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Jiang Cheng is sulking.
When Jiang Cheng is sulking, the default expression on his face is a disgruntled pout or an angry scowl. It's quite a shame, really, Wei Wuxian thinks. Because he remembers his little brother being rather pretty when he allows himself to smile.
"What's bothering you?" he asks for the hundredth time.
"Nothing!" Jiang Cheng seethes with a passion. "Mind your own business."
"That's hard to do when we are together 24/7," Wei Wuxian protests.
"And? No one told you to stick around," Jiang Cheng shoots back. "You have no obligation to stay. Leave if you want to."
Wei Wuxian cringes on the inside. "That's easier said than done, A-Cheng."
"Hmph. Watch me."
With a flourish, Jiang Cheng storms out of their tent. Wei Wuxian has forgotten how temperamental a teenaged male could be. A teenaged Jiang Cheng to be exact. Fortunately, roaming the human realm for six hundred years has been a long enough time for this demon to develop a sense of patience.
Wei Wuxian waits a couple of seconds before dutifully following suit. "A-Cheng, don't be like that. Come here!"
"No! Stop calling me that already; my name is Jiang Wanyin!"
Jiang Cheng breaks into a run. Wei Wuxian huffs in exasperation before folding his arms behind his back. He watches the purple of Jiang Cheng's embroidered jacket flutter in the wind.
No matter how far Jiang Cheng runs from him, Wei Wuxian will know where he is.
He's already nicked a taste of the human's blood in a spell-induced sleep. It had been divine. But that's not the point. The point is that Wei Wuxian is now able to track the human's movement wherever he goes. He's already used the trick borrowed from the vampire population with notable results.
The human boy has an odd tendency to gravitate towards bodies of water. Wei Wuxian wonders if it has something to do with his past lives. He often finds him by the river, though he's never witnessed Jiang Cheng diving in.
But he's found him talking to that Angel by the water on several occasions. It makes him sigh every time. He's at least comforted by the fact that the pair appear to be on rockier terms than they had been when Wei Wuxian had encountered Zewu-jun for the first time in centuries on that night.
Now that he thinks about it, Jiang Cheng's moody spells started immediately after that night. He had been near inconsolable for the first few days. The only thing that had soothed the human was the mechanical motion of stabbing an undead creature through the chest with the shiny new blade he'd acquired.
The short sword glints under the moonlight like a shooting star. Jiang Cheng admires it whenever he thinks he's alone and keeps it obsessively clean of monster guts. Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, cannot stand the sight of it. It gives him headaches and causes his skin to crawl when he gets too close to it for long periods of time. He hasn't been able to figure out why because it repulsed him too much to investigate.
It had been near impossible to keep from visibly flinching the one time Jiang Cheng had brandished the sword against him with a verbal threat to send him to the Underworld. It had kept him better behaved for a few days and Jiang Cheng's temper had been stayed.
But the boy's temper kept flaring after the angel appeared, every single time.
"Do you want me to get rid of him?" Wei Wuxian had offered once.
"Get rid of who? Yourself?" Jiang Cheng had grumbled.
"No. The guy with the...creepy smile."
"I have no idea who you're talking about," Jiang Cheng had said with a grunt of displeasure. And he had proceeded to deny the angel's existence every other time Wei Wuxian attempted to bring Zewu-Jun into the conversation.
One night, he seems more down in particular. Wei Wuxian manages to convince the boy to check them into a motel for the night. They deserved a break from tracking the vampire nest they were homing in on for a week now, and the ambush they were planning could wait a single night.
Wei Wuxian claims the shower first. When he exits in the motel's only shower robe, in a dashing dark grey, Jiang Cheng is already stripping out of his sweat soaked shirt. They'd ran hard towards the motel in an impromptu race to see who could get there faster.
Wei Wuxian can't help the slow inhale he takes as the human boy passes by in his half naked state. The aura of Jiang Cheng's soul has always been mouth-watering to the undead, but the way the human's heart continues to thunder fast in his chest makes his scent more prominent than usual. The strong force of it is what has evil drawing towards the young male. It was what caught Wei Wuxian's attention the first time they met before he had recognized who the human was.
Jiang Cheng's soul, now residing in the body of his reincarnated Jiang Wanyin, has grown to become the brightest soul Wei Wuxian has ever encountered in the living plane. It is packed so full of yin. It must be an anomaly. People with such high life forces normally had two destinations: Heaven through ascension, or Hell if they were unfortunate enough to be intercepted before reaching a higher level.
Wei Wuxian wonders how possible it could be for Jiang Cheng's soul to have ended up this way through normal means. He becomes distracted for a moment because when Jiang Cheng silently closes the door behind him, Wei Wuxian can still feel a tingle through his meridians, reminiscent of how they used to be full of the flow of life.
