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[eternalgrief]

Huaisang had been biding his time waiting for a moment, a chance and he'd thought he'd had it. Of course, he's clumsy and he's not quick and it had been all too easy to be caught and placed here as his captor was quickly informed. There was a pit in his stomach as he wanted, pacing the room and a sense of dread that maybe he's misstepped too far but he wants out. He wants to go home... He wants away from the man who tries to make him forget he's just a possession and he has no choice. He's expecting punishment, the kind he has had before from Wangji perhaps.

What Huaisang does not expect is the fury that Xichen arrives in, the dread turned into fear quickly and he wants to scramble away but there's really no where to go and Lan Xichen is quick. He's so quick to put his hand on Huaisang's neck and instantly the smaller man's hands go to the other's hand around his neck, panic filling him. He'd never seen Xichen angry like this. Is it going to end? Is this going to be how he dies, strangled to death by Lan Xichen? He gasps in what air he can, hands clawing at the other's and maybe he could breath more easily if he wasn't so scared.

"I don't care." Any injury would have been worth it to be free again.

[equivocations]

Huaisang's answer only seems to fuel Lan Xichen's anger. There's small flares of pain as the other claws at him, but he barely feels it in the face of his rage. "I do," he snarls. "Have I not shown that? Mingjue and I meet every week so I can learn more, so I know what will please you, what to surprise you with - and every time I tell him how your face lit up at the last one, how I love to see you smile. He thinks you're happy! I thought you were happy!"

He'd brought one of Qinghe's cooks in, on Mingjue's recommendations, he'd learned what he could of the Nie's customs - those that did not directly contradict the Lan's, of course - he thought he was doing so well.

But Huaisang had been lying to him. Playing him.

"They told me I was foolish. That you haven't had enough time, haven't been treated properly, that you couldn't be a true partner yet, but I didn't listen."

He rips the ribbon from his forehead, sliding his hand up a little so he can press it to Huaisang's throat. The delicate blue embroidery against the silky white fabric glows for a moment, then the ribbon wraps itself around Huaisang's neck. Instead of knotting, though, it folds back in on itself, the fabric blending together until there's no visible break.

Sealed completely, until Lan Xichen removes it. He lets go of Huaisang's neck.

"They were right. And it seems I have a lot of catching up to do."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang doesn't understand how Xichen could think he was happy even with those things he was still not free. He liked luxury and fine things but he'd never wanted to be a bird in a guilded cage -- now he felt a little guilty for every bird he had ever locked away. He wonders, if it's true, though, that Mingjue could believe that he could be happy in this situation, that he really was so shallow and weak?

Huaisang doesn't manage to talk, though, not with the other holding him by his throat and his air still thin as he tries to breathe, tries to loosen Xichen's fingers. In truth, Huaisang had tried to be honest for a long time but it never work and the other's manipulative words about how he was just pretending had led him to just stop arguing out loud and had let the resentment grow in silence instead with a mask put on his face -- because masks were his forte. Except now, he couldn't mask his fear as the ribbon is pulled off of Xichen and then wraps itself around his neck.

When the other lets go of his neck his fingers go to it, feeling the ache from the force the other had used but then realizing there is no tie on the ribbon, no way for him to pull it off and a quiet sound of panic leaves him as he dares to look up at Xichen.

He doesn't try to talk his way out of this. Isn't this what he has been waiting for? The guise and the manipulations to fall to the wayside? Still, he finds himself nearly immobile and silenced in the face of the other's rage. He pulls at the ribbon again, it's desperate and illogical but he wants it off. He doesn't need a reminder that he's a belonging.

[equivocations]

It's Lan Xichen's fault, he supposes. He wanted to give Huaisang as many choices as he could, wanted to show him that life could be good here, wanted to show him that even though they both had to follow their duty to their clans, it could still be good.

He should have listened to his uncle and brother more. Look at Wei Wuxian, after all, had not the usual methods worked so well with him? Hadn't Wangji claimed him so well? And now he must play catch up, must get so much done in the few days that he can spare to be completely focused on Huaisang.

Lan Xichen watches him panic for a moment, watches the way he searches along his ribbon, pulling desperately at it.

