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Wind whipped at his clothes and tore at his face, gentle but yet harsh, soft but yet cold. He stood bare and bearing a thousand thoughts, shoulders pressed down with a Sect Leader’s responsibility.
The pools of Gusu were cold as ice but he did not shiver. How could he, when he pressed golden energy into his skin and had a low burn of anger to warm him?
How could he, when another would warm him tonight, if he allowed it?
The scrapes on his arms healed in a heartbeat, but he did not rise, let himself sink into the water and wash himself away. There was lightning chasing at his clenched jaw but here he could let it fade to sparks alone.
A splash echoed behind him, low and quiet but yet there.
He turned to see the only man it could have been, and the man he had been waiting for. Lan Xichen held a comb in a long hand, the jade glinting in the sun.
It was an invitation, like the one he had received by sword-messenger a few short days ago. Jiang Cheng had accepted one.
Would he accept the other?
“Let me, Jiang Cheng.” The sound of his birth name murmured low and gentle in Lan Xichen’s voice was too much to bear.
He shivered, skin bare to the man’s eyes. The water did nothing to cool him down now, his anger a fire to burn him warm. He glared, not giving an inch before that peerless stare.
He was a Sect Leader and he needed no care.
But Lan Xichen just stepped closer, moving to the edge of the bathing pool like a flower floating on the current. He was tall and strong, but leanly elegant in a way that made Jiang Cheng’s blood boil.
He wanted to snarl in the man’s face, glare him down until he left as he had come. He wanted to push him down until he could choke around the man’s cock, until he had wrung every drop of pleasure from Lan Xichen’s lovely body and drowned in it.
He wanted his everything. In this gentle pool, with water lapping at his skin and the hardening length of his cock clear, that was a dangerous wish.
“I need no help,” he said, sharp and fast as lightning. Lan Xichen stared at him with too-knowing eyes, with a kind smile, gaze trailing down into the water and ending at the curve of Jiang Cheng’s hips.
He fought down a flush at the look, let anger keep down the blush. He was no maiden to be wooed and admired, and Lan Xichen should know that, and know it well.
The man smiled, slipping off his outer robe and pulling off his shoes. He made even this elegant, and Jiang Cheng hated him for it.
He couldn’t drag his eyes away.
“No, no you don’t. You are very capable, Jiang Cheng. I only offer because I wish to touch you.”
I wish to touch you, echoed in his ears, and this time he couldn’t fight down the red creeping up his neck. It was too much and too honest, said with the straight face only Lan Xichen could manage.
The man finished undressing and sat at the edge of the pool, bare across the rough stone and so very beautiful.
Jiang Cheng couldn’t stop himself from looking, couldn’t help the rush of arousal that trailed down his spine, made him shiver. With long legs and defined muscle, Lan Xichen was a warrior to the bone. His hair draped forward across a strong shoulder to trail into the water. He looked like a spirit of spring, come to rest on land.
He looked like he had come to take a mortal bride, and Jiang Cheng snarled against the flutter in his stomach.
He knew when the man had sent word what this meeting was for. He knew what had danced between them for years, since the first time they locked eyes as equals on a bloody battlefield.
He knew what feelings twisted between them and he cursed them so. Love was weak, and lust even worse.
Jiang Cheng didn’t have time to be weak. For long years it had been an attachment he couldn’t afford. His clan was in tatters around him and he had dragged it up with relentless energy and the loneliness in his bones.
But the messenger had come, and he hadn’t had the strength to turn him away.
But here and now, with Lan Xichen bare and hard before him, Jiang Cheng could remember none of this.
“Will you allow me this, Jiang Cheng?” The words were deadly soft, deadly calm. They sounded gentle but he felt them pierce his skin and make him twitch.
The man already knew he would allow him anything. This, this was just cruel.
“Do as you wish,” he said, with a click of the tongue that did nothing to hide his shaking fingers. The water swirled around him as Lan Xichen slipped in, swirled in a damning spiral as the man stepped close enough to touch.
