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ONE.
Vampires and vampire hunters— two sides of a singular coin, drenched in blood.
Vampires. They had started as a myth– blood-sucking, traitorous, backstabbing yet extremely alluring creatures– similar to a sweet, deadly poison. They’d cleverly lure in their prey with a sickly sweet act.
And once, once the prey was caught– There was no escaping. The prey could scream, shout, beg, plead for mercy– beg, beg till it was sucked dry of every single drop of blood inside it.
And, if someone had miraculously survived? It was a fate worse than death. They’d slowly disintegrate. Nothing could be done about it– All they could do was to wait till every internal organ of theirs had been ruptured– They could do nothing but slowly await their death.
For decades, vampires were feared– You could trust nobody. Anyone around you could’ve been a vampire. Your lover, your brother, your mother, your father, your friend– Nobody could be trusted but yourself.
This came to be known as the ’Dark Age’ among mortals– an age full of massacre, mistrust, betrayal, despair– a period devoid of hope, devoid of any sort of light. Many of that age thought that it was the end for humanity.
But of course, humanity prevailed– It was human nature to survive and adapt, no matter how terrible the situation. For every evil, there are the heroes destined to vanquish it. To get rid of the vampires, vampire hunters emerged.
The first vampire hunters were vampires.
Vampire hunters– First known as traitors to their own kind– later, came to be known as the saviour of humankind..
Only the strength of a vampire could defeat another. Vampires only longed for blood because of their instincts– Anyone who overcame that instinct could become a vampire hunter.
Of course, there weren’t many who were capable of this. In the beginning, most vampire hunters ended up becoming insane, losing their minds and ending their lives themselves– The glimmer of hope that had appeared, once again fading.
But– then, then came the Lans. The Lans, known for their perfect control and restraint– overcame their instinct.
That– That was the era of light. There was hope again– There was hope for the survival of humankind again. The Lans bred with humans, giving birth to generations of powerful beings who did not have the thirst for blood but held all the strength, heightened senses, and power. Those who had Lan blood in them were treated as superior human beings– treated like gods.
The influence spread– across the world. Lans came to be known as the saviour of humankind. After the Lans, the Nies followed– And then, emerged the Jins.
The three noble families of vampire hunters came to be– The venerated triad. It was a tradition for the heirs of each of these families to hunt together. This tradition was followed– Followed, until it all went downhill.
An inner conflict arose between the Nies and Jins– And, the Nie heir killed off one of the main family Jin members. The Nies and Jins broke off ties– The Lans isolated themselves, cutting off all ties.
With the venerated triad gone– The vampire population began to rise again. People were once again starting to lose faith– But then–
Then came the Twin Jades. The Twin Jades from GusuLan– Where one was never seen without the other. The first Jade, Zewu-Jun; and he second Jade – Hanguang-Jun.
The two Jades were merciless– Not sparing a single vampire they’d encounter. Till this day, not a single vampire had escaped their clutches– Not a single one. If you’d get past one of them, the other would be ready to attack.
The two hunted vampires to near-extinction. Hunted till their entire existence was almost wiped off the face of the earth. It was then that they realised the severity of the danger that was the vampire hunter class– and fled.
Many known vampire families were wiped out– First, the Wens, followed by the Zhaos. Vampire territories were cleared off, each and every vampire– male or female, adult or child– was killed ruthlessly.
The only survivors of this– were the Jiangs. How had the Jiangs survived? Many say it was because they were powerful– Some say it was because they knew how to flee and hide. Some even said they had secretly made a contract with the hunters.
The true reason, though– Was of course none of the bullshit mortals came up with. The Jiangs had only survived so far, because of their strictly protected and hidden territory. And how did the vampires survive without going out?
They hunted their own kind. Weak vampires were annihilated– Their blood sucked dry by the strong. The only way a vampire could survive was either by becoming strong, or by fleeing the place– simply put–
If you can’t get stronger, you have two alternatives– To be killed by your own kind and eaten, or to be killed by the hunters. There was no other alternative.
No, even the main family wasn’t free of this rule.
Any weak heirs that would hinder the main family were discarded, thrown out in the wild– left to survive and suffer on their own, or to die a miserable death due to starvation or at the hands of vampire hunters.
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Jiang Cheng was one such ill-fated spawn— a vampire lacking in both strength and ability. Most blood made him violently ill to consume, and a lack of blood only made him weaker still. Indeed, he was a great stain upon the Jiang family name, a failure of a vampire, a failure of a son.