"It won't come off." He yanks Huaisang's robes open, completely unconcerned with the fact that he has to rip them to get them open so quickly. His hand immediately goes to Huaisang's tiny cock, locked tightly away - as it usually is, when Lan Xichen isn't playing with it - and runs his thumb over the locking mechanism. It sparks and flares, heating up as it warps - though not enough to really cause Huaisang any damage, he likes his little clit too much for that.

"And now, neither will this."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang knows it’s true but he tugs at it once more, just until the other so quickly exposes him, ruining the fine silks and immediately leaving Huaisang exposed to him. Huaisang in all the time he has spent here has never been this afraid of Xichen — of some of the others, yes, but Xichen had been dangerous with words not violence. And now...

“Ah,” Huaisang gasps in shock when the other messes with the ever present binding on his little cock. It heats and it’s uncomfortable, hurts but it would pass sooner than the panic that comes with the realization of what Xichen had just done.

“Please don’t...”

It’s already too late.

[equivocations]

Somewhat incredibly, Lan Xichen would probably still insist that Huaisang has nothing to fear from him. Yes, he is one of the top cultivators in the world, but as far as he's concerned, all of this is for Huaisang's own good. They have their duties, after all, and he needs to be a good husband.

He runs his hand over Huaisang's thigh when he begs him not to, even though it's too late, a gesture that's meant to be soothing. "There are many things I didn't, because I was waiting for you to want it, because I wanted to give you time. And now we are so far behind where we should be."

There's a thoughtful hum.

"I knew you were clever, my Huaisang, I kept waiting for you to really show it to me - but I suppose you were this whole time, weren't you? And I didn't see it." He strokes over the cage on his little cock. "I wanted you to keep your beautiful mind - but how long can you last, being brought to the edge but never able go over? A month? A year?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang presses his thighs together as best he can, his breathing uneven and the touch is anything but soothing. It's a lie.

It's becoming clear that whatever reprieve he might have been given even if it hadn't been one he wanted is over and he doesn't know what that really means. There's a tremor that runs through Huaisang's entire body, trembling and he tries to stop it, his hands curling up into fists and then pushing at the other's chest with all his strength as if it would be enough to make the other budge, to make him stop touching him, to stop talking.

"Stop...please just let me go."

[equivocations]

It is at least enough to make him stop touching him, for the moment, as he catches the other's hands in his and holds them tight.

"Oh, Huaisang. Where would you go? To your brother? He's the one who gave you to me in the first place. We are friends, he and I, he has helped me keep you here. This is your home, now."

With another talisman sketched in the air, Huaisang's wrists are pinned against the wall, and a stroke of his finger over the ribbon around the other's neck has it pinned there as well.

"You are mine. It's time I made that clear."

[eternalgrief]

The mention of Mingjue makes him freeze and makes him doubt. Is Mingjue truly friends with the man had killed so many of their sect in a quest for power? How? His throat wells up tight as he's pinned into place, as hope is stripped further away from him. Mingjue couldn't... this isn't home. This would never be home.

He pulls at his wrists but they're settled firmly to the wall as his neck and there's not much he can do to resist. He's more physically vulnerable than Xichen has ever had him.

"No. Please don't do this," he can't help but beg once more and he promises himself it will be the last time he begs.

[equivocations]

There's a little smile at the way bringing up Mingjue makes Huaisang freeze. Lan Xichen is as fond of Mingjue as he is of Huaisang, and he's let Mingjue remain a general mostly in charge of Qinghe because he's good at it, because he is, technically, family now, and he's reasonably sure Mingjue is close to seeing him as an ally - but also because he knows it will give him a stronger hold on Huaisang.

"My hold on you will not be respected until I claim you thoroughly, my lovely wife. And we will not leave here until it's time to show our people that I've finally done right by you." His hands slide down Huaisang's chest, fingers plucking at his nipples. "Until it's time to show your brother how I have claimed you."

One hand slips into the pouch where he'd tucked the nipple rings he'd gotten for Huaisang earlier, and he pulls them out. "Do you know what these are?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang frowns, closing his eyes. He doesn't exactly know how thoroughly the other means -- what it all entails. He doesn't want to ask and it doesn't seem that he will be left to wonder. There's very little he can do to get away from Xichen's touch -- nothing.