Strong hands settled on his hips and pulled him close, flush against a hard body and harder cock.
Jiang Cheng didn’t gasp, didn’t moan, didn’t—
He did not break. Instead he snarled, rough and harsh. It almost covered the gasp, the whimper. Lan Xichen just smiled like the world was before him, waist deep in cool water.
Jiang Cheng couldn’t handle the depth of that smile.
“You are beautiful beyond compare, Jiang Cheng.” Fingers rubbed at the dip of his hips, brushing across sensitive skin and making him shiver.
He looked away to hide the blush and the tremor and anything that didn’t bear his rage. Lan Xichen just leaned in to press a kiss to his neck, lips hot and so soft against him.
Jiang Cheng couldn’t stop the hissing breath this time. The man smiled against him, pulling back just enough to nip at the skin of his collarbone.
Sensitive and breathless, he felt his heart stop, don’t let it beat don’t let it give away how much this broke him.
How much this made him tremble.
“You are so lovely, and so strong. These shoulders bear so much weight, and with such skill.” A kiss pressed into his shoulder and his lungs went tight. Those words were too much, and he couldn’t help but tremble and shudder and snarl.
He pressed a hand to Lan Xichen’s chest, dug his nails into that peerless skin. The water moved with the motion and as he shifted, but he couldn’t help the twitch of his cock, the flutter of his heart.
“Enough with the words, Lan Xichen. Touch me or leave.” It was an ultimatum, but his voice was too shaky to bear it, too shaky to make it count.
Lan Xichen smiled and pressed even closer, hands curling around to grip his ass. His hand was trapped between them, and he felt so helpless, in this man’s arms.
He hated it even as he let out a hissing gasp.
The water moved around Lan Xichen’s hands, swirling as the man pressed firm fingers into his ass and forcing him forward. Long fingers trailed over his skin, across smooth muscle and the dip of his spine.
He shuddered against that, felt them tease down the crack of his ass. They did not touch where he wanted them to. Those hands were a curse and a blessing, wrapped into careful touch. He wanted to rage, wanted to snarl and snap out lightning. Instead he shivered again, shivered into Lan Xichen’s touch.
This man was relentless, and Jiang Cheng hated it so.
“How can I touch you without speaking the truth, Jiang Cheng? Would you have me stay quiet while you are so beautiful?” The man looked so earnest as he spoke, eyes wide with what could only be love. The words were too much, curling under his skin and making him shake and quake and—
He could not bear them. How dare Lan Xichen speak like this, how dare he make him feel?
Jiang Cheng wanted to yell, as the hands touching him slipped down and pressed against his hole. He wanted to let the crackle of Zidian echo out, as those hands teased at him and made his legs spread. Water splashed as he moved, splattering onto where his hand pressed against Lan Xichen’s chest. When had he begun to cling so?
He moaned and wanted to scream. He hated it.
A long finger slid in, twisting into him gentle and implacable. Water moved with the motion, slipping into him beside the finger and pressing cool and slick. He shuddered at the sensation, held open and exposed at Lan Xichen’s careful grip.
He already felt full and this was only the beginning.
“Ah, you are very warm Jiang Cheng. You will be warm around me too, I think.” The words echoed over the water, spoken with hot breath into his ear. They were so very gentle, and Lan Xichen looked so very kind.
It was too much too soon.
He had not thought soft words would break him, but now he felt each puncture his skin and make his blood hot.
“Shut. Up.” He was so desperate, breathless. His cock was hot and hard against Lan Xichen’s hip, and it took all his furious dignity to not thrust forward, to not rut against the man’s body like a dog.
Those words were doing too much.
Lan Xichen smiled, lips pressing into the skin of his neck, below his ear, under his jaw, at his pounding pulse.
Breath brushed against him and he couldn’t help but shudder.
“You are bare and lovely as the moon. I want to spread you out under these stars and make you tremble. I want to tell you every drop of praise that comes to my lips for you, because you are worth it, Jiang Cheng.”