Jiang Cheng's soul is definitely an anomaly. The excess yin gathered in one living being is akin to a magnet for tragedy, counteracting the yin by attracting yang to bring about balance.
"Hm. How interesting," Wei Wuxian muses aloud.
He drops onto the bed the pair will be sharing tonight. It is an upgrade from the usual cramped tent and bedroll. He stretches out his limbs, arms folded behind his head as he closes his eyes. He begins to theorize how Jiang Cheng's soul could roam for so many centuries to the point that it has developed to such a high state. He opens eyes again when an inkling of an idea springs into his mind.
As if to confirm his thoughts, a muffled voice sounds from the room beside him.
"Mm... Lan Huan..."
Perking up, Wei Wuxian turns towards the wall separating him from Jiang Cheng's reincarnate. With a red glint of his eyes, the demon scans the vicinity for a holy presence. His search comes short, but it all clicks in Wei Wuxian's mind from the call of that angel's name.
It must be Zewu-Jun. From the persistent way the angel descended from Heaven to visit the adolescent on a regular basis, it is easy to guess that this is not the first time the angel has entered Jiang Cheng's path. From there it would not be hard to speculate that Zewu-Jun had played a hand in guarding Jiang Cheng's soul from leaving this forsaken realm.
But why? In their first life, Wei Wuxian had never seen the two interacting other than to exchange formalities during sect conferences. And Jiang Cheng never strayed far from him, back then, so there is no way Wei Wuxian could have missed the two fraternizing. Unless they had gotten to know each other after Wei Wuxian had turned?
"Ah... A-Huan... Huan-gēge!"
Wei Wuxian's fists clench. The sound of human pleasure is not unfamiliar to him. It is common for demons to take on meat suits with the sole purpose of partaking in such activities. But the sounds of Jiang Cheng's soft whimpers pitching around another's name has Wei Wuxian simmering with discontent.
How could his little brother fall for an angel of all people? They were beautiful, sure, blindingly so. But not as righteous as one would think. Wei Wuxian used to gripe about heavenly beings for days on end when he was still coming to terms with his undead status.
With an irritated click of his tongue, the demon chooses to channel his attention elsewhere. On Jiang Cheng, in particular.
If he focuses his keen senses, he can hear the slick, wet sounds of the human pleasuring himself. Most likely by touching his cock, with a tight fist wrapped around its length. Wei Wuxian can easily imagine it. He channels his energy to flow downwards to pool into his groin. A lazy grin takes his hips as he pulls apart the string tying his robe shut. He places a hand on himself and strokes in time with the sounds of Jiang Cheng's stuttering breaths and quiet gasps.
"P-please... Nnh... Huan-gēge..."
Wei Wuxian frowns. Not that name again. This Jiang Cheng has never been so affectionate as to call him 'gēge' before. Why? Even though they've gotten to know each other so well during these past six months.
Wei Wuxian has been on his best behaviour, guarding the young hunter from numerous lust driven beasts out to consume Jiang Cheng's ever flowing yin if not his soul. He has risked his neck for the boy multiple times. He has left himself vulnerable to attack should the keen hunter discover his unholy status.
Meanwhile, all the angel has done is trail after the boy like a kicked puppy. What did the boy see in Zewu-Jun?
"Huan-gēge...You said that you'd... Ah, fuck!"
Jiang Cheng's voice rises a pitch higher as he begins to mewl lewdly. The sounds of wet slaps of skin grow louder. Wei Wuxian stills his hand, now more interested in the erotic noises the human is producing. Considering the amount of time they've been with each other, it is inevitable for Wei Wuxian to have caught the younger male masturbating a handful of times. But Jiang Cheng has never been so wanton about it, never this loud.
Almost as if he wants to be heard.
"Huan-gēge... Ah! Huan-gēge...!"
Jiang Cheng comes with the angel's name on his lips. His heaving breaths are shaky, and Wei Wuxian can imagine the human slumped against the shower wall as he gathers himself, still trembling from the aftermath of his orgasm. He licks his lips at the tantalizing mental image.
He's already got a plan on how to get the real thing before his eyes by the time the shower is turned off.
Jiang Cheng's cheeks are still a rosy pink by the time he returns to the room. A towel is secured around his waist and another hangs off his angular shoulders. He's absentmindedly running a hand through his damp shoulder length hair as he draws closer to the bed. He is so unaware of how tempting he appears like this, lips swollen red, pale skin glistening with stray rivulets of water, and the twin pink peaks of his chest teasing inhuman eyes to stare. His silver eyes are downcast, the boy clearly occupied by the thoughts running through his head.
Intent on having his meal approach on his own accord, Wei Wuxian waits while perched upon the middle of the bed. He keeps his hands on his lap, scratching restlessly at the robe closed around his otherwise naked form. He doesn't remember how he's managed to gain Jiang Cheng's trust so quickly to have the younger male comfortable enough to remain clothless in his presence, but the accomplishment certainly comes in handy now.
