[He is aggravated and he doesn't know why. All he knows is that he has to see Huaisang in person immediately. Of course that isn't difficult given their current situation, but he has to wait until Xingchen is resting before he speaks to him in a low, frustrated tone:]
A-Sang.
[His frown is more of a pout and he isn't sure how he wants to word any of his feelings.]
I'm not happy.
A-Sang.
[His frown is more of a pout and he isn't sure how he wants to word any of his feelings.]
I'm not happy.
[Huaisang is startled by Xue Yang's frustration, and the way that he seems only to wait until Xingchen is asleep before bringing it up. He's not quite sure what it is that Xue Yang wants to discuss without Xingchen, but he's immediately worried. Curling close, he studies Xue Yang's expression closely.] What's happened? What's wrong?
A-Sang? [ Yes, yes he did just use that intimate nickname for the first time ever. ]
Are you busy?
Are you busy?
[ Xingchen sets two mugs of hot chocolate down on the table in front of them and tugs his lover into his lap. He's not happy about that insult either. ]
That is a milder reaction than I was expecting from Hanguang-Jun.
That is a milder reaction than I was expecting from Hanguang-Jun.
Compromise isn't like him. Even in such desperate circumstances. And it is strange that he does not remember Xue Yang, either in person or by reputation.
[There are many aspects of this that Huaisang doesn't like and can't make sense of.
He curls into Xingchen's lap, grumbling softly and sipping at his hot chocolate. The honesty he's offering Xingchen in both words and mood is an enormous measure of trust, and not something he's used to.]
[There are many aspects of this that Huaisang doesn't like and can't make sense of.
He curls into Xingchen's lap, grumbling softly and sipping at his hot chocolate. The honesty he's offering Xingchen in both words and mood is an enormous measure of trust, and not something he's used to.]
[ He checks the gift basket one last time before leaving his apartment with it hanging from an elbow, his blindfold back in place. Chocolates, some incense sticks he'd found to be pleasant, high quality paints, a few pages of good quality paper, and some half bottle samplers of various alcohols. The basket itself is a pretty thing that can double as decoration or holding various items.
He is far more nervous than he's used to, heading for Huaisang's apartment unannounced. He knocks and waits patiently, head tilted down as he strives for calm. ]
He is far more nervous than he's used to, heading for Huaisang's apartment unannounced. He knocks and waits patiently, head tilted down as he strives for calm. ]
[Huaisang isn't expecting anyone, lounging around in his apartment watching porn on the network, but he turns that off quickly and rises. He's only in his undergarments, but that doesn't stop him going to the door and checking.
Grinning as he opens the door to see Xingchen, Huaisang greets him with a happy kiss, arms slipping immediately around his lover's neck.]
Grinning as he opens the door to see Xingchen, Huaisang greets him with a happy kiss, arms slipping immediately around his lover's neck.]
[There is a knock on Huaisang's door and, when he comes to answer, he will find a box waiting for him on the other side. Inside, there is a beautiful piece of jade artwork. The maple leaves should send a clear message of love.
There is a note too:]
A-Sang,
This is one of two pieces. You can guess who possesses its twin.
I love you.
Xue Yang
There is a note too:]
A-Sang,
This is one of two pieces. You can guess who possesses its twin.
I love you.
Xue Yang
[Huaisang opens the door only to find a box and no one to deliver it. He's paranoid by nature, nudging it slightly with his foot before carefully opening it to find a piece of jade. Still wary, he brings it all inside, frowning as he considers it until he finally finds the note underneath and relaxes.
Then he sends a text:]
You can't just drop off gifts and then disappear!! A-Yang!! Come here at once!
Then he sends a text:]
You can't just drop off gifts and then disappear!! A-Yang!! Come here at once!
A-Sang! Look, look! [He is very proud of the compliment! So much so that he is bouncing in place.] Does that make me noble too?
[Huaisang laughs at this cute enthusiasm.] Noble? Well, you are chivalrous. It's very sweet of you to be helping others. I'm proud.
I think in order to be noble you'd have to found a sect or marry a noble, however.
I think in order to be noble you'd have to found a sect or marry a noble, however.
After the first couple of hours, Huaisang has lost all sense of time and reality. There are so many halls, so many doors, so many glittering bodies and warm mouths, but he has to find his lovers. This is his fault, his temptation, his desire. It feels as though this party-turned-orgy is especially created to torment him.
The pretty blue gown he was wearing at the beginning of the evening has already been damaged. His underwear has long since been lost. His hole is slick with oil and other men's semen, dripping down his inner thighs.
