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ren looked around curiously. this had at one point been his home, he assumed. he could only remember bits and pieces and even those were hazy to some degree. yet not all that much had changed. the general sure lived comfortably though. such a big spacious and aesthetically pleasing room... hmm, ren couldn't help a small grin. he had expected nothing less for jingyuan. it was only because of him that the script worked out so flawlessly last time. he was a gentle spirit, wasn't he? freeing the reincarnation of dan feng and even letting blade rush through their fingers like sand. he couldn't know why, but nonetheless did he feel grateful to a small degree.

"you're inviting me?" he leaned forward, one leg swung over the other idly. "but you don't even know what for? did you just send it thinking i would shrug it off? that's certainly bold, general." slightly amusing, he didn't think ren would come over... but it wasn't like the brooding swordsman was awfully busy. these days he had quite a bit of time to waste and he'd rather not spend it buying the ladies their hygiene products again.

"destiny's slave sounds almost sexy." he chuckled lowly but was surprised to find the general so close, practically locking him between himself and the table. he didn't really mind. he was not a stranger to pure attraction. he supposed that, too, might be a former sensation that belonged to yingxing.

"tea sounds splendid though, general." almost playfully he rubbed his leg against the other's thigh but soon let it fall back and looked over to the starchess board. "i fear, i would be a very mediocre opponent for you. i wouldn't want to bore you."

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            ❝  finally deigned me a visit  ??  ❞  dan feng jokes softly  ,  lifting the steaming cup of tea to their lips  ,  blowing a soft breath across the top to cool the surface before taking a cautious sip  .  ❝  ugh . . . hot  ,  ❞  he huffs  ,  sticking out his tongue as if it'd cool the scalded appendage  .  setting down his own cup  ,  he reaches to pour the other a cup and gently pushes it towards the seat across from him  ,  ❝  well  ??  are you going to keep staring or are you going to join me  ??  ❞  dan feng asks  .

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            ❝  are you not curious at all to what i dreamt about in penacony  ??  ❞  stelle asks with a tilt of her head  ,  ❝  you didn't seem at all concerned when i said i dreamt about you while i was there  ,  ❞  she hums  ,  wondering if the general would take the bait  .  there was nothing special about the dream . . . if anything  ,  it was more like a normal VISIT from jing yuan and then he was gone  .  but she wonders if he'd bite the bait . . .

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He shows up in the Astral Express, holding a blue envelope decorated with a golden dragon. He's planning on just leaving it atop some table... he doesn't want to bother Dan Heng. Inside, there's an invite to see the peach trees in full bloom, a festival in the Luofu.

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The invitation from Jing Yuan for all the members of the Express to come back to the Luofu and join them for the Wardance festival had already been received and accepted and the younger trio were bound there in two days time after packing and ensuring everything on the Express itself was ready to be left while he, March, and the Trailblazer were down on the Luofu and Welt and Himeko were off with their own research stop for the Herta Space Station.

Jing Yuan's plan to leave the additional invitation in the Parlor Car unnoticed had gone off successfully, and it was Dan Heng who came in by himself after going back through just a few more Archive records to ensure he had as much of the databank updated before he was gone for a few weeks.

The dragon alone had been enough of an indicator that the contents of the envelope were meant for him. Even with the other Express members being aware of his being a Vidyadhara, none of them had a connection to dragons in any way like he did. So opening the letter and seeing the words meant for his eyes scrawled out, as soon as Dan Heng was done reading his phone was being pulled out of his pocket so a response text message could be sent that would at least get there before he did so Jing Yuan knew that the invitation had been received.

text: [ I'm happy to accept this additional invitation. Getting to see something else from home that I've yet to see will be a nice way to spend some of the time down there. ] @noctether

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ren  couldn't  help  meowing  like  mad  when  something  rolled  almost  onto  him.  hey,  watch  it.  not  my  fault  i  am  a  small  kitten  right  now!  he  couldn't  help  hissing,  fearing  the  possible  outcome,  of  being  thrown  out  once  more  and  onto  the  cold  damp  street.  he  didn't  want  that,  it  was  also  still  raining  outside.  he  couldn't  stop  shivering,  mostly  because  he  was  so  wet  and  cold  but  also  because  the  very  thought  of  being  back  on  the  street  horrified  him  to  no  end.

he  was  quite  surprised  however,  the  man  seemed  to  be  quite  nice.  he  was  a  bit  of  a  bad  bitch  in  the  shower  thought,  no  matter  how  gentle  the  stranger  was.  he  sometimes  tried  to  push  his  arm  away  even  if  his  paws  made  zero  difference.  he  was  not  scratching  the  man  though,  was  careful  not  to.  he  just  wasn't  used  to  being  bathed...  and  he  couldn't  help  hissing  when  the  man  also  wanted  to  clean  his  back,  most  especially  his  butt.  that  was  just  embarrassing  man,  catch  a  hint.