Wei Wuxian waits for Jiang Cheng to take a seat on the edge of the bed before leaning over. He rests his chin upon his shoulder and drawls into the human's ear, "Did you have fun, dìdi?"
"Huh?"
Jiang Cheng startles as if he's only just remembering Wei Wuxian's presence. The human jerks his face to the side to look at him with wide eyes.
"Why are you so close? And what are you talking about?"
Jiang Cheng attempts to lean away, but Wei Wuxian is quick to drape an arm around him to keep him still. He ignores the way the human visibly tenses under his touch and speaks over his noise of dissent. "I asked if you had fun all by yourself in the shower, A-Cheng?"
A dark blush appears on the human's cheeks. He stammers, "I didn't!"
Wei Wuxian releases an amused huff. "Really? I could have sworn I heard you moaning as you played with yourself."
Jiang Cheng sucks in a harsh breath before turning his face away to mumble, "Why would you listen to that?"
"Eh? How could I not have when you sounded so cute?" Wei Wuxian returns.
"Cute?" Jiang Cheng exclaims in offence. He makes to stand but Wei Wuxian pulls him back so that he nearly topples on top of him. "Wei Ying! Quit joking around already!" he commands.
"Oh, come on. There's no need to be embarrassed," Wei Wuxian reassures. "It's natural to relieve some stress that way. I'm surprised you don't do it more often with how pent up you must be."
"I am not —!"
"You are. But you shouldn't be," Wei Wuxian says. He pulls Jiang Cheng back to bed and flips him over so that he's on his back and staring up at him with round eyes. "Why haven't you gotten your dear Huan-gēge to help you with that, hm?"
"W-what?" Jiang Cheng squeaks. It takes a second for a look of outrage to replace his embarrassed one. "Don't call him that!"
"Why? Are you the only one who gets to call him Huan- gēge ? "
With a growl, Jiang Cheng shoves hard with the intent to push Wei Wuxian off him. The demon is briefly caught off guard by the aggression behind the move, but when Wei Wuxian wants to be, he's faster than any hunter ever could be. He pins the human down, one hand thrust against his chest, smiling all the while.
The hunter's expression morphs into a confused one by the massive pressure being placed against his torso. It is unnatural. More like supernatural. He struggles regardless, hands clutching at Wei Wuxian's forearm. The demon increases the power channeling through his undead veins in response.
As he does, with his free hand he reaches for the knot tying Jiang Cheng's towel around his waist.
"Oi! What are you—hey!"
Jiang Cheng releases a scandalized noise when Wei Wuxian manages to yank the towel from the boy's grasp. With one hand, he keeps Jiang Cheng firmly pressed to the mattress and dangles the towel from his fingers held to the side and out of the boy's reach. A feral smile is across his face as he trails his eyes along the pale flesh revealed to him.
"D-don't look!" Jiang Cheng cries out in horror. He clamps his legs firmly shut; knees pulled defensively towards himself. But it does nothing to hide the soft state of his manhood, softly curved over his smooth navel. "Give that back, Wei—"
"Why?" Wei Wuxian interrupts. "You walk around naked all the time whenever we rent a room out. You think I haven't seen your body before?"
"W-what?!" Jiang Cheng gasps, eyes wide. "I do not walk around naked. And what do you mean you've seen—?"
"Besides, isn't it better if you remain like this? Naked. Your angelic Huan-gēge is going to arrive soon, right? Or at least that's what you're hoping for, isn't it?"
Wei Wuxian watches with both amusement and annoyance as the boy beneath him flushes impossibly red at the mere mention of the angel. Tch ! It has never crossed his mind that anyone would steal his brother's heart away like this.
"...I wasn't!" Jiang Cheng denies feebly.
"You were chanting his name like a prayer, wishing for him to come. But you had sinful intentions with that angel of yours, didn't you, A-Cheng?"
Jiang Cheng stills, eyes wide in alarm. He completely forgets about his previous sense of shame. He attempts to sit up again as he says in an accusing tone, "You. How did you know that Huan-gē is an angel?"
"You know how," Wei Wuxian responds grimly. It is not hard for inhumane beings to tell one another apart. He's seen the way the hunter looks at him when he thinks he's not paying attention. He's noticed the way the human always keeps his blessed sword on his person —except for now. He looks into the other's clear eyes and asks, "Why haven't you tried to stab me yet?"
To his surprise, it doesn't take long for Jiang Cheng to shake his head. "Huan-gē said that you weren't responsible for the massacre of my family," he quietly says.
Not in this lifetime, Wei Wuxian thinks. He is even more surprised by the fact that Zewu-jun hasn't revealed that matter to the boy. "What else did he tell you about me?"
