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[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.

[equivocations]

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?"

[eternalgrief]

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.

[equivocations]

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."

[eternalgrief]

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."

[equivocations]

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."

[eternalgrief]

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...

"You'll regret it."

[equivocations]

Ah.

He hates that there was a part of him that still hoped. That thought that maybe, maybe this was enough to make Huaisang see, to get him to give in. Foolish, foolish, now he's been let down twice in one day.

Whatever softness he'd been feeling from Huaisang calling him husband, from the way he'd kissed him back, it's gone as he watches his bride clench his fists, watches him consider which is less abhorrent to him.

No, he won't let himself be swayed any more. His uncle and brother are right - there is only one way. Besides, their people - and Mingjue - would be so disappointed if Lan Xichen didn't follow through with the punishment as scheduled.

"Will I? How angry do you think they'll be when they want to fuck you and find that they can't remove your plug? When they want your jewels, and they can't take them from your nipples, or your little clit? Do you think they'll give up? Or will they ruin you to get them?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang refuses to let the fear he feels show now, raising his chin defiantly. He's terrified and a part of him considers giving into the other option but there's... a chance of escape here. It's slim to none but he has to take it. And maybe even if he doesn't escape the suffering will end somehow.

"I don't care."

[equivocations]

"Then go."

He waves a hand, and the seal to the seclusion room is broken. True, he hasn't gotten to the point of etching a permanent tracking talisman on him yet, or a contraception - but he can track his ribbon well enough, if he needs to, and no one is going to get the plug out of there before Huaisang can be rescued.

"See how far you get before you're crying for help, or someone drags you back here."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang only hesitates a moment before he runs from the room, running as fast as he could to try and make his escape from Cloud Recesses. He doesn't let himself think about the fact he is basically naked. He can't allow it. He tries to think of the ways that he would encounter the least about of people.

But honestly there are only so many paths he could take.

[equivocations]

There are a few people who see him and stare. A few others who carefully avert their gaze, clearly not wanting to get involved in whatever's going on there.

But eventually, he'll run into a group of people with far less noble intentions. One of the men notices him, and elbows another.

"Look at that! You think they sent us a present to give us a good time, for doing such a good job?"

"Who cares about that - look at what he's wearing," another one says. "Where'd you get jewels like that?"

"He's probably a whore," a third says. "Those just scream gifts from a wealthy client."

"Well shit. What've we got to pay for him? the first asks. "Come here, tell us how much you charge!"

[eternalgrief]

For a moment, it was almost too easy to get through and then... then he knows he's taken a wrong turn. He hears all their talking and the questions and he doesn't answer them. He just starts to back up, looking around quickly until he finds a path that looks empty of people and he starts to run down it. He's not quick and he's small and it won't be hard for them to grab him.

When someone does he bites back a scream, refusing to give them the satisfaction of that and he struggles to get himself free, managing to land an elbow or two at least.

"Let me go!"

[equivocations]

There's a flurry of shouts back and forth - "Grab his leg!" "No, his other leg!" "Hold him down-" "Flip him over, yeah, just like that!" - until the men have Huaisang positioned exactly how they want him.

He's on his back, arms spread with one man kneeling on each of them, pinning them to the ground. There's another man kneeling by his head, a fourth and fifth by his legs - they've each grabbed one and pushed it back, until the man kneeling by his head can grab one of his ankles in each hand and hold him there, spread open.

"Another one, this guy must be a hell of a good whore," one of the men by his feet says, as he roughly thumbs at the sapphires studding the plug inside him.

"You sure we've got a he?" the other man at his feet jokes, wiggling his cock cage around. "Look at this little thing, no wonder it's locked away. No one's getting any use out of this."

There's a chorus of laughter from the men, and one of the ones kneeling at his arms tugs at the jeweled nipple rings.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang couldn't get away from them as he's held down and exposed to the men, men that he would never have let touch him otherwise. His skin is crawling and he still struggles, trying to kick his legs but they're stronger and it's useless. His body tenses as the other presses his thumb at the plug, hips twisting.

"Get off of me!" he demands again as if he had any power here.


Huaisang's face goes red when the comments turn to the cock cage and he does his best not to let tears well up both of humiliation and frustration, fear.

"Ah," Huaisang cries out when the other tugs at the nipple rings, the motion more intense than it would have been for him before the piercing, before Xichen made him more sensitive. "Stop."