he  soaked  up  the  praise  nonetheless,  sincerely  hoping  he  wasn't  totally  turning  into  some  sort  of  baby  kitten  that  beamed  at  its  owner's  praise...  he  couldn't  even  have  an  owner,  he  was  a  strong  independent  man!  the  pout  on  the  other  man's  face  made  him  wonder  though,  if  he  really  wouldn't  mind  staying  here.  dude  was  freaking  handsome,  long  white  fluff  hair,  golden  warm  hues,  apparently  a  heart  for  kitties  and  holy  cow,  were  those  pecs  for  real?  one  of  his  paws  stretched  forward,  touching  his  clothed  abs.  well.  he  wasn't  a  fake.

perhaps  it  wasn't  so  bad  to  stay  here  until  he  had  it  all  figured  out,  so  he  merely  cuddled  close  to  the  man,  very  very  very  loudly  and  obviously  purring,  even  snoring  a  little  at  the  comfort  the  stranger  was  offering  him.  yeah,  he  was  a  good  man,  he'd  stay  here.  maybe  he  could  even  get  free  human  food...  woah...  steak...

"meoooow."  he  stretched  all  fours,  finally  going  to  sleep.

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yingxing watched jingyuan with his weapon. he was good to leave this behind, and the fact that all borisins may be brought to their deaths with his own creations. he was satisfied with the knowledge he'd partake in the wars even long after he ceased to exist, but a part of warm arms reminded him that the time was not yet upon him. "i hope you don't, you fierce little lion. keep it close to you." little was a joke, jingyuan was almost a giant, but he was much like a lion. just as fierce and fast, but also as majestic with golden bright hues. jingyuan was indeed a very beautiful man, manly, grown up.

he was surprised for jingyuan to hide his face against his neck, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. if he wanted to indulge in this affection, then yingxing was more than happy to give it back to him. he was no stranger to wanting to feel a steady bond, to have a companion, maybe even a lover. someone to hold onto at night, to brush his hair, to whisper sweet nothings, to snuggle up to in cold nights, to kiss... and to love, without any sort of restrain. to let carnal greed reign.

"just as much as you are my treasure, jingyuan." he reached up to pat the man's unruly mane, soft flocks of white hair. "wield it well, defeat all your enemies and return to me. to us."

oh, right, he shouldn't let that greed and need show. he'd only make this pure radiant man unhappy.

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"you've pounded into me like a wild lion." jingyuan was truly happy that the man stayed over. it was obvious by how he kissed him, how much he buried himself into the swordsman over and over again, until very late night before they fell asleep next to each other and when he heard the man's voice, ren didn't even bother opening his eyes. it was way too early, even if his back still hurt a little, which totally did not mean that he didn't highly enjoy all that they had done. it was more than lovely. jingyuan made him feel like there was something good to this life of eternity. it gave him meaning again. he could even connect a lot more with his hunter companions.

had he even slept? he wasn't sure, but jingyuan was full of energy. oh well. he did ask to brush his hair once, that much he could not deny. sitting up slowly, he accepted the brush and gently led it through that unruly mane of the general. he was all too much like a lion, but he did give it his best to not hurt jingyuan and to make his hair look good and to also tie it up like he usually did, but it was difficult to do on another person, so it looked quite a bit clumsy. "now... can we get back to bed."

he dropped back down. "or... what are your plans for today, big lion?"

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[ SHAVE ]: Dan Heng sits in Jing Yuan's lap so he can carefully shave the last of Jing Yuan's stubble from his face.

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            their breathes mingle with on another  ,  silence encompases the both of them and the only sound was clothes rustling  .  dan heng had a finger hooked beneath jing yuan's chin  ,  tipping the other's head back just a bit as he gently worked the blade over the male's skin  ,  scraping away hair and cream from the general's skin  .  an intimate and quiet moment as their bodies pressed close  ,  jing yuan baring his neck to dan heng and allowing the dragon to hold a blade to his skin  .  handing over complete control to dan heng  ,  jing yuan's eyes are shut and his hands loose on the vidyadhara's waist to help steady dan heng  .

            with utmost focus  ,  dan heng doesn't want to accidentally nick jing yuan and had shushed the general early on when the man tried to speak . . . to a point where jing yuan finally conceded and gave up trying to conversate  .  dan heng carefully manipulates jing yuan's head  ,  making sure he has gotten all the spots  before shifting to lean back and properly sit upon the general's lap  ,  having been hovering over jing yuan's lap the entire time . . . relief comes as a soft sigh  ,  his thighs will surely ache later from the exertion  ,  the shaving blade is abandoned to the small table next to them as dan heng reaches further to grab a towel and his balance shfits  .

            a soft gasp as he nearly falls off  ,  if not for jing yuan's quick reflex to draw him back  ,  tugging the archivist back against his chest  .  pressed closely now  ,  dan heng looks down upon jing yuan's golden eyes and flushes at how close they are  .  he spent the entire time trying to maintain a respectable distance  ,  but now that they're so close  ,  he can't help but to be conscious of this . . . a towel in his hand  ,  he coughs softly  ,  ❝  i need . . . to wipe your face  ,  ❞  he averts his gaze  ,  quickly smothering jing yuan's face with the moist towel  .