"That you're a crusty old demon who doesn't require the consummation of human souls to survive. That you only do it for sport when you grow bored," Jiang Cheng says without losing his tone of accusation. "Is that what you've been doing? Waiting for a right time to take my soul?"
Wei Wuxian ignores the insult thrown his way and dons a wicked smirk. He can smell the well disguised fear coming off the human. Indeed, one of his past times was to terrorize his prey before taking their souls. "Perhaps I have been. Or perhaps I'm just craving a snack. Either way, what are you going to do about it? Banish me? Beg me to release you?"
Jiang Cheng sends him a look full of despise. "I thought you were different," he grits out.
"But I am," Wei Wuxian replies. "It's not often that you come across a six-hundred-year-old demon."
"Six hundred years?" Jiang Cheng repeats, sounding unimpressed. "Lan Huan has been an angel just as long," he remarks.
"That's because we originated from the same lifetime, the three of us," Wei Wuxian explains. "I'm sure your angel already told you that, A-Cheng," he adds when silver eyes stare at him.
"What?"
"While your angel ascended to Heaven several years after me, I was sent down to Hell and became a demon despite the angels' hopes that I would lie down and rot. Can you imagine their faces when they found out?" he explains with a grin.
Of all the things Jiang Cheng could ask about and receive a truthful answer, he simply wants to confirm, "You two knew each other from when you were still human?"
"Yes. And so did you," the demon repeats. "Did he not tell you that?"
He is met with a troubled look. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now stop joking around and let go of me, Wei Ying."
"Uh-uh. You aren't getting away that easily, Jiang Cheng."
At the sound of his original name, the boy pauses in his efforts of shoving the demon away.
"Oh? What is it, Jiang Cheng? Do you remember something when I call you by your original name?" he prompts, a spark of hope lighting within his cold chest.
As he hesitates, Jiang Cheng's fingers unconsciously curl around the loose lapels of the robe the demon is wearing. "No, of course I don't. But it feels weird. And what do you mean, my original name?" he questions with a furrow of his brow.
"Surely you've heard of the wheel of reincarnation," Wei Wuxian says impatiently. He wants Jiang Cheng to remember already. His original plan to extract the excess yin from the other rapidly evolves as he explains, "Your name was Jiang Cheng when we first lived together. Your angel and I kept our original names as well."
Jiang Cheng regards him for another moment before roughly shaking his head. "You're just messing with me again."
"I'm only serious when it comes to you," Wei Wuxian argues. "Why do you think I stuck around all this time? To protect you."
"I don't need protecting from—"
"To make you remember," Wei Wuxian continues steadily. "I know that it's possible, and so does your angel. It's why he's been clinging to you all this time, waiting for the time you remember who you really are. I'm sure that he's been waiting centuries for you."
"…Huan-gē did say that he's been watching over me for a long time, longer than what I can remember," Jiang Cheng murmurs thoughtfully. "But how can I remember something like that?" he asks, and Wei Wuxian knows that he's secured an in.
"Your soul remembers, and that's all that matters," Wei Wuxian says. "Leave the rest to me, Jiang Cheng. I'll help you. All you need to do is trust me."
The human boy wears his usual frown. "How can I trust a demon?" he questions.
"Just as you have trusted me to stay by your side for the past six months," Wei Wuxian returns. "Besides, it's not like I came to be this way by choice."
Jiang Cheng's expression melts into a contemplative one. An expression that Wei Wuxian reads to mean that the human only requires a small, careful nudge towards agreeing to what the demon wants. But he knows that he can't act rashly or else Jiang Could might spook and pull away.
He's still thinking of what his next move should be when the human boy thrusts his shoulder across himself to hook Wei Wuxian's elbow with his own. He continues the movement, flipping the both of them with the demon's arm still caught between them. Wei Wuxian winces when he feels his elbow collapse the wrong way from the pressure.
He blinks and finds Jiang Cheng straddling him with a triumphant smirk on his lips. "Ha! For a six-hundred-year-old demon, you're not that hard to get away from," he gloats in the only way an adolescent could.
An amused smirk dons Wei Wuxian’s face as he lays flat on his back, looking up at his former play mate. He's hasn't changed at all. "Oh, you have no idea, little boy. I am downright irresistible, and you'll never get away from me."
Jiang Cheng opens his mouth to retaliate but comes short when Wei Wuxian chooses that moment to surge upwards. His dislocated shoulder pops right back into place much to the human's dismay. Jiang Cheng attempts to raise his arm up to intercept it, but the demon moves at an inhuman speed. He catches Jiang Cheng in a headlock, crushing his face against his own chest.
Just like old times, he thinks, as Jiang Cheng struggles against his hold with an indignant shout.
But Wei Wuxian won't find satisfaction in simply repeating the same things he's done in his previous life. No, he wants to chase something even better now that he's got a second chance.