Yet, he hadn’t been thrown out– or killed. Why? It was because of his mother– His mother, The Violet Spider– The strong among the strongest of vampires. Nobody dared hurt him, lest they incur the wrath of the Violet Spider.
Despite that– Jiang Cheng hated it. He hated it– He hated always having to be inside the mansion, he hated how he had no freedom– Hated how he was locked up there.
People always talked about him as if he was a disappointment, a disgrace– They looked down upon him, laughed at him behind his back– Hell, some of them even laughed at him in his face.
Jiang Cheng didn't want to put up with this– all of this bullshit anymore. So, one day– he fled. Snuck out of the protective barrier set up around the territory, and ran. Ran, ran until he couldn’t anymore.
Had he known what was coming for him, Jiang Cheng would never have left the safety of his family home.
What happens when a curious vampire who knows nothing of the outside world encounters two of the most merciless and ruthless vampire hunters?
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Hunter blood was known to be of exquisite quality and taste. It was one of the ways they lured vampires in; the promise of the most delicious meal of their life, in exchange for the risk of capture and death.
Jiang Cheng had heard rumours of this– some elder vampires would tell him about how wonderful hunter blood tasted– More exquisite than the purest of human blood.
Of course, Jiang Cheng knew he wasn’t strong enough to even fight a hunter. Biting them and getting a taste of their blood was but a far-fetched dream, nothing but a fantasy.
Jiang Cheng continued down the path– He had come pretty far. He didn’t recognise the area at all. He was walking around aimlessly, having no idea where to go or what to do.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. Even as a weak vampire– his hearing was good. Good enough to hear the slightest of sounds. Jiang Cheng was about to flee–
But when the two ghostly figures appeared before him, Jiang Cheng was transfixed by the grace of their movements– It was as if time had stopped moving. The men were beautiful– too beautiful to be put into words.
It was as if the people in front of him were made of Jade– They appeared to be almost glowing, the same luminescence of the moon.
Not only that, but their auras were near smothering to Jiang Cheng.
The vampire had never encountered such an alluring scent of blood before– it was as if the scent was calling out to him. Instinct enveloped his brain and he found himself frozen in place, robes fluttering under the moonlight as he watched the two figures descend.
’Beautiful’, thought Jiang Cheng.
In his dazed stupor, he slowly felt his consciousness fading– his vision became blurry. His head felt unusually light, and he began seeing double. Before he could even register it, Jiang Cheng’s vision had already gone black, and he collapsed quietly into waiting arms.
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Lan WangJi caught the vampire that had collapsed into him. The vampire looked harmless, delicate– as if it wasn’t a vampire at all, but a human that was to be protected.
Just like a little flower– A little, harmless flower that could do nothing to harm anyone– A flower to be plucked and put on display, a flower that one would use as a decoration.
A pretty flower.
And, the smell coming from the vampire..it made something inside Lan WangJi stir. Lan WangJi looked up to face his brother.
“Xiongzhang..”
The other Jade’s gaze was also fixed on the vampire. A predatory gaze– One that’d make any prey feel vulnerable, scared. His lips curved into a smile, and something in those hazel-brown eyes stirred.
Lan XiChen walked over to the passed-out vampire, wrapping one of his arms around the little vampire’s neck. It felt so– fragile, as if it’d break if he applied the slightest pressure. A little flower.
Nevertheless– it was a vampire. Lan XiChen’s eyes darkened. If he’d squeeze a little harder, perhaps– would the neck snap? Lan XiChen chuckled to himself, moving his thumb to feel the pulse.
Then, his hand moved over to Jiang Cheng’s nape, caressing it softly. Not a single scratch– The little vampire’s nape was so smooth, unmarked.
Unmarked. A weak pulse– a strong scent, and purple robes– A Jiang Vampire.
“WangJi, let’s take him back.”
Lan WangJi nodded.
“Mn.”
The vampire was picked up in a bridal carry, as if he weighed nothing– and was taken away. His broken clarity bell laid there on the ground, probably never to be seen by any living or dead thing again.
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Jiang Cheng was strapped into a wooden chair when he woke up. His blood went cold with recognition when he saw his tightly restrained wrists and thighs. He’d seen drawings of the contraption in his brother’s workshop before. It was a torture device devised by the most feared vampire hunters of all: the Lans.