When he sees the dark figure at the end of the hall, his instincts tell him to freeze. His fluffy squirrel tail twitches as he tries to assess. Is that thing even real? Is any of this real?
Prey instincts take over, telling him to run, and he darts away down the hall even though he knows it may very well already be too late.
The pretty blue gown he was wearing at the beginning of the evening has already been damaged. His underwear has long since been lost. His hole is slick with oil and other men's semen, dripping down his inner thighs.
When he sees the dark figure at the end of the hall, his instincts tell him to freeze. His fluffy squirrel tail twitches as he tries to assess. Is that thing even real? Is any of this real?
Prey instincts take over, telling him to run, and he darts away down the hall even though he knows it may very well already be too late.
The hungry figure at the end of the hall at least starts out as humanoid. But his eyes are like fire and he has too many teeth, and nothing about the way he watches the other man seems truly human.
Then Huaisang flees and the game is on. The demon stops pretending altogether.
Two steps down the hallway, some decision is made in his head that running down the corridor on two legs is going to take far too long. He's impatient to have something trapped and squirming beneath him now. So, the sound of human footfalls quickly give way to the sound of four sets of clicking claws and heavy paws pounding against the fancy tile, and his prey has two seconds before a whole lot of muscle and fur tackles into him from behind.
Then Huaisang flees and the game is on. The demon stops pretending altogether.
Two steps down the hallway, some decision is made in his head that running down the corridor on two legs is going to take far too long. He's impatient to have something trapped and squirming beneath him now. So, the sound of human footfalls quickly give way to the sound of four sets of clicking claws and heavy paws pounding against the fancy tile, and his prey has two seconds before a whole lot of muscle and fur tackles into him from behind.
A-Sang, I spoke with A-Chen. Remember, I told you I needed to?
[Awkward topic is awkward but less so because life is especially finite for two of their triad.]
[Awkward topic is awkward but less so because life is especially finite for two of their triad.]
Yes, of course. I'm at home. Do you want to come to me or should I come to you?
[He assumes that's a given, unless something is very wrong.]
[He assumes that's a given, unless something is very wrong.]
[A week or so after their discussion, Xue Yang will appear at Huaisang's door. He doesn't burst in - that doesn't feel right - so he knocks instead. He is sporting new bruises and cuts, but Xingchen has kept him out of worse mischief.]
[Huaisang's spent the week worrying about Xue Yang having disappeared. He knows he's with Xingchen a lot, so he doesn't push it. Xingchen will keep him safe, and Huaisang can live with the consequences of his decisions. He gasps, eyes lighting with hope, when he opens the door to see Xue Yang.
Biting his lip and tightening his fist to keep himself from immediately pouncing, Huaisang bounces a little on the balls of his feet, restless and hopeful.] Come in. Can I--can I hug you?
Biting his lip and tightening his fist to keep himself from immediately pouncing, Huaisang bounces a little on the balls of his feet, restless and hopeful.] Come in. Can I--can I hug you?
[ There's a small basket waiting for Huaisang one afternoon, card on top in Xingchen's hand simply saying who it's for and who it's from. ]
A-Sang,
I saw this and thought of you.
Xingchen
[ Within the basket is a fan painted with songbirds with a mountain in the background. But also a few choice teas Xingchen knows Huaisang likes, incense, some bath salts, and ingredients to make his favorite oil. ]
A-Sang,
I saw this and thought of you.
Xingchen
[ Within the basket is a fan painted with songbirds with a mountain in the background. But also a few choice teas Xingchen knows Huaisang likes, incense, some bath salts, and ingredients to make his favorite oil. ]
[Huaisang's pleased by the gift, but also sad and confused. He looks through everything, touched by the thoughtfulness, but then he sets it all back in the basket and curls up on the couch to text. Since Xue Yang left upset, Huaisang hasn't spoken to Xingchen in person, but he knows that Xingchen knows at least some of what happened, since Xingchen has assured him that Xue Yang is safe (relatively).]
Thank you, Xingchen, the gift is very kind.
Thank you, Xingchen, the gift is very kind.
I'm extremely proud, Wei-xiong! You're doing great.
[Original thread.]
I used to believe something along those lines.
How does romantic exclusivity fall into what you just described? Wouldn't that make it selfish love?
I used to believe something along those lines.
How does romantic exclusivity fall into what you just described? Wouldn't that make it selfish love?
