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ze_uwu_jun
2020-08-04 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
To say that Lan Xichen was surprised at Wen Ruohan's choice would be an understatement, but at the same time - not false. On the other hand, among the leaders of the four Great Sects, the two bachelors are him and Mingjue, and Mingjue-xiong would never agree to it.
Still...
Xichen was sure that there were many more threads behind the choice.
All the same. The ceremony was now past, the three bows to the Heaven and Earth, the Ancestors, and each other completed. Xichen was carrying a pouch with a mix of the hair of both of them.
Once they were in the privacy of the Hanshi, Xichen reached to remove the red veil from his, ah. Bride. And smiled, slightly.
"In case it needs to be said, I will not touch you or demand any - physical intimacy of you unless by some chance you wish. Or until such a time as you need it.
"I assume, by this arrangement, that you have already had at least one heat. Is there anything about it that I should know?"
Reasonable and direct. He could talk circles around his husband. He considered it mean and unnecessary.
Still...
Xichen was sure that there were many more threads behind the choice.
All the same. The ceremony was now past, the three bows to the Heaven and Earth, the Ancestors, and each other completed. Xichen was carrying a pouch with a mix of the hair of both of them.
Once they were in the privacy of the Hanshi, Xichen reached to remove the red veil from his, ah. Bride. And smiled, slightly.
"In case it needs to be said, I will not touch you or demand any - physical intimacy of you unless by some chance you wish. Or until such a time as you need it.
"I assume, by this arrangement, that you have already had at least one heat. Is there anything about it that I should know?"
Reasonable and direct. He could talk circles around his husband. He considered it mean and unnecessary.
Wen Chao is still seething about the whole thing but he had known not to go too far in his protests with Wen Ruohan. The fact he was an omega made him little more than a political bargaining chip to him.
The fact that the other could smile at him so... sincerely is irritating to Wen Chao. That he was being perfectly nice about it is a strange feeling. He scowls a bit and he doesn’t want to be civil but he leaves it at the scowl. The other is being perfectly nice.
“There’s nothing you need to know,” Wen chao says and he doesn’t want any of it, at least that’s what he tells himself. Despite himself the other is ... attractive and he’s not immune to him. But he’s just stubborn and defiant enough to pretend he could manage a heat without help.
“I don’t need you.”
The time for arguments had passed, there is so little time it feels like as the planning for the ceremony begins and Huaisang drags his heels at every juncture. He doesn't want this marriage and he'd been very loud about his objections, arguing with his brother vehemently, taking longer to relent even in the face of his wrath. It had been another confrontation and Huaisang had fled to his room, emotions barely contained and the ache in his chest seemed to radiate through him.
This is not the life he wanted, not the marriage he wanted. There were so many things already that he didn't have a choice about. He didn't have a choice about one-day becoming Sect leader, now he could not even control who he chooses to marry-- if he chooses to marry. He is feeling absolutely sorry for himself as he drops down onto a cushion and stares dejectedly at what he had been working on earlier and suddenly he hates it a bit.
He wonders if maybe Zonghui would come, if he would check on him after the way he had left. Maybe he should just call for him.
This is not the life he wanted, not the marriage he wanted. There were so many things already that he didn't have a choice about. He didn't have a choice about one-day becoming Sect leader, now he could not even control who he chooses to marry-- if he chooses to marry. He is feeling absolutely sorry for himself as he drops down onto a cushion and stares dejectedly at what he had been working on earlier and suddenly he hates it a bit.
He wonders if maybe Zonghui would come, if he would check on him after the way he had left. Maybe he should just call for him.
Zonghui has taken a little while, but only to attempt to calm down Sect Leader. A lot of people are aware of the danger of the saber spirit, and how more prone to it Sect Leader is to it than most - but few understand as well as Zonghui, a dual wielder. It is a constant struggle for control and balance, and every little bit of support is necessary.
But once his mind's direction has been followed, he goes where his heart takes him, heavy and hurt as it is already.
