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xiao xingchen. ([personal profile] starscaped) wrote2020-03-27 10:44 pm

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menaces: (a normal way to look at corpses)

[personal profile] menaces 2020-03-30 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ song lan appears to be having trouble adjusting to life here. that's the thought that's been on xue yang's mind the last few days, idly, in between all the usual thoughts of how to keep entertained, ways to bully a-qing so she didn't get too comfortable around here, how to make xiao xingchen laugh, what to have for dinner. it's not a surprise that song lan is struggling, with how rigid he is, unyielding and inflexible. he bends for xiao xingchen alone, and even then with great difficulty and reluctance.

that's fine.

if he won't bend, he'll just have to break. like a poorly healed bone, it'll be better for him in the long run.

he just needs a push. down a steep, metaphorical hill. and if that doesn't work, xue yang will give serious consideration to a literal one.

for now, he starts with reminding song lan how things are different now, how xiao xingchen is different now. 'you did this,' xue yang's eyes speak as they glitter in the night, reflecting the crackling flames of their campfire, 'you lost him, left him to this, left him with no one to turn to but me, nothing to hold close but this.'

he drops himself into xiao xingchen's lap, sprawling against him like a spoiled cat, nuzzling into the hands that come to rest against him to flaunt the automatic response to song lan's gaze, to show the man exactly how close and comfortable they've grown in this time. he trails a hand up xiao xingchen's inner thigh. lightly, casually. surely an accident, xiao xingchen, you know how careless xue yang can be with his hands.

and then, pointedly, he licks his lips before speaking in a casual tone, completely mismatched to the mischief in his gaze. ]


Yeah, Song-daozhang. Come sit with us. You'll get cold that far from the fire. You don't want to make Xiao Xingchen worry, do you...?
snowmist: (isn't enough /)

[personal profile] snowmist 2020-03-30 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ The last week for Song Lan felt like an endless punishment, the pain he had been due for three years without paying it. Or, well, his heart paid it daily, seeping blood a slow trickle, a wound that never healed but never killed him.

Until now.

Now, his soulmate and his dog tore that wound freshly open daily. Now he hemorrhaged every waking moment, the solace of revenge forbidden from his grasp. He waits, moment by moment, for Xue Yang to pull his sword and slit Xiao Xingchen's throat. For him to take the last Song Lan has been left to love, and sacrifice it on the alter of his mistakes.

He sits murderous, terrified, and hopeless - convinced he's being forced to watch a prolonged execution. He tells himself he'll stop Xue Yang. He tells himself that at the moment Xue Yang shows his true colours, he will break one more vow to Xiao Xingchen and leave Xue Yang's corpse at his feet.

He's broken every other.

But it doesn't come. Song Lan barely sleeps for vigilance, eyes like a hawk save when Xiao Xingchen is safe away from Xue Yang. He catches his sleep in fits and starts, an hour here, two there, and he berates himself for his negligence when he wakes to Xiao Xingchen's laughter. It breaks his heart, every time, to see the way the smile pulls up Xingchen's lips, to hear him break into helpless titters. He waits for Xue Yang's sword and yet all he witnesses is the man's caress.

It's enough to drive him mad.

He sits across the fire and glowers at Xue Yang - his daggers only ever meant for him. Xiao Xingchen... blessed, naive, warm, perfect Xingchen... he could never fault him for the hard candy that cuts his lips.

It's his fault alone that has led to this.

He sits with his sword resting against his chest, one hand loose around the scabbard. But as he watches Xue Yang slide into Xingchen's lap his grip tightens, his knuckles turning white, his breath catching fast in his chest. He's glad Xingchen can't see him, glad the man doesn't have to witness what regret and guilt and jealousy have turned him into. Because it's jealousy he's feeling now, watching Xue Yang stretch in Xingchen's lap like a cat claiming its territory. Watching that hand brush up Xingchen's thigh like he owned it. Jealousy and a deep, terrible desire that feels almost more jagged. It's that which will destroy him, he thinks.

It's that which he has to protect Xingchen from the most. ]


I am not cold. [ His voice is tight, but he tries to moderate it. He always does, near Xiao Xingchen. When him and Xue Yang are alone he doesn't bother to cut the scowl out of his voice or pull the sneer from his lips. But Xiao Xingchen's heart is too broad and to pure.

