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Blade tries not to visit often. It's neither practical nor favourable for him to be drawn so close to Jing Yuan like a thread being lulled and strung around one's finger, not when both of them have greater purposes beyond each other. Some things are just meant to be left behind.
However, there are different kinds of releases in life, and it's unfortunate that Jing Yuan is capable of relieving a type of urge that Blade almost believed was fundamentally missing in him. A fragmented antidote to the tensions and aches that course through his body, with careful hands that pull apart and piece together the shattered sword that is Blade. Jing Yuan is gentle in all the ways he should be, and rough in all the ways Blade desires him to be.
He slips in through the window. No warnings, no signs. Just a fleeting hope that Jing Yuan will be asleep as he habitually should be, and that he will respond to Blade's noise and be roused from his slumber, which is less likely.
To his mild surprise, Jing Yuan is not deep in his dreams. He's sprawled across an arm chair set in a corner of his room, giving him the appearance of a lazing lion, and is reading some kind of newspaper. Blade didn't think there were still people who read the news on physical paper, as unaccustomed to contemporary life as he himself is.
The usual grin spreads across Jing Yuan's face. It makes Blade's heart tremor. He never managed to train himself out of that reaction.
"Apparently, I have slightly fallen out of favour with the public." Jing Yuan holds the paper up. His face, with the same smile, is plastered on the front cover. "Could it be related to my collusion with the Stellaron Hunters? Or perhaps my handling of the matter regarding Irontomb?"
"It's preferable not to have elderly leaders in charge."
"You wound me."
Setting the newspaper aside, Jing Yuan makes a slow stride towards Blade, yawning like he's pretending not to know what comes next. He enjoys indulging in little fantasies like that. Toying with situations under the illusion of ignorance, then striking in ways that still manage to take Blade by shock, even while he's all too aware of the way Jing Yuan plays his games. Like being stalked by a lion despite studying its hunting patterns.
Jing Yuan tugs on Blade's collar, a gesture that is strangely upfront even for him. It might have been months since their last encounter.
"You are truly dampening my reputation, Stellaron Hunter. How could I have allowed myself to believe your sweet words so willingly and betray the trust of my people?"
Blade doesn't lean forward, doesn't follow the touch. If Jing Yuan wants to play games, so be it.
"You have no one but yourself to blame, failing to conceal such secrets."
"Is that so?"
He's roughly turned around, inducing a dizziness that echoes delightfully in the empty hallways of Blade's mind. The pressure of Jing Yuan's calloused fingers on his forearms tingles through him, a measured coarseness interlaced with tenderness. It's safe— a feeling Blade doesn't care for and doesn't desire, but is somehow forced to experience everytime he's here. Maybe Jing Yuan can't help but make others feel safe.
There's the clink of metal against metal, and then metal against skin. Blade relishes the way it digs into the bone of his wrist.
"You are under arrest," Jing Yuan whispers into his ear, playful air tainted by darker intent.
Blade just huffs, keeping his tone steady. "Is it a crime to exist as I please?"
Jing Yuan tugs against the handcuffs now holding Blade's wrists hostage behind his back. "Shall I outline all of your crimes? Trespassing on my property, disturbing the peace of my people, and most importantly…"
Blade quickly turns his head. "Don't say it."
"…stealing my heart."
He sighs.
He's guided onto the bed. With bated hunger and a wettening mouth, he rakes his eyes along Jing Yuan's form, domestic and soft and fitted with a loose white shirt— another illusion created by the Luofu's dangerous general. Blade wants to sink his teeth into each fabric and rip them off of Jing Yuan, revealing every battle scar and hardened muscle.
But Jing Yuan will take things slow. Painfully slow. His smile makes him glow in the night. Blade wants to rip those lips off with his teeth, too.
Jing Yuan yawns wider than ever before and takes longer to recover from it. His eyes shut for a moment as he hovers before Blade.
"…Are you sure you don't want to be on top instead?"
Unimpressed with how easily his act crumbled, Blade blankly says, "Get on with it."
Jing Yuan first gives his attention to Blade's body, unclasping every button and unbuckling his pants. The handcuffs create a barrier to fully removing his coat, which Jing Yuan doesn't seem bothered by. He pushes Blade onto his back and slides off both his pants and undergarments in a fell swoop, staring down at the bare bundle of marred skin he's unveiled.
He sits Blade back up. "Far less resistance than I imagined. Have you finally learned your place, Stellaron Hunter?"
"Wield me carefully, General. You never know when a sword may strike."
