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“You have no idea what you’re asking me for.” The room was as still as the night beyond its thin walls. It was just them here, in that terribly visceral heart of things. An atrium of them. Two desperately sad boys, the darkness, and one shitty hotel bed. “No idea what I could do to you.”
Blade and Dan Heng shared an image that was best described as a two-way mirror. It was similar to a two-way mirror in that both that stood on either side would see a reflection cast off by the same object, and that both images would be unmistakably different. To each, their side of the mirror would always be the truth. And to the other, it would just be the false reflection of something that wasn’t quite what they saw with their own eyes.
There were no mirrors in this hotel room, and the linen curtain was pulled over the sole window.
“Don’t tell me what I do and do not know.” Dan Heng returned sharply, his tongue as quick and deadly as the spear that served as lifeline and companion to him. “I’m not as stupid as you take me for.”
“I don’t take you for stupid,” Blade’s eyes glimmered under the warm lamplight. “I take you for a fool. There is a difference there. Don’t ask me for things I cannot give to you.”
At this, Dan Heng scoffed, pride pierced. “You don’t think I can handle you.”
He knew he nailed it when he saw Blade’s emotionless exterior fracture. “If you tell me yes, I will hurt you.”
The promise of that sent a thrill through Dan Heng, from the base of his spine up to his chest, where it branched out like the veins pumping warm blood through him. “Yes.” Was all he said. It was all he had to say.
It seemed to trigger something in Blade, like a bear trap snapping closed. Dan Heng fancied himself the fox with his ankle caught fast in the metal fangs.
“Say it again.” Blade’s tone was considerably darker, having sharply intoned toward arousal and hunger.
“Yes.” Dan Heng stood on the opposite side of the room from him, both of them having kept their distance at first. He felt instinctively as though he should back up, or prepare for an attack, but nothing else in him wanted to run from Blade. There was something hot beneath his skin, something burning.
Blade narrowed his gaze, a slow smile creeping over his expression. He took a step forward, and folded his hands behind his back. “Again.” He ordered.
“Yes.” Dan Heng responded once more, breathless. The burning was turning into a wildfire, into a blaze, and it gathered right below his stomach. He wanted to be caught. He wanted to be central in the undoing of them both.
Blade pounced, and Dan Heng felt the last strands of control over this illicit night slip from his fingertips. Willingly, he allowed them to go.
Blade had one hand on his hip and one at the back of his neck and suddenly Dan Heng was on his back against the bed, staring up at Blade’s devouring expression. He had asked for it rough, he always did, going so far as to beg when Blade demanded it from him. It was beyond pathetic, but Dan Heng would willingly lay himself at Blade’s feet and plead for his touch if he told him to. If he ordered him to.
“What are you going to do?” Dan Heng dared to ask, and Blade crushed their lips together in a brutal kiss to silence him. It was teeth and tongue and knives, and Dan Heng tasted copper where Blade’s incisor bit through his lip in his hungered efforts to claim every inch of his mouth. Wet, and unkissed save for Blade’s brutality. He saved himself for him, for their midnight meetings. No one else had ever had Dan Heng like this, and no one ever would. Dan Heng knew who he belonged to, and Blade would never let him forget.
Blade managed to deepen the kiss even beyond what was already dizzying Dan Heng. It was messy and possessive, and Dan Heng could tell this was just the beginning. Blade was only staking his claim before the real fun began.
Blade pulled off abruptly, shifting to straddle Dan Heng’s hips and tear at his shirt. He didn’t attempt to be polite or even normal about things. With Blade, it was all or nothing. It was blood and fire or silence and emptiness.
Dan Heng grunted and tried to pull himself to sit up and help with his shirt. His hands flew to the hem of his top to pull it off, which was a complete mistake, because Blade gave an animalistic growl and snatched both wrists and slammed them down over his head.
“I can’t trust you to use your hands.” Blade told him in a low, sultry tone. “I would chain you up if I could, keep you bound and bare for my use. You don’t deserve to have control. You only deserve what I give you.”
Dan Heng was determined not to make a sound. This was his rule each time. He would not let slip how much this affected him, how much he wanted Blade. He wouldn’t cry out, or moan, or whimper. Until, of course, Blade made him.
“Stay still.” Blade ordered, shifting off of his hips to yank down his pants next. The bulge in Dan Heng’s boxers was prominent and just begging to be teased, but his partner had no intention of making this easy on him. He threw Dan Heng’s clothes somewhere over his shoulder and made slow, teasing work of his boxers. The order to remain still was becoming increasingly more difficult to obey. Dan Heng dug his teeth into his lip, right over the indent where Blade had made him bleed, and stubbornly did not twitch.
