#i'm sure he's eaten plenty of raw meat too

[ameiniateria]

They're both survivalists; they care about getting enough nutrients into their bodies to keep fighting, but I don't think either of them care much about flavor.

what do you think rivalsduo r like in the kitchen? Can they cook or r they forced on 'occasionally stirring the pot' duty?

alright i have thoughts about this.

i think cDream can't cook for shit like he has none of those home life abilities, the best he can do is meat he puts over a fire. he's hopeless but at least he has the reflexes to not burn or cut himself.

cTechno can cook but he's not the best chef either. he likes potatoes and stews and he likes making jams and drying meat. he actually can make somewhat of a meal though.

honestly it's the best for both of them if they're given instructions to follow :D

[sasukimimochi]

-This bonus chapter is rated Explicit. I'm not giving it the community tag but I am going to give all the warnings and a reading line so you know what to expect. Please be kind and heed the warnings!

-Warnings: violence, death, sex/Intercourse, disturbing behavior, size difference, a lot of descriptions of blood/viscera, demonic behavior (obv, wwx is a demon in this au, but I thought I'd warn), possessiveness (I'd say mild), temporary pain during intercourse, bottomji/topji/bottomxian/topxian (aka they switch at a point, don't worry though lan zhan doesn't turn into a weeping bottom, It's not my cup of tea).

WC - 4037 *Theme: sorta actiony/suspense (not sure if this is the right term but angst isn't quite the right word either so-) with a happy end and lots of demonic spice. DemonXian/AngelJi.

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Clash of Immortals✦.

Bloodlust

“Mother fu-k-“

Wei Wuxian stared at the demon he dangled from his hand by the throat, waiting to hear Lan Wangji run by in order to collect the small feminine demon from the corner. The collar was quickly and efficiently removed, leaving plenty of time for Lan Wangji to escort the demon away and to take a look at her head wound.

Usually he did these missions alone for Lan Wangji’s safety, but the angel had insisted when Wei Wuxian had mentioned feeling a little tired today. It wasn’t like he was ill, if he had taken to the curse derived from the fauna it would have come on much sooner, but it had been quite a while now since he’d eaten the raw food his diet routinely demanded.

He’d been enjoying the meals his husband made. It made him feel spoiled, it was delicious, and he didn’t have to rely on the other demons to help him or just eat some dried meat.

Wei Wuxian squeezed that disgusting demon’s neck, eyes sharpening on their twisted expression as he choked and snarled. “Disgusting.” He hissed, digging his nails into the other’s throat. Feeling that warmth spray and gush against his hand brought an unexpected tremor to his chest.

Ah...he liked blood. The smell of it…

The feeling of rendering flesh felt good against his hands...he dug deeper, pupils dilating slowly as he listened to the sound of struggle, the snap of bone. It was euphoric, the way blood caught in that demon’s airway. He wanted to dig out his heart, feel that warmth beating in his hand-!

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji grabbed the man’s shoulder, and he felt a jolt go through his body as if woken up.

“Ah-“ Wei Wuxian dropped the demon, only then realizing they’d died already. At some point, he had broken their neck, head barely connected to their shoulders after he had torn open their platysma muscles. “...” He swallowed tightly.

“Wei Ying, are you alright?” Lan Wangji asked tentatively, gently rubbing his husband’s back. “We should go home...”

“I...I need to go hunt.” Wei Wuxian swallowed again, prying his eyes away from the bloodied corpse. “I might...I might be...I think it’s been too long since I’ve eaten raw.”

Lan Wangji hesitated, glancing at the shivering girl he’d left over by the corner. “Can it wait until we take her back?”

Wei Wuxian shook his head, “W...We’ll have to send her back through a portal.” He swallowed again, just not able to get what felt like a knot out of his throat. “It’s too dangerous to send you with her alone.” He took a shaking breath, “Let’s hurry.”

He drew a mirror out of his satchel and forced himself away from the body so he could approach the hook demon they’d just saved. “Alright...” He smiled, trying to bring back his friendly demeanor. “I’m going to send you to my home, when you get there, call for Wen Ning and Wen Qing. They will get you cleaned up and dressed and get you a place to sleep.”