A real beginning to their act, Jing Yuan rummages through some drawers by his bedside, digging deep for what crass objects he keeps only for nights such as these. Blade shuts his eyes, makes no note of anything that comes out. It's more exhilarating when things are thrust upon him.
After a light thump that signals an object hitting the bed, Jing Yuan brushes his hands against Blade's thighs as a sign to open his eyes. Blade obliges.
There are a few sharp moments of silence, inside of which unknowable feelings hang in the air. Before anything can proceed, in a slow maneuver that Blade still manages to find abrupt, Jing Yuan wraps him into a warm embrace.
Blade tenses up. Jing Yuan knows few ways to spill his affections so openly, preferring to approach Blade instead like a stray that might flee at any moment. Perhaps it is easier for him when Blade is bound and can’t reject or reciprocate, when Jing Yuan can seize a pawn to his secured advantage. He wouldn’t risk a simple hug throwing him an unhappy answer. Blade spares no thought weighing what he would do with his choiceless arms, and his face plants itself against the warmth of the other's shoulder.
Jing Yuan separates himself from Blade like a bandage ripped off a seeping wound, a shaky smile resting on his lips. "I'm sorry. It has been a while."
Trying not to be stirred by the gesture, Blade simply says, "It has, so use your time wisely."
As advised, Jing Yuan wastes no time wrapping a blindfold around Blade's eyes, heightening every other one of his senses. His breath crawls around Blade's lips like fog that shrouds a midnight sky.
"May I?"
"Don't be stupid," Blade hisses, pouncing forward to capture wherever Jing Yuan's lips may be hovering.
An eager and bound criminal on his hands, Jing Yuan seems to pull himself out of sentimentality and jumps back into playing rough, pushing Blade down against the silken sheets with force. Steady hands grip Blade's waist and keep him locked in place. His tongue pushes past the graze of Blade's teeth— a dangerous gamble, for Blade relishes in clamping down on the intruder and tasting the rush of blood that swells moments later. Jing Yuan's groan is gutteral. He withdraws.
"Petulant misbehaviour… For what reason could you be acting out while blinded and bound?"
"How am I meant to see your bare figure like this?"
There's an airy laugh from above, tingling the fine hairs lining Blade's arm. Without any warning except a light shuffle, Blade is stuffed with something hard and sizeable, but not quite the flesh of Jing Yuan he so desires. Blade twitches in the hazy morphing of pain and pleasure, hovering his foot forward until it connects with some part of Jing Yuan, and he delivers a kick.
"Bastard…"
"You're not doing yourself any favours." Jing Yuan sounds utterly delighted with himself.
There's a click, followed by a rush of vibrations that courses through Blade like a harsh ripple. He bites his bottom lip, stifling his arousal. The object stuck within him continues its rhythm for five long seconds before Jing Yuan turns it off.
"If you behave yourself, I will reward you as such."
Now that he's been given a taste, Blade has the rotten urge to chase it. If only his urge to stubbornly stand his ground wasn't stronger.
His forearms start to go numb while they're trapped between his back and the bedsheets. Jing Yuan, ever the pest, takes his time probing around Blade's body with his mouth and pleasuring himself with the way Blade struggles against the wet feeling. He's still fully clothed; the fabrics brush lightly against Blade's skin in a way that's almost mocking.
Jing Yuan's tongue finds its place along the curve of Blade's windpipe, leaving a damp trail before he starts to suck at the delicate skin there. Simultaneously, seemingly satsified with Blade's compliance, he turns on the vibrator and busies himself with leaving marks on Blade's flesh that fade within seconds.
Blade's hips jerk forward, trying to find Jing Yuan's clothed erection in his daze. "Y-You…" He lowly groans when he feels teeth scraping his neck. "The flesh there will keep healing… Futile endeavour."
"Shall I not savour something that is fleeting?"
In the good name of savouring the fleeting, the vibrator is turned off once more and he's left shaking in the aftermath. Useless as it may be, Blade attempts to move his trapped hands, irritation sanding at his throat in the form of a snarl. Jing Yuan pays no mind and only moves to lick around Blade's chest, squeezing the scarred mounds of flesh with increased ardour. Blade feels himself reduced to an object to be caressed and controlled; the thought spreads a carnally warm feeling across his hips, a warning sign that he's being tamed.
Eventually, Jing Yuan slides down to put his face in between Blade's thighs, hot breaths aligned with his clitoris that has already been ravaged by that object. Through the darkness covering his eyes, Blade can picture Jing Yuan's half-lidded eyes and hungry lips, a triumphant glint to his eyes as if he's subdued a predator. Vexingly, Blade's legs are lifted over Jing Yuan's shoulders, thoroughly pinned and placated.
