Prove it

by SophiaHoppia

Summary:

Jinyang is crying after losing the support of the person he cared about the most — his little brother Jinxiu. But even though Jinxiu has gone and left, Liu Jia is still there. Will he be enough to console Jinyang?

Notes:

This fic takes place after that scene in ep 34 where little bro made big bro cry.

evil/big bro = Lin Jinyang
cinnamon roll/little bro = Lin Jinxiu
evil henchman = Liu Jia

No, I didn't know either that evil henchman had a name. I had to look it up.

Thank you so much for beta-reading, G ♥

Liu Jia admitted that he wasn't the brightest, but even he had seen this coming from a mile away — Lin Jinxiu meant trouble.

Lin Jinyang was cold and emotionally distant about almost everything and everyone —Liu Jia included, unfortunately— but when his little brother Jinxiu was involved, the walls around Jinyang's heart crumbled down, and he made himself vulnerable. Liu Jia knew that. He had always known. He had known that if Jinyang ever had to choose between his little brother and Liu Jia himself, Jinxiu would always come first. It hurt, but Liu Jia knew Jinyang wasn't like an ideal romantic lover out of a fairy tale. But that didn't matter. He was still perfect in Liu Jia's eyes, even though he had told Liu Jia several times that Jinxiu was the only person in this world he could trust —the only person who had ever given him warmth— even though Liu Jia had always been by his side, loving him with all of his heart. 

But Jinyang couldn't see it.

So Liu Jia had been prepared to get hurt one day — was used to getting hurt all the time. He had been ready to accept the pain of only being second choice and never being the number one in Jinyang's heart — because that spot belonged to Jinyang's brother. Liu Jia's life hadn't been easy. Growing up in the orphanage had been rough, even though having his hero Jinyang by his side —if only for a short time— had made everything more bearable. He knew Jinyang cared about him but didn't love him. He knew Jinyang needed him but he wasn't conceited enough to think he was irreplaceable. He knew Jinyang could stab him in the back one day — physically or emotionally. 

He had been prepared for it all.

But he hadn't been prepared for Jinyang to be the one to get hurt.

He hadn't been prepared to see the man he looked up to and adored getting broken by the only person he trusted.

He hadn't been prepared to see Jinyang crying for real. 

He had seen him fake tears to fool others, but he had never seen him cry in earnest like he was now as his little brother rushed out of the room — hurt but determined, the unbreakable bond between the brothers shattered, the only person who Jinyang blindly relied on, turning his back on him.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. Liu Jia was the one who was supposed to get hurt, not Jinyang. It had always been like that. That's what Liu Jia was good for. He was there to shield Jinyang from danger. He did the dirty work for him. He offered his body to Jinyang to let him vent his anger. He did everything for Jinyang — because he loved him and that was the only way he knew how to show it — to let Jinyang have his way with him.

But what was he supposed to do now? 

Jinyang was crying.

Jinyang was hurt.

Jinyang was vulnerable. 

Feeling lost, Liu Jia looked down the empty hallway. For a moment, he almost hoped Jinxiu would return, regretting his actions, and come back to make up with his brother. But Liu Jia knew Jinxiu wouldn't — just like he had known that Jinxiu couldn't be trusted and was only pretending to help them with their evil schemes. The boy was too naive and innocent. Even though he loved his big brother, he wouldn't go against his nature just to be by his side. It was a shame. 

Liu Jia clicked his tongue, overcome by the urge to make Jinxiu pay for making Jinyang cry. But Jinyang wouldn't want that — not even after getting hurt. He might have sent his little brother away in his rage right now, but his strong emotional reaction showed that he still cared about him.

Jinyang hadn't moved an inch, his eyes red as tears streamed down his face, staring into the void. He didn't even seem to notice that Liu Jia was standing in the doorway. It hurt. It hurt being so clearly worth considerably less than the person that had hurt Jinyang so deeply. But that was okay. Liu Jia was used to this kind of pain.

Jinyang sobbed, and something inside Liu Jia broke, causing him to take a step closer. 

Jinyang had sent him away after Liu Jia had given his report about the explosion incident, but Liu Jia had stood in the hallway the whole time, listening to the brothers' conversation, afraid to leave Jinyang alone. When Jinxiu had told Jinyang to turn himself in and atone for his sins, Liu Jia had doubted Jinyang's resolve for a split second, knowing that the only person Jinyang might ever listen to was his younger brother. But Jinyang hadn't let himself be swayed by his feelings — his grudge against the whole world ran too deep. He felt betrayed by the only person he ever trusted, betrayed by the only person he had been ever kind to while being vicious to everyone else. 