The girl sniffed and nodded quietly, terribly frightened but ready to get out of here. While Wei Wuxian was helping her through the mirror and making sure she was safe on the other side, Lan Wangji was watching his husband closely, just in case anything started going wrong again.

Once Wei Wuxian pocketed his mirror, he shakily pushed hair from his sweaty face. “A...alright Lan Zhan, let’s go. Don’t look at me like that, sooner we get away from the blood, less shaky I’ll be. But let’s hurry anyway. I don’t wanna risk hurting you or getting taken down by the suppression force.”

“I wouldn’t let them hurt you.” Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the thought, but relaxed again to gently rub his back once more. “You will be safe, but tell me what’s happening on the way.”

“A curse?”

“One of the demonic curses of the seven deadly sins. You know already about how raw, demonic fauna is an essential part of the demon diet, right?”

“Yes.”

“If it’s ignored too long the curse of gluttony takes hold, and this one is the most dangerous of the curses because you can go out of control.” Wei Wuxian slid into a different air current so he wouldn’t have to flap his wings so much, and waited for Lan Wangji to follow behind him before he continued. “It’s best not to overeat the fauna, but you have to eat a good amount every now and then or…”

“Like what happened back there.”

“Exactly. Except, it won’t be possible to snap me out of it. There is…a lot of negatives to ignoring this curse, and risks, obviously. As you know…”

How could he forget? The biggest cause of death in hell stemmed from this. Wei Wuxian ate raw meat because he was forced to but it was high risk, and as a result one of the things the demon worried the most about.

A great deal of the fauna carried a demonic disease that was near untreatable. There was always, always a risk that he could die because of that curse at any time, and there was a low likelihood of survival, as it had to be actively treated right after discovery. If one was even a second too late, it meant the infected would become violent and attack anyone, anything, and had to be taken down to prevent further death. Not to mention, if another demon found this out, they would sooner report them than actually call for help.

They would rather see them dead.

Lan Wangji was quiet long enough that Wei Wuxian laughed nervously, his tone tired. “Yes…you remember.” He sighed, the sound wavering somewhat. “Essentially I need to eat something raw so the dried meat I carry around isn’t good enough. You need to sit back in case I get violent…or…” He frowned. “Anything else.”

“Anything else?”

Wei Wuxian didn’t answer, “Are you sure you want to be here when I hunt, Lan Zhan?”

“Yes.”

Wei Wuxian sighed and nodded, “Just know I won’t be…myself for a bit. If it gets bad.”

He landed quietly atop one of the flaming pillars, sharpened pupils dancing over the fauna below. Lan Wangji circled above, brow furrowed as he watched his husband work.

Wei Wuxian’s stomach felt painfully hollow, pupils blown so wide it was like they had taken over his entire sclera. He swallowed thickly and felt his body shift in a series of snaps and cracks, standing tall as the Yiling Laozu and still aching for a more feral form by the end of it.

He wasn’t surprised when he felt the crick in his spine exaggerate further. The change in his skeletal structure, the length of his claws.

He kneeled over the pillar and stared with glowing eyes at the prey he wanted to catch. He could feel his heart picking up, the curse of gluttony taking over.

It was...too late to do this cleanly. He needed to move.

He leapt from the pillar and tucked his wings in, throttling into one of the creatures with an excessive force. He’d gotten too excited too quickly, surges of heat thrumming in his skin as he made sure the thing couldn’t get away.

Lan Wangji landed atop the pillar to watch, not wanting to get in the way of his now very unstable husband. He covered his nose with his sleeve, the smell of rotting turning his stomach in an awful way. He wished the other didn’t have to eat such disgusting meat, but was glad the demon couldn’t smell it like this.

The sight became horrific in seconds. Blood and entrails went flying as Wei Wuxian tore the meat apart with his claws and teeth, coating his face and arms in a venomous shade of bright red. His tails whipped behind him, like an animal lost in food aggression; he growled, gnawing on the leftover bones until there wasn’t a scrap of flesh left.

It was quiet for a long beat, the demon carefully lapping at the blood on his hands in his attempts to get every single drop.

It grew silent once he was done.

Wei Wuxian sat there on the ground, surrounded by flaming clovers, and breathed deeply, head bent low.

Was it over?