"You are not tussling with me as much as I thought you would," says Jing Yuan.
Things always stretch for far longer than this. There is always time to ambush. For now, Blade resigns himself to being a plaything, with coy laps of Jing Yuan's tongue that send him closer to the edge.
"Do you often ask prisoners to open their legs for you, General?" Blade says between huffs of breath.
Into his soaked flesh, Jing Yuan mumbles, "I cannot say that anyone has caught my eye like you have."
"You should retire," Blade goes for the low blow. "Nobody wants a perverted old man in office."
"If you wish to lobby for that, I can renew your citizenship," Jing Yuan laughs.
Blade's wrists ache from the handcuffs, the exact hint of pain he needs to accompany the waves of pleasure wreaking through his lower body. It isn't long before he blanks out and releases at the mercy of Jing Yuan's mouth. In this aftermath, Jing Yuan sits up and sets Blade's legs down, stroking away the sweat lining Blade's forehead. He does not remove the vibrator or the blindfold.
Blade's undying flesh rakes him over the coals of recovery quicker than he can sometimes handle, which includes recuperating from the exhaustion of being devoured like this. Jing Yuan likes to call him insatiable. As resilient as Jing Yuan can be, and as allergic as he is to showing his vulnerabilities, Blade knows he tires easily. This is the man who once lured Blade into his abode with the usual prospect of copulation, only to wedge his face into Blade's chest and fall asleep on top of him. A cheap trick. How was Blade meant to move after being trapped in such a ridiculous way? Regardless, it's obvious that Jing Yuan cannot move at his pace— an acceptable truth, as Blade knows better than to listen to his own body's callings.
He hears shuffling. Evidently, Jing Yuan is only now stripping himself down bare, away where Blade cannot feel it and stowed from sight by the damned blindfold. Blade feels himself ignite anew.
Jing Yuan's skin just barely brushes against his as he crawls over Blade again. Slowly, he sticks a testing thumb into the corner of Blade's mouth, met with a nip equally as challenging. Blade squeezes his thighs inwards to feel the sides of Jing Yuan's waist.
"You have some fight left in you after all," Jing Yuan comments.
He replaces his thumb with two fingers. Instead of his teeth, Blade slides his tongue along them, sucking in the salty tang of skin. He can feel Jing Yuan's careful eyes on him, reeling in the show he's putting on.
Low and throaty, Jing Yuan says, "What else are you willing to put in there?"
With a warning graze of teeth and a mouth partly obscured, Blade mumbles, "Don't test your luck."
A small laugh, almost threatening. "But if you keep running your mouth, I will have no choice."
Blade throws his head forward, trying to catch Jing Yuan's fingers in his throat. He lets himself moan just as he chokes. Finding the moment right, Jing Yuan turns on the vibrator once more and indulges Blade's wishes by pushing his fingers in deeper. Briefly, Blade is sent to the stars with his eyes and throat shut off from the world and the most delicate parts of himself preyed upon. His gag reflex is mercilessly triggered as Jing Yuan pumps his fingers inside and out.
It's a trap that he's put himself in, one where Jing Yuan has successfully shut him up and again reduced him to something defenseless and begging. Blade sets his teeth loose, missing the feeling of suffocation as soon as Jing Yuan's fingers leave. He coughs and sputters for a few moments while Jing Yuan wipes saliva off his chin.
"Hm, you even rebel against things you ask for."
Blade, against his will, moans while he's assaulted by that treacherous object. He huffs, "Take that stupid vibrator out."
"Oh? Why is that?"
"Just… Just do it," he bites his tongue against the true reason. He wants Jing Yuan, and it's no simpler than that.
Surprisingly, Jing Yuan complies and slides the slick object out, leaving Blade empty. He feels wet and loose and aching, and anticipates even worse antics from his bedmate.
He rolls onto his side, closing his thighs tight.
A pitying laugh emits from above. "Trying to hide from me, prisoner?"
"Come closer… if you want access, you need to earn it."
The bed creaks and two weights shift around him as Jing Yuan places a hand on either side of Blade. Another self-fulfilled trap, but this time in Blade's favour. He can feel the heat of Jing Yuan's body hovering over him, the brush of his hair hanging down.
"How close is close enough?" He can hear the flippant smile in Jing Yuan's voice.
"Enough that your teeth can reach my neck." Blade's lips twitch into a smirk in return.
Deliberately obeying and defying the request at the same time, Jing Yuan's mouth brushes against Blade's jaw, while his hand digs into the enclosed space where Blade shields away his intimacy, fingers attempting to force through and locate what they seek.