Another finger slid in beside the first, and they stretched him wide, rubbing him open and vulnerable. He couldn’t help the gasp, the snarl, the way his hands leapt to Lan Xichen’s shoulders to hold tight.
He wasn’t clinging, he told himself, as long fingers worked him open and a hand pressed gentle bruises into the flesh of his ass.
He felt worshiped and owned and it was too much.
Lan Xichen pulled back enough to smile at him, elegant and soft as a new dawn. The man had no right to be so beautiful, Jiang Cheng thought against his panting breath.
“Will you allow me this?”
How could the man ask that, with two fingers up his ass? How dare he wipe Jiang Cheng’s mind so clean, how dare he make his heart race and a flush creep up his cheeks?
How dare he make him feel?
“Do what— ah,” precise fingers, a third finger, ah the stretch was so much, timed when his jaw wasn’t clenched.
He moaned loud and desperate, louder than he should have. He couldn’t stop it.
“What should I do?” Lan Xichen slipped out his fingers, both hands sliding to lift him by the thighs. They curled into his skin and held such strength, and before he knew it, he was out of the water and laying back against smooth stone.
“Should I slide into you, Jiang Cheng?” The man kissed his ankle, lips warm where the water had been cold. Kind eyes burned into him, a faint flush dancing across Lan Xichen’s cheeks.
He hated it.
“Should I carry you to a bed and kiss you?” The man moved up to his thigh, pressing fluttering kisses to the sensitive skin. Jiang Cheng wanted to snap his legs closed and fight off the vulnerability. He wanted to sigh into it and let the man do whatever he wanted.
He hated it.
“I would give you all of this, if you wished it. I would give you anything, Jiang Cheng.”
Those words were too much, the kiss pressed into his hips too much. Hot breath fluttered across his cock, Lan Xichen staring up at him and looking too damn careful.
Jiang Cheng’s jaw tightened against a moan. The man looked like he would give Jiang Cheng the world with a kind smile and a noble laugh.
He looked beautiful beyond words, and Jiang Cheng hated it.
“Fuck me or I will leave you hard and wanting,” he snarled, twisting against harsh stone.
The chill soaked into his back but gave him no relief, cold but not cold enough to stop the heat of Lan Xichen. Jiang Cheng was so lost, his hole empty and fluttering, desperate for something to fill it and—
And Lan Xichen was perched above him and watching him with a soft smile and hungry eyes. And he couldn’t think but he couldn’t accept this.
“Well? Are you just going to sit there and sta— ah.”
A mouth closed around his cock, sucking him down in a single smooth motion. Lan Xichen’s throat fluttered around him, for long enough to make Jiang Cheng buck and twist. Then that mouth pulled back, tongue pressing kitten licks across the tip and sending him shuddering.
He couldn’t curl forward, couldn’t hide; strong arms had him pinned against the stone and helpless.
All he could do was take it, and the fury in his skin was matched only by helpless lust. After a long moment, after a few frantic gasps and more moans than he would admit to, he felt his legs clench.
He would cum soon, if Lan Xichen kept this up, fill that elegant throat with cum and—
And the man pulled off with a wet squelch, mouth red and puffy from the stretch. Jiang Cheng twitched forward, desperate, god he had been so close.
But those hands held him down, strong fingers matching him muscle for muscle.
He was the leader of a sect, trained and built of war and vengeance. He could break trees with his fists and lash men into blood with his whip.
Lan Xichen held him down so easily.
“Damned tease,” was all he could breath, voice rough and body shaking. He was quaking out of his skin, arousal sparking through him like lightning, like the whispering breath of Lan Xichen.
The man’s words were driving him insane, and from the gentle smile on his lips, Lan Xichen knew this too well.
A hand pressed into the hollow of his hips, stroked the skin there. He shuddered, thrusting up, but couldn’t move.