A desperate chuckle slipped from Jinyang's lips, his cheeks wet from the endless stream of tears running down his face. 

Subconsciously, Liu Jia took another step closer. He wasn't supposed to be here. Jinyang had dismissed him earlier and hadn't called for him again since then. Liu Jia knew better than to act against or without Jinyang's order — a lesson he had learned the hard way. Since then, he always stood to attention in Jinyang's presence, never acting out of his own accord again. Even now, he was waiting for Jinyang's command, waiting for his emotional outburst, was ready to get yelled at, punished, fucked — anything — anything that made Jinyang feel better. 

But Jinyang didn't act like usual. Jinyang simply stood there crying, looking so lost and lonely. 

And Liu Jia couldn't bear this sight for another second, consequences be damned. 

There had been one time in his life, when he had acted on impulse towards Jinyang, had pulled him into a hug after finally meeting him again after so many years alone at the orphanage. Back then, he had stormed towards Jinyang with big strides and wrapped his arms around him. Now, he slowly stepped closer, afraid to startle and break Jinyang after he had already been broken by his brother.

"Lin-zong," Liu Jia whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, even though he stood just behind Jinyang's shoulder. He didn't dare to step into his field of vision. 

Jinyang's lips quivered, but Liu Jia couldn't tell if it was a reaction to getting addressed or if he was still lost in his thoughts, fighting back the tears.

"Lin-zong." Trembling, Liu Jia reached out to catch a new tear falling from Jinyang's eyes, his knuckles grazing Jinyang's cheek for only the briefest moment. 

But it had been enough to finally catch Jinyang's attention. As Jinyang turned towards him, Liu Jia was ready to face his anger, ready to get yelled at for coming into the room uncalled, to get taught a lesson for listening in on the private conversation between the brothers, to let himself get tied-up and fucked as punishment. 

But Jinyang only sobbed, looking so helpless and broken as more tears streamed down his face.

Liu Jia panicked.

He didn't know what to do. Why wasn't Jinyang telling him what to do like usual? Why wasn't Jinyang simply taking from him what he needed like he always did?

Liu Jia's lips parted in surprise. Didn't Jinyang know what to say or do either? Had his brother's betrayal hurt him even deeper than expected?

"Lin-zong, just tell me what you need," Liu Jia said anyway, but Jinyang only huffed, his cheeks getting redder as more tears streamed down his face. "Lin-zong!" Distressed, Liu Jia dared to cup Jinyang's face with his hand, using his thumb in a desperate attempt to wipe away all the tears. To his surprise, Jinyang neither pushed him away nor yelled at him. Instead, he even leaned into his touch. 

Helplessly, Liu Jia looked around the room as if anyone would show up to tell him how to handle this situation. What was he supposed to do? Nothing he could say would undo the damage Jinxiu had caused. 

"Xiao Xiu—"

"Don't think about Xiao Lin-zong now!" Liu Jia spat out the words before realizing that he had just interrupted Jinyang. Now he had done it. Now Jinyang had every reason to be mad at him and punish him. "Sorry," Liu Jia said, pulling his hand away as he took two steps back. "I've overstepped! Just punish me as you see fit!" Closing his eyes, he bowed, waiting for the familiar rough pull on his hair or the angry words thrown at him. 

But nothing of the sort happened.

"Lin-zong?" Confused, Liu Jia raised his head only far enough to peek at Jinyang.

"Liu Jia," Jinyang whispered, his voice so horribly broken. It had been so long since Jinyang had said his name — not even mentioning it when introducing him to his brother some days ago. On every other occasion Liu Jia would burst with pleasure, but Jinyang sounded so desperate that Liu Jia felt nothing but pain inside his heart. 

He couldn't do this anymore.

He couldn't bear this anymore.

"Lin-zong." 

Determined, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Jinyang, pulling him against his chest. He placed one hand on his back and one on the nape of his neck, holding him tightly. 

And then Jinyang broke down for real. It was gut-wrenching as he sobbed and screamed, clinging to Liu Jia's shirt as he cried his heart out. 

"I'm here," Liu Jia dared to say. "I'm here for you." He held Jinyang tighter. "I've always been here for you." He kissed Jinyang's messy hair. "And I will always be here for you."