Song Lan has wounded it far too many times before to want to do so now. ]


I am comfortable where I am. [ He looked straight at Xue Yang. ] I've no desire to be burned, now.
menaces: (pretend im listening)

[personal profile] menaces 2020-03-31 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ god he has to do all the fucking work around here. listening to these two talk in circles, getting absolutely nowhere, both pining so badly that xue yang feels like he's about to choke on it hanging in the air between them is more than his zero impulse control self can take.

they're seriously sitting across from each other, talking about the relative warmness of the night, song lan visibly seething but unwilling to tip his hand to his blind friend, xiao xingchen trying to maintain a peace he doesn't begin to grasp the full picture of. it's been a long time since xue yang was so frustrated and pent up he wanted to cut something open just to watch it die, but they're pushing him to his limit and the only person here he's both willing and able to kill is his own damn self so.

next option. ]


I think we can offer Song-daozhang better entertainment than that.

[ pulling himself back up, he first locks his gaze with song lan's own, then starts with a slow kiss to xiao xingchen's lips. he doesn't glance away as he trails his hands down xiao xingchen's torso, down to his waist, making short work of his sash to peel his robes apart. since, you know.

it's such a warm night.

smiling to himself, he settles between xiao xingchen's legs, kissing up one creamy thigh, still looking over at song lan between every kiss, every playful swipe of tongue. he nuzzles shamelessly at xiao xingchen's crotch, through his thin layer of underwear that remains. ]


I'll tell you both a different kind of story with my lips.
snowmist: (isn't enough /)

[personal profile] snowmist 2020-03-31 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He’d known - of course he’d known - exactly how the two of them found entertainment. He’d tortured himself every night this week, listening to them in the dark when they thought he was sleeping. Every time Xingchen giggled and whispered to be quiet, every time his gentle laughter turned to moans.

He hated it. Or, more accurately, it made him hate himself with an intensity as hot as the inner furnace of the sun.

He had told himself he could bear it. That Xingchen’s happiness was worth his own broken heart 800 times over, that he deserved this for what happened between them.

That he deserved this for never having found the courage to touch Xingchen himself.

Hearing it had been torture.

Watching it was a special, unique brand of hell.

He was up before he even realised he was moving, actually jumping over the fire and landing light as a nightingale right in front of them. He moved sharply and pointedly but silently as he could, only a swish of fabric audible.

That way Xingchen wouldn’t know that Song Lan had grabbed the back of Xue Yang’s neck, fingers digging hard into his throat. Not cutting off air, but a good enough grip that he could slowly pull Xue Yang’s head back away from Xingchen’s crotch. ]


Fine.

[ The fact that he was shaking made his voice waver with unwanted emotion, made his grip on Xue Yang quiver in time. He felt like a cafed animal was trying to rip itself out of his chest, painful and hot all at once.

But worst was the way his blood had pooled in his groin - the way his jealousy had barely twisted his need, and only fueled his arousal.

He couldn’t think about it. He refused.

He couldn’t afford to hate himself any more than he already did. ]


I’ll tell you a story.
menaces: (trouble)

[personal profile] menaces 2020-04-08 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh, is this the game we're playing? the fingers digging into his neck do little but temporarily delay him, song lan's grip not even hard enough to act as a deterrent. it thrills more than anything, sparking some perverse pleasure in him that only makes him want to turn on song lan instead, take advantage of the situation in his reasonable confidence that song lan won't cause him real injury so long as xiao xingchen continues to forbid such a thing. even if he's wrong, what's the worst that can really happen?

nothing he's not willing to risk.

but then xiao xingchen moves before he gets the chance to, surprising everyone involved save for xiao xingchen himself. xue yang has to bite into his own knuckles to stifle the startled laugh that will surely only make song lan rage more than he already does. as funny as that would be, it'll have to be another time.

this game is too fun not to chase after.

as xiao xingchen reaches out for him, xue yang does make a noise of acknowledgement for the blind man's benefit, bumping into that searching hand to nuzzle into xiao xingchen's palm briefly. but he doesn't get up, merely leans his shoulder against xiao xingchen's leg so the man knows where he is. because, well.

there's plenty to do from here.

settling his weight on his knees, he reaches for song lan's sash instead, counting on xiao xingchen to keep the man too occupied to protest. deftly, he parts the fabric of song lan's robes until he's beneath them, sliding a hand relentlessly up song lan's inner thigh. ]
snowmist: (and consequence //)

[personal profile] snowmist 2020-04-08 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Many things happen very quickly, and suddenly Song Lan feels like a glacier in a hurricane. Frozen, unmoving, while the world crashes and breaks around him faster than it ever should.