"No, no..." Is he more upset by showing the people or his brother? He's not even sure. They're both terrible outcomes. He tenses, the fingers at his nipples drawing them further into tightened nubs the cool air having already started.

His eyes are drawn to the rings, and he swallows because he does know but he shakes his head, maybe a bit too vigorously.

[equivocations]

There's not much room to Huaisang to move away, but Lan Xichen gets a grip on his chin anyway, to hold him in place as he kisses him. It's quick, but rough, and he bites his lower lip as he pulls back.

He smiles again as the nubs stiffen under his fingers, and he toys with them a bit more to get them nice and plumped up. Then unhooks one of the nipple rings, pressing the needle sharp end to one of his nipples, though not enough to push through yet.

"Blue, for the Lan clan. Sapphires, to show how treasured you are. Spelled to increase your sensitivity, to remind you that these are mine, to do with what I want."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang's head is immobilizedi by that grip, what little movement stifled as the kiss is pressed against his soft lips. He whimpers against it, a sharper sound growing as teeth press against the skin. Tears have lined his eyes as he looks at Xichen, breathing erratic as the other continues to tease his nipples. It feels deceptively good and that makes it all the more insidious because he knows that the other is about to do to him.

He wants to beg him not to, not to mark him this way, his breathing becoming even more erratic because he knows it's going to hurt and Huaisang had never been good with pain or discomfort of any kind. He doesn't feel treasured as he feels the promises of the sharp needle against the sensitive flesh if he weren't pinned so effectively he would have been shoving and trying to run away.

This is a different sort of marking, it's feels more permanent, changing his body more permanently to force him more into his supposed position.

"I'll never give you what you want," he settles on saying instead of begging but inwardly he doesn't know if he still believes he won't be broken.

[equivocations]

There's a beauty in the fear, in the sound of his whimpers and the sight of his unshed tears. It's not ideal, it's not what Lan Xichen would have chosen - but Huaisang didn't give him another option, and he is beautiful no matter what. If nothing else, it seems at least the reality is starting to set in.

For once, he doesn't say anything in response to that - he doesn't feel like he has to. They both know he already has Huaisang, and if the other doesn't already know that Lan Xichen will have him in the way he wants, one way or another - well. Huaisang will be more convinced of it, after the next few days.

Instead, he just pushes the piercing into his nipple in one sharp movement, immediately hooking it closed. And once it is - he does the same motion that he'd done with the cage on his cock, melding the ends together so there's no easy way it can be removed.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang cries out in pain as the needle presses through the sensitive skin of his nipple, there's a slight arch to his back and his hands curl into fist though they can't come up to try and defend himself, to try and protect the injured area. He squeezes his eyes shut as the ring heats and it hurts all the more, remaining painful even once it was done and tears were now freely flowing down his cheeks.

"Too much, please..." he whimpers, his tolerance for pain low and would certainly be something that has to change eventually being in the Lan community now. His brother couldn't shield him from pain anymore.

He hates now that there are basically permanent fixtures on his body that he had no choice in, that Xichen made sure can't be removed. "Please no more."

[equivocations]

In the past, if he pushed Huaisang too hard, done something that hurt a little too much or was too overwhelming - he'd slow down, gather him up and murmur soothing words, stroke over his hair and wait until he'd calmed down a little before continuing.

Even now, the temptation is there, and he can't keep himself from running his fingers through Huaisang's hair. "Haven't I been soft with you, my Huaisang, tried to ease you into it? You left me no choice now, but to make you take it."

And he is going to make him take it - to make him take everything. This time, there will be no slowing down, no rest for his bride. He circles his fingers around his other nipple, drawing out the pleasure, just to make Huaisang feel the anticipation. Then he brings up the other ring and pierces that one in as well, repeating the same process to melt the hook together.

"We're only getting started, sweetheart."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang doesn't immediately jerk away from the other's fingers though after a moment there's a slight pull away, though his range of motion is still severely limited. The words are manipulation again, he knows it and keeps reminding himself of that. His throat gets thick as he bites back anything that wanted to come out of his mouth.