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imagine being gifted a private dance, at such an establishment. ren couldn't have imagined. he was a model student, broody and closed up, but his grades were excellent and his reputation was flawless. he was certainly called a teacher's pet before but to become successful one had to firstly graduate with flying colors, then he could perhaps start something that would go down in history. what exactly that was, he didn't really know yet but he wanted to create something ever lasting, even if it was just a well used app all over the world. he was good at coding, also majored in web design and often wore thick rimmed glasses just to keep people away from him but his dumb nerd friends thought it was funny if they took those off of him and place him in this... club? he didn't even know. on his own accord he would have never come here, but oooh well. that man was an astonishing sight for sore eyes,

he was like a lion, so well trained, so majestic. he could use his body well, clearly great at using his body and it did make sense why he worked here and why he worked this job. it was perfect for him, like he was meant to entertain people, maybe... even more but, ren was not going to ask. he was... hopefully not meant to talk at all. he'd probably say something dumb or worse; embarrass himself.

a whole night? they paid for a whole night? oh. OH. ren tried to muster a smile. "h-hey. yeah... my friends, they're... great," ren explained and was so smooth he wanted to hit himself. but if those arms weren't awfully distracting, then what else were they? he risked a look, watched those veins bulge, those muscles on clear display.

it wasn't even that ren wasn't well trained, but his body was built rather differently. sometimes he thought it was a shame, but such broad shoulders probably didn't suit him.

he couldn't take his eyes off the rest of his body either. god, maybe he should have just jerked off prior to all this. just to let go of the incredible amount of arousal he felt right now just being way too close to his man.

but what would those pecs feel like---no, ren, focus.

focus on what exactly?? the way those hips moved so sinfully? how he pressed his abs against his chest? how that skin felt? or how his head was so rather strongly pressed against the man's pecs? and yes, they did feel good. he wanted to get his hands on him, but he didn't even know all that was allowed here, so... he sat there, looking up curiously.

"you know how to make anyone go insane, don't you? if i pop a boner, would i need to be embarrassed?"

he wouldn't be the first one to be horny, right? but all of this was new to ren. he had never explored his needs and wants. he barely ever laid a hand on himself. he would be the most embarrassing virgin ever. maybe he should let jingyuan know he wasn't worth his time.

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It’s pretty obvious that Jing Yuan enjoys his job. He likes the attention, thrives in it. The thing that he likes the most, however, is to watch pretty boys going insane because they didn’t know they would like it. Just like what’s happening right now.

“Hi,” greets the dancer, a charming smile on his lips. He ignores the pole on behalf of approaching the man, setting both hands over the couch he’s sitting, effectively trapping the man between his exposed arms. “Someone very nice got you a night with me.” He has heard that the man graduated from his course, and Jing Yuan is experienced enough to know what to do. Fairly, he was there to dance only, but looking at how pretty the man is… maybe he can allow some more.

Jing Yuan is dressed only in a pair of black leathered clothes. It’s a mix of jeans and leather, though, so he looks more wild than slutty. His hair is gathered in a high ponytail, soft locks fanning his face. He approaches Ren with a smirk, almost allowing their lips to touch before his head dips lower, taking a whiff of Ren’s perfume. “Let’s dance, pretty boy?”

The music starts not much long after. Jing Yuan climbs atop Ren, moving his thighs and hips to the rhythm of the music, slow and sensual. He’s basically rubbing his abs on Ren’s chest, pressing Ren’s head against his pecs and using one hand to tilt the man’s chin upwards, so they can lock eyes. The grip is just a little stronger, a tentative to know what the other likes. Oh, Jing Yuan is going to have fun with this one.

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he was aching for jingyuan's touch, for his lips, his body, his skin, his everything. he could understand yingxing a lot better now. the feeling was intoxicating, how lovely these lips felt against his own, so soft and sweet, yet fierce. he could lose himself in the feeling of the general's lips. perhaps it were the feelings his former self held for the man, silently wondering how they became to be a couple, how often they indulged in such acts. a hand gently raised to land on jingyuan's cheek, cradling his face in the most tender of ways while his pants were straining, his arousal leaking. he was already fully jingyuan's and couldn't even deny it, his body was most obvious about ren's feelings. he didn't even dislike jingyuan, never did really. he may had been out for vendetta but that was not against jingyuan. the man even freed him and to this moment he didn't understand why. why leave a sinner go, perhaps it was a rather egoistic sort of reason.