His ass was long since open and stretched, but the man hadn’t fucked in; his cock was long since hard and weeping, but the man hadn’t let him cum.
All he had done, for long minutes, was whisper praise into his skin.
Jiang Cheng was going to break.
Lan Xichen just smiled, face like a spring breeze come early. “I would never tease you, Jiang Cheng. But you look too beautiful in pleasure. I could not resist drawing it out.”
Jiang Cheng had never blushed harder in his life. His cock twitched at the words, and he looked away, looked to the side. Cool stone greeted his cheek and left him shivering, and he welcomed it with rage and fury.
He was a Sect Leader; he would not blushagain.
A gentle click of the tongue caught his attention, a hand on his jaw drawing him back. Lan Xichen turned him back, met his eyes with a gaze that burned into his skin.
That smile was so gentle.
“Jiang Cheng, don’t hide from this, please. I want you to hear what I see, to know the pleasure touching you gives me.”
Long fingers traced down his chest, and he couldn’t look away, caught in the hint of nails on his skin.
Even the man’s hands looked elegant, stroking over him.
They dug into a nipple, twisted the pink skin until it had flushed a pretty red, until Jiang Cheng was moaning and arching his back. He wanted to catch the sounds in his teeth, wanted to bite them to pieces and keep them trapped inside.
He had not given them permission to come out, did not want to fall apart. But he was at Lan Xichen’s mercy, body given to the other man with a do as you wish.
If Lan Xichen wanted to break him, there was nothing Jiang Cheng could do but snarl.
The man leaned down to suckle at his skin, to pull a nipple between gentle teeth and wear it raw and sore. It felt so good, so filthy and wet. He tried to twist away, tried to arch up into the touch for more. Lan Xichen just pressed him down and held him firm. The moans broke free then, cracked out of his lungs and shattered the air.
“Look at you, arching so beautifully. You have beautiful skin, Jiang Cheng, it bears marks so well.”
Jiang Cheng was going to break, was going to go mad. He clenched his jaw and panted and moaned and could stop none of it.
He took a gasping breath, stared down his body at Lan Xichen. His skin was littered with red kisses and the remnants of nails, his cock was hard and leaking in the air.
His hole was spread wide and aching to be filled. He looked ruined.
“Damn it, Lan Xichen, just fuck me,” he spat the words like poison, but they sounded far too hot to do any damage.
The man smiled so quietly, but those eyes were dark and hungry.
“Jiang Cheng, you are far too special to… fuck. I want you to know that. I want you to know what you mean to me,” Lan Xichen said, with an earnest face and too-kind eyes.
How dare the man say that, how could he just announce it?
It was too much and not enough, and Jiang Cheng couldn’t bear the way those words carved into his heart. He snarled, fierce as a caught tiger.
“Worship me after if you must but fuck me now.”
Lan Xichen stared down at him for a long moment, hands stroking soothing circles on his sides. It did nothing to calm the fire under his skin, to make him need this any less.
“Worship,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s abused nipples. The red flesh was too tender, and he flinched at the pressure, cock twitching into the air.
Lan Xichen smiled, and it was such a kind thing, gentle and tender against his skin. It made him tremble.
“I would worship you, Jiang Cheng.”
Those words broke him, made him inhale sharp and painful, made him buck up into the grip on his waist.
But Lan Xichen was driven to ruthlessness now. He lifted Jiang Cheng up, lined him up on his cock and began sliding in.
It was slick, hot, too much. Jiang Cheng was spread open and speared apart on that cock, felt it push into him like it was marking a place in his body forever. He snarled against it, dug his hands into the support of Lan Xichen’s shoulders, nails biting into skin.
It wasn’t enough to ground him, not enough to stop the lust that washed over his mind. He had never allowed this before, never allowed a man into his body to conquer him.
Even with all his furious pride, he would allow this for Lan Xichen. He slid down another inch, lowered by the careful grip around his waist. He gasped, on the edge of a whimper and made into a snarl.