"Wei Wuxian! Let go of me!" comes Jiang Cheng's muffled voice.
"I'm not letting you go ever again, A-Cheng."
The human pauses from the sincerity in his voice. Wei Wuxian takes the chance to snake his free arm around Jiang Cheng's slim waist. He tugs the boy further onto his lap and continues to do so until their bodies are flush, chest to chest, until he can feel the rapid rate of Jiang Cheng's living heartbeat.
"Wei—"
"Uh-uh," he interrupts. He looks Jiang Cheng in the eyes and commands, "From now on, you're going to call me 'Xian-gēge.'"
Silver eyes blow wide in surprise. "W-what? No way! You don't get to decide that," he protests loudly.
The demon has forgotten how resilient this human is against the power of his voice. So Wei Wuxian tilts his head and pouts his bottom lip. "Don't you want me to help you remember our past life, A-Cheng? Imagine how happy your dear Huan-gēge would be. Isn't the least you could do is call me what I want?"
Their faces are mere inches apart from one another with his arm still wrapped around his neck. Wei Wuxian watches the moment Jiang Cheng caves with resignation, bound by the promise of pleasing his angel. "Fine," he mutters. "But only if you stop calling him Huan-gēge."
Wei Wuxian laughs in delight. "Sure thing, A-Cheng," he agrees. "What are you going to call me, then? Let's hear it."
He feels a dash of satisfaction when Jiang Cheng's cheeks flush solely because of him. "Xian- gē...ge..." Jiang Cheng mutters with visible effort.
"Good boy," Wei Wuxian returns, still smiling. "So obedient."
Jiang Cheng attempts to recoil away from his praising words. His soft, pink lips part. They're so inviting, that Wei Wuxian naturally leans in for a taste.
He molds their lips together and delves his tongue passed Jiang Cheng's plump ones. He shifts his hold to cup the back of Jiang Cheng's nape and feels the way the human begins to tremble against him when he channels a flow of yang through his fingertips. A strangled, breathless noise reaches his ears before he hungrily swallows it down. The human in his arms tastes indescribable. He's never tasted anyone like him. The rich honey of the human's yin is setting off his baser instincts to devour this human whole. He hardly notices the hands pushing against his chest until the sharp edges of teeth catch against his tongue. "Ow!"
Wei Wuxian pulls back with a jerk. He wants to growl at his prey for attempting to escape him. But he pauses, blinking to get a clear look at Jiang Cheng's face. His silver eyes are red rimmed, and his brows are furrowed—more so than they usually are— as he stares at Wei Wuxian with his kiss swollen lips and red cheeks. He would look absolutely delectable if the demon was immune to the wounded glaze in his eyes.
"Why did you do that?" Jiang Cheng asks him in a hushed voice.
"Eh?"
Jiang Cheng releases his death grip on the demon's shoulder to bring the back of his hand to his mouth. "That was my..."
The human trails off dejectedly. It takes several seconds for Wei Wuxian to piece together what he is trying to tell him. The edges of his mouth twitches as he carefully says, "Was that your first kiss?"
"..."
Jiang Cheng turns his face away, obviously upset. He is so caught up in his distress that it seems like he's given up on trying to free himself from Wei Wuxian's grasp. He doesn't even move away when Wei Wuxian hesitantly lifts his hand to smooth his hand through his raven locks in a bid to comfort him.
"Ah... I didn't know, Jiang Cheng. Really," he says apologetically. Surprisingly, this six-hundred-year-old demon can still remember the turmoil he'd faced when his own first kiss as a human was stolen by a faceless stranger, someone he still hasn't been able to identify after all these years. "I assumed that... Well, I suppose you were saving it for Zewu-jun... But I'd thought that he'd already..."
The human male remains silent and still in his despair. Wei Wuxian oddly feels like he's deeply wronged Jiang Cheng, and he feels like he should redeem himself somehow. But when his keen eyes catch the way plush lips quiver, as if the boy is holding back his tears, the demon's thoughts derail.
Jiang Cheng is sulking. This time, because of Wei Wuxian.
"...Don't worry, dìdi. This gēge will make everything better. All you have to do is trust me. Okay?"
He cups the human's face, gently, and this time he leans in slowly so that Jiang Cheng has the chance to pull away. He doesn't. He is still trembling with emotion when Wei Wuxian dips passed his lips with careful strokes of his tongue. He infuses yang through the soft, wet touches but allows it to flow slowly so that it makes the both of them shiver from the exchange of energy. He parts their lips every now and then now that he's cognizant of Jiang Cheng's inexperience.
Gradually, Wei Wuxian allows his hands to drift. He wants to get Jiang Cheng acclimatized to his touch and energy. That way, the human boy will become receptive of everything else he has planned in due time. The demon does his best to go slowly, but he becomes distracted for a moment when he swallows thickly and a rush of potent heat and light pours through his old meridians. Only when he is extracting the life force of others does he ever become reminded that he was once human.