"all of you," ren repeated, rather impatient. it had been... perhaps centuries since he felt another human touch, the warmth of someone else, such a connection. he didn't think it was possible, that thre would be a time someone would invite and welcome him, take him out into the garden and do all of these things to him with the stars as their only witness. never had ren expected anything of this, but perhaps he had been hoping for something deep within that ren could not distinguish for he never considered having such feelings.

he gave jingyuan the lead, made no competition, let his tongue be sucked on and moaned against the other's lips rather shamelessly. he was needy, he was starving, he had no will to put up a fight or demand domination, maybe a part of him enjoyed someone else taking the reigns, but he soon lay back down, hooded eyes looking down at jingyuan at what these lips were doing to his body, how his tongue played with his belly button and whimpered softly when his naked erection was grabbed, slick smeared across the head.

the red on his cheeks grew worse, hearing jingyuan spit out all of these compliments. gorgeous? him? a million scars, tired eyes, mara struck body? was he truly what jingyuan said? "that's not---yuan---" he wanted to retort something, but it remained stuck and instead he moaned softly, lips falling open with how wonderful it felt to have jingyuan's lips around one of his nipples. his cock was twitching wildly, feeling neglected. ren needed more, impossibly more.

eat him? ren's eyebrow was raised a little, but in the end he didn't question it, only looked into these hungry golden hues, goosebumps spreading across his body like wildfire, all in anticipation of what he'd do to ren. "what are you..." he tried to use his elbows for support, sitting up slightly but that tongue on his dick was distracting, head falling back at how awful a tease jingyuan was. "jingyuan.... please don't make me wait."

To say that Jing Yuan was surprised with the kiss would be underestimating Ren’s power over the General. It was such a sweet, soft contact, that it felt much more like a lover’s kiss than the situation they were currently at. Of course, Jing Yuan gave back just the same amount, with enthusiasm behind each movement. He tried to express his feelings through that kiss, to show Ren just how much he wanted him, needed him. It was slow and careful, methodical, carrying concealed desire wrapped in love with each swipe of his tongue. He really hoped that Ren would feel his love, even though he knew that keep his hopes up wouldn’t result in anything particularly good for him. But this, how Ren reacted when Yuan’s mood dropped— it seemed so much like he was worried for Jing Yuan instead of only trying to get their sexual exchange to progress.

A hum was all what Ren got back from his apologies, but Jing Yuan’s face did have a tint of color on it, the hint of a smile back to his lips. Ren kissed him like a lover, and this was something that Jing Yuan didn’t expect at all yet welcomed wholeheartedly.

Things changed when Yuan requested that Ren begged for him, because Ren just laid there, atop the table, still looking very much like a meal. Jing Yuan could feel his hardness, and it was so terribly irresistible… but he really wanted to hear Ren asking for it. However, as time went on and Ren kept trying to avoid him, Jing Yuan decided that maybe he had gone too fast after his reward. He could also have Ren begging a bit more in front, when he’s already inside—

All thoughts stopped with the sudden movement of the black haired, golden eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then Ren spilled his begs, and oh, Jing Yuan is just a man. “I will,” he breathes out, grabbing Ren’s face with one hand. Yuan approaches Ren’s lips with his own, not kissing him just because he wants to keep talking. “I’ll make you feel me. All of me, Ren. All of what I have to offer you.” He’s talking about much more than just his dick. Finally, Yuan kisses Ren again, this time different than that sweet kiss Ren gave him. It’s claiming, needy, and heady. Jing Yuan sucks Ren’s tongue inside of his mouth, tilts his head for some breath, and then dives right back in, tongue dancing as it guides Ren’s.

While this exchange goes on, Yuan’s hand had made it into Ren’s pants. He gripped Ren’s cock with a steady and strong grip, feeling him up. His thumb pressed against the wet slit and the General moaned on Ren’s lips; he wanted a taste. “You’re so wet for me.” That man licks Ren’s lips, and then slowly drags Ren back to be lying on top of the table. Jing Yuan goes down on him, placing open mouthed kisses down his throat and cleavage. By the time his hand starts to move, spreading that slick from Ren’s slit down to his shaft, Yuan’s mouth is already on Ren’s chest, placing a peck on these pecs he could just admire before. “Gorgeous,” Yuan murmurs, bewitched. “You are so handsome, Ren.” He loves how strong Ren is, how his muscles bulge from him. He loves Ren’s chest, his thick waist, his strong hips. Jing Yuan licks the nipple into his mouth and sucks, just enough to be felt. He will play with them later, when he has some more reason in his mind.

“I’ll eat you,” says the General when his mouth reaches Ren’s belly button. He had licked his way down there, and dipped his tongue inside, loving the reactions he could take out of Ren. His hand was still leisurely holding Ren’s hardness, and it didn’t take long until Jing Yuan was placing kisses on the base of the shaft, kissing a trail up to the head, and menacingly licking the slit. But that wasn’t his goal at all. No, he wanted something else, something more intimate. Ren’s legs are set atop his shoulders and Jing Yuan looks at him with hunger into these golden eyes of his. He’s really going to eat Ren— and oh, Ren’s going to love being devoured.

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ren looked down, watching jingyuan's sad expression. it was so vivid, looked so hurt and vulnerable. red orbs soaked up the other's feelings, did he... feel this much for him? no, for yingxing, but even his end would have come inevitably. the way he was now---he could be much longer around jingyuan---no, that was not his goal, but still. seeing those eyes look so hurt, he couldn't bear it. he grabbed the other's face, softly and gently cradling those cheeks before he leaned up to push his lips against the general's. it was nothing but sweet and tender, had ren's cheeks coated in a bright layer of red as he leaned back down, listening to jingyuan's pleas. it was like he was telling him there was more to living than pain and regret, than hate and misfortune, than all the things ren had been feeling for years now and when he looked at jingyuan he might even believed that. believed him. if he could hold his warmth so close to his body, perhaps this world wouldn't be so cold.

