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When Da-ge's away

Summary:

Meng Yao has had enough of Nie Huaisang always hanging off his arm and creating messes for Meng Yao to clean up. The spoilt young master needs to be taught a lesson. When Nie Mingjue goes away on a business trip, leaving the two of them alone, Meng Yao lets his desires loose. It’s time he got something he wanted.

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Heed the tags. Please do not engage with this fic if you are uncomfortable with them. If you would like to see a summary of the main points, please read the end notes.

Warning: This story depicts a rape roleplay scene. Most of the interactions will be written from a POV within the scenario.

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Mingjue set down his luggage by the door and turned to look at the two people sending him off. “I'll be back in a week,” he said, leaning down to give Huaisang a tight hug. “Behave for Meng Yao, okay, didi?”

“Da-ge~” Huaisang whined. “I'm not a kid anymore!” He ruined the impact of this statement by stomping his foot like a child, making both older men laugh.

Meng Yao smiled at him with the air of one indulging a young child. “Your Da-ge just worries, A-Sang.” When Huaisang stayed petulant, he added teasingly, “What, you don't want to spend time with me?”

Huaisang’s eyes widened at the realization that his protests could be taken in a bad way. “It's not that, Yao-ge! I always enjoy Yao-ge’s company!” he hurriedly reassured him with a bright smile and big doe eyes.

Mingjue chuckled at their exchange.

Meng Yao had been Mingjue’s personal assistant for several years now and would be taking care of company matters while Mingjue was off on his business trip. They had agreed that it would be easier all around if he made use of Mingjue’s home office during this time. It also let him keep an eye on Mingjue's didi, who Mingjue did not trust to take care of himself properly. Huaisang had a tendency to skip meals if he got engrossed in a new art project. 

“Okay, Da-ge, you better go now or you'll miss your train,” Huaisang said, making a show of pushing Mingjue’s larger bulk out of the door. “Yao-ge and I are going to have a lovely time without you.”

Laughing, Mingjue let himself be maneuvered. “See you both in a week's time,” he said. 

“Have a safe trip, Nie-zong,” Meng Yao replied with a small bow. 

“Bye, Da-ge.” Huaisang darted forward to give him another quick hug. 

Mingjue smiled and closed the front door behind him. 

 


 

Huaisang emerged from his shower feeling soft and refreshed, wearing a silken pajama set that he loved because it was super comfortable and had the cutest little shorts. The bright floral scent of his favorite shampoo wafted in his wake. 

He smiled sweetly when he passed Meng Yao in the hallway, the older man emerging from the office with his laptop in hand. “Good night, Yao-ge,” Huaisang said.

“Good night, A-Sang,” Meng Yao returned gently. “Sleep well.”

The moment Huaisang’s figure disappeared into his bedroom, Meng Yao let his placid smile twist into a smirk and returned to his own room to start making preparations.

 


 

Huaisang slowly awoke in a state of disorientation. He was in his own bed, but there was something wrong that his half-woken mind couldn’t quite place at the moment. Letting out a slow breath, he tried to turn over into a more comfortable position, and when he couldn't, the last vestiges of sleepiness abruptly left him. His eyes shot open, his heart hammering in his ears.

“Mmpmh!” he tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the cloth gag tied between his teeth. The cool air of the room prickled on his bare skin, making him feel hot and cold all at once. His arms were bound above his head by cotton ropes, the softness of the fabric belying its strength as he tried and failed to free his wrists from where they had been secured to the headboard. Similar bindings around his ankles held his legs open and vulnerable to the hot length splitting him open. He gasped, automatically clenching down, and squirmed when the action made the foreign intrusion feel even bigger. Tears sprang to his eyes as he struggled futilely. “Mmp, mmphh!”

“Shh, it’s alright, A-Sang,” a familiar voice crooned from nearby.

It was a voice that would normally soothe Huaisang, but in this context, it made his heart fall straight to his stomach. His breaths came quick and shallow as his teary eyes focused on Meng Yao leaning over him. 

The other man was almost fully clothed, the contrast to Huaisang’s naked form raising goosebumps over Huaisang’s skin. Only the fly of his trousers was undone and pushed down. Huaisang’s gaze was drawn unwillingly to where they were joined together, more than half of Meng Yao’s dick disappearing into Huaisang’s body. Huaisang’s eyes went back to Meng Yao’s face with a desperate plea, still clinging to the naive hope that this wasn’t what it seemed. But Meng Yao’s gentle smile was a mockery of the doting expression Huaisang normally saw, and Huaisang knew that there would be no salvation there. The older man paid Huaisang’s tear-filled eyes no mind, sinking deeper into Huaisang with another roll of his hips. 