“Oh?” Blade’s fingertips, two of them, dragged beneath his balls. “You’re all wet.” Dan Heng was not, but that didn’t stop Blade from teasing him. He liked this. To demean Dan Heng, call his hole a pretty little cunt to open up and fuck.
Exhaling, Dan Heng bucked his hips. “Get on with it.” He snapped. “I didn’t tell you to go rough on me just for you to take your time.”
In an instant, Blade had a vice grip on Dan Heng’s balls. It dragged out a pitiful, quiet whine from the smaller man, who instantly slapped a hand over his mouth and glared betrayal for his body letting out such a weak noise.
“What a misbehaving little brat.” Blade muttered, squeezing his balls again. “I was going to be good to you and fuck your needy pussy, but I don’t think you deserve that, do you?”
Dan Heng would simply not answer that question. He turned his glare on Blade, and panted heavily against his own palm.
“So you’ll speak out of turn, but not when I speak to you, huh?” Blade pulled his lips back in distaste and let go of him, only to grab Dan Heng by the throat and haul him up with one easy motion. Blade’s strength was terrifying and incredibly arousing.
Blade had him sitting up now, on his knees, with his legs spread so obscenely his hard cock was on full display and easy access. He let go of his throat to card a gentle hand through his hair, stroking the dark strands with something so close to love it was difficult to withstand.
“What do you want me to do with my hands?” Dan Heng rasped, and Blade only chuckled.
“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, adjusting Dan Heng’s hands for him so that they were folded behind his back, hands holding onto his elbows. He pulled back and took in his prey. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Blade reached forward and forced his thumb past plush, pink lips, pressing down on a waiting tongue until drool gathered and spilled onto the man’s chin. He smeared the spit into his skin with his other hand, then dragged that hand down to grasp Dan Heng’s throat again.
“Mine.” Blade grinned down at his claim, squeezing the sides of his throat until Dan Heng let out a weak moan. “All of this is mine.”
Dan Heng tried to nod his head in compliance, but Blade held him so firmly that all he could do was wobble and let out another pitiful sound. Blade nudged his thighs further apart, rubbing against his aching cock in small, teasing motions.
“Come on, baby. Hump my thigh, ‘cause that’s all I’m going to give you. If you can’t even get off like this, what use do I have for a sorry thing like you?” Blade tilted his head to the side, watched Dan Heng struggle on a response that bubbled out of his lips in incomprehensible noises. Taking pity on the mess below him, Blade pulled his thumb from his mouth and grabbed his waist instead. Dan Heng was small and lithe, and he had a small enough waist that one broad hand could encompass a good amount of him. With an easy grip on the mess of a man in front of him, Blade began to pull Dan Heng forward, moving him like a doll against his knee. Each time Dan Heng’s cock dragged over him, he broke a little more, starting to whimper quietly.
“That’s it.” Blade cooed. “Break for me. Come on. I need something to loosen up that tight little pussy of yours.”
Dan Heng wasn’t sure he could come like this, and he parted his lips to voice that worry, but all that escaped him was a moan. His eyelids fluttered, heat and pleasure constricting him. Still, he could not release, and Blade grew visibly frustrated with that.
“You make me do all of the work.” He muttered, slamming Dan Heng back down with a forearm against his throat. He pushed between his bare thighs, spitting into one palm before taking a hold of Dan Heng’s cock hard.
“Ah- Blade-” Dan Heng started to whine, breaking off in a soft cry as Blade began to jerk him off in ruthless, unrelenting strokes. He didn’t stop or slow even as Dan Heng squirmed and sobbed beneath him, not giving the man a break until he finally spilled into Blade’s palm with a keen.
Blade was not familiar with the concept of a refractory period. As soon as his hand was slick and messy, he swiped two fingers through the spend and pressed those fingers to Dan Heng’s hole. Dan Heng gave a heavy shudder and tried to squirm up and away from the pressure, not really wanting to get away but craving the thrill of it anyway.
Blade fit two fingers forcefully. Dan Heng loved the burn, clenched around it until Blade chuckled and indulged a third finger.
“This hungry cunt is always ready to take me.” He observed, fucking his fingers in and out and adding more of Dan Heng’s cum to slick the way. “Isn’t it, baby? Tell me.”
“My-” he swallowed, throat feeling dry. “My c-cunt is-”
“Not yours.” Blade snapped, emphasizing this with a jab of his fingers right to Dan Heng’s prostate. “You don’t own anything here. All of you belongs to me. Try again, darling.”
Giving a soft sob, Dan Heng twisted slightly and tried to muster up the courage to speak when his pride begged him not to. “Your cunt-! It’s always ready to take you, always- ah, fuck, please just fuck me ,”
Blade pulled his fingers out, and Dan Heng groaned with the loss. “Thanks for convincing me to do this, baby.” His grin was wide and gleaming in the low light. “I’m going to ruin you, now.”