"sorry," ren murmured, didn't mean to make his lion sad. eyes fell closed, reminding him jingyuan wasn't his... yingxing was his steady companion and he would have to deal with his feelings and thoughts, but they were not one and the same person, even if their body was the same, just that ren looked like he had gone through endless wars judging by the scars that were left behind.

"hnngh---yuan---" ren groaned when their hips were pushed together again. the friction so bittersweet, had him twitch for more, hips bucking up to feel more of the other male. it almost distracted him from the general's teeth currently sinking into his skin, leaving marks all over him, lips sucking on his skin and it had ren toe his curls for a moment, unable to do anything to but receive all that jingyuan was willing to give until he stopped and a hand teased him through his pants. agonizing, knowing that if he did not beg, he'd not receive anything.

he looked at jingyuan for a very long moment, not saying a thing. ren did not beg. he never begged. he might have begged for his life when jingliu stabbed him with a thousand spears, but... to beg for something so intimate? to beg to be taken? to beg for jingyuan? ren's eyes were everywhere and nowhere, he couldn't. he just couldn't beg. instead he lay back down completely, just staring up at the ceiling.

beg. beg. beg. beg. beg. beg. beg.

the voice in his head was driving him crazy and he would like to know if that was part of himself or the mara becoming rather impatient. it was the same as in a battle, if he didn't kill, it just wouldn't shut up. what was the use of hanging onto pride that didn't exist anymore? wasn't he nothing but a tool and right now just a mess of wants and needs that all spelled jingyuan's name?

hands rested on his face, nails gently dragging down his cheeks before he sat up hastily, hands fisting into jingyuan's shirt. "will you please fuck me? please undress me, let me feel your hand, those lips, whatever it is you have in mind. please, want me the way i want you, please, push yourself deep into me, please stay there, don't just let me go again, please. you asshole----" he bit down on his bottom lip at the last insult.

making him beg like this, ren felt the blood boil beneath his skin. "making me do this, you're awful." he clung to the other man's shirt, staring into the other's eyes with his own glassy ones. "i want to feel you, jingyuan, just... please, make feel me feel you."

breathe new life into me.

It’s not new for Jing Yuan that Ren’s resolution lies on death. It was the fate they envisioned for Yingxing, and Jing Yuan was, and is, fully aware that it is an outcome for everyone. He even wonders when it will come for Ren, if he’ll still be alive until then or if this shell that once held Yingxing will eventually turn into just it: a shell, with any kind of ambition or desire gone, without a goal or a purpose. Death might be a better road for Ren, and Jing Yuan knows it, he really does— but accept it, think that this is all what they could have, it’s still too painful for the General.

Thus, he prefers not to think about it. Every time that Ren brings it up, he wants to shut Ren’s lips with his own, softly, slowly, and make him remember that being alive is not only pain and suffering. But Ren is doomed, something he did to himself, with some of Dan Feng’s and Jingliu’s help. Who he is, who he will become… it’s not much different when it comes to a dead man, is it?

“Don’t talk like that,” Yuan can’t stop himself when he says it, can’t help it. Pain flashes on his face, eyes downcast with hurt. “Please, not when I’m with you.” He doesn’t want to be reminded by Ren himself that this is going to end. It is enough to suffer when Ren’s not nearby, when he can have his mind back to think. Now, here, where Ren can fully get his focus, Jing Yuan would rather keep his mind set in this lust between them, in what they are doing. It sounds as terrible as he feels, he knows, but he needs it for himself. He’s not sure what will be left of him when he accepts that Ren is going to leave to never come back— and he doesn’t know where it will leave them at.

Hands splay over Ren’s abdomen, holding his hips, and helping him roll them against Yuan’s. “Just this,” whispers the General, eyes closed. “Let’s just do this. Focus only on this.” Yuan then bites down on Ren’s shoulder, hard. The next bite is placed on Ren’s neck, followed by a suction. His tongue laps at the mark, and Yuan goes down slowly, biting the white skin displayed like an offering. “I’ll mark you as mine, Ren.” He makes a point of not saying Yingxing’s name, something he’s been training secretly when no one is looking even since he saw Ren’s portrait as wanted by the IPC.

Finally back to focus, Yuan set a hand over Ren’s groin, holding the hardness he feels, caressing it right after. “Ask me for it, Ren.” Slowly, he opens the trousers, albeit keep it between his hand and Ren’s crotch. Jing Yuan wants to hear him beg.

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it's nothing but primal need, a small whimper squeezed past tightly closed lips upon feeling the man's hips against his own. his body trembled at the onslaught of kisses, how sweet they felt, how they seemed to absorb him, how wonderful, how much he wanted more of those, more of jingyuan. perhaps he could understand yingxing a lot better now, but what did all of this mean? he could indulge in this once, couldn't he? he'd have to leave anyways, he didn't need to come back. right, just once he could enjoy this, the feeling of jingyuan so close, his scent dulling his senses, his lips sating his hunger, his hips giving him stability. just once, just once.