Huaisang let his head fall back with a whine, turning his cheek into the pillow behind his head as Meng Yao slowly sank in to the hilt. ‘I knew it, this is so hot,’ he thought with satisfaction. For all his seemingly panicked struggles, there was no real fear – because this had all been discussed beforehand, inclusive of Huaisang being fucked awake. Huaisang didn't look in the direction of the discreetly hidden video camera which was recording everything for Mingjue to enjoy later. 

Meng Yao reached over his head and Huaisang felt slim fingers tangle with his, squeezing lightly in question. Huaisang squeezed back three times in succession like they had agreed on, a signal that meant that there was no strain, no cramps, and he was fine to continue. 

Satisfied with the response, Meng Yao placed a small device in Huaisang’s palm. Meng Yao waited for Huaisang to feel over the portable safety alarm and find the activation button with his thumb. It was easy to do – the nondescript device with its loud beeping alarm was their go-to system for scenes where someone was both gagged and tied up. Huaisang knew to use it if he wanted to stop. 

With the preparations complete, Meng Yao let his hand trail down to cup Huaisang’s left cheek in a tender motion. His thumb swiped beneath Huaisang’s eye, collecting the tears that clung to his lashes. “Don’t worry, A-Sang, Yao-ge is here to take care of you,” he purred, and the dark tone sent a shiver down Huaisang’s spine.

Huaisang let himself sink fully into the scene. He tilted his face away, desperately trying to form words of protest through the gag. The muffled sounds broke off in a gasp when Meng Yao drew back slightly and thrust in again, going deeper than before. “Nnnh!” Huaisang whimpered at the sensation of his body opening up helplessly to the invasion. He bit down on the gag in his mouth, the cloth damp from his hot breaths and saliva. 

“I can’t hear you properly, Huaisang. You’re going to have to speak up a bit,” Meng Yao chided as if they were in one of their usual tutoring sessions. The words were mean, knowing that Huaisang had no way to respond.

Meng Yao started up a steady rhythm, eliciting shaky moans from Huaisang. Each hard thrust pushed Huaisang further up on the bed before he was pulled down again by Meng Yao’s hands on his hips. Huaisang trembled, losing time to the sensations of being used like a toy. He sobbed, begging wordlessly for it to end but given no reprieve. He was forced to take everything Meng Yao gave him, whether or not he wanted it. 

As a traitorous molten pleasure started to build inside Huaisang, Meng Yao suddenly slowed his pace. Through the haze in Huaisang’s mind, he heard the tinkling melody of a ringtone. Meng Yao shifted to fish his phone off the side table, smiling to himself when he saw the caller ID. “Good morning, Nie-zong,” he greeted smoothly, as if Mingjue’s call had simply caught him during a quiet morning with a cup of coffee, not balls-deep in Mingjue’s little brother.

Mingjue’s reply was a barely-perceivable rumble over the phone’s speakers but it was enough to break Huaisang out of his stupor. Huaisang’s eyes widened with the realization that his brother was right there on the other side of the phone. 

“Mmf!” Huaisang tried to call out but couldn’t form the words around the gag. “Mmmpf!!” 

“Oh, that sound? I think the neighbor is doing some renovation, the noise has been going on and off all morning,” Meng Yao said. Slowly and deliberately, he placed his free hand over Huaisang’s nose and mouth. It wasn’t tight enough to actually impede Huaisang’s airflow, but it was a clear reminder of who was in control. Huaisang went still, breaths going shallow as he stared up at Meng Yao with huge terrified eyes.

Meng Yao calmly returned his gaze and then smiled. It was not a nice smile and it sent a icy shiver running through Huaisang. 

“Ah, Huaisang? He’s still sleeping,” Meng Yao lied without even the slightest waver in his voice to give him away, then chuckled in response to Mingjue’s reply. “It’s the weekend, Nie-zong, we can let him sleep in a little. I’ll make sure he catches up on his studying later today.”

Meng Yao’s casual discussion with Mingjue stood in terrible contrast to how he had resumed rolling his hips into Huaisang’s pliant body. With the hand over his mouth, Huaisang didn’t dare to move nor make a sound. Tears spilled from the corners of Huaisang’s eyes as the hopelessness of his situation sank in.

“Yes, I’ll make sure Huaisang calls you tonight,” Meng Yao was saying, and Huaisang already knew that there was no way Meng Yao would let him talk to his brother alone. “Have a nice day, Nie-zong,” Meng Yao said, the mundane words feeling like a death sentence to Huaisang’s ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Huaisang.” 