Partially but such a thing is discussed between two partners - or more if they wish it - and if they both agree to this, then it is a promise. Many people adhere to the practice of romantic exclusivity and it is a choice of life that they not look elsewhere and their love is focused on each other. One might say that these ties remain strong because of that promise.
Breaking promises means breaking a union or redefining that union into something that suits them better. It is alright to redefine relationships. People change, it is part of growing.
I believe that when you think only of yourself and what desires are best for you without taking into account a partner's, then it is selfish. Talking to the one you love, communicating with them with frankness and love in your heart is the surest way to keep that relationship strongest. I find honesty to be the highest form of respect - for myself and those I love.
Breaking promises means breaking a union or redefining that union into something that suits them better. It is alright to redefine relationships. People change, it is part of growing.
I believe that when you think only of yourself and what desires are best for you without taking into account a partner's, then it is selfish. Talking to the one you love, communicating with them with frankness and love in your heart is the surest way to keep that relationship strongest. I find honesty to be the highest form of respect - for myself and those I love.
« Canon: « Designation: Dominant « Partnered: Contracted (Pending) « Preferences: Here 1. I don't believe that love is real. 2. Porn is better than people. 3. Birds are better than people. 4. I'm terrified of this place but I still like it better than home. 5. I stitched my brother's severed body back together with my own hands. |
[He is a mess, hobbling along the street until he reaches the right door. Raising a hand, he knocks, grimacing as his bruised knuckles - and wrists - ache from the impact. At least he had the foresight to wear a cloak, which leaves him mostly in shadow. This trip isn't about getting Huaisang in trouble.
But he does need information and... Time. With a friend.]
But he does need information and... Time. With a friend.]
[Huaisang's up on a step ladder arranging the hanging lights in the foyer when he hears a knock on his door. Curious but puzzled, he hops down immediately, heading for the door. When he sees Xue Yang he gasps, immediately drawing him inside and shutting the door behind him.] A-Yang!
[Huaisang cups his face gently, pulling him down and pressing their foreheads together. He doesn't quite dare to hug him, with the whipping that he knows Xue Yang received. Resting a light hand on Xue Yang's chest, he pours a little spiritual energy into him to help with his healing.]
[Huaisang cups his face gently, pulling him down and pressing their foreheads together. He doesn't quite dare to hug him, with the whipping that he knows Xue Yang received. Resting a light hand on Xue Yang's chest, he pours a little spiritual energy into him to help with his healing.]
Any idea on how to take care of...soreness?
I overdid it.
Speaking of which, is there anyone you need killed? That could ruin my reputation quicker and they'd probably come back, so what's the harm?
How is my little A-Sang anyway?I'll be glad when this is all over.
I overdid it.
Speaking of which, is there anyone you need killed? That could ruin my reputation quicker and they'd probably come back, so what's the harm?
How is my little A-Sang anyway?
Edited 2020-07-05 13:03 (UTC)
Healing salves or your golden core. I never learned how to make such things, but some of the shops around here sell salves for soreness.
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I can think of a couple of possibilities, but they'd be likely to make the connection from you back to me, and since people aren't likely to stay dead, that's a problem.
Don't you have a score to settle with Jin Guangyao, though?
... I'm doing well, A-Yang. I'm planning a housewarming party next week. I hope you'll come.
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...
I can think of a couple of possibilities, but they'd be likely to make the connection from you back to me, and since people aren't likely to stay dead, that's a problem.
Don't you have a score to settle with Jin Guangyao, though?
... I'm doing well, A-Yang. I'm planning a housewarming party next week. I hope you'll come.
[Huaisang recognizes the username at once. It's that very handsome gentleman from the network post with the beautiful table, the beautiful food, the beautiful suit. Huaisang had been altogether flustered by the combination, and had been busy picking out the perfect outfit for a response when Hannibal reaches out to him first. He's blushing as he composes a reply.]
Good evening. It would be my pleasure. I saw your post on the network and was very impressed by your personal appearance. It is a great honor that you consider my skills adequate for your wardrobe.
Would you prefer to come to my office for a fitting or for me to come to your residence?
Good evening. It would be my pleasure. I saw your post on the network and was very impressed by your personal appearance. It is a great honor that you consider my skills adequate for your wardrobe.
Would you prefer to come to my office for a fitting or for me to come to your residence?
cw this thread: bullying, beating, probably non-con, possibly monster fucking
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2020-07-17 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Huaisang had come to the down today to meet his puppy, and had messaged in advance so that Dirk would meet him at the elevator. Snuggling against Dirk's side as they walked, Huaisang laughed and teased him, enjoying his submissive's company as much as ever. As they walked, however, he noticed the figure of Meng Yao not far away, walking ahead of them down the street.