He unzipped his own pants, and Dan Heng only vaguely realized he had been clothed this whole time, while he was laid bare before him. It brought an embarrassed flush to his cheeks accompanied by a gentle whine that Blade quieted with a small kiss as he leaned over and sat back up again, situating his dick against Dan Heng's slicked up entrance.
“Look at you.” Blade purred, moving his hips forward in slow motions so that his cock rut against Dan Heng’s hole. “All wet for me, and I hardly have to do a thing to turn you on. Thinking with your cunt again, are we, baby?”
“Shut up,” Dan Heng gritted out, throwing one hand up over his mouth and biting down on the meat of his palm to avoid giving Blade the satisfaction of hearing him cry from overstimulation as his dick bumped up against the underside of Dan Heng’s balls.
Blade loved to make him cry. His laugh was like knives against stone.
“Don’t worry. I’ll satisfy that needy cunt of yours.”
And then he pushed in, and it was like Dan Heng had never been fucked before with how sensitive he felt, how big Blade felt, how insistent he pushed in and in and god, Dan Heng wasn’t sure he would fit . But he had fit before, had carved out a place inside of Dan Heng just for him and him alone, and it was like coming home when they came together again.
Dan Heng was left reeling and gasping when Blade finally filled him up all the way. The taller man leaned over Dan Heng, his own expression undeniably caught in pleasure. His hips twitched forward in tiny increments, seeking out more of the tightness that he found himself buried in.
“Dan Heng,” he whispered, voice rough. “ Fuck ,”
He felt a tear roll down his cheek, and squirmed again, only succeeding in moving Blade’s cock so it brushed right against his prostate. He cried out, more tears falling, and Blade finally took notice.
Thrusting in and out of him shallowly, he rubbed the tears into Dan Heng’s skin with one thumb. “Does it feel good?” He asked, lips parted as he smeared red eyeliner over soft skin. “Does it feel good to remember who you belong to?”
Dan Heng clenched and tried to keep in his noises, but a hard warning thrust knocked a warbling moan out of him.
“Yes,” Dan Heng insisted, crying in earnest now. “Yes, please ,” He was a complete mess. Red streaked down his cheek in tear tracks and from Blade’s thumb, and his throat was starting to bloom slightly in finger shaped bruises where Blade had held him tightly.
“Hah. I guess I’ll listen to you for once.” Blade wrapped his hand around that throat, matched up the fingerprints with his own, and used that as leverage to pull his hips back until just the tip of his cock remained inside of Dan Heng before pushing forward brutally and setting a rough, punishing pace.
Each motion forced another, louder moan out of Dan Heng until he was practically sobbing and choking on his gasps of pleasure.
“That’s right,” Blade grunted above him over the sound of wet skin on skin. “Cry for me. I want to hear it all. Going to fill you, leave you leaking so you don’t forget me.” He squeezed Dan Heng’s throat hard and watched the man below him shudder before releasing his grip and just pinning him in place with his hand. “You’ll never have to be reminded again that I own all of you.” He shifted, changed his angle, and began to pound hard against Dan Heng’s prostate. That was the last that the smaller man could handle, and he snapped like a string, back arching off the bed and head tossed back as tears made a mess of his eyelashes. His cum splashed over his stomach and chest, nearly reaching his chin.
“Messy,” Blade chided, not letting up his thrusts for a moment. It brought Dan Heng over the edge and into overstimulation where he could only twitch and sob. “You’re so pathetic. You’re lucky you’re mine.”
Blade held Dan Heng down and began to chase his own climax, fucking deeper and harder into him until he couldn’t hold off anymore, and he finally filled Dan Heng to his core.
He fucked his spend into him as much as he could before his energy finally exhausted itself and Blade found himself collapsing on top of a twitching, sniffling Dan Heng.
And for a while, they just lay there. Blade reached up and pushed a hand through Dan Heng’s hair, and whispered something soft and praising close to his ear. Dan Heng gave a wobbly smile, and closed his eyes so Blade could mess with the tears that wet his skin. He rubbed his thumb over and over again beneath Dan Heng’s eyes, until he was too tired to do even that.
Dan Heng fell asleep before him, he always did sleep well after getting the life fucked out of him. Blade stayed up only long enough to ensure that his most prized possession wouldn’t wake from nightmares or any discomfort, and then lay his head on Dan Heng’s bare, sticky chest, and closed his eyes.
When Dan Heng awoke, the curtains were open, and Blade was gone. He was dearly sore all over, and there was wetness between his thighs. Blade hadn’t bothered to say goodbye before he left, but it didn’t really bother Dan Heng. It would only be a matter of time before they saw each other again