He struggled against the leather straps, a pit growing and growing in his stomach. How could he have been so careless! It was exactly as his mother had said. If only he had listened… Then he wouldn’t be trapped like this, awaiting torture and death at the hands of their sworn enemies.
“Your scent is suffocating when you are scared, vampire.”
The deep voice came from a dark corner of the room, giving Jiang Cheng an awful shock as one of the hunters stepped out of the shadows.
“There it is again. What did you take, little vampire? To smell so exquisite and alluring.”
Jiang Cheng knitted his brow. He tried to open his mouth but quickly discovered that his mouth was restrained with a gag apparatus that kept his teeth retracted.
“Ah. You cannot speak.” The hunter advanced to him and reached up with deceivingly delicate hands to unclasp the straps of the gag and remove it from Jiang Cheng’s face.
As strings of saliva spilled from both the gag and Jiang Cheng’s lips, the Lan hunter took Jiang Cheng’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting his face with a look of cold appraisal.
Even at the brink of death, Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but stare at the Lan hunter. At this proximity, the man’s features half cast in shadow were extremely pleasing to the eyes. There was a dark tranquillity to the man’s dauntless expression that made it impossible for him to look away despite the severity of the situation.
“As I thought,” said the hunter definitively. “Weak, emaciated, and harmless.”
He dropped Jiang Cheng’s chin.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes became glued to the stone floor for a moment. Weak, emaciated, and harmless. The words cut like glass from his family mirror. It was true. Jiang Cheng was a useless vampire. So useless that he was caught by two hunters so easily, and they didn’t even see the need to keep his mouth properly restrained anymore.
“Answer.” The voice carried warning, and Jiang Cheng should have continued to be scared. But his mother’s voice rang in his ears, this time a different lesson: Never go out with indignity. Never go out without a fight.
Jiang Cheng lifted his head and spat squarely into the hunter’s face.
“You don’t get to order me around, beast!”
The hunter’s eyes widened a fraction of a margin, then returned to their natural emotionless state, though something new reigned through his eyes: amusement.
With perfect composure, the Lan hunter wiped the spit from his cheek with his fingers. Then stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva off his hand.
Jiang Cheng watched in a mixture of horror and confusion, the pit in his stomach becoming raging blue flames eating at his chest.
“What the fuck is wrong with—”
Slap!
The force of the backhanded strike almost dislocated Jiang Cheng’s neck from his shoulders. Jiang Cheng turned his head back and the Lan hunter had already lifted his hand for a second strike when another voice interrupted.
“WangJi,” it said, not as low as the other hunter’s, but silkier, and darker. Dangerous in a way more insidious than the first. “Don’t be too rough on him just yet. You might break him.”
Jiang Cheng could hear the smile in the last line. His blood boiled.
“I don’t need your pity, filthy hunter! I’ll kill you all!”
Slap!
The Lan hunter called WangJi landed his second strike. The voice in the shadows chuckled and Jiang Cheng skin crawled.
Lan WangJi snatched a handful of Jiang Cheng’s hair next, pulling his head back to look at him again.
“Watch your mouth, vampire. We may break you.”
Jiang Cheng scowled, glaring with all his might. It was a little sad– he almost looked pitiful. It was not unlike a little kitten glaring at two white tigers.
“If you tell us the location of your pack’s nest, we may allow you a quick death.”
At that, Jiang Cheng smiled. He drew his fangs.
“Tell you about my family's whereabouts? Over my dead body, monster.”
“You seem to misunderstand which one of us is the monster here, little Jiang.”
Finally, the voice in the shadows stepped forward and revealed itself. This man’s eyes were darker than the other’s, and seeing them like this, Jiang Cheng could undeniably tell that they were brothers, if not twins.
“You are the monster, and you are the prey. You should start considering the pain we can put you through early, little Jiang. Or else we will have to begin administering it. Your clan’s location, little Jiang. Or a lifetime with us in this chair.”
Jiang Cheng stared at the man with all the vitriol in the world.
"Even if you keep me here,” he replied. “My family will survive. They will continue the bloodline, and all your efforts will be in vain. So, really- who is the one at a loss here? I don't lose anything- My life means nothing, to me, to my family or to you."
The hunter’s lip twitched.
“WangJi. Untie him from the chair.”
“Mn.”
Jiang Cheng waited until the last of his restraints were removed before pouncing— and was immediately captured and forced onto his knees.