"to your people i am a sinner. i follow the script of a man who can see the future and my final goal lies in death. there's no merit to this..." eyes looked down to catch golden hues, so utterly beautiful, so alive and shining. wouldn't he be tainting someone so strong? ren didn't know. he didn't know what he want. his mara wanted nothing more than for the swordsman to be utterly devoured by this man and ren liked to believe yingxing wanted this, too, his body felt like it was on fire. if jingyuan stopped, he might go insane. if he left jingyuan, he would miss him, wouldn't he? such a disgusting sweet feeling, which only spelled misfortune and dependence.

but he couldn't stop the emotions lying dormant inside of him. this immense craving. yingxing loved this man with his entire being and the weight of those feelings was so utterly heavy, he felt like he was suffocating and if jingyuan did nothing to fix this need, then he'd rip those clothes from him and take what the general implied to impale him on. he needed it, it could fix him.

he could feel the other's tongue on his chest, his neck, his breath on his face, his sultry voice so close to his lips. he could feel his heartbeat drowning out every other noise and before he could even say anything, ren felt a pair of lips against his own, fearing the sheer impact would make his heart escape his chest or that jingyuan could hear it with his body so close, that soft press and weight, so familiar and delicious, it made him buck up his hips to meet the general's, soft moans spilling past his lips, coaxed open by the other's tongue and if he could concentrate on the kiss... perhaps he would have, but his pants only grew tighter and his air intake became seemingly smaller.

"you already own all of me." ren breathed slowly, rugged, body still slightly trembling in need for the other man. hands moved up slowly, trailing over the other man's shoulders, hooded eyes watching that tongue work on his nub, how warm and wet it felt, how it send a spark of pure hot craving down to his core. "and i like that. put your claim on me that i may never belong to anyone else."

“Are you my enemy?” Asks the General without missing a beat. His lips have been busy, pressing sweet kisses all over the expanse of Ren’s skin. It’s a different skin from Yingxing’s Jing Yuan knows, and he’s all the happier to be able to press kisses there. It’s as if he’s rediscovering something, so utterly familiar yet terribly new. He likes the feeling, the newness of everything. Ren’s warm under his kisses and Jing Yuan gives him what he wants by forcing their groins together when he feels legs wrapping around his waist.

Truth being told, he doesn’t want to get caught either. It is dangerous to his position. However, they are at Jing Yuan’s place, where everyone is fully loyal to the manor’s master. The only person that could cause them problems by entering the garden without being announced beforehand is Yanqing, and even this one would stay with his mouth shut. Granted, Jing Yuan wishes not to plaster such a sight in his student’s eyes. But he’s also extremely weak to Ren, to a point that he might just let the possibility of being caught happen. “No, Ren. You might be enemy of the Xianzhou, of the IPC.” His lips are atop Ren’s chest now, the kisses pressed over the skin becoming more open-mouthed. Jing Yuan licks a stripe of skin up from Ren’s chest to his neck, following the curve of his Adam’s apple, up his chin, until he’s hovering near Ren’s lips. “But not mine.”

It feels so right to kiss Ren after this. He’s close, he’s expecting, and Jing Yuan has absolutely no reason (lots of them, actually) to deny their desires. He dips his tongue inside of Ren’s mouth, presses his body against Ren’s, feel the comfortable way they slide together. It’s so much passion. Ren’s no Yingxing, but he still tastes the same, and Jing Yuan moans into his mouth, hips bucking to meet Ren’s own. His hands stroke Ren’s sides and when they break from the kiss, Yuan lowers his mouth almost immediately, kissing Ren’s neck down to his shoulders. “I yearn for you, Ren,” murmurs the General on his beloved’s skin, hands finding Ren’s thighs while Yuan goes down on him. “Your hair on my hands, your skin on my lips.” Golden eyes look up as he takes a bare nipple to his mouth, toying with it by using the tip of his tongue. Yuan laps the nub first, then keeps going. “Won’t you let me have you?”

He doesn’t mean just one night stand. Jing Yuan wants Ren wholly, every part of his body and every speck of his attention. He doesn’t want it to be just some steam that got them there— but will take it if it’s the only thing Ren wants to give. However, it is important to the General to voice his wishes.