Jinyang had always been so strong and in control, but now that he was crying and trembling in Liu Jia's embrace, he suddenly appeared to be so small and weak. Liu Jia didn't know how to handle this situation.

"I love you," he blurted out because it was the only thing he was sure of. "I love you," he repeated, even though he knew his feelings had never reached Jinyang. "Just like Xiao Lin-zong was the only one you ever let into your heart, you're the only one in my heart, Lin-zong. I know it's not the same kind of love. And I know I could never replace him. But if I can do anything to make you feel better, just say so. I'll do anything for you, Lin-zong. Anything. Always. Just use me as you see fit."

When Jinyang pulled back, Liu Jia let it happen. Of course, he did. He had already taken too many liberties today. His hands slipped down to Jinyang's hips, trembling as he awaited Jinyang's reply. But Jinyang only looked at him, his cheeks still wet, eyes red. But something in his eyes was different than usual. It felt like he was looking at Liu Jia — really looking at him. It made Liu Jia nervous, but he wouldn't take back his words. Subconsciously, he grabbed Jinyang's hips tighter. 

"Prove it."

What?!

Liu Jia barely managed to refrain from blurting out the question. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Prove it? Prove what? His feelings? How was he supposed to prove them? Hadn't dedicating his whole life to Jinyang been proof enough? He was doing all the dirty work for him, risking everything for him. What else did he have to do to reach Jinyang's heart? 

But Jinyang had ordered him to prove it, and Liu Jia always obeyed. This was familiar territory. This was how their relationship worked. Jinyang gave orders and Liu Jia acted on them. And if Liu Jia did something wrong or if Jinyang was displeased with him, he punished him. 

So, all Liu Jia had to do now was act and trust in Jinyang to speak up or shove him away if he did something wrong.

"Of course, Lin-zong," Liu Jia replied dutifully. Gathering his courage, he leaned in to kiss Jinyang. Liu Jia could count on one hand how often they had kissed before, and every time, Jinyang had been the one to initiate it — Liu Jia never dared to take more than he was given. But tonight was different. Tonight, Liu Jia wouldn't hold back. He would bare his heart and lay out all his emotions.

Jinyang gasped in surprise as Liu Jia pushed his tongue into his mouth, deepening their kiss. Almost possessively, Liu Jia grabbed the nape of Jinyang's neck to keep him in place. He had never dared to touch him before unless being ordered to do so.

Jinyang put his hands against Liu Jia's chest, and for a moment Liu Jia was afraid of getting pushed away, but Jinyang only clung to his shirt as he trembled, his knees seemingly giving out. 

This wouldn't do.

Without breaking their kiss, Liu Jia wrapped his arm around Jinyang and easily lifted him up. Jinyang's eyes widened in surprise, but Liu Jia resolutely sucked on his tongue, his eyes half-lidded. Sighing, Jinyang let his eyes slip closed again, allowing himself to be carried towards the big armchair behind his desk. Usually, Liu Jia would get down on his knees now, kneeling on the floor while sucking Jinyang off. Submission and obedience had always been his way of showing his love, but tonight, he would dare to do what he craved, hoping it would be enough to convey his feelings. 

Skillfully, Liu Jia unbuckled Jinyang's belt and opened his pants, shoving them down together with his underwear while brushing over Jinyang's ass cheek.

"Wait!" Jinyang exclaimed and pulled Liu Jia back by his hair. Liu Jia froze at the familiar sting on his scalp.

Panting, they stared at each other, their noses and foreheads almost touching. Usually, Liu Jia would look down or even back off and grovel on the floor to silently beg for forgiveness after overstepping boundaries, but now, he swallowed and met Jinyang's gaze.

"I love you," he said. 

I know your preferences, he meant. 

"I'll prove it," he said.

Trust me, he meant. 

"Please," he said and meant.

Raking his teeth over his bottom lip, Jinyang stared into Liu Jia's eyes. Liu Jia didn't know what Jinyang saw in them, but apparently, it was the right thing. "Okay," Jinyang whispered, and Liu Jia leaned in to kiss him again if only to hide his nervous expression.

He had been bluffing.

Tonight, everything was so different from usual that he couldn't know whether or not he was doing the right thing. He couldn't tell right from wrong. Had letting himself be used by Jinyang all this time been wrong? Should he have voiced his desires instead of only going along with Jinyang's? But Liu Jia had only done what had felt right in those situations, and Jinyang had never complained about it. Jinyang liked being in control. And Liu Jia didn't mind submitting to Jinyang. But now, he would follow his instincts.