He immediately wants to take more. His hand drops lower and he reaches for where Jiang Cheng's dantian lies. But as he does, his hand grazes over something else.
Something hard and hot.
The human boy flinches away with a start as if waking up from a dream. A wet dream, to be exact. "Wei Ying!" he gasps in surprise. He pushes back, and the demon's slackened grip allows it. "Where do you think you're touching?!" Jiang Cheng demands.
"You know where, A-Cheng. We are both males, aren't we?" Wei Wuxian replies, forcing his voice to remain steady. "It's okay. Look. I'm like this, too."
Jiang Cheng's mouth innocently falls open in surprise when his eyes land on Wei Wuxian's hardened length. "But you’re undead. How is that even possible?!" he exclaims.
"Anything's possible when I'm involved," Wei Wuxian can't help but joke. He grabs one of Jiang Cheng's hand and guides it to their straining cocks and murmurs, "Rub them together, A-Cheng. I promise that it'll make you feel crazy good."
"I don't—but I don't want to," Jiang Cheng whispers with wide eyes.
"Why not?" Wei Wuxian questions. Finding sexual release is a nature born instinct for human beings. "Ah. Because you want this first time with your angel, too? Don't worry. I won't take away your virginity from him—unless you ask me to."
"No way!" Jiang Cheng immediately exclaims. "I only want that with Lan Huan," he insists.
"Fine, fine," Wei Wuxian acquiesces. He isn't that evil to rob the human from his beloved. "We'll do everything else instead."
"What? No. "
"Do you want to remember or not? How long do you think your angel has been waiting for you, hm? The entire six hundred years, I'd bet. From the way he looks at you, I wouldn't be surprised if he said that he ascended just to watch over you for eternity."
Jiang Cheng blushes from head to toe from his statement. "I do want to remember, but is this really the only way...?"
"Yes," Wei Wuxian answers with confidence. He drops another quick kiss to the human's lips, sweeping his tongue in for a taste. He's pleased by the way Jiang Cheng doesn't pull away again, though he does feel the boy tense up beneath him. "Although..."
"What?"
"It might be even more effective if your angel joined us," Wei Wuxian contemplates.
He frowns when Jiang Cheng's eyes grow hopeful at the mere mention of Zewu-Jun.
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" Wei Wuxian taunts. "You want your angel to see how erotic you get when someone plays with your virgin body, don't you? You want him to listen to you moan while I pleasure you. That'll make him come for sure."
As if scared by the possibility of Zewu-jun overhearing him while he's still in Heaven, Jiang Cheng clamps his mouth firmly shut. He manages to escape Wei Wuxian's grasp, turning to move away on his knees. Wei Wuxian allows him to taste freedom for a couple of seconds before diving forwards to catch the human by the middle. He hoists him upright so that he's settled firmly upon his lap again. He's certain that the other male can feel his erection against the small of his back.
"Wei Ying!" Jiang Cheng protests.
"A-Cheng," Wei Wuxian scolds in return. He nips on the shell of the human's ear so that it flushes even redder than before. "What did I tell you to call me?"
Jiang Cheng groans.
"Say it, Jiang Cheng."
Wei Wuxian doesn't have to be able to see the boy's face to know that he is blushing when he murmurs, "Xian-gēge..."
"Louder, A-Cheng. So that your angel can hear you."
"N-no!"
Wei Wuxian impatiently rolls his eyes. He's never going to get anywhere if he continues to go easy on his delicious but unyielding meal. Without another word, Wei Wuxian drapes Jiang Cheng's legs over the wide spread of his own knees to hold them open for easier access.
"No!" Jiang Cheng whimpers again.
Wei Wuxian ignores the human in favour of dragging his hands up and down the smooth insides of Jiang Cheng's thighs. With every pass he creeps higher and higher up. He allows the sinful energy gathered inside him to flow freely through his touch and feels the way Jiang Cheng continues to slump further into his embrace even as he groans and shudders, clutching on to the last threads of his stubborn resistance.
"This is t-too—!"
"Good, right?” the demon completes for him. “It feels amazing, doesn't it?"
"Uuhn..."
As he draws an incantation along the flesh of Jiang Cheng's thigh, he speaks. "Behave, now. The faster we finish, the closer you'll be to remembering. Okay?"
Without waiting, Wei Wuxian turns Jiang Cheng's face to his for another deep kiss. He is delighted by the tentative way Jiang Cheng responds to it, shyly parting his lips and copying the way Wei Wuxian strokes their tongues together. The demon takes it up a notch by drawing the boy's tongue into his mouth to suck upon, groaning from how good this human tastes. He continues even when Jiang Cheng releases a low whine into the kiss.