Meng Yao hung up and tossed the phone aside, eyes roving over Huaisang’s pathetically shivering form. He leaned over Huaisang, caressing his wet cheeks with false affection. “Poor little Huaisang, all alone at my mercy. Da-ge’s not here to save you,” Meng Yao cooed. 

Huaisang’s tear-soaked gaze searched his face, trying desperately to find the Meng Yao he knew in that cold expression. Meng Yao seemed to read the unspoken question in Huaisang’s eyes. “Why am I doing this, you ask?” he said, then laughed cruelly. “I’m tired of playing nice with your little family. You think that just because you pay me a bit of money, I’m willing to put myself at your beck and call. ‘Yao-ge, come shopping with me’; ‘Yao-ge, I’m hungry’; Yao-ge, this, Yao-ge, that – Every day, I smile and bear it. Catering to the whims of a spoiled young master who doesn’t even know a fraction of suffering. Isn’t it right for you to give me something in return? Something that I want. Isn't that the least of what I deserve?”

Meng Yao’s gaze flicked downwards and he smirked. “But what is this?” Meng Yao closed his fingers around Huaisang’s erection in a harsh grip. The sudden stimulation made Huaisang jerk against his bonds with a silent gasp and clench around Meng Yao’s dick inside him. Meng Yao’s responding laugh was mocking and mean as he circled a fingernail around the tip, drawing out helpless whimpers. “You actually enjoy being taken like this, don't you? You little slut.”

Huaisang shook his head frantically but was unable to hide his body’s physical reactions. “Nuhh…” he pleaded weakly. His breaths left him in choked-off moans as Meng Yao’s hands returned to grip his hips and resume a punishing pace. 

The raw sounds leaving Huaisang’s throat heightened into helpless moans when Meng Yao angled to hit his prostate, forcing him to feel pleasure amidst the violation. Huaisang squeezed his eyes shut, naively trying to hide from this stranger who wore the face of his friend. Perhaps, if he fell back asleep, he would find that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But the relentless sensations violating him from inside out granted him no escape. If anything, having his eyes shut only made it worse, amplifying every touch and movement as Meng Yao took his pleasure from Huaisang’s body and made him feel it as well. The heat inside him built up rapidly, curling his toes… but just when he was about to tip over the edge, Meng Yao’s fingers cinched ruthlessly around the base of his cock. Huaisang’s chest heaved in sobs as his release was denied to him.

“Did I say you were allowed to come?” Meng Yao’s voice was soft like the whisper of a sharp knife. He took his fingers off Huaisang’s cock, but his movements slowed into tauntingly languid rolls of his hips. “A-Sang ah, A-Sang, you need to learn that you don’t get things you want so easily.” 

With his hands and legs bound, Huaisang had no way to seek the friction that he needed. His teary eyes found Meng Yao’s. “Uhh–” he pleaded, clumsily trying to produce words to no avail. Hot tears spilled down to soak in the fabric of his gag. “Buhh!”

“Do you want to come?” Meng Yao crooned, relishing the sight of Huaisang falling apart.

Huaisang nodded desperately, his bodily demands overriding his shame.

“Then beg for it.” 

Reaching up, Meng Yao undid the gag around Huaisang’s mouth, pulling it free. Huaisang stared at the ceiling, sucking in desperate gasps through his mouth now that he was able to. “P-Please…” he croaked out, voice weak. Tears glistened on his lashes. “Please…”

“Please what? You have to be clearer than that, A-Sang. I want to hear your sincerity,” Meng Yao admonished. He continued to grind his hips into Huaisang’s shivering body, torturously slow, sending electricity burning through Huaisang that was simultaneously too much and not enough. 

“Please, I beg you, let me come!” Huaisang wailed, shaking all over. “I promise I’ll be good, I’ll change, I’ll do whatever you want. So please, please…”

Meng Yao smiled with dark satisfaction. “That wasn’t too hard now, was it?”

He drew out until just the tip remained, and Huaisang’s hole fluttered around him, trying to keep him inside. His cock brushed just slightly against Huaisang’s prostate on the way out, making Huaisang mewl miserably before the sound was punched out of Huaisang’s lungs in a shriek when he thrust back in. The slap of skin on skin was loud in the enclosed bedroom as Meng Yao resumed with a steady pace.

“Hah– Ah–! Nngh!” Huaisang’s eyes were glazed over in his pleasure, helpless moans leaving his lips which were reddened and swollen from the gag. Meng Yao reached one hand between them, barely needing to touch him before Huaisang was coming with a loud scream. Huaisang’s back arched like a bow as he shamefully spurted all over his stomach. 

