded on the bed's wooden surface as he cried, "Lan Zhan, please stop! It hurts a lot! I'm not teasing this time. It really hurts a lot!"

Upon hearing this, Lan Wangji let up. His face would have read as expressionless to the average individual, but Wei Wuxian saw concern flicker into Lan Wangji's gaze.

His balls felt like they were being burnt alive with lava! Being unable to hold back he yelled through gasps, "Get water! Get herbs! Get milk! Hurry!" Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to touch his now-very-hot-and-sensitive-for-the-wrong reasons nether regions.

Lan Wangji wanted to move but almost couldn't remember how. With a confused look, he took a hesitant step toward the pain-stricken Wei Wuxian. 'Was he overexaggerating again?' He thought to himself.

Wei Wuxian's brows knitted together in frustration. Usually, he would have worn a smile but as his dick and his balls felt like they were in jeopardy, this was no laughing matter. Wuxian pleaded, "Just do something about it!" His hand clutched at his hair in frustration. "I don't care what it is, Lan Zhan, just help me!"

With that plea, Lan Wangji raced off to retrieve an antidote.

Wei Wuxian lay on his back with his legs parted as wide as possible, tears streaming down his face. Lan Wangji's forehead ribbon still held his arms in a bound position. He had thought about untying it with his teeth but the pain in his nether regions was far too great to focus on his bound wrists. The night breeze that came in through the now open window was cool and helped sustain the heavy throbbing sensation—for reasons he'd rather not think about—down below. He giggled to himself, not wanting to look or guess at how swollen his nether regions must be by now.

No one had come up to the room, he and Lan Wangji were staying in; he was especially grateful for that. A sound from behind him made him flinch, but he lowered his guard when he recognized the scent of sandalwood.

"You're finally back Lan Zhan! What took you so long? Did you run into that much trouble?"

Lan Wangji said nothing as he came around Wei Wuxian's side and sat down on the wooden bed beside him. He said while opening the jar of milk and box of herbs in hand, "In order to properly indicate which herbs would serve our purpose best…an explanation needed to be provided..."

Wei Wuxian was already flushed and feverish but upon hearing this, a deeper shade of crimson crawled up his neck and onto his cheeks.

"Lan Zhan, what kind of shameless thing did you tell these people?"

Lan Wangji shrugged and said, "Only said it was a poorly thought-out prank."

Wei Wuxian chuckled more to himself than anything. Of course, he did. Before Wei Wuxian could say anything else, Lan Wangji took hold of his naked body in his arms and kissed him. Looking into Wei Wuxian's confused gaze, Lan Wangji lifted the looked over at the milk and the cream and then back at Wei Wuxian with a knowing look.

Wei Wuxian smirked up at Lan Wangji as he said in a pleading manner, "Heal me, Hanguang-jun."

"Mn." Lan Wangji responded, spreading Wei Wuxian's legs wider, getting a good look at his second servings.

He plucked out half the chili pepper that was sticking out of Wei Wuxian's back end with a pop. Wuxian's hole puckered. Lan Wangji proceeded to soak his fingers in the milk after having poured some of it into his mouth, swallowing a gulp whole. With the use of two soaked digits, Lan Wangi entered Wei Wuxian's entrance, moistening the insides with milk. The fire wasn't instantly put out, but a bit of the pain did diminish.

"Go deeper Lan Zhan." Wei Wuxian said pressing his tied palms together, rubbing them. He wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands but this seemed like something to do.

Lan Wangji's long, slender, and wet digits did their best to hit deeper further exploring the insides of Wei Wuxian's body. Wei Wuxian's pulse pounded in his ears like a drum, his head felt light from the sudden intoxicating pleasure overriding the literal pain in his ass. Suddenly hitting with a bit of an angle, Wei Wuxian moaned louder than he had all night long. Streams of pleasure filled every bloodlet in Wuxian's body.

Lan Wangji gave a small smile. Pulling out his fingers, Wangji repoured the milk into his mouth. Wei Wuxian's cock had swelled to about twice times its normal erect size. Lan Wangji took it into his mouth a bit of milk spilling out of the corners of his mouth as he enclosed his lips around Wei Wuxian's erection. Wangji's lips began a rhythmic suckling motion both relieving the tingling feeling at the base of Wuxian's cock at a slowed pace yet sending new waves of pleasure that only served to entice the erection of his burning shaft even more.

Within a matter of minute, Wei Wuxian shaft—still burning but just a bit less than it had been originally—gave a twitch and he came into Lan Wangji's mouth. Satisfying them both, Lan Wangji let out, retrieved the herbs, and placed them on Wei Wuxian's nether regions. Wangji untied the ribbon from both of Wuxian's wrists. Just as he was taking it back, Wuxian caught one of the ends of the ribbon and tugged the ribbon back towards his chest. Lan Wangji released the forehead ribbon from his hold, allowing Wei Wuxian to tie the ribbon to one of his wrists. Just as Wei Wuxian moved to close his legs a sizzling feeling, like fingers touching a boiling pot, seized his coin pouch once more. He winced. If this is what being rich felt like—he looked over at Lan Wangji with a trying to hold back his cries—he'd guess the rich were cursed.

Laying at his husband's side, Wangji said in a hushed voice, "They told me you'd have to wait it out but that the herbs and milk would ease the pain and…spicy sensations."

Wei Wuxian could hold back his giggles. Shaking his head he said, "At least I have my handsome husband to accompany me through it."

"Mn," Wangji said, as he wrapped an arm around Wuxian and rubbed his arm as Wuxian leaned his head on Wangji's shoulder. He whispered to Wei Wuxian, "But you'll still owe me my prize."

Wei Wuxian stiffened slightly and couldn't come to laugh out loud, the giggles were all internal. He had indeed dug his own grave since the beginning and only continued to dig it deeper and deeper.

The two stayed in that position the rest of the night, pondering on their unfulfilled spicy desires.

Hi Everyone! I hope you all enjoyed my first Wangxian one-shot! It's super weird but I got this random idea as a "what if" and just couldn't stop thinking about it. One day I just said "why not just write it yourself since no one's going to have the gulls to write this b tsh!t!" Thus the monster was born. I've brought this monster to life and now it's too late to take it back but who would? This fandom is great! Hahaha!

So, O.O I did research for this one regarding the chili peppers and side effects ... all I'm going to say is that I don't advise anyone to attempt this at home "just for fun" (not with chili peppers or any other kind of spicy peppers or hot sauces).

If you liked it, please leave comments and 3s!