Those fingers were too gentle to leave him bruises, and he hated it.
“Ah, you take this so well Jiang Cheng, you are so strong,” came the whisper into his ear. He cried out and clenched down, grit his teeth against the second moan.
He had no hope against the third, not when Lan Xichen settled him down to the root in a single smooth motion. He bit at his lip, tasted blood and drool and too much. Helpless fingers clenched at Lan Xichen’s shoulders, arms, forearms. He sunk his hands into Lan Xichen’s elegant hair and pulled it back, watching the lust twitch over the man’s face.
There was a cock in his ass, praise in his ear, and a man he wanted at his side holding him tight.
It was too damn much.
“Fuck. Me.” The words were punched out and breathless, a demand of a king who had no power. He was clenching and fluttering around the cock splitting him open, too full to breathe, too full to think. Curse the man for having a cock so damn thick, wide enough that Jiang Cheng didn’t know if he could ever walk without his body remembering the sensation.
Would he have cum dripping out of his ass for days? Would he be left open and loose, would he need to drive angry fingers into his hole to satisfy the need?
Would he recover from the words burning into his skin?
He tried to move, tried to shift and make this work to his own furious terms. He would fuck himself raw if he had to, to wash the weakness from his bones.
But Lan Xichen wrapped strong arms around him and pinned him to a muscled chest and—
And Jiang Cheng could not move. He took a shuddering breath, clenched down. He was leaking over hard abs, turned on beyond all reason.
With all his warrior’s might and lightning rage he could not break free of this grip, and that made his blood hot.
“Jiang Cheng,” came a voice smooth as honey and gentle as rain. It poured directly into his ear, digging into his skin and making him shudder. He snapped and snarled and was drawn into a long kiss.
Weakness had never tasted so sweet, he thought, as Lan Xichen kissed him breathless.
He was mad dizzy with lust, twitching around a wide cock. He couldn’t understand how people got used to this feeling, couldn’t understand how he was supposed to live without it.
He felt full.
“What?” He snapped, but the word was shaky and hoarse. He was panting against red lips, panting into Lan Xichen’s mouth.
How dare his voice leave him when he needed it most. He would slash it into fine dust for this, burn it on Sandu’s blade.
“You are beautiful,” Lan Xichen said, and snapped his hips up. They were pressed too tightly together for the man to truly pull out, but he could grind up, could lift Jiang Cheng carefully and fuck him down even more careful.
He could take Jiang Cheng to pieces with those gentle motions, with the burn of that cock in his ass and—
Jiang Cheng couldn’t take this, his mouth dropping open and harsh pants falling out. He felt even more full, helpless and pinned to the chest of a beautiful man.
He truly was the mortal bride taken by the god, and there was nothing he could do but rage and moan.
“You take this with all your skill,” Lan Xichen said, in that gentle and kind voice that made Jiang Cheng’s blood race.
That voice shouldn’t be allowed to speak such filth, shouldn’t be allowed to speak at all. It was breaking him to pieces, that gentle voice and that gentle smile and that thick cock.
“Shut—” a short slide in, a grinding pressure, a moan. He buried his face in Lan Xichen’s throat, panted against the skin there.
It was so much.
“Shut up, Lan Xichen.”
There was a chuckle like spring flowers and the feel of a light breeze. He could feel the happiness radiate out like elegant moonlight. “You are too beautiful, Jiang Cheng. I can never be silent around you, not when you feel like perfection around me. You are so tight you know.”
The thrusts got slicker, faster, and still Jiang Cheng couldn’t move. He was pinned to a broad chest and made to just take it, cock driving into him and leaving him breathless.
“I love you so, Jiang Cheng,” the man said, like it meant the world, like it was truth.
Jiang Cheng broke. His mind went white with pleasure, the stretch in his ass driving him to writhing, the words driving him to ecstasy and panicked fury. He came across hard abs, a moan dragging from his throat and pleasure washing over him in waves.
Lan Xichen did not stop.