"Breathe through your nose, A-Cheng," he orders before continuing on his way.
He returns to exploring Jiang Cheng's mouth, sensually rubbing along each crevice, and swallowing the quiet noises of pleasure he earns. His hands begin to wander higher on their own according, dragging along smooth planes of pale flesh. He trails the tips of his fingers along the slight muscles making up Jiang Cheng's form, infusing small doses of yang along the way. He's amazed by how susceptible this human is to his energy, gasping wetly and trembling as his body soaks it in. It must be a telling sign of how imbalanced his core has become overtime. It is an incredibly tempting thought to a demon like Wei Wuxian.
He gives in to his hunger and wraps his hand around the human's leaking cock. To his delight and surprise, Jiang Cheng only moans into his mouth from the contact. He strokes his hand up and down, dragging his thumb along the sensitive vein to massage the wide head of him. Wei Wuxian allows his energy to flow through him even more freely and Jiang Cheng begins to jolt against him, groaning incoherently with his eyes squeezed shut. Wei Wuxian rewards himself for his dedication by slicking his fingers with the thin white drops that his ministrations are coaxing out.
He switches hands and breaks their kiss to suck hungrily on his fingers that are coated with Jiang Cheng's liquid yin. He can't help but moan, too, at the heady rush. His hand speeds up and a hazy grin spreads over his face when he feels the way Jiang Cheng begins to follow his rhythm with involuntary upward twitches of his hips.
"Does that feel good, A-Cheng?"
The human bites upon his swollen lips to muffle his wordless moan. Wei Wuxian impulsively shoves his fingers into the boy's mouth to hold it open by pressing down on his wet tongue. Jiang Cheng moans louder around him.
"Admit it, Jiang Cheng. I'm making you feel the best you've ever had, right?"
Jiang Cheng drops his hand to grip at Wei Wuxian's wrist. A futile attempt to get him to stop.
But Wei Wuxian does stop. Still squeezing the human's length in his grasp, he stops his movements and growls, "Admit it!"
"F-fuck...! Yes, Xian-gēge. So, please..."
"Please, what?"
"P-please," Jiang Cheng groans. "Please...touch me more, Xian-gēge..."
"Gladly," Wei Wuxian agrees. "Only if you help me, though. Move your hips. Like this."
He demonstrates by thrusting his hips upwards, hard enough to cause the boy in his lap to rise in the air a few inches. He hisses in surprise. Slender fingers grip his arms for balance.
"Come on," Wei Wuxian encourages.
Lip caught between his teeth again, Jiang Cheng bears down on Wei Wuxian’s hold to lift himself up slightly. It takes him a moment to find the leverage to move his hips. He begins slowly, but the movement is primal and natural. Soon, with a noisy exhale, Jiang Cheng begins to thrust slowly into Wei Wuxian's hand.
The demon hums in approval. He doesn't risk saying something that might put the sensitive human off, so he keeps his sinful thoughts to himself. Instead, he kisses absentmindedly along the line of Jiang Cheng's shoulder. He tastes the salt of his skin on his tongue. His other hand trails down to join in on the fun. He cups the male's scrotum, noting how tense and drawn up he is. Jiang Cheng must be close to orgasm, he thinks. He rolls the balls in his hand and enjoys the breathless noises that begin to drop from Jiang Cheng's mouth.
He injects a higher dose of yang into the human and watches with rapture as he breaks through the last gate of Jiang Cheng's resistance.
The sound that the human releases is indescribably erotic. With his hands braced upon the demon's knees, Jiang Cheng desperately rocks harder into the tight channel that Wei Wuxian's hand creates. Wei Wuxian's flashing eyes are devouring the sight before him. The human boy is frantically bouncing upon his lap, chasing his own release. He is beautiful and infatuating with the arch of his torso, his parted lips, and heavily lidded eyes. His thick lashes are made dark by his tears. A wave of tenderness unexpectedly washes over the demon, causing him to reach up and rub Jiang Cheng's tears away.
"If only your Huan-gēge could see you now," he murmurs in wonder. A mistake, he realizes in hindsight.
Jiang Cheng abruptly stops his movements, as if that name is capable of waking him from any spell he might cast. "You said that you wouldn't call him that anymore!" he accuses angrily.
"Ah... Alright, I'm sorry," Wei Wuxian says, feeling shamed. "I broke my promise again, but you'll forgive me, right A-Cheng?"
"I won't, Wei— Ah! "
Wei Wuxian lowers his bottom hand to drag his thumb down along Jiang Cheng's perineum. The effect is great—the human cries out at the sensation and seems to immediately forget his ire. His manhood throbs within Wei Wuxian's grasp, who naturally squeezes him harder in turn. Another loud moan lurches up Jiang Cheng's throat when he continues the motion.
"Moan my name properly," Wei Wuxian orders, turning his face to speak into Jiang Cheng's flushed ear.