Liu Jia fumbled to open and step out of his pants, kicking his underwear away with it. He slowly guided Jinyang to sit down on his armchair, never breaking their kiss as he straddled his lap. In this position, Liu Jia had to lean down to reach Jinyang's lips. 

It felt forbidden to be above him.

It felt right.

He scooted closer and was pleasantly surprised when he bumped against Jinyang's half-hard cock. It aroused him more than he liked to admit that Jinyang hadn't been unaffected by his actions so far.

His breath stuttered as he nervously reached for the desk behind him, opening the left bottom drawer where Jinyang stored his lube and condoms, always ready at hand to bend Liu Jia over the desk and fuck him hard. Liu Jia liked it when Jinyang used him. The memory of the last time made him moan into their kiss.

"Lin-zong," Liu Jia panted against Jinyang's lips, shuddering from anticipation. Jinyang's breath was hot against his skin as Liu Jia quickly coated his hands with lube, using too much in his hurry. "Lin-zong!" Without inhibition, he wrapped a hand around their cocks, catching Jinyang's surprised gasp with his mouth. His other hand traveled behind his back, rubbing between his cheeks until he brushed over his entrance. It had been a while since Jinyang had fucked him, but Liu Jia often fingered himself while thinking about Jinyang. He slipped his first finger inside without trouble, quickly followed by the second, too impatient to drag this out. 

He was breathing heavily as he broke their kiss to press his lips against Jinyang's cheek and jaw before slowly kissing down his neck, nibbling on that pale skin he had never dared to touch before. Jinyang's dick twitched in Liu Jia's hand, and that was all the encouragement Liu Jia needed. 

"Lin-zong!"

Rocking his hips, he rubbed his erection against Jinyang's, his big hand still encircling their dicks.

"You're passionate today." Jinyang snorted, his voice tinged with amusement, even though there was a slight tremble to it.

"I love you." I'm sorry.

"Is that all you can say?" Jinyang asked, but leaned his head to the side to give Liu Jia more room to suck on his neck.

"It is all I can feel," Liu Jia admitted before biting the crook of Jinyang's neck. 

Jinyang hissed from pain, reflexively grabbing and pulling on Liu Jia's hair. "You—"

Liu Jia moaned loudly, pushing a third finger into his ass while his cock already leaked with precum. Apologetically, he licked Jinyang's skin, although he didn't regret leaving his mark on him. After all, he had to prove his feelings one way or another. "I love you," he whispered, nibbling on Jinyang's earlobe. "I love you," he repeated, stroking their cocks faster. "I love you," he moaned, pressing against his prostate. 

"Enough," Jinyang hissed, but it didn't sound like an order — it sounded like he was overwhelmed. It sounded like Liu Jia's feelings were finally reaching him and he didn't know how to handle it.

Afraid to miss his chance, Liu Jia pulled out his fingers and wiped them on his thigh. "Never." Smirking, he cupped Jinyang's face, forcing him to meet his gaze. "It's never enough." Raising his hips, he positioned himself above Jinyang's cock. "My love for you is endless." Steading Jinyang's cock with his free hand, he allowed its tip to breach him. "I can't get enough of you." 

The guttural moan that fell from Jinyang's lips when Liu Jia immediately sank down to take his whole cock was like music to Liu Jia's ears. Reflexively, Jinyang reached for Liu Jia's ass, his tight grip possessive. 

"I love you." Without hesitation, Liu Jia began to rock his hips, peppering Jinyang's face with kisses. 

Jinyang clicked his tongue before capturing his lips with his own, obviously intending to shut him up. Liu Jia smirked. If he had known that he only needed to talk to receive more kisses from Jinyang, he would have done so ages ago. He rolled his hips at a quick pace, using his thighs to bounce on Jinyang's dick. His own erection was brushing against Jinyang's shirt with every thrust, the touch too fleeting to bring any relief, but it didn't matter. Feeling Jinyang meeting his thrusts —his hot cock slamming against his prostate— was enough to drive him crazy with arousal. 

"Lin-zong." Moaning, Liu Jia broke their kiss, too out of breath to keep going. Usually, he let Jinyang set the pace, keeping still and letting himself get fucked. Jinyang often fucked him fast and rough, but now that they both moved their hips to meet each other's thrusts, it felt even more intense. Whining, Liu Jia leaned back to change the angle, positioning his hand on Jinyang's knee. He grabbed Jinyang's arm for support with his other hand.

