The spell isn't controlling him at the moment, though it is keeping him alive. Xue Yang almost prefers when his mind is blank and the magic is moving his body in some perverse form of puppetry. But the magic won't help him now.
He needs Huaisang.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he leans his forehead against the bars, "No one else gets that promise. Just you. You can write to him, that's fine, but I don't like it in here. I don't like being this way. I'm sorry I ever did this to Daozhang Zichen."
"I don't know," Huaisang repeats, pouting and fidgeting with unhappy nerves as Xue Yang tries to persuade him. "What if you hurt someone else? Then I'll get in trouble for letting you out. I'm really not supposed to." He fidgets more with his fan, backing away a little farther from the monster in the cage and looking fearful.
He can smell Huaisang. Soft scents. Scents that make him want to bury his face against the other man's robes and press his cheek to his skin. But he is moving further away and the scent is growing faint.
"Don't leave me." he whispers brokenly, "Huaisang, I'm serious. I can't stay like this. I don't want to be alone."
Huaisang hesitates, tempted by the unhappiness of the creature in the cage. He returns to the spot he'd been in before but comes no closer. Continuing his nervous fidgeting, Huaisang wrings his hands. "I really can't let you out. Wei-xiong would be so angry with me. Isn't there something else I can do? Do you want food? Wine? Books?"
His original plan had been to learn from this fierce corpse and see if he could use the information to try and revive his brother's fierce corpse. Now that was clearly useless, but he didn't know what to do instead, and Xue Yang's pleading made Huaisang feel defensive. He couldn't possibly trust Xue Yang.
"Your brother..." he breathes, the idea suddenly occurring to him, "You're thinking about him, aren't you, Huaisang?"
Xue Yang isn't a fool and he remembers beheading Mingjue. This is something he can help with; something he can barter with if Huaisang feels no pity for him.
"I remember how to do it. I can write it down for you." he glances at his shoulder, "Though that will be difficult. Did you find my arm?"
Food is useless. Wine even more so. Books...maybe. But he'll need a light to read them too.
Huaisang's breath catches and he retreats back a step, spooked by Xue Yang's correct guess. "Where can I find your arm? Aren't you careless, leaving it around like that?"
He's nervous about negotiating with Xue Yang, but he is tempted by the hope of being able to help his brother. As much as Huaisang wants to flee this situation, that hope tempts him to stay a little longer. "How do you know that it will work with my brother?"
"In the dirt in Yi City." he grumbles, "If the dogs haven't dragged it off by now."
Which is a disgusting possibility. Will his arm fight back? Huh. That's actually less disgusting. To him, anyway.
Poor dogs.
"I didn't get a chance to grab it." his dark gaze fixes on the smaller man and he smiles slowly, "Because I know the magic. I can feel it thrumming through me. It can bring your brother back and reanimate him."
Huaisang's cultivators have moved quickly, finding the arm and bringing it back before it could cause much more trouble. He has it locked in an iron box, holding onto it for now. Returning it to Xue Yang would increase his power, and Huaisang wants the option to use it as a bargaining tool.
Xue Yang's smile frightens him, and Huaisang trembles, dropping his eyes timidly so that he doesn't have to look at that intense expression. "Would he be lucid, the way you are?"
He has a feeling he hasn't seen the last of it and he can't decide if that's better or not. It's not like the arm will change his circumstances. Xiao Xingchen is still dead and he is still a Fierce Corpse.
"Probably. I expect him to be mad."
And out for blood. Mingjue was pretty stubborn in life. Death won't improve that trait.
"I'll see what I can do about your arm." He already has it, but he doesn't want to turn it over until it's advantageous.
"So you... you want me to let you out, and you'll serve me like you served Jin Guangyao and Wen Ruohan." Huaisang furrows his brow, laying this out slowly like he's still trying to puzzle it out. "But you're a fierce corpse now. You don't need food and rest and whatever else they gave you. How do I know you won't just slaughter me and my clan and then go on a rampage if I let you out?"
"I'll wait with bated breath!" he knocks his shoulder against the bars, feeling no pain when it should be agony, "Mm something like that." his eyes are lidded again and he licks his lips, "You're more my...type. We could have much more than a mere partnership, Huaisang."
He laughs and murmurs: "Orgasms are called little deaths sometimes, aren't they?"
Huaisang's eyes flared wide at that suggestion, startled to realize that Xue Yang was flirting with him. He ducked completely behind his fan, lowering it slowly to peek over the edge. "Are you even capable of that?"
His fan lowered a little more, still covering his mouth, and he tapped it against his lips twice. "Show me."
"Am I capable of what? Oh this?" Xue Yang turns to the side, readjusting the chains so that Huaisang can see the bulge at the front of his pants, "I might be colder than other lovers, but I'll be very eager."
Especially with two arms. That would help a lot! He chuckles and turns back to face Huaisang, eyes bright.
"So that's what you want..." he snickers, the sound a little breathless. Scooting the chains up, he manages to unfasten his pants and slip a hand inside. Pulling his cock free, he angles himself so Huaisang won't have any trouble seeing.
But he also wants to watch him. Biting his lip, he begins to stroke himself, shivering.
"Mmm it still works. But I...nn...doubt I could get...anyone...mm...pregnant."