The demon lifted his head and moaned deep from his chest, the sound startling Lan Wangji enough that he felt his hair stand on end despite the red that rushed to his ears. He watched as his husband parted his robes and rut against his hand with that dirty blood, an uncomfortable nausea and…shamefully, arousal and jealousy, churning in his stomach.

Wei Wuxian wasn’t himself. He definitely wasn’t. He needed to get down there and stop him…was it time, though? Had he sated the curse enough, or was this going to be-

He didn’t have time to think further, listening to the demon’s breath catch as he suddenly became distracted by the rustling of foliage.

Wei Wuxian’s hair bristled, lifting his head as his glowing eyes peered over the horizon to lock onto another creature. He’d already eaten a lot, but he didn’t really realize this as he was feeling...ravenous, the bloodlust surging through him at full force.

His bones cracked and snapped as his body changed to compensate; a body not human, not animal, but something that could run on its fours. He kicked off from the ground and sprinted after the creature, pupils blown wide as he watched it flee, a darkened set to his eyes as fire trailed in heated ribbons behind him.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji leapt off the pillar and dove after him, worried he might lose him if he let him get too far away.

Wei Wuxian didn’t listen though, even if his ears did twitch in his direction. He snarled and tackled the creature, biting into its neck and throwing his head back in a messy motion to tear out its throat. Blood sprayed the ground as the creature writhed and twitched in its final breaths, eaten alive by the feasting demon in a gruesome display.

Lan Wangji grimaced, waiting to land until the demon slowed down again. This was a lot, he’s sure. He’d seen him eat raw meals before, albeit shortly before the demon apologized and had it taken away and cleaned his mouth, but…

Was he eating less because of him? Guilt twisted in his stomach, and he made a note to do something about that.

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji called again, landing at a distance behind the demon. He didn’t want to get too close, in case he had lost control of himself fully. “Wei Ying, are you with me?”

Wei Wuxian’s body became completely still and he slowly lifted his head, long strands of blood and saliva falling from his chin and down his neck as he swallowed the warm, still rippling flesh. “Mm..?” He rumbled deeply, turning his blown pupils to his husband and soon letting out another low warble, something the angel thinks he might have heard before deep into the winds. Not a typical warble his conscious, loving husband made, but something very feral. Demonic.

Lan Wangji swallowed quietly as his husband stood at his full height, towering over him in that demonic form, and resisted the urge to fly back up to the pillar. Was he taller even than he usually got? He could hear the demon’s spine snapping again, presumably adjusting his form to be bipedal again.

He didn’t want to appear like prey to a demon while in a feeding frenzy, and didn’t really have the confidence that he could get away quick enough, so he stayed where he was. “Wei Ying...You ate enough right? You need to stop for your health, so you don’t become sick.”

The demon’s pupils shrank somewhat, bringing a bit of color back to his eyes but not nearly as much as he should have when he’s normal. So, at least Lan Wangji was being acknowledged right now despite the situation, but he definitely was still deep into the curse.

“Lan Zhan...” Wei Wuxian spoke, the deep bass of his larger form tensing up the angel’s shoulders. “You’re right...” He approached, a little too close.

“But...I’m still hungry. What are you going to do?”

Lan Wangji’s eyes flit about his husband's face, wondering what he should do indeed. So he eventually took a breath and sighed deeply; the other probably wouldn’t allow him to hunt for him in order to remove the entrails, the riskiest part…plus, he wouldn’t stay put. He had to stay at his side.

He didn’t have time to say anything however as Wei Wuxian suddenly stood before him. His heart dropped, moving to jump back, but instead found himself suddenly forced against the ground, and robes torn open in one fell swoop. “Wei Ying!!” He quickly raised his arms to block the others hands, but instead was surprised as his husband leaned in to grind his erection against him with a low, animalistic growl, bloody hands pinning down his arms.

He tried not to gasp too deeply when the smell of his husband's breath wafted over his face. The buzz of alarm in his body was high, but he suppressed it forcefully.

So this was unavoidable. He hadn’t really bottomed for the other except for when he was affected by the winds, during his dominant heats, but he was much more himself during those times and he trusted the other not to hurt him. This was the first time his husband had ever gone fully into bloodlust, and it was not easy to fight him off like this- plus, he didn’t want to legitimately hurt him. He was still his husband.

So it was best to submit, despite knowing it would likely be somewhat painful. If he moved too much or tried to get free, it might stimulate the bloodlust further…so he would try to help the other satiate it like this.