A wicked surge of temper rose up in Huaisang, an irresistible recklessness that he knew he perfectly well might regret later. "Puppy?" he murmured, voice sweet but with the slightest hint of viciousness. "Do you see that man up ahead there, in the pale gold? Grab him and drag him into a nice alleyway, will you?"
A wicked surge of temper rose up in Huaisang, an irresistible recklessness that he knew he perfectly well might regret later. "Puppy?" he murmured, voice sweet but with the slightest hint of viciousness. "Do you see that man up ahead there, in the pale gold? Grab him and drag him into a nice alleyway, will you?"
Dirk's mind had been on anything other than violence or destruction, strolling along with his Dominant in a state of contentment that he is still slowly getting used to... but when he hears that slight change in Huaisang's voice, it stops him dead in his tracks.
The tone immediately makes his proverbial hackles raise. And when he glances to Huaisang's face to verify the sinking feeling in his gut, that hollowness begins to fill with a little core of rage. Dirk may be a dense creature much of the time, but his instincts more than make up for it, especially for the subtle clues of anger and spite.
Whoever this guy is, he has done something against Huaisang, and that's all the demon needs to know. Without a word of acknowledgement, Dirk sets off ahead to catch up with the man dressed in gold. Just wandering on up, hands in his pockets until he gets close.
Once Dirk reaches him, he greets him with a bright, vicious smile. "Hi."
It's the only warning his target gets before he suddenly grabs for him to drag him into the nearby alley with far more strength than his human body should have.
The tone immediately makes his proverbial hackles raise. And when he glances to Huaisang's face to verify the sinking feeling in his gut, that hollowness begins to fill with a little core of rage. Dirk may be a dense creature much of the time, but his instincts more than make up for it, especially for the subtle clues of anger and spite.
Whoever this guy is, he has done something against Huaisang, and that's all the demon needs to know. Without a word of acknowledgement, Dirk sets off ahead to catch up with the man dressed in gold. Just wandering on up, hands in his pockets until he gets close.
Once Dirk reaches him, he greets him with a bright, vicious smile. "Hi."
It's the only warning his target gets before he suddenly grabs for him to drag him into the nearby alley with far more strength than his human body should have.
Spontaneous mid-coital fire aside, would you be interested in seeing what I'm capable of with my magic? I won't have an actual target for demonstration, but I've cleared a spot at the beach to cast.
If you've the time or interest, I'd enjoy your company.
[ He sends his location just before winking and cutting off the feed. ]
If you've the time or interest, I'd enjoy your company.
[ He sends his location just before winking and cutting off the feed. ]
Huaisang?
I'm moving into a house at the edges of the Up, but the walls need some work. I was hoping you would be willing to help?
[ Painting.
He means painting help.
s i g h ]
I'm moving into a house at the edges of the Up, but the walls need some work. I was hoping you would be willing to help?
[ Painting.
He means painting help.
s i g h ]
[Fortunately, painting is Huaisang's immediately assumption, since he wouldn't be much good at anything else relating to walls.] It would be my pleasure! Do you want me to do murals like at my place? Do you need any help with the interior decor and furnishings?
I talked to Yao at your party.
And we both survived.
And we both survived.
I'm... glad. [He's not really sure what else to say. His emotions about both of them are complicated.]
[ Sent: 4:30AM; a photograph of a small altar at the temple. Text accompanies the photo: ]
Just outside the residences. Incense is in the box beside it.
Just outside the residences. Incense is in the box beside it.
Are you home? I’d like to come over.
[WELL THAT’S CERTAINLY NEW.]
[WELL THAT’S CERTAINLY NEW.]
I am. Come over.
[Huaisang makes sure to send Xichen out for a few hours, since Meng Yao made no mention of him, and arranges for a text to be sent to Dirk in an hour just in case he needs a vengeful hellhound to turn up in an hour and fifteen minutes. Then he puts on a cute, flowy sundress and meets Meng Yao at the door.] Good afternoon, A-Yao. What's the occasion?
[Huaisang makes sure to send Xichen out for a few hours, since Meng Yao made no mention of him, and arranges for a text to be sent to Dirk in an hour just in case he needs a vengeful hellhound to turn up in an hour and fifteen minutes. Then he puts on a cute, flowy sundress and meets Meng Yao at the door.] Good afternoon, A-Yao. What's the occasion?
[There's a lot to unpack here.]
Isn't that the polite Lan boy?
Isn't that the polite Lan boy?
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