The older Lan hunter was behind him, holding his wrists together so tightly it burned. The hunter’s nose dug into his nape and Jiang Cheng shivered as the words were breathed into his neck:
“So little do you value your life, little Jiang. To wear scent enhancers in an attempt to lure hunters out for our blood.”
“Scent enhancers? What the fuck are those?”
The nose against his nape nudged deeper.
“Liar! How else would your scent be this way, vampire?”
“I don’t know what you fucking mean! If you’re going to kill me, just kill me! Don’t fill my head with nonsense!”
“Xiongzhang,” came WangJi’s voice. “He is telling the truth.”
“Impossible. It cannot be normal to be this enticing.”
“Xiongzhang,” said WangJi again. “I want to smell him, too.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened. “Like hell you will!”
What was it about his smell to these hunters? His parents had always hidden him away from the world, especially from potential hunters, whose sense of smell was said to be superior to all. His brother had always told him that his blood smelled sweet. Growing up, he’d always teased that he would eat Jiang Cheng up if he could, drain him of every last lick of honey red syrup. Jiang Cheng had always taken it as another one of his brother’s stupid jokes, that his stupid brother was just making fun of him again like he always did. Yet, here the two Lan brothers were, chasing after his scent as if it were the most delicious meal for them to feast upon.
“Let me go!” Jiang Cheng fought against their grasps but his body had always been weak from lack of blood. It took only one white ribbon embroidered with silver pendants around his wrists to still him completely.
The sting of silver reminded him of his brother again, who would press silver rings against Jiang Cheng’s skin for fun, laughing as Jiang Cheng hissed in annoyance.
This time, Jiang Cheng also hissed, but the two Lans did not laugh.
Lan WangJi knelt in front of Jiang Cheng and pulled the vampire into his lap. He spared him one last look before leaning in and pressing his nose flush against Jiang Cheng’s temple, breathing in deeply.
The other Lan wrapped his arms tight around Jiang Cheng’s waist, keeping him close as his face buried itself deep into the crook of Jiang Cheng’s neck.
Jiang Cheng let out a high pitched sound as the two Lans seemed to devour him. It was slowly becoming clear who truly was the predator and prey in that room. Jiang Cheng’s skin crawled as multiple hands crept all over his body, kneading and scratching wherever they could reach.
The Lan behind him ripped Jiang Cheng’s robes off his shoulders to gain better access to his body. Jiang Cheng felt faint as the hunter sucked new sores into his skin. The room was so incredibly cold, each brush of each Lan’s tongue felt like fire wherever they touched.
“St-sto—”
But Jiang Cheng couldn’t even finish his plea— the smell of the Lans was intoxicating. Like deep red wine filling his nostrils and muddling his mind. It was hopeless to fight. Jiang Cheng’s body had melted into the bodies of the hunters, the woozy feeling inhibiting any vestiges of fight left within him.
Still dizzy and barely seeing straight, Jiang Cheng felt Lan WangJi’s fingers at his chin again. He followed the pull, lifting his chin until Lan WangJi’s face descended upon him and suddenly Jiang Cheng’s lips weren’t so cold anymore.
“Nnng—”
Lan WangJi’s tongue slipped between his lips, licking out his mouth. Jiang Cheng’s heart rate jumped. Lan WangJi was in his mouth. A live human, delivered perfectly to his mouth. What was he to do?
Jiang Cheng bit down on Lan WangJi’s lips, and that was his final mistake.
Jiang Cheng was used to blood making him feel sick. Days and nights spent throwing up rejected blood that curdled in this throat. For Jiang Cheng, eating had always been an awful experience.
So rarely did he ever find blood his body wouldn’t reject. And still, the accepted blood never satiated him the way his brother had described blood to be: the ambrosia of vampires, sweet life-giving nectar that tasted so good it made your head spin, made your eyes roll back, made your skin prickle and your chest fill. Jiang Cheng had never felt that. Had always longed for something as simple as food to be even the tiniest bit enjoyable.
Jiang Cheng’s fangs dug into Lan WangJi’s bottom lip, awaiting the ill fate of bitter curdled blood before him.
But Lan WangJi’s blood…was delicious.
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes. Impossible…
Lan WangJi’s eyes were closed, still pressing his lips into Jiang Cheng’s all the same. It was expected that Lan WangJi would feel no pain from the bite— The only good gene Jiang Cheng had in his weak body was the rare aphrodisiac in his venom which placated his victims in a state of bliss. Though Jiang Cheng was weak, he was lucky to have such an ability to keep his prey from fighting once he landed his first bite.