“Ah,” was all the man said, pressing a kiss into the trembling line of his throat. He couldn’t breathe for the tightness in his chest, for the shaking pleasure in his limbs.
“Forgive me this, Jiang Cheng,” came the murmur against his throat. Then the man kept grinding up, until he was shaking from overstimulation and moaning freely, until his ass felt stretched and wide, until he wanted to snarl from the emotions climbing up his spine.
He still couldn’t pull free, helpless and breathless against Lan Xichen’s strength.
“Do not—” a whimper slipped past him as that cock ground in, twitched inside of him. It was so wide, and he was trembling with lightning strikes of sensation. If Lan Xichen did not hurry Jiang Cheng would crumble.
“Do not waste time,” he said, but the sharp words went needy and trembling. The man was still thrusting up, slow grinds with endless patience.
Jiang Cheng was sticky and weak, and all he could do was fold into that strong grip and moan.
A whisper touched his ear, gentle and so very kind. Lan Xichen looked like an elegant god, a radiant sheen in his eyes.
Jiang Cheng hated it.
“You said I could worship you. I want nothing more than this.” Another slow thrust, another grinding stroke. He shuddered, held open and pinned down and owned.
Fuck this man for getting beneath his skin so.
“You are so strong, Jiang Cheng, and you open so readily for me. Each time I see you my heart stops, and I want to shoot my seed into you and be a part of you forever.”
The moan he let out was unstoppable, panting and dizzy with those honey-poison words. Lan Xichen meant every thought, Jiang Cheng knew.
That made them all the more deadly. His cock was twitching against hard abs, sticky with cum but filling with an aching need. He would be sore in the morning, from the stretch of his ass, from the suckling at his nipple.
His weakness had cost him this, and he would walk with all his raging pride.
Another flick of strong hips and that cock sank deep into him again. Jiang Cheng could not breathe, not sunk deep into pleasure like this.
He lifted his shaking hands instead, grabbed Lan Xichen’s long hair with the last of his strength. If he had lightning to loose, he would let it crackle now.
But he was drained and panting around a thick cock, and all he could do was beg for more with the anger coating his bones. He met Lan Xichen’s eyes, watched their kindness burn into his like devotion.
Love, the man had said, and made Jiang Cheng come without a touch. There was so much between them they hadn’t spoken of, so much Jiang Cheng hadn’t said.
But that was for later, and this was for now.
“If you want it, Lan Xichen, then damn well do it.” He took a breath, hissing and sharp. “Fill me with your seed.”
He ground down on the cock inside him, clenched as best he could. Lan Xichen’s eyes went wide and hungry, hands twitching across his skin and branding him.
“Jiang Cheng,” the man moaned, disbelieving and so hot. With a final shuddering thrust, Lan Xichen came, buried deep in his body. Jiang Cheng could feel the rush of warmth in his hole, the cock twitching inside him and marking him.
For a breathless moment, all Jiang Cheng could feel was the heat filling him up, the man holding him tight.
For a moment, all he could hear was I love you.
It was too much. He had come again, he realized, from the feeling of Lan Xichen driving in him for the last time.
He was so weak.
Cum dripped down the curve of his ass, as Lan Xichen slid out of him. It was hot across his skin, and so filthy it dragged out a snarling moan.
He was too tired to fight it, too tired to test his strength against the arms holding him close. A delirious pleasure had washed through him and now his rage was embers.
He’d make it flames again soon enough.
Strong arms lifted him up, sank him back into the clear water. It lapped at his skin, gentle and calming.
He didn’t need gentle and calming, could take the sting of blades and bite them to pieces beneath his teeth. Lightning came at his call and the world shuddered before him but—
But Lan Xichen held him close in cool water and kept him from sinking. But careful hands brushed through his hair, let it stream out against the water and be caught by a jade comb.
The stain of pleasure was washing out of him, and he didn’t even wish to snarl. This was calming, he decided.
He would let it happen, just this once.