"Can you come like this?" Jinyang asked. His voice breathless and his gaze heated, one arm securely wrapped around Liu Jia.

"Yes," Liu Jia replied, trusting his instincts. Whenever Jinyang fucked him, Liu Jia never allowed himself to come before him, always waiting until Jinyang was done before quickly stroking himself off if given permission to do so. But now, he could already feel the pressure building up inside.

"Impressive," Jinyang whispered, and the praise shot right into Liu Jia's cock. With wide eyes, he stared at Jinyang, not trusting his ears. Jinyang smiled, clearly amused as he leaned in to teasingly say, "Prove it."

Whining, Liu Jia increased his pace, fucking himself even faster and harder on Jinyang's cock. His thighs were burning from exertion, and with every movement, he was afraid Jinyang's cock might slip out after raising his hips too far in his eagerness, but he always managed to slam them back down again at the right moment.

Too overwhelmed by emotions, he eventually had to close his eyes, groaning and biting down on his bottom lip as he chased his orgasm that was so close yet still out of reach somehow. A frustrated groan slipped from his lips as he blinked his eyes back open. Jinyang was staring at him, his gaze intense, eyes filled with trust. Liu Jia trembled and whined, his legs twitching as he realized that this was the moment he had been waiting for all his life. 

This was his chance to demonstrate how deep his feelings for Jinyang ran. 

As if he could read his thoughts, Jinyang smirked and said, challengingly, "Prove it."

"Jinyang!" Screaming the name of the man he loved, Liu Jia suddenly came. His whole body tensed, his cock spurting hot cum against their shirts. 

With a choked-up gasp, Liu Jia immediately pulled himself together again, resuming his previous pace, even though the bundle of nerves inside him was burning, overly sensitive after his orgasm. Panting, he cupped Jinyang's face, staring at him while he barely managed to keep his eyes open. He felt raw and sensitive, every part of his body screaming at him to stop, but he wouldn't stop — not until Jinyang had come. 

"Love you," he whispered, his voice raspy and broken. 

Grunting, Jinyang wrapped his arms around Liu Jia as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. His hips picked up their pace, and Liu Jia could only scream as the increased stimulation blinded his senses, tremors rattling through his body. 

Jinyang somehow managed to force a second orgasm out of Liu Jia, his legs spasming as he felt Jinyang's hot cum filling him up, only now realizing that he had forgotten the condom. He gasped for air, coughing as he clung to Jinyang, his chin hooked over his shoulder. He couldn't even feel his legs anymore, sweat running down the side of his face, and his shirt clinging to his back. Never before had he felt so exhausted yet satisfied.

Their chests were rising and falling as they both tried to catch their breaths.

"Xiao Jia."

Not even in his post-orgasm bliss would Liu Jia ever dare to imagine getting called such a sweet nickname. However, that could only mean it couldn't have been his imagination. It must have been real.

"Huh?" The moment Liu Jia looked up, his vision already blurred, tears obstructing his view.

"Xiao Jia," Jinyang repeated, smiling softly as he cupped Liu Jia's cheek as if he were something precious. "I'm sorry for never seeing you, even though you were right here, by my side, all this time."

"Lin-zong," Liu Jia whispered in disbelief, his voice trembling with emotions. He didn't dare to call him by his given name again like he had done in the heat of the moment. "Don't be sorry. It's alright." His voice sounded broken, and he didn't know what to do as new tears welled up in Jinyang's eyes, silently rolling down his cheeks

But Jinyang only smiled, resting his forehead against Liu Jia's. "Thank you for loving me, Xiao Jia."

"Always." Tears streamed down Liu Jia's face as he grabbed Jinyang's arms for support. "Always," he repeated with a whisper as Jinyang connected their lips again.

Their kiss was slow and soft — almost shy. It felt more intimate than anything they had ever done before.

It was all Liu Jia had ever wanted and more he ever dared to wish for.

Eventually, they somehow managed to clean up and tumble into Jinyang's bedroom. Tonight, Liu Jia slept in Jinyang's bed for the first time — his arms securely wrapped around his most precious person.

He hoped that it wouldn't be the last time.

Notes:

Don't be like these two, friends — Don't forget the condom!

Anyway, if you're one of the very few people who read this all: Thank you!! I don't know why I love this ship of morally black characters so much, but I do. It started as a joke, but I got emotionally invested with time.

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