But where the other is trying to draw out pleasure he can barely notice it for the dread, anticipating the pain that comes after what felt like an eternity. A sob leaving his throat and his nails digging into the palms of his hand.

He can't say anything as he tries to breathe through it, both nipples throbbing with pain.

[equivocations]

"Beautiful."

His hand tangles in Huaisang's hair again, tilting his head back even more so his throat is bared, so Lan Xichen can take in his ribbon around it, the sapphire rings in his nipples, his little cock locked permanently away.

He has not laid claim to every inch of him yet, but it is a good start, and he no longer has any inclination to try to restrain the lust he feels at the sight of Huaisang with his marks on him. He lets go, drawing a talisman in the air that creates a shimmering, reflective surface - a mirror, so Huaisang can see himself as Lan Xichen does.

"Look how much of you already belongs to me."

[eternalgrief]

"No," Huaisang closes his eyes, having taken the way the other is looking at him, the way he is now marked like someone would livestock, not exactly but it was more or less the same in his eyes. He didn't want to see.

He can feel it he doesn't need to look to see the shame. The pain is still persistent in the just pierced nipples and even more so the ache that it's permanent, that all of this is permanent. How would he escape?

[equivocations]

He slaps Huaisang's thigh at the refusal, the way someone might spank a disobedient child - except for the fact that his hand catches Huaisang's cute little balls in the blow.

"You have two options." His other hand finds one of his freshly pierced nipples, tugging lightly at the ring and rolling the nub between thumb and forefinger. "You can open your eyes, and I will heal these, or you can keep them closed, and I will open them for you anyway."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang stiffens at the slap, it wouldn’t have hurt at all really if not for the contact with his balls that made his thighs press together and he bit his lip to keep from making a sound. He exhaled shakily, the pain intense as the other starts to mess with the freshly pierced flesh. He shakes his head. He hates this.

But he has to choose his battles wisely so he forces himself to open his eyes, tears filling them again and he hates it that he can’t make it stop. He’s barely able to give himself the illusion of any control.

[equivocations]

"Good boy."

True to his word, he rewards the obedience with a healing talisman - and he pours his own spiritual energy in as well, ensuring that the piercings heal up perfectly. Admittedly, it's also fairly self serving, as not only is he looking forward to seeing what the increased sensitivity of the rings will do now that they're healed, but he expects Huaisang will very soon be bearing their first child.

He toys with the piercing again, now that it's healed. "Isn't that better than pain, sweetheart? You look so pretty like this."

Instead of a slap, he cups Huaisang's balls and tiny caged cock in his hand. "You can't run now, not like this."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang is relieved as the pain subsides but he knows that it might be a choice that he regrets. He's trembling a little still when the other finishes and then bites down on his lip to bite back a sound when the other starts to play with the ring and he can tell that it does in fact make him more sensitive. He bites down on his lip harder, his balls aching some and his small cock can't fully react even though it aches to. He does his best not to show the reaction to the other.

He gasps finally, his balls sensitive and almost painful and his hips twist a little and he breathes heavily.

"It wouldn't stop me."

[equivocations]

Anger flares through Lan Xichen at that response, that Huaisang insists he still intends to try to leave - as though this was nothing to him, as though he still believed that either of them had any choice in this.

"No?" he asks, cold rage back into his voice. "Let me get you dressed, then, and you can go."

He steps back, going to a wardrobe that's one of the only pieces of furniture in there, and pulling out a sapphire studded anal plug and a harness made of leather straps and metal rings. He hauls one of Huaisang's legs up when he returns, spreading him open for him, and spares a moment to suck at the plug to at least get some slick on it before he presses it inside him.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang should have kept the words to himself but he couldn't help but be defiant. And he knew with the other's response that it wasn't really an offer for him to go. He can't move even once the other has moved away, can't try to run away as fruitless as the attempt would be.

"Please don't," he resorts to begging again as he's bared to the other in a different way, staring at the items though he has only a moment to do so.

Huaisang tenses as the plug is pressed into him, his body not really ready for it but at least the saliva had kept it from being worse, should he be thankful for that? His body tries to push the plug back out, struggling in the other's hold as much as the binding talismans allowed him to.