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.
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.
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.
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?"
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.
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."
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.
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
"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?
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."
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.
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."
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.
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.
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.
Begging again, but far from the way Lan Xichen wants. He hardens his heart again, refuses to allow himself to be swayed by his fondness for his pretty bride.
"I thought you said it wouldn't stop you."
He watches as Huaisang's body tries to push the plug back out, playing with him - pushing it back in every time his body fights it. Finally, he sinks it into its base, and draws a sealing talisman over it, locking it in.
Then he begins to dress Huaisang in the leather harness, strapping it around him.
"How many people will see you like this as you try to run, my Huaisang? Will you fill their minds with desire, will they take you as they see fit? Or will it be greed, will they want the riches from your adornments?"
Huaisang is realizing exactly what the other has planned. He tries to resist harder, twisting his hips and resisting the push of the plug but all too soon the other has it secure inside of him and there would be no removing it on his own. He still can't move his hands but they pull now, trying to get free as tears are just running freely down his face as he's fitted into the harness.
The other is making him the possession, the object that Huaisang had known he was the whole time, now there was no veil of it. He doesn't know how to stop this, to reorganize and settle into a new plan, to talk his way back from this ledge.
"Husband, please, I'm sorry," Huaisang tries, desperately trying to gain some control of the situation again.
Huaisang has struggled with him before, but this, coupled with his tears - he refuses to let it deter him. If this is what it takes to make his Huaisang realize their positions, to accept that this is what his life is now, to allow Lan Xichen to love him as well as he wants to, then this is what he will do.
But then -
Oh. His heart softens immediately when Huaisang calls him husband, and his hands still as he meets his bride's gaze. There's a longing in his eyes, deeper than the desire he's shown around him before, and he tries to remind himself that no, Huaisang is only saying this to make him stop, that he isn't really sorry.
"How can I trust you, A-Sang?" he asks quietly, running a gentle, tender hand through his hair. "You lie so easily, and I have been fooled already."
Huaisang takes a few deep breaths, though they're still somewhat panicked. He still works to make Xichen believe him. He needs him to believe him even though Huaisang knows it's all a lie. He stops struggling to pull away from the wall. His eyes meeting the other's and there's fear in his eyes still but he hides the contempt, the defiance and makes sure to look submissive, apologetic.
"I mean it, husband. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again. I was wrong."
Lan Xichen wants to believe him. But isn't that the problem? He's always wanted to believe Huaisang, and now he knows he can't.
Not unless he completely breaks him down first, and then builds him back up.
"A-Sang," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him, soft and sweet.
He puts the finishing touches on the harness, and then steps back. With a flick of his fingers, he removes the seals holding Huaisang's wrists and neck to the wall, leaving him completely free - aside from the signs of Lan Xichen's ownership permanently on his body.
"You have a choice, A-Sang. You can go, and take your chances out there with them. Or you can stay, and allow me to continue."
Huaisang forces himself to return the kiss, to not shy away to not bite to try and break it. If he did it would completely ruin the illusion he was trying to create. No, he kisses Xichen like he wants him, trying to make him believe it.
But still, the harness is still there and then he's free to move again.
Huaisang curls his hands at his side, not sure what calculation to make.
He could have asked Xichen what he planned to do could have kept playing the game but the allure of maybe...just maybe escaping is strong even as he's dressed like this -- marked as the other's in ways that would be very difficult to undo...
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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."
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"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."
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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.
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"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?"
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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?
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"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."
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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.
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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."
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He gasps finally, his balls sensitive and almost painful and his hips twist a little and he breathes heavily.
"It wouldn't stop me."
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"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.
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"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.
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"I thought you said it wouldn't stop you."
He watches as Huaisang's body tries to push the plug back out, playing with him - pushing it back in every time his body fights it. Finally, he sinks it into its base, and draws a sealing talisman over it, locking it in.
Then he begins to dress Huaisang in the leather harness, strapping it around him.
"How many people will see you like this as you try to run, my Huaisang? Will you fill their minds with desire, will they take you as they see fit? Or will it be greed, will they want the riches from your adornments?"
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The other is making him the possession, the object that Huaisang had known he was the whole time, now there was no veil of it. He doesn't know how to stop this, to reorganize and settle into a new plan, to talk his way back from this ledge.
"Husband, please, I'm sorry," Huaisang tries, desperately trying to gain some control of the situation again.
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But then -
Oh. His heart softens immediately when Huaisang calls him husband, and his hands still as he meets his bride's gaze. There's a longing in his eyes, deeper than the desire he's shown around him before, and he tries to remind himself that no, Huaisang is only saying this to make him stop, that he isn't really sorry.
"How can I trust you, A-Sang?" he asks quietly, running a gentle, tender hand through his hair. "You lie so easily, and I have been fooled already."
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"I mean it, husband. I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again. I was wrong."
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Not unless he completely breaks him down first, and then builds him back up.
"A-Sang," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss him, soft and sweet.
He puts the finishing touches on the harness, and then steps back. With a flick of his fingers, he removes the seals holding Huaisang's wrists and neck to the wall, leaving him completely free - aside from the signs of Lan Xichen's ownership permanently on his body.
"You have a choice, A-Sang. You can go, and take your chances out there with them. Or you can stay, and allow me to continue."
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But still, the harness is still there and then he's free to move again.
Huaisang curls his hands at his side, not sure what calculation to make.
He could have asked Xichen what he planned to do could have kept playing the game but the allure of maybe...just maybe escaping is strong even as he's dressed like this -- marked as the other's in ways that would be very difficult to undo...
"You'll regret it."
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