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Chu Wanning awakes to the sound of his own gasps.
Behind him, Taxian-jun is chuckling quietly, his fingers buried deep in Chu Wanning’s hole. “You make such pretty noises when you’re asleep,” he taunts, teasing at Chu Wanning’s prostate. “But I want you to feel this.”
His fingers slip out, and Chu Wanning feels a cock nudging at his entrance.
He presses his lips together, determined not to make a sound.
Taxian-jun slams inside, and Chu Wanning narrowly avoids gasping at the sensation of being suddenly filled.
“You’re so tight, Wanning,” Taxian-jun moans, “so warm and wet around me. Listen to your hole, it wants to keep me inside.”
Chu Wanning wishes he could cover his ears with his hands to avoid the squelching sounds his body is making, but his wrists are chained to the headboard of the bed.
“You pretend you’re so high and mighty,” Taxian-jun continues, driving Chu Wanning into the bed with powerful thrusts that feel like they’re targeting every sensitive spot inside him, “but you aren’t above pleasure. I can make you feel whatever I want.”
Chu Wanning turns his face into the sheets, hiding as much as he can as Taxian-jun spews filth above him. I won’t react, he tells himself firmly. Heat builds in his gut, but he refuses to bend to it.
“Wanning, Wanning,” Taxian-jun gasps eventually, his fingers digging into Chu Wanning’s hips. He thrusts forward twice more, then twitches inside Chu Wanning’s body, spilling warmth into him.
And then he pulls out, and Chu Wanning is left in peace to rearrange his nightclothes and grasp for whatever tortured sleep he can.
This time, he awakes to bright, flickering light.
He squints his eyes open.
Fire.
The side of the room opposite the door is going up in flames.
He jerks away, and the chains connecting his wrists to the bed clank together. He looks down at them in a panic, then over at Taxian-jun. He’s still there, fast asleep.
“Wake up!” Chu Wanning cries, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, hard. “Wake up, there’s a fire!”
Taxian-jun’s eyes fly open. He stares at Chu Wanning, then glances over at the fire.
With quick, deft movements, he grabs the key to Chu Wanning’s handcuffs - on the nightstand by the bed, Chu Wanning’s chains just short enough to keep him from being able to reach - unlocks them, scoops Chu Wanning up in a bridal carry, and bursts out of the room.
Chu Wanning stares up at him as they run.
He hadn’t even thought of staying quiet, he realizes. Would that have been the right choice? Taxian-jun has killed and tortured so many people, and he’s sure to kill more. Perhaps the fire was set by a family member of one of Taxian-jun’s victims. Wouldn’t Chu Wanning’s death have been a small price to pay to rid the world of such an awful man?
They emerge into the cool night air, and Chu Wanning shivers. The nightclothes Taxian-jun gave him are incredibly thin, he realizes. They don’t do much for his modesty.
Taxian-jun looks down at him, and Chu Wanning stares back, heart pounding in his chest. An irrational fear takes hold of him that Taxian-jun could hear what he was just thinking.
Staying quiet in hopes of killing him probably wouldn’t have worked anyway, Chu Wanning thinks. He’s sure Taxian-jun would have woken up soon after him. All it would have achieved would have been Taxian-jun’s anger, and more punishment for Chu Wanning.
Servants start to trickle out of various entrances, staring in their direction. Chu Wanning shivers again, hating all the eyes on him. Can they tell how recently Taxian-jun fucked him?
Taxian-jun’s arms tighten possessively on him, and he presses his lips together, angry at himself. If letting Taxian-jun die would have been right, then it would have been right to try, no matter the consequences.
Why was his first thought self-preservation? Stupid, selfish man.
He doesn’t even think of attempting to escape until a new set of handcuffs click onto his wrists.