It's the sort of foolishness Blade had previously imagined would take place. He bites his lip and sends out an aimless kick. "Quit it. Didn't I just tell you my terms?"
"Your terms? Your terms are unreliable and only seem to betray me at every turn."
"Are you some kind of coward?"
"The coward is the one who cannot admit he wishes to take his general whole."
That is by far the most impudent thing he's said today. Blade's teeth grind together, a thrilling irritation welling inside him and threatening to break.
"Bite me," Blade demands, hoping it doesn't reach futile ears. "You didn't do it hard enough last time."
The command is fulfilled, but of course, only at Jing Yuan's leisurely pace. He always starts with those ridiculous kisses and licks to drive Blade towards the edge of his patience. This time, however, it doesn't matter.
Behind the dark veil covering his eyes, Blade can see his own imagination vividly— use his weight to pin Jing Yuan into the bedsheets, split himself on him, and take the situation into his own bound hands. Jing Yuan's lips hover above his own, nearly connecting, and Blade sets his reckless plan in motion. He lunges forth and harshly sinks his teeth into Jing Yuan's neck, prying a soft cry out of him that invigorates Blade's urge to watch him crumble. He wraps his legs around Jing Yuan's waist and attempts to wrestle him into flipping over. It's a tough wager— if he were to guess, him and Jing Yuan are similar in body strength, but Jing Yuan's position is clearly advantageous. Still, the bloodsucking catches him off guard and he falters just a bit, nearly letting Blade topple him over.
That is, until a bizarre feeling courses through Blade's nerves and slackens him in a heartbeat. A flash of heat wreaks him and his mind devolves into static while he tries to process what just happened, to no avail. Even the blood in his mouth tastes like fire.
"Jing… Yuan?" he tries calling out, as if he'd been abandoned out at sea. But Jing Yuan's skin is still firmly pressed against his— if anything, his fingertips are digging into Blade's abdomen, warm to the touch.
Regardless, he receives no answer. Just a thumb reaching to stroke his cheek. He doesn't need any sympathies, just an explanation. The sheer uncertainty makes sweat pool on his skin, a blissful arousal spreading across his core. In these long years of trudging on with life, the unexpected is almost always pleasant to him.
He hears Jing Yuan hiss, presumably because of the wound he left. Without warning, he's lifted and sat up against the bed frame, the metal of his handcuffs clacking loudly against the wood.
"Trying to get everything to go in your favour, are you?" Jing Yuan's tone is indecipherable.
Blade wants to fight back, wants to be subject again to whatever made his mind so momentarily dizzy. He wants to be muzzled.
He tugs his arms apart just to hear that familiar rattle of handcuffs. It works up his frustration as intended. Blade struggles against the grip Jing Yuan has on his thighs, seeing splotches of red behind the blindfold.
Jing Yuan moves his fingers into Blade's mouth. It feels like a test. For some reason, Blade's jaw doesn't comply with biting down, only spreading saliva over those fingers as Jing Yuan presses down on his tongue.
"What is it?" Blade tries to speak with his tongue's movement restricted.
Without waiting for an answer, he grazes his teeth against the joint of Jing Yuan's finger, adding pressure with every second. Less intense than before, that same shockwave passes through Blade and makes his every hair rise. His muscles constrict and then loosen into liquid. This time, he can pinpoint where it came from: Jing Yuan's other set of fingers are pressed to the back of his thigh.
Dazed, Blade tries moving his head away from this tantilizing position Jing Yuan has caught him in, his jaw weakening and his throat letting escape a spent groan. Jing Yuan only keeps his fingers buried where they're exposed to Blade's defiance, his other hand stroking Blade's inner thigh with feathery touches that linger all too close to his entrance.
Jing Yuan continues staying silent, like the lightning speaks for itself; with the few more feeble attempts Blade makes to thrash or bite, he's slowly worn down by this thunder that swells in his gut and storms through his mind, conditioned like a dog with a shock collar. Jing Yuan likely has all the experience in the world tending to unruly strays. He could make anything behave, pet or beast, whichever category Blade falls into. Occasionally, he rewards Blade with a sweet murmur to his ear, like he isn't rewiring his nerves into obedience.
Blade pants and sweats in the heat of being stimulated so harshly. Jing Yuan retracts his fingers, leaving his jaw sore. Saliva runs down the corner of Blade's mouth while his body becomes useless, a broken tool and a shameful sight to behold. He jolts again when Jing Yuan sticks those wettened fingers between his folds, rubbing slowly and inducing more spasms out of Blade like its own lightning shock.