A trill mixed with a growl was ripped out of him when he was ground against again. Wei Wuxian trailed that bloodied tongue along his collar, teeth grazing flesh but resisting the bite. “W-Wei Ying, you can, but if you claw or bite me too hard, you know what that will do. Right? I’m your husband, remember. So be careful.”

The words did sober the demon’s expression briefly, but the sight of the angel’s body bare before him brought him right back into the curse. “Mmm...Careful.” He growled, parting his husband’s thighs none too kindly.

Lan Wangji winced from the sudden stretch of muscle, taking in a deep breath through his mouth in an attempt not to smell the rotten flesh but regretting it as his husband leaned in to kiss him greedily, taking the sight as an invitation. The angel trembled in disgust from the awful taste, thankful it was brief enough that he could spit off to the side to try to get some of the blood off his tongue.

Wei Wuxian yanked the rest of his sash off in one go, licking his free hand as all nine of his tails thrashed behind him hungrily. He barely had the mind to rub that messy hand around his length before he was parting his husband’s insides with an erection that was much too big for him, watching him grit his teeth and grip the demon’s shoulders for dear life now that his hands were finally free.

It was quite painful going in, but thankfully Wei Wuxian stopped briefly, nipping and rocking against him without thrusting quite yet. Lan Wangji was glad it wasn’t as rough as it could be, but god, this was a lot to take on the fly with no prep. Wei Wuxian was also ‘on the small side’ in his Yiling Laozu body, otherwise Lan Wangji would be sure to have been split open.

His husband moved too soon, but it became easier as the demon was leaking quite a lot, gasping as he’s fucked so hard he sees stars. He held it together though. It couldn’t last that long when he wasn’t affected by the winds. The throes of his bloodlust would stop soon. Surely.

It became more pleasurable the longer it went on.

The wet, sticky sound of his husband’s hips slamming into him repeatedly causing his face to flush in embarrassment. Thankfully, he got used to the smell of the blood the longer he was in close contact as well.

“W-Wei Ying...”

His husband growled deeply in response to hearing his name spoken in such a heated tone, causing those teeth to dig into his shoulder and elicit a shaking groan to rip out of his throat. “Wei Ying! Easy!” He gasped.

Lan Wangji winced when he was thrust into particularly hard, his body jerking in surprise as fluids rushed into his insides. Of course his husband wasn’t in the right mind, so a quick and merciless fuck wasn’t a wild result, but he still felt his face heat up with shame at the thought he wanted it to last a little longer.

He exhaled shakily when finally the demon released him and pulled back, the mess dribbling out of him as he caught his breath. It was quite... a lot, and he was feeling sore where he’d been grabbed and bitten and scratched, but it wasn’t too bad. It definitely could have been worse.

“Sorry Lan Zhan...” Wei Wuxian managed, but he was still trembling, pupils still blown wide. “I’m...y...yeah. …Bloodlust.” He informed as quickly as he could manage despite the angel already being very aware, hands shaking as his chest heaved with that ever-so deep hue across his cheekbones. He was quite visibly still affected, despite having already eaten his fill and his actions against Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji felt sorry for him, despite having fallen victim to him in such a fashion. He seemed anxious, despite what he’d just done, and what was still coursing through him.

However, he took this chance to pin the other down, bringing in a shaky inhale. “You do seem to still be in it.” He growled back at the demon when the other bared his teeth, to push as much dominance onto his husband as he could to help the other out of the curse.  It made sense didn’t it? If he became submissive, he should return to himself quicker.

“I’ll take care of you, so be good.” A punishment that doubled as a way to sober the other up. Worst case scenario he would catch the winds, but Lan Wangji was only hurting a little, he could handle it even if he had to screw him all night long.

“Be good.” he reiterated, holding his husbands arms above his head with quite the effort. It was good the demon was somewhat willing, or else he was sure he’d be overpowered again instead. And with that, he thrust into the other, who keened in surprise at the breach, mouth hanging open slightly and teeth on full display. “L-Lan Zha...n!”

Good, it seemed to calm him down a bit to be in the submissive role- so he was right.

