Title: Pesky Rivals
Fandom: Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (SVSSS)
Rating: T
Length: 635
Tags: Jealousy, Possessiveness, unhealthy relationships

Summary: Binghe wishes he could possess his shizun body, mind and soul. Unfortunately, he can't, and he even has to contend with all those pesky rivals hovering around


Binghe dearly wished he could possess his master from every inch and cranny. He wanted to open his master’s body, wear him like a second skin and wrap himself in his skin and bones. Or rather, he wished his shizun could wrap him in his skin and bones instead. An entirely voluntary action, devouring Binghe inside and out until they only made one. How he wished it could happen without either of them dying.

What annoyed him the most though, were all the pests hovering around his shizun who seemed to want to do the same. They were disgusting, all these rivals. Unworthy to even gaze at his shizun, and Binghe wished he could tear out their unworthy eyes so they could no longer attempt to sully his shizun with their unworthy touch. That would make his shizun sad though, which was the only reason why Binghe hadn’t yet attempted to keep them out.

The problem was that there were far too many to count. There had always been Yue Qingyuan, the most present yet the least threatening at the same time. Most present, because like a pest he always hovered around, as though awaiting a moment of weakness from his shizun to finally pounce. Oh, he pretended to be kind, and he did support his shizun in most things, but Binghe knew those eyes. They were hungry, covetous even as they were shrouded by the smile that closed those eyes just enough to render them indecipherable. Binghe wouldn’t be tricked though, not when he knew what those eyes meant. And yet, he was the least threatening because he was the one shizun was most cautious about. There had always been anger and hatred from his shizun before that fever, and even after a vague sense of unease remained. So no, Binghe didn’t feel threatened by those rivals.

It was those others that disquieted him.

Liu Qingge was at the top of that list. He was Binghe’s biggest rival, one he had never seen coming. It had seemed so clear when Binghe had been young. Liu Qingge hated his shizun, and his shizun hated him in return. He was almost surprised they hadn’t killed each other yet, to be honest. And yet, after the fever, shizun had become softer, less sharp. And some of that disappeared sharpness manifested in a strong desire to be at Liu Qingge’s side, which infuriated Binghe once he noticed the way he felt about his shizun. He thought for a moment that the Bai Zhan Peak Lord would upkeep their rivalry, but even he had faltered in the face of his new shizun.

Another one Binghe felt was a rival was his shizun himself. He hadn’t realised until after the change that the shizun he’d wanted to conquer, the one he’d wanted to impress was the sharp shizun. The one with the sharp tongue, with the sharp edges, with the sharp hands and sharper gaze. He’d wanted to gain that shizun’s trust, to prove to him that he still was whatever he’d seen that had made his shizun welcome him into this peak (his acceptance could not solely depend on Ning Ying Ying, it simply could not). So he did feel like the new shizun was a rival who’d robbed him of this experience. And yet it was impossible for him to hate that rival, so Luo Binghe had resolved to conquer him instead.

He would keep them off the peak however, all those other unworthy rivals. Off the peak where they couldn’t bother shizun, off the peak so that he and Binghe could live leisurely without the pressure of unwanted responsibilities weighing his shizun down. Binghe could take them, these responsibilities, and he would.

It was the least his Shizun deserved