"Second Young Master," he calls out quietly with his knock.
But once his mind's direction has been followed, he goes where his heart takes him, heavy and hurt as it is already.
"Second Young Master," he calls out quietly with his knock.
Huaisang starts when there's a knock and he straights himself up, a quick wipe to his face before he says anything.
"Come in," once he felt presentable, standing from the cushion when the other entered and he wants to fall apart on him the moment he sees him but he swallows the urge and bowed instead.
"Come in," once he felt presentable, standing from the cushion when the other entered and he wants to fall apart on him the moment he sees him but he swallows the urge and bowed instead.
Zonghui closes the door firmly behind him, and then returns the bow, his eyes taking in the younger man's face, the look in his eyes.
And he crosses the distance, kneeling in front of him, his voice lower, different, as he reaches to take a hand in both of his.
"A-Sang." Endearment, sweet even with the sadness of knowing that it will soon not be his to use.
And he crosses the distance, kneeling in front of him, his voice lower, different, as he reaches to take a hand in both of his.
"A-Sang." Endearment, sweet even with the sadness of knowing that it will soon not be his to use.
Huaisang is well aware that the other can see right through him, right to where he is falling apart and trying to keep himself together. His gaze drops to their hands and he feels his control slipping, turning his face aside as tears well up. He's sad and he's so angry and resentful.
"How could he do this to me? Why has he come to resent me enough to do this? He knows my heart is already taken."
"How could he do this to me? Why has he come to resent me enough to do this? He knows my heart is already taken."
"A-Sang. You know Sect Leader loves you, and would not do something to hurt you willingly. But you also know that there are people who can follow their heart, and people who have responsibility on their shoulders.
"If he had a choice, he would have given you one. But you and he, you belong to the Sect first, and only then yourselves, even more than the rest of us." He is not trying to placate, but he knows Huaisang is a smart person. He knows right and wrong. Once his own anger and sadness have retreated a little, he will know the reason in these words.
After a moment, he closes his eyes briefly.
"You know that if I can't be yours in that particular way, I am still yours."
"If he had a choice, he would have given you one. But you and he, you belong to the Sect first, and only then yourselves, even more than the rest of us." He is not trying to placate, but he knows Huaisang is a smart person. He knows right and wrong. Once his own anger and sadness have retreated a little, he will know the reason in these words.
After a moment, he closes his eyes briefly.
"You know that if I can't be yours in that particular way, I am still yours."
Huaisang wants to argue, wants to double down on what he'd said. He had never felt the burden of his position as heavily as he did now and perhaps it makes more sense how his brother is the way he is. Zonghui is right but he's not willing to admit it out loud. He swallows hard and steps closer to Zonghui. Why did he have to be so honorable, Huaisang knew that if he had almost anyone else as a lover that marriage vows wouldn't have to be the end. The knowledge is a weight around his shoulders.
"I don't want to think about how you can't be mine in that way," he says, struggling to find his playfulness, to find a smile in himself. The more his anger deflated the more the ache rose. "Can we not... think about that?"
"I don't want to think about how you can't be mine in that way," he says, struggling to find his playfulness, to find a smile in himself. The more his anger deflated the more the ache rose. "Can we not... think about that?"
Zonghui's face turns up to follow Huaisang's motion. His fingers move around the hand he took, his thumb caressing lightly the palm of it.
"Or... not think at all?"
He doesn't need Huaisang to try to smile. He just needs direction on how to make it hurt less for him, at least for a little while.
Unless otherwise directed, an assent will have him tugging on Huaisang's hand just so he will fall in Zonghui's lap to be caught carefully and firmly there. But... he will follow direction if Huaisang has something else in mind.
"Or... not think at all?"
He doesn't need Huaisang to try to smile. He just needs direction on how to make it hurt less for him, at least for a little while.
Unless otherwise directed, an assent will have him tugging on Huaisang's hand just so he will fall in Zonghui's lap to be caught carefully and firmly there. But... he will follow direction if Huaisang has something else in mind.