"What will it be?" Jing Yuan whispers, so close that his lips brush against Blade's ear.
Blade catches a whine in his throat before it leaks out. "Do it… Jing Yuan, please, I—"
The least he can do is shut himself up. Humiliation seeps into his gut, which somehow drives his lust even further.
He's dragged down until he's on his back once more. Jing Yuan slots himself in his rightful place between Blade's legs, rubbing delicately against Blade's entrance before pushing himself inside, groaning from the pleasure his triumph brings him. He puts a hand to either side of Blade's waist while he keeps a slow pace.
"You made me wait so long," Jing Yuan says. Blade could think he's referring to the way he'd been denied access, but it crosses his mind that Jing Yuan is talking about the months they've spent apart.
Blade, subdued and mellowed from being thrust into, mumbles, "Take this blindfold off. I need to see you."
Jing Yuan seems in little mood to tease, sliding a hand behind Blade's head to unravel the darkness. In the dimly lit room, the brightest thing that hits Blade's newly awakened eyes is Jing Yuan's white hair, messy and trickling down his shoulders in thick droves. Some of it is stained red from where his strands fall around the bite wound on his neck.
Even after being reduced to this state, nothing will satisfy Blade's unending urge to snag his teeth onto whatever loose skin he can get ahold of, and string out all that makes Jing Yuan soft and utterly human. There are signs of life all across his body— haphazard scars from a few battles too carelessly fought, scattered fat from a few breakfasts too readily indulged, slight eyebags from a few nights too many spent in the office.
Blade knows why he is restrained. Death's hands shouldn't sully this man.
Struggling to uncoil whatever is tightening in his chest, Blade begins to itch again for that rush he never thought he'd crave until tonight. "Do it again. Electrocute me."
Jing Yuan's hands filter lightning through his skin, untangling the knots of frustration once more and soothing his follies into dust. It's a steady current that occasionally spikes when Jing Yuan loses control amidst his own pleasure, murmuring apologies before Blade can slip up and thank him after an especially jarring shock that seers his nerves. They have reached the point of primal harmony.
They're using each other— that is the logic Blade applies to it. It's easier to think of it that way. Blade can't imagine any way to settle Jing Yuan's despondence other than giving him access to the body of the man he loved. Jing Yuan, in return, knows how to quench Blade's violent cravings like a lifeline. The way their flesh contrasts is fascinating in its own way— Jing Yuan's intimacy to Blade's brutality. Despite Jing Yuan's many attempts to mark Blade, he's the only one with a body capable of being branded by teeth. Blade's gaze lingers on that bite wound for a long time, the indents of his canines making home for a beautiful red on Jing Yuan's neck.
The thoughts race and race in his head, accompanied by the interruptions of broiling lightning, making his muscles clench. He finishes before Jing Yuan does, afterwards sinking into the bed and turning into a pliant mass for Jing Yuan to use up his desires. He can hear his own breathing echoing around his skull, previously occupied by Jing Yuan's sweet and muted sounds.
He’s pressed into another kiss. It’s long and tender, maybe meaningless if Blade puts his mind to it. He enjoys the way it makes breathing difficult.
“I’ve missed you,” Jing Yuan sighs against his mouth.
“I’m not here for you,” Blade convinces them both to lessen the blow of inevitable abandonment.
Jing Yuan tenses up, slipping out of him to spill his warmth. He stares down in absent observation of what they've done.
There’s a brief few moments where Jing Yuan’s eyelids flutter shut, and his head hangs low like he’s about to collapse atop Blade. If Blade could slip out of his handcuffs in a matter of seconds, he doesn’t know if he’d lure Jing Yuan into his arms to fall asleep, or if he’d push Jing Yuan away and make his hastened exit.
It's not his decision to make regardless, because Jing Yuan half-falls on top of him, while his other arm scrounges around the bedside table to search for whatever key he used to lock Blade's wrists. Eventually, he finds it, worming his hands beneath Blade's form to aimlessly fiddle with the handcuffs until the key slots in place. Blade, with this newfound freedom, does nothing but splay his arms outward, feeling a rush of blood tingle through his suffocated veins. Again, he considers telling Jing Yuan that he needs to return home. The words don't leave his mouth.
Jing Yuan seems not to care for sanitary matters, as he grabs the edge of his blanket and pulls it over them both, slotting his face into the crook of Blade's neck.
"What now?" Blade asks. He always feels confused in these aftermaths. They're too peaceful to comprehend.
"Tell me about your day," Jing Yuan yawns into his flesh.