Lan Wangji’s thrusts immediately became strong and fast, rendering his husband into a mewling, panting mess rather quickly, though he could still hear the occasional growl. He would thrust harder to quiet him, pressing his wrists firmly into the ground to keep him still. “Good. Just like that.”

Wei Wuxian spread his legs voluntarily and stretched them out, smoke curling out of his lips and shimmering as the magic churned from the food and sex.

Now that he wasn’t thinking about the terrible smell, Lan Wangji growled in pleasure at the debauched sight of his husband; that erection slapping his stomach as the angel fucked him so hard he had to gasp for breath, the deep flushed hues of the demon’s skin, his eyes watering from the pleasure.

God. He loved him.

“Mn-” He panted and groaned when he could feel the other convulse against his length and squirm in his climax, nearly tipping over the edge himself but holding on.

After he bathed him later that night, he’d fuck him again. He’d cover him in his scent.

No one, nothing, was allowed to leave such a stain on his husband.

He growled and leaned in to bite down into the other's shoulder, relishing in that cry while his husband trembled in pleasure.

His husband.

Lan Wangji slammed into him repeatedly as he hit his limit, listening to the demon whimper and cry as the demon drenched his abdomen in musk. The angel took deep breaths while he slowly pulled his hips back, listening to his very tired, helpless husband, purr and warble in deep rumbling tones. He never got used to it, but he loved to learn the new traits of his beloved. Right now he was unfortunately barely conscious but finally in his regulated form, so Lan Wangji exhaled deeply in relief.

They needed to get home before a predator smelled all of this carnage. He could admire his husband properly after a well-deserved bath.

Ah, what a mess.

“Lan Zhaaan…” Wei Wuxian whined, whimpering as his husband scrubbed his body none-too-kindly to get rid of the rotten smell on his skin. “You’re too rough!”

“So were you.” Lan Wangji quietly quipped as he scrubbed. “You’ll be alright.”

Wei Wuxian only whined louder, but still did nothing to fight his husband as his arm was lifted to wash away the red stains. “So cruellll…My husband is so cruel.”

“Mn.” Lan Wangji rinsed his hand and brought it to his nose to have a small sniff, humming quietly in satisfaction as it seemed to have come clean easier than he thought. “This will not be happening again.”

“Sorry Lan Zhan…” Wei Wuxian pouted but then sighed, leaning his head to rest on the edge of the tub.

“...I meant…” The angel glanced at his husband and returned the sigh. “I’m at fault.”

“Huh?” Wei Wuxian’s head popped up and he blinked, watching the other take a brush to his claws to get blood and viscera out from under them. “But I-”

“Every time I entered the room while you were eating raw meat, you would have it taken away.” Lan Wangji supplied, before quietly kissing the back of his husband’s now clean hand. “I am responsible for your detrimental behavior. You were trying to avoid disgusting me. But…Wei Ying, it is part of you. I cannot be disgusted by you.”

The demon stared at the other for some time, trying to argue, but didn’t know what to say…ah, he had gone back to his old habits hadn’t he? “I…that’s not your fault. I let myself get carried away, I didn’t want to make you sit through such a smell when it affected you so, and…well, I should have eaten it in another room but I wanted to see you...and…”

“Mn.” The angel smiled subtly as he lifted his head, as if waiting for the other to continue speaking, and it brought a beloved, curling warmth to Wei Wuxian’s chest.

“You can’t look at me like that, Lan Zhan…my poor heart…”

Lan Wangji sighed affectionately and placed the wash cloth aside, leaning in to kiss his husband gently and brush his wet locks onto his back. “I am quite the criminal.”

Wei Wuxian chuckled quietly and smiled while the angel drained away the dirty red water, purring now while the other washed the remaining smell off of him. “My husband is insatiable.” He whispers, in no way not noticing the lingering touches on his sensitive body.

“You need to smell like me.” Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle smile in them as his husband’s face flushed in deep hues. “I’ll make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Thankfully, it was quite gentle this time around.

With each breath, each beat within their chests, their souls sang:

I love you, I love you, I love you.

If death couldn’t separate the two, surely no curse could tear them apart.

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This is set in the future and will probably take place after the events of COI (or, maybe it will be just a future chapter of COI, who knows until I get there) but I hope you all enjoyed reading this. if it ends up doing poorly on here for whatever reason I hope you'll hold out for when it's posted on Ao3 one day!

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