Though, the line between predator and prey was again becoming blurred between their bloodied lips.
Jiang Cheng sucked on Lan WangJi’s lips with ardour. Nectar of the gods, indeed. Lan WangJi’s blood was sweeter than sugar cane, lighter than water from a fresh spring. Jiang Cheng felt Lan WangJi’s hands settle on the sides of his face and couldn’t help but lean into the touch, the kiss.
From behind him, the other Lan’s hands slipped down his front and palmed between his legs.
To Jiang Cheng’s horror, he found that he was hard.
Jiang Cheng wrenched himself off of Lan WangJi’s lips, panicked. “It’s-it’s not—I’m not—”
That dark silky chuckle rumbled against his nape. Jiang Cheng felt the hair on his neck rise.
“You feel good, don’t you?”
“It’s not in my control!”
“Isn’t a hunter’s blood delicious, little flower?”
“Xiongzhang…” WangJi’s voice held an uncharacteristic waver. “His venom. Let him bite you.”
The Lan behind Jiang Cheng took his face and turned it towards him. Jiang Cheng was forced to look the hunter in the eye; brown pools that seemed to suck him in like black holes, impossible to escape.
“Hm,” the older Lan sounded thoughtfully. “I never asked you your name, little flower.”
Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow. “Don’t you know it’s common courtesy to give your own name before asking for someone else’s?”
The hunter chuckled, a smirk growing on his lips. “Why don’t you call me Xichen-ge, then, little flower?”
Jiang Cheng scowled, cringing at the shamelessness.
“Lan XiChen,” he answered gruffly. “I’d sooner have your head on a stick.”
Lan XiChen’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea. “Of course, little flower. But why don’t you try escaping first?” His eyes swept leisurely over Jiang Cheng’s face. “Your name now, flower. Gentleman’s promise.”
Jiang Cheng spat into Lan XiChen’s face. “Jiang Cheng. Courtesy name Wanyin. Your executioner.”
“Oh, are you now, Wanyin?” XiChen practically drawled, ignoring the spit on his cheek. “My executioner, my head on a stick. Such bold words for a little vampire with his hard cock in my hands.”
Involuntarily, Jiang Cheng’s cock jumped at the words and Jiang Cheng had to suppress an embarrassing groan.
“But don’t worry, now,” the hunter whispered. “I’ll be real gentle. Though I’m sure I’d love it if you screamed and begged.”
“Over my dead fucking body, Lan XiChen.”
“Wrong. Over my cock, Jiang Wanyin.”
Jiang Cheng failed to suppress the gasp that left him when something long and hard pressed against his vertebrae.
“Lan XiChen, you freak!”
“Oh, the way you say my name, Wanyin. As if you’re trying to rile me up.”
“Between a vampire and a hunter— Have you no fucking shame?”
“Have you no desire, Wanyin? Because it’s pressing into my palm as we waste our time with speech.”
“Lan XiChen, you…”
“Jiang Wanyin, me…” A hand slipped down Jiang Cheng’s back and slipped between his cheeks.
“Don’t!” Jiang Cheng shrilled.
“His venom, xiongzhang,” came Lan WangJi’s voice again. The hunter’s hands reached for the waistband of Jiang Cheng’s pants and pulled them down. “He’s differ—”
Lan WangJi stopped dead in his tracks, staring at what lay between Jiang Cheng’s legs.
“WangJi?” XiChen questioned. He let go of Jiang Cheng’s chin to look over the vampire’s shoulder. There was the boy’s half-hard little cock of course. His cute stomach above it. Soft hair around his navel. And below…
“Oh,” said XiChen. “Oh.”
“St-stop fucking looking!”
“Jiang Wanyin, you didn’t tell me you had a pussy.”
“Shut up!!! Let me go!!!”
But Lan XiChen did the very opposite: he slipped his fingers below Jiang Cheng’s cocklet and into the folds of his already leaking pussy.
“But you were feeling good, weren’t you?”
Lan XiChen’s voice was hot against Jiang Cheng’s ear, making his head go shamefully funny.
“No. No, I wasn’t.”
“Liar.” Lan XiChen thrusted two fingers in, and Jiang Cheng’s moan was revelation enough. “You fucking love this, don’t you, little flower?”