Zonghui knows him so well and the simple touch is calming and he nods at the question that answered his own. Not thinking at all is also a good option. He easily comes into the other's lap.
"Make me forget," he says softly, something vaguely like a demand. With the door closed, just the two of them, they could make the world anything they wanted to be as long as they were shut away.
If he could think past his own pain he might truly realize that this might be just as hard, might be harder for Zonghui but he's just spoiled enough to focus on himself in this moment.
"Make me forget," he says softly, something vaguely like a demand. With the door closed, just the two of them, they could make the world anything they wanted to be as long as they were shut away.
If he could think past his own pain he might truly realize that this might be just as hard, might be harder for Zonghui but he's just spoiled enough to focus on himself in this moment.
And Zonghui is not going to bring it up because he does not want Huaisang to carry a heavier burden, to carry more resentment. Carrying his own pain is bad enough. He doesn't need to carry both.
It's his job, anyway. To carry what he can for both Nie brothers.
Right now, this, he can do. He manages a smile, cupping Huaisang's chin to tilt their faces together.
"Yes, A-Sang."
Then he kisses him, and keeps kissing until his own chest is hurting and only then lets them both breathe properly. His hand stays on Huaisang's cheek, the other one sliding along his back, his side, his hip as they kiss.
It's his job, anyway. To carry what he can for both Nie brothers.
Right now, this, he can do. He manages a smile, cupping Huaisang's chin to tilt their faces together.
"Yes, A-Sang."
Then he kisses him, and keeps kissing until his own chest is hurting and only then lets them both breathe properly. His hand stays on Huaisang's cheek, the other one sliding along his back, his side, his hip as they kiss.
Huaisang likes the other's smiles, they melt him and he'd always tried to get ones especially when he definitely shouldn't be. He tilts his head, the other's hand is warm and gentle on him as it often is. He wonders briefly if Zonghui will stop calling him that after, if that familiarness too will go away but he shuts down the thought. This is a time to forget, to bury himself in the time he has left.
The kiss is hungry, a tinge of desperation from Huaisang like someone running away from something that's bound to get them. But with each passing moment he's pulled deeper and deeper into an illusion that he wants Zonghui to help create and the other is doing so well. He reaches up delicate fingers to the other's shoulder and then the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his throat as they part enough to draw a breath.
His other hand moves between them, slowly pulling at robes to start to undress the other. He needed to feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the hardness of his body against Huaisang's.
The kiss is hungry, a tinge of desperation from Huaisang like someone running away from something that's bound to get them. But with each passing moment he's pulled deeper and deeper into an illusion that he wants Zonghui to help create and the other is doing so well. He reaches up delicate fingers to the other's shoulder and then the side of his neck, thumb brushing over his throat as they part enough to draw a breath.
His other hand moves between them, slowly pulling at robes to start to undress the other. He needed to feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his shoulders, the hardness of his body against Huaisang's.
The one-handed fumbling brings out another smile, this one less of an effort, and he drops he and holding Huaisang's cheek to help. "This fast, hmm?"
Obviously teasing because he is helping, but also distracting because he claims another kiss, then trails his lips along Huaisang's chin until they reach the spot between the jawline and the ear, kissing there before sucking on the earlobe, and then breathing into Huaisang's ear. "So beautiful. Which do you want, A-Sang? To feel my weight pressing you down, or to ride me and let me drive up into you until my hands on your hips are holding you up because you knees aren't?"
At least as the stat of the night.
Obviously teasing because he is helping, but also distracting because he claims another kiss, then trails his lips along Huaisang's chin until they reach the spot between the jawline and the ear, kissing there before sucking on the earlobe, and then breathing into Huaisang's ear. "So beautiful. Which do you want, A-Sang? To feel my weight pressing you down, or to ride me and let me drive up into you until my hands on your hips are holding you up because you knees aren't?"
At least as the stat of the night.
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