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"worry?" he spit out, what kind of emotion would that be? that he wasn't enough for the general? ren was no one to begin with, he couldn't be enough or not enough, he only ever had to follow a script and in due time he'd see his dearest wish fulfilled. eyes lingered unnaturally long on those beautiful golden ones, lips twitching, eyebrows furrowing. death was what he sought, not recognition... or passion... or what they had in the past. hadn't he forsaken all of that when jingliu muttered to him sweet words of revenge? not even his revenge, was it? all the thoughts in his head were utterly confusing, his heart skipping a beat upon feeling the other's hand settle on his soft red cheek. even though he regarded yingxing to be someone he was and isn't anymore, his body couldn't deny a thing. he was absolutely powerless. "i don't worry," he eventually mumbled but even that held no animosity.

eyes looked after his jacket, shrugged off before settling on jingyuan again. why did he have to look so stunning? so absolutely gorgeous in this light? how could one not get lost in those golden shimmering orbs or how his pecs were so nicely accentuated by his black shirt, not to mention a slim waist one wanted to wrap their arms around, the dip of his hips or those strong thighs. ren knew what lurked beneath the clothes and wasn't sure if that made things easier or harder to digest, not that he was given much of a moment when he found himself sprawled out on the desk----how did this happen?

eyes looked up curiously, spotting where they were and when eyes raked over the chairs, he could feel a slight wave of arousal hitting him. they'd enjoy their drinks here, he noted only to himself, but eyes immediately jumped open when he felt lips on bare skin, a trail of fire running along the trace of lips connecting the scars ren had been hiding for only a myriad of reasons. the fact that his body still existed was only thanks to the mara inside of him which was cursing through his veins, heightening all of his senses but leaving him ultimately vulnerable to the more primal---carnal sort of pleasure.

"letting me go was already a sin," he murmured, hips bucking upward in pure anticipation, "but kissing the enemy all over, what would that cost you?" he couldn't help tangling his hands in the lion's mane, lips slightly agape in a few heavy breaths and whimpers. not even one cell inside of his body could resist him---maybe didn't even want to. legs wrapped around jingyuan's waist, wanting him impossibly closer----to not leave him again.

"what if... anyone sees?" not like his servants didn't already see him but as much as he pretended not to care or willed himself not to do so, he never wanted to risk jingyuan's position. even if the memories were a haze or incomplete, there was not a single day the man did not treat yingxing with respect, care and perhaps, love.

A flush spread through his cheeks when he feels Ren going for his hand— and then his pulse skyrockets as he feels these lips on his wrist. Ren may not be trying to be seductive, but this doesn’t matter; is working. When a man has that kind of face, effort becomes unnecessary, and he’ll be gallant with or without intentions behind actions. Though Jing Yuan suspects, just a little, that Ren did have a few bad intentions. It’s in the pool of his eyes, the gold shimmering within his carmine pupils.

Then comes an… accusation? One white eyebrow rises as he hears Ren speaking about Yingxing, almost jealous of his own past self. At first, Jing Yuan is genuinely confused, but just as Ren keeps talking, things get clearer. The General sighs, soft smile on his lips. He approaches Ren once more, breaking the distance that man put between them. There is no distance necessary in Jing Yuan’s mind.

“Is this what worries you?” Asks him softly, hands settled on Ren’s cheeks once more. Jing Yuan could use many methods to show Ren that he’s no strange to roughness, and that he doesn’t search for soft love in him. But it wouldn’t be taken seriously. “That my seek for your passion is merely an attempt to reach echoes of the past?” Yuan sighs, thumb caressing these pretty cheeks. Then Jing Yuan waves his head, lowering his hands to help Ren off his jacket. “Words will not enter your thick skull, so do forgive me if I make you uncomfortable.”

Last words before hands find their way to Blade’s hips, pulling him into Jing Yuan’s waiting arms. The General guides them towards the gazebo, exactly where they’d be drinking under the moonlight. Instead of drinks, Jing Yuan sets Ren over the table, and shamelessly pushes him down over it, spread like a meal. Just like that, Jing Yuan goes down on him, pressing quivering lips atop old and new scars. He’s always been a manipulative little shit, but hey, it always worked— and it’s good to be able to use his skills when it really matters, when he really wants to.

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            oh  ,  he's certainly caught on  .   brow raising at jing yuan's words  ,  ❝  oh  ??  that's certainly not as beneficial as i thought it to be . . .  ❞  he hums  ,  ❝  cures have to be universal  ,  ❞  he chides  ,  watching the younger lean forward with nonchalnce  ,  still sipping the tea  --  cautious of the temperature  .  ❝  you haven't tried it with anyone  ,  so you're not sure of it's efficacy either  ??  ❞  he asks  ,  now he's just teasing  .  

            ❝  i'm sure i can adapt it . . .  ❞  dan feng says  ,  setting down his teacup gently  ,  ❝  tell me a bit more  ,  perhaps there is things to be learned  ,  ❞  he's partially serious about this  .  the healing arts is meant to make lives more comfortable  ,  so if there was something to be done for minor and daily ailments  ,  he should take the chance and learn it  .who knows  ,  maybe jing yuan is serious and not just TEASING for the sake of well . . . getting a reaction out of the elder  .  ❝  be a good boy and tell me  ,  a-yuan  ,  maybe i'll give you a treat later  .  ❞

Jing Yuan is starstruck by the light of the moon, its delicate but strong features, the long lashes and pale lips. But this isn’t anything new for the Lieutenant, who’s now much more used to the beauty he sees. Of course, this doesn’t mean that he’s less affected; no, on the contrary. It seems that every time he’s more bewitched by the same song and dance. “Something must come out, given that my rank often takes me away— giving me more headaches instead of relaxing moments.” Ever since becoming Lieutenant, Jing Yuan has been occupied due to diverse reasons, and thus, the time he has to spend freely lowered.