“N-no…no…” Already, tears were flowing from the vampire's eyes as Lan XiChen’s fingers worked into his leaking hole. How shameful, Jiang Cheng thought. How shameful to be seen like this. How much more humiliating to enjoy it.
His face was grasped in cool calloused hands, and suddenly he was kissing Lan WangJi again, the wound on the hunter’s lips still oozing delicious blood into Jiang Cheng’s open mouth.
Lan WangJi deepened the kiss, forcing Jiang Cheng’s teeth back into his lips and Jiang Cheng’s head was too far gone to reject such a favourable thing. Lan XiChen’s fingers thrusted into his pussy as Lan WangJi’s blood filled his mouth. Something shot through Jiang Cheng’s body—the realisation that he was too far in now. The pleasure was too much. There was no running away. There was only the two vampire hunters, wrapped around his body, ravaging him like fresh prey to be sucked dry and eaten.
Lan WangJi had only pulled away from Jiang Cheng for a second before Lan XiChen was already tilting Jiang Cheng’s face to claim a kiss for himself.
Jiang Cheng’s head swirled as Lan WangJi buried his face into Jiang Cheng’s neck, nibbling and biting as Lan XiChen mirrored the movement of his fingers with the movements of his tongue. Jiang Cheng felt faint as he dug his teeth into Lan XiChen, like consciousness would leave him soon, until WangJi’s hands moved and a moment later, a long hard cock was pressing against his stomach.
“Xiongzhang,” WangJi breathed. “I want to put it in.”
Lan XiChen was humming into Jiang Cheng’s mouth and chuckled, breaking the kiss. “His venom is delectable, WangJi. He really was made for this.” He slipped his fingers out of Jiang Cheng’s pussy, spreading the folds to present the vampire’s hole before the other hunter.
“Go on, WangJi. I’d like to hear his reaction.”
Jiang Cheng looked at Lan WangJi with hazy eyes, watching as the hunter lined his cock up to Jiang Cheng’s hole, then stopped.
Lan XiChen chuckled again, as if reading WangJi’s mind.
“No, I don’t think he’ll get pregnant, WangJi. He has both sets of genitals. It’s unlikely he can reproduce this way.”
Jiang Cheng squirmed. It was strange hearing two near-strangers talk about his fertility like this, discussing his genitals like he was an animal put on display.
“I’m not—”
And Lan WangJi pressed his cock inside Jiang Cheng’s spread out pussy.
The whimper Jiang Cheng let out at the sudden, large intrusion was unbecoming to say the least. When Lan WangJi slid himself deeper in, eliciting a high-pitched moan from Jiang Cheng’s lips, Jiang Cheng stopped being so sure that there was anything to become in the first place, other than a warm vessel for Lan WangJi’s hot and throbbing cock.
Jiang Cheng’s legs seized up, squeezing around Lan WangJi’s waist as the hunter began setting a pace with slow, short, and steady thrusts. Lan XiChen removed his hands from Jiang Cheng’s pussy, bringing them instead to the buttons on Jiang Cheng’s shirt and unlatching them one by one.
Jiang Cheng felt himself go crazy. What seemed like mere hours ago, he was escaping his family to find freedom from the clutches of his archaic world. And now…now…
“He’s…he’s inside meee…”
Lan XiChen’s chin was resting on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, so Jiang Cheng could not only hear his laughter; he could feel it, too.
“Yes, Wanyin. And I’ll be inside you next.”
A hot flash went through Jiang Cheng, and he wanted to cry.
“Lan XiChen…”
Lan XiChen growled. “I told you already, Wanyin. The way you say my name… Aren’t you asking to be ravaged?”
“I…don’t…know…”
Jiang Cheng really did know nothing. Nothing except the feeling of Lan XiChen’s breath on his neck. Nothing but Lan WangJi’s hands around his thighs— Lan WangJi’s cock inside his cunt.
“Jiang Wanyin…I will take that as a yes.”
Jiang Cheng’s stomach leapt when he felt cool slick fingers prodding at his ass.
“Lan Xi—”
“How about you try calling me XiChen-ge, perhaps then I’ll stop?”
Jiang Cheng’s body shivered, though Lan WangJi’s cock remained a warm and steady tether to the world. He tried to breathe. Tried to focus on his words.
“Xi-XiChen-ge…please not there…it won’t go in…it’s impossible…”
Lan XiChen sighed against his neck.
“Say that again.”
“XiChen-ge—AH!”