His heart stops, when Xingchen's robes flutter down to a pile at the man's feet. How long did they wander together, and yet this is a sight left completely unseen? He doesn't even have the heart to look away - or, perhaps, he doesn't have the presence of mind to - though his grip slips from Xue Yang's neck, fingers gliding through his hair, instead. He remembers himself just in time to grip tightly, to pull a handful of hair taut in his fist, his own breath coming out in a shuddered release far too late. ]


Xingchen--

[ The word sounds like a plea, though it's impossible to tell if it's a plea to continue, or a plea to stop, and Song Lan at least is convinced it's the latter. But it falls on deaf ears, and a second later the world ceases to turn as he feels Xingchen's forehead against his - the man's face too close now to make out, though the white band takes up most of his vision anyway. His breath catches just a second early, his body anticipating even when his brain couldn't bear to, and then Xingchen's lips are on his.

It is difficult to describe how it feels to kiss someone you've longed for nearly your entire life, even more difficult to describe when you've been punishing yourself for your yearning nearly as long. He felt it like a tingle - a shudder - at first, spreading from his lips down to his finger tips, making his heart quiver in its wake. Then like fire spreading under his skin, making his fingers twitch and twist in Xue Yang's hair, accidentally tugging him closer almost against his will. He hasn't forgotten the other man is there - couldn't possibly forget - the image of him in Xingchen's lap would be burned into his mind forever. But for that brief moment, his existence was one Song Lan could tolerate, if not entirely enjoy.

Purely because the entire world was suddenly so much more tolerable.

The fantasy broke two heart beats later when Song Lan's brain finally managed to catch up to him. When he realised he could feel a breeze under his robes, his sash gone, and--

He grunted softly against Xingchen's mouth as he felt his arousal suddenly and deftly consumed with a wet, tight heat. He didn't need to see what was happening to know it - to know how Xue Yang had quickly discovered the lie behind his protest - the fact that his cock had laid closely protected under cloth to hide the shame that was his own arousal. His moment of blissful unawareness had given the man an easy opening to put his words to the lie, to display and mock his shame.

And it felt so good that it hurt.

His lips parted, sucking in a breath that tasted of nothing but Xingchen, everything very quickly far, far too overwhelming.

He needed to stop. He needed to push them both off. Family. This wasn't family, this was something perverted, something twisted, something dark that Xue Yang had managed to grow in Xingchen's heart and now was corrupting them both. He needed to stop this, he needed to save him, and yet--

And yet, all he could do was tighten his grip, groan at the back of his throat, and part his lips. ]
menaces: (god fucking bless)

[personal profile] menaces 2020-04-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ even now, perhaps especially now, the daozhang are worlds apart from him. they have the luxury to consider things such as morals, perceived fall from grace in xingchen's case or not. xue yang's heart has always been a mass grave, an unspeakable tragedy for it to exist at all. if there is rot in xiao xingchen now, it is only because the decay in xue yang has taken hold, in that much he and song lan are in agreement.

and perhaps this is perverse, perhaps it is some wretched, twisted thing. xue yang would agree with that as well, because he has never known anything truly good. if he enjoys it, if he desires it, if he is able to have it, there must be something wrong. he could never have had xiao xingchen without the loss of the man's eyes, of his only love. he could have no part of song lan either without the death xue yang caused with his own two hands.

to have a single taste of this sweetness, xue yang had to drench all three of them in blood.

and still, he continues to drag them each under, with the relentlessness of someone who knows he cannot be saved, but does not want to go into the dark alone.

when xiao xingchen discovers his little act of rebellion, he lets out a muffled laugh, a low rumble where his lips are wrapped prettily around his prize. then he takes song lan's cock in deeper, down to the base, swallowing as it hits the back of his throat with practiced ease. he pulls back slow, then bobs his head down again⁠— there's a tease in his mind, playful words he would otherwise speak, but.

he knows he's not welcome here, not truly. better to be a means to an end, to give xiao xingchen some small gift in return for all he's taken away. ]