"A-ah... Ah!"
"Jiang Cheng," he urges. He momentarily pauses in his tracks when his meridians sense an odd flutter of energy from the other. But he soon forgets it when Jiang Cheng starts to buck his hips again, whining in a silent plea for Wei Wuxian to continue massaging his prostate.
"Xian... Xian-gēge," Jiang Cheng moans breathlessly. "Please, I think I'm going to come—"
Oh. It feels likes Wei Wuxian has been waiting for centuries to hear Jiang Cheng say those magic words. In response, the demon immediately releases a surge of energy to pour into the human's flesh. Jiang Cheng nearly screams from the renewed assault. His entire body goes taut. Wei Wuxian hastily captures the boy's lips with his own to muffle the boy's mindless sounds because despite his earlier teasing, he does not actually wish for an angel to interfere with his delicious meal.
"Be quiet, A-Cheng," he orders after he renders Jiang Cheng too breathless to do much more than whimper. "You don't want anyone else but me to hear your moans, right?"
Jiang Cheng gasps weakly, still shaking badly from the sensations crashing through his veins. He's blinking blearily at the ceiling, panting for air as Wei Wuxian resumes massaging him in the most sensual way.
"Do you want to come?" Wei Wuxian taunts. "If you do, you're going to have to beg for it."
"I—I, ah...!"
"Go on, A-Cheng. Let me hear it."
"Nngh... L-let me come, Xian-gē...!"
"Try again. Cuter this time."
"Please!" Jiang Cheng grits out in desperation. "P-please let me come, Xian-gēge, I want to come...!"
"Mm, that's better. Again, A-Cheng."
"Ah, fuck! F-fuck you!"
"Tsk. You're the one who's gonna get fucked if you don't be good, A-Cheng," Wei Wuxian warns, only half-joking. The human caught in his arms is too far gone to register his thinly veiled words anyway, he notes as he listens to Jiang Cheng's voice rise higher in pitch.
"A-ah, ah! A-Xian!" he gasps. "—Xian-gēge! I—AH! Please!" Jiang Cheng sobs frantically. He struggles to thrust his hips up, panting as hard jolts of pleasure rush through him. Wei Wuxian watches as tears well in those silver eyes as he cries out again, back arching as he drops his head against the demon's shoulder. "P-please, please Xian-gēge! Ah, I c-can't anymore— please! "
Moved by such a lewd sight, Wei Wuxian loosens his grip and focuses his touches on the sensitive underside of the human's cock. He digs his thumb harder against Jiang Cheng's prostate. "Come, then," he says.
Jiang Cheng finally obeys him wholeheartedly. He shudders within the demon's embrace as he releases a high keen. "Xian-gēge!" Jiang Cheng moans loudly as he comes.
"Yeah," he sighs in turn. His red eyes hungrily watch as thick, white ropes paint the front of the human's chest. "Let it all out, A-Cheng. Good boy."
Jiang Cheng produces a tired, unhappy noise in response to the praise. But his cock continues to throb in time with his heartbeat as Wei Wuxian continues to stroke it with encouraging glides of his hand. The demon waits for it to stop and pauses for another moment for Jiang Cheng to rest his head back on his shoulder with his eyes shut.
Wei Wuxian's mouth is already salivating when he lifts his hand to his own mouth. He drags his tongue along the wet lengths of his fingers, one by one, gathering the sweet nectar into his mouth with deep seated reverence. Only when his hand is clean does he swallow, closing his eyes in bliss. He continues to feed until there isn't a single drop of liquid yin left to be found on Jiang Cheng's sated body.
"Delicious," Wei Wuxian sighs with satisfaction, licking his lips again with longing. Never in his undead career of six hundred years has he enjoyed a better tasting meal. His entire being quivers with the reminder of what living feels like now that Jiang Cheng's energy is circulating through him.
"...What did you do to me...?" Jiang Cheng wants to know, voice hoarse from use.
"Don't worry about a thing and just enjoy how good you feel right now, dìdi," Wei Wuxian reassures soothingly. "Your dear Xian-gēge only has the best in mind for you."
Jiang Cheng regards him for a moment from where his weight is being supported by Wei Wuxian's chest. Then, he releases a heavy sigh and closes his eyes again.
"That's right," Wei Wuxian hums. "Get some rest before we start again," he suggests.
Jiang Cheng releases a familiar noise of discontent before slumping further against his embrace. He falls asleep immediately. Wei Wuxian smiles at the endearing sight of it. It's not at all what he would have ever be allowed to see back when the two of them were still the Twin Prides of Yunmeng. Wei Wuxian never would have thought he'd be allowed to fulfil one of his oldest desires after six hundred years of being a demon.
Elated, Wei Wuxian turns his head to drop a kiss to the corner of Jiang Cheng's forehead.