Lan XiChen’s fingers were already inside Jiang Cheng’s ass, spreading him open with two fingers. The sensation was completely foreign and strange. Jiang Cheng wanted to run, to escape, but he was perfectly cornered, sandwiched between two brothers, each thrusting their way inside him to their own separate pleasures.
As Lan XiChen worked more fingers into Jiang Cheng’s hole, Lan WangJi took the opportunity to take Jiang Cheng’s chin in hand for the nth time that night.
“Look at me,” he said with force. Jiang Cheng looked at him.
Light amber eyes, almost glowing in the darkness of the barely candlelit room. Jiang Cheng hated how pleasing they were to look at, how entrancing the pale glow of candle flame was within them.
It was hard to determine the hunter’s expression. Unlike his brother, Lan WangJi had spoken little, emoted even less. But in those eyes, Jiang Cheng could almost see traces of the soft dazed look of being fucked out; blissed in complete and utter gratification.
“How did my blood taste, vampire?”
The small fight left within Jiang Cheng wanted to bite back. He wanted to have something poisonous to say to spite the way the hunter referred to him. It tasted like ash. Like a dirty rag. Like mud. Like rusty metal.
“Like heaven,” his mouth said instead.
His mouth was rewarded with a full and passionate kiss, Lan WangJi’s wound leaking heavenly blood into it, an extra layer of brain-melting delight that immediately quelled the shame of Jiang Cheng’s brainless words.
“Jiang Cheng,” Lan WangJi breathed when they broke. “As a vampire, you will never see heaven.”
He pushed Jiang Cheng’s thighs further back, spreading him wider. “Except when you are speared on my cock.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes rolled back as Lan WangJi slid even further inside, Jiang Cheng’s mouth slack as his holes were filled deeper and deeper.
“You’re tightening up.” Lan WangJi’s voice held a smug snicker.
“Not too tight, I hope,” came Lan XiChen’s voice from behind.
“Beautifully tight…A-Cheng…”
“W-WangJi…”
“A-Cheng…”
Suddenly, Lan WangJi quickened his thrusts, rabbiting into Jiang Cheng with vigour, eliciting cries and moans that were swallowed with another kiss.
Lan WangJi came inside Jiang Cheng with a low, finishing grunt, releasing Jiang Cheng’s lips so they were free to whine:
“WangJi…WangJi’s…inside me…filling me…”
Lan WangJi’s thrusts slowed but didn’t stop. Each thrust pushed the cum inside Jiang Cheng’s pussy out, leaking down Jiang Cheng’s skin in sticky warm globs.
“You’re ready for me now, Wanyin.”
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes. “I’m not—I’m not—”
The cockhead touched his stretched out hole, then penetrated inside like it was nothing.
“Ah, Wanyin,” Lan XiChen crooned. “Just perfect for me.” And he pushed inside, further and further, until Jiang Cheng’s back was flush against his navel.
Jiang Cheng felt like choking. The two brothers pulled partly outwards at the same time, then thrusted in at once without warning. Again and again, they rutted into Jiang Cheng’s body, tearing away any thoughts left in Jiang Cheng’s frazzled mind.
All that was left were thoughts of dizziness, of swirling colours and bodies. Of sex and skin slapping skin. Of sweat and blood and the stench of heaven in the air.
Jiang Cheng was completely lost, found only in the crevice between two brothers who were fucking him like a toy, cumming into him like a deposit box for their vulgar whims.
Then, in the midst of being lost and found, Jiang Cheng’s neglected cock was taken in one of their hands, masturbated as his holes were being used for the very same purpose. It felt like fire, like guilty pleasure, like being filled from the inside out. Dopamine spreading through his body like sugar, like being spoiled rotten and then spoiled further still. Then, as the pressure crested and exploded in his body, everything in Jiang Cheng’s head erupted white and white sprang from him, and Jiang Cheng was orgasming harder and fuller than he had ever imagined possible— the bursting of that pent-up tension fucked into him by the brothers, an explosion releasing all the pleasure that had been hiding within Jiang Cheng’s heavily guarded core.
Jiang Cheng screamed and begged. Lan XiChen only laughed and Lan WangJi only got bigger inside him and Jiang Cheng felt the whiteness before his eyes fade into black as everything became dark and quiet.
His last conscious thought was of how his body was caught before it crumbled, and how the many hands grasping him were so devastatingly and unfamiliarly warm.
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