Huaisang moaned, trembling all over as Meng Yao fucked him through the aftershocks… then continued to fuck him into oversensitivity. Huaisang whimpered as his mind returned to him, tugging weakly at his bonds and trying to squirm away. Every nerve end felt on fire, hanging on the knife’s edge between pain and pleasure. “Ah– uh– No– it’s too much!” he sobbed. “I can’t… please–!”

Harsh fingers gripped Huaisang’s chin tightly, forcing Huaisang to meet Meng Yao’s cold eyes. “What, did you think it’ll be that easy?” Meng Yao mocked with a cruel chuckle. “It’s time to face reality, A-Sang. I'm nowhere near done with you yet.”

 


 

Meng Yao undid the ties around Huaisang’s wrists, gently pressing kisses to the reddened skin. Huaisang giggled sleepily and tucked his face into Meng Yao’s hip as the older man wiped him down with a damp cloth. Meng Yao gently ran his fingers through Huaisang’s hair, patting him like a cat. 

Meng Yao’s phone rang again and he picked up with a video call this time. He smiled at the person on the other side before tilting the phone down so that the camera captured Huaisang.

“Hi, Da-ge,” Huaisang greeted with the satisfied giddiness of a person who had been given a great fuck.

Mingjue’s fondness could be seen even through the tiny screen of the phone. “Looks like you had fun.”

“So much fun,” Huaisang agreed. He lifted his hips to let Meng Yao take away the extra layer of sheets they had put on the bed, then shimmied back into his pajamas. Meng Yao indulgently pulled the covers over him and tucked him in.

“Get a bit more sleep if you want. I’ll go prepare breakfast,” Meng Yao said. He leaned in towards the phone camera. “And I think someone has a meeting to get to in half an hour.”

“Bossy,” Mingjue complained but his grin softened it. He moved his phone further away to show that he was already dressed in a neat dark green button-down and gray blazer. “I’m all ready, see? Just thought I’d call while I waited for my ride.”

“I’ve got a ride scheduled too,” Huaisang contributed naughtily from under the covers. “It’s coming tonight.”

“Oh my god,” Mingjue groaned, half in horror at the terrible pun and half at the image it elicited. “Meng Yao, smack him for me.”

Meng Yao swatted at the general vicinity of Huaisang’s butt, which Huaisang responded to with an exaggerated “Ow” despite there being no way he actually felt the hit through the duvet’s padding.

“Leave that for tonight and let your Da-ge go to work,” Meng Yao reprimanded.

“Yes, Yao-ge,” Huaisang replied, putting on a properly contrite expression. “Bye, Da-ge. Have fun at work while we have more fun without you,” he added unrepentantly.

Mingjue rolled his eyes at his brother’s unending antics. “Bye, you little menace. A-Yao, don’t let him bully you too much.”

“Have a nice day, Da-ge,” Meng Yao said, deliberately repeating the words he used earlier. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Huaisang.” His lips twitched upwards in satisfaction when he heard a tiny hitch of breath from Huaisang under the covers.

Mingjue snorted as he hung up the call. Who was he kidding, they were one as bad as the other.

“Yao-ge, you’re mean,” Huaisang complained.

“You like me that way,” Meng Yao returned without missing a beat.

Huaisang couldn’t deny that. Meng Yao chuckled knowingly. 

“Okay, now rest up a bit,” Meng Yao said, leaning in to press a kiss to Huaisang’s forehead, then blew a hot breath against the shell of his ear. His whisper was full of dark promise. “You’ll need the energy for tonight.”

Notes:

Overview:
Modern AU. MY and NHS engage in a rape roleplay scene where MY rapes NHS while NMJ is away on a business trip. Major themes of the scene include betrayal of trust and assault by a familiar person. Explicit scenes are between MY and NHS only – NMJ is not physically there.

While NHS is asleep, MY strips him, gags him and ties him to his bed. He has prepared and is penetrating NHS when NHS wakes up and struggles. Outside the scene, MY ensures that safety protocol are in place (a safety alarm that NHS can activate in place of a safeword, since NHS is gagged) before continuing.

NHS cries and struggles while MY fucks him. Halfway through, NMJ calls. MY talks to NMJ on the phone, hiding what he is doing to NHS. NHS tries to call out to NMJ for help but MY covers NHS’s mouth as a threat. They hang up, and NHS is cut off from his only chance to escape.

MY continues to fuck NHS, deliberately making him feel pleasure. When NHS is about to orgasm, MY stops it and makes him beg. MY then lets NHS come, and continues to fuck him afterwards through overstimulation. The explicit scene ends with a fade-to-black with the implication that MY will continue to fuck him.

The aftercare has MY cleaning NHS up and tucking him back to bed. NMJ calls to check up on them and they exchange some casual teasing. MY then tells NHS to take a nap, ending with implying that they will continue with another scene at night.