The man does cough on his tea when Dan Feng asks him to share the information, tip of his ears going red. Thankfully his hairstyle doesn’t allow them to be seen. What caught him off guard was not Dan Feng’s interest, but rather, that he might use it with other patients. “I’d not say that this method is suitable for practicing with just anyone.” Yuan clears his throat and sets his teacup back down. One elbow atop the table, hand into a fist to anchor his head, the white haired makes his best menacing expression as he leans into their shared space. “Even I haven’t tried it with anyone; the information was shared only through textbook, not practice. But if the High Elder would like to… I wouldn’t mind to, ah— help out.” He’s not very sure if Dan Feng has caught on what he means, but this doesn’t mean that he won’t try his luck.

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ren looked around when jingyuan suddenly dismissed the tea along with his servants. they scattered to the wind and the swordsman was almost worried for a moment. servants were not supposed to tell of their master's secret or form their opinions on political matters but they must have also thought jingyuan to be absolutely insane for inviting a former prisoner, daily sinner to their luofu. still, they did leave just like the general asked and ren had to think about that purr, almost intimate. rather befitting of a fine wild cat like him, ren mused but was ultimately disturbed when a hand found his chin and the man was rendered rather speechless for a second when bloodshot orbs gazed upon golden hues again. perhaps he could understand yingxing to a degree, there was this potential to get utterly lost in them, but ren wondered more about the thoughts that rested behind them.

lips trembled, eyebrows furrowed at the mention of jingyuan, insinuating that ren wanted to be plunged into by something that was very much like a spear. he huffed. is that what they enjoyed? the scent of the other's blood filled his nose, the mara enhancing almost all of his senses which was perhaps useful, but not always called for.

one hand reached up to grab jingyuan's wrist, leading it up to his lips. he could feel the blood flow beneath, not exactly steady but certainly not as erratic as his own. almost gently dragging his teeth over the pulse point he thought of biting down for a moment, but opted not to. perhaps he should not cause more conflict over the hunger he felt deep inside. still, with the other's taste on his tongue and scent seemingly invading his mind, he could feel images flashing in front of his eyes; of all the wonderful things they indulged in from feverish kisses, touching naked beautiful smooth pale skin, legs tangling and breath falling short, needs and wants being met in a rather passionate fashion, lips crashing against each other, hips meeting halfway to meet, pants and mewls, moans and groans, bittersweet tears as golden hues gazed upon his.

ren took a deep breath. no wonder he couldn't take his eyes off the lion or his hands would find him, would want to touch and tear off his clothes. it was the most natural of feelings; what ren and yingxing seemed to share awfully much. "was your yingxing honest with you?"

the raven moved just a step closer, hands dipping into the waistband of the other male's pants. it was to keep himself steady, less to entice the general. he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "brutally honest when he climbed onto your lap and purred for you." what was it jingyuan even wanted? ren was different, he could never give him the same sort of pleasure. was not that soft and talented artisan. he was only a blade, meant to cut down.

"i am only a sinner, my general. don't tell me this body would still give you satisfaction." ren let go to push off his coat, body riddled in bandages and scars. "is there even anything left for you to truly indulge in? just look at me."

Are memories that important? Do they shape a person? Is a personality just a gathering of memories and how to deal with situations? Jing Yuan has spent much time dwelling into these questions, musing about philosophies to try find where he would fit better when it comes to positioning. Now that he looks how familiar Ren’s body is to his own even though his memories are scrapples of a long-lost past, the thoughts come back into life. Would Ren’s body arch on his touch just like Yingxing did? Would Ren curl around him, fit on his lap, in between his arms, just like Yingxing once did? Would his body remember?

He’s partially certain now that it is a positive answer, and yet, would Ren want it? Jing Yuan is a ghost of his past. A past Ren threw away, forced to but also by his own will. Jing Yuan is fair when it comes to sharing the fault between the three sinners, what doesn’t mean he can’t see their motivations and understand their desires.

Leaving Ren without an answer for now, their fingers laced together as the General brings them to the garden. He’s without his top armor, just red pants and black sleeveless turtleneck, and his gloves allow him to feel the warmth of Ren’s skin. He’s always been warm, just like the fire in the smithy. But when Yuan turns around, he catches the other staring, and quickly understands what’s going on in that pretty head. “Ren,” purrs the General, forfeiting the servants and the tea with a wave of hand, so that he could focus on the man in front of him. “You should be more honest.”

He told Yingxing that at some point in time. Never really worked. That man was very shy, and the young Jing Yuan absolutely loved making a mess out of him. Things aren’t much different now. Jing Yuan reaches a hand to brush some hair off Ren’s face, then slides his fingers under Ren’s chin, and raises it. He’s so pretty, stunning and bewitching, and although Yuan misses the eyes of Yingxing, he’s also satisfied with Blade. “I will impale you in something else soon. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just be honest with me, my dear.”