"You'd have a hard time getting me pregnant anyway," Huaisang pointed out, blushing deeply as he watches this. He doesn't look away, always focused on either Xue Yang's expression or his cock. His own cock is hardening quickly, though it's hard to tell that through his layers of robes.
"I prefer men, so it wasn't much of a worry to begin with!" he gasps and strokes himself quicker, awed that he has Huaisang's undivided attention. He never thought he would!
"I like men...I can...mmm...really hold. No one too big. And...nn pretty faces. I like those too."
Huaisang's cheeks are burning as Xue Yang describes him. He can imagine it, being grasped in Xue Yang's arms, filled deeply by that lovely large cock. "I would expect a fierce corpse to be tireless. How many rounds can you go?"
"As many as you want." he slows his stroking and moves closer to the bars, never looking away from Huaisang's face. His cock twitches excitedly and his breathing catches.
"Oh, will you lull me to sleep?" Huaisang's fan finally lowers past his lips, which are curved in an amused smile. "Will you be so boring that I'm yawning?"
"Big claims." Huaisang licks his lips, blushing heatedly as he watches Xue Yang stroking himself. He's deeply tempted, but he's also not sure that Xue Yang is safe. If he lets Xue Yang out, he's not sure he can get him back in the cage. "How do I know you'd put any effort toward my pleasure? Probably you'd just take what you want and leave me hurt."
Making a low sound in his chest, he kneels down, his hand still wrapped around his cock.
"This is where I would start. I would use my mouth on you first, Huaisang. I'll suck and lick wherever you like until you can't take anymore." he barely suppresses a shudder, "Then I'll make use of those pretty oils I'm sure you possess. It's better if you're slick. I want you begging for me."
He raises himself onto his feet and tucks his arm behind him. His cock is still out in the open as he walks forward, a small intrigued smirk on his lips.
"Yes, noble lord?" he raises his brows in mock innocence, "Do you have some use for me?"
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He needs Huaisang.
"I'm not going to hurt you." he leans his forehead against the bars, "No one else gets that promise. Just you. You can write to him, that's fine, but I don't like it in here. I don't like being this way. I'm sorry I ever did this to Daozhang Zichen."
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"Don't leave me." he whispers brokenly, "Huaisang, I'm serious. I can't stay like this. I don't want to be alone."
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His original plan had been to learn from this fierce corpse and see if he could use the information to try and revive his brother's fierce corpse. Now that was clearly useless, but he didn't know what to do instead, and Xue Yang's pleading made Huaisang feel defensive. He couldn't possibly trust Xue Yang.
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Xue Yang isn't a fool and he remembers beheading Mingjue. This is something he can help with; something he can barter with if Huaisang feels no pity for him.
"I remember how to do it. I can write it down for you." he glances at his shoulder, "Though that will be difficult. Did you find my arm?"
Food is useless. Wine even more so. Books...maybe. But he'll need a light to read them too.
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He's nervous about negotiating with Xue Yang, but he is tempted by the hope of being able to help his brother. As much as Huaisang wants to flee this situation, that hope tempts him to stay a little longer. "How do you know that it will work with my brother?"
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Which is a disgusting possibility. Will his arm fight back? Huh. That's actually less disgusting. To him, anyway.
Poor dogs.
"I didn't get a chance to grab it." his dark gaze fixes on the smaller man and he smiles slowly, "Because I know the magic. I can feel it thrumming through me. It can bring your brother back and reanimate him."
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Xue Yang's smile frightens him, and Huaisang trembles, dropping his eyes timidly so that he doesn't have to look at that intense expression. "Would he be lucid, the way you are?"
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"Probably. I expect him to be mad."
And out for blood. Mingjue was pretty stubborn in life. Death won't improve that trait.
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"So you... you want me to let you out, and you'll serve me like you served Jin Guangyao and Wen Ruohan." Huaisang furrows his brow, laying this out slowly like he's still trying to puzzle it out. "But you're a fierce corpse now. You don't need food and rest and whatever else they gave you. How do I know you won't just slaughter me and my clan and then go on a rampage if I let you out?"
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He laughs and murmurs: "Orgasms are called little deaths sometimes, aren't they?"
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His fan lowered a little more, still covering his mouth, and he tapped it against his lips twice. "Show me."
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Especially with two arms. That would help a lot! He chuckles and turns back to face Huaisang, eyes bright.
"You couldn't call me a bed-warmer!"
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"Show me. I want to see." He licked his lips behind the fan, blushing with anticipation of this little show.
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But he also wants to watch him. Biting his lip, he begins to stroke himself, shivering.
"Mmm it still works. But I...nn...doubt I could get...anyone...mm...pregnant."
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"I like men...I can...mmm...really hold. No one too big. And...nn pretty faces. I like those too."
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"Until you...fall asleep..."
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His lips twist - not completely amused.
"I've had a lot of experience. But I know how to keep myself clean too."
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"This is where I would start. I would use my mouth on you first, Huaisang. I'll suck and lick wherever you like until you can't take anymore." he barely suppresses a shudder, "Then I'll make use of those pretty oils I'm sure you possess. It's better if you're slick. I want you begging for me."
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"Come here," he beckons, licking his lips as he watches Xue Yang. "Put your hand behind your back."
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"Yes, noble lord?" he raises his brows in mock innocence, "Do you have some use for me?"
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