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[eternalgrief]

Huaisang wants to defend himself against being referred to as a woman but it was the least of the worries as humiliated and emasculated as he felt. His thighs tense at the slap, though he moans more as the plug continues to press against that spot making him ache and want. He let out a sob again.

Maybe if there is a chance... He's more afraid of these men than he had ever been of Xichen.

"Please, please let me come."

[equivocations]

One of the men runs a hand over Huaisang's thigh when it tenses. "This one doesn't like pain, does she? No, we gotta treat her gentle."

"Depends on how good he is for us," another one says, and they all chuckle when Huaisang pleads with them to come.

"Louder!" someone from the crowd shouts.

"Keep going," one of the men tells him. "You gotta convince them you really want it, not us."

There's a hand on each of his nipples, now, tugging and rolling, one playing with his cock cage, another at each of his balls.

"Tell them how good it feels."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bites his lip and he pulls at his restraints which just made his muscles ache more, his breathing labored and his body oversensitive and aching. It was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful.

"Please, please. It feels so good, I can't take it, please let me come," he moans loudly, trying to make it sounds as sincere as he could and not panicked.

[equivocations]

There's a scattering of laughter from the crowd, accompanied by a few whistles and hollers.

"Give her what she wants!"

"You'll never make a whore come that way, you have to fuck it out of her!"

The men surrounding Huaisang don't let up in their touches, but they all look up at each other.

"Who knows where he's been? I'm not sticking my dick there," one of them says.

"I will," another says. "We're coming up on my time, I want to make sure she comes so I win that bet."

The hand playing with his plug shifts, now, trying to tug it out with intent.

"It won't come out!"

"What? Let me try-" There's a fumble as hands change, the new one even rougher as it tries to pull the plug out. "She must be really tight! Come on, give it up for us."

[eternalgrief]

Once they start tugging so harshly at the plug it's impossible for Huaisang to keep up the charade as his moans turned to pained cries.

"Stop, stop, please stop," he begs instead as it becomes even more rough and he wants to reach out to stop them and he can't even explain why it won't come out.

"Stop, help me," he sobs.

[equivocations]

The men begin to squabble amongst themselves as Huaisang goes back to begging them to stop. It seems they don't care as much about the bet to make him come when they've realized that their prizes might not be as easy to get as they've thought.

Two hands start twisting at the plug, trying to work it out of him without any success.

"Flip him back over, let's get a look at it."

They turn Huaisang over onto his stomach, hauling his hips up into the air so they have better access to the plug. One of them keeps a hold on his hips while two others try to pull the plug out - at some point, someone plants a foot on his ass for leverage as they yank on it with all their strength.

There's a commotion in the crowd, now, people shouting and others running off as a figure cuts his way through with an enraged howl - but the men seem too focused on Huaisang to notice.

A few of them start cursing, and one of the men pulls out a knife.

"Fuck this, we'll cut it out of him."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang couldn't resist as they flipped him over, doing everything they could to try and get the plug out of him. His body was covered in dirt and abrasions from the harsh ground, his eyes covered in tear mixing with dirt as well as he couldn't keep his head up off the ground.

"No, no, no," Huaisang sobs, at the mention of cutting it out. He's exhausted and his body is already so abused and where he's tied his skin is rubbing raw from his struggling.

"Please, please don't. Help, someone... please help me," his cries were broken and hoarse by this point.

[equivocations]

The shouts from the crowd start to become a little more clear as the figure gets closer, and someone yells, "Chifeng-Zun!"

This, finally, makes the men pause, but it's too late for the one with the knife. Mingjue makes it to the circle of men and targets him first, grabbing him by the back of the neck and hauling him off of Huaisang. He tosses him aside like he weighs nothing, brandishing Baxia at the remaining four.

"Get off of him!" he roars.

The four men seem to realize that this isn't some common whore - at least enough that they don't want to fight an enraged Nie Mingjue over him. They scatter, along with the rest of the audience.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang thinks at first maybe he's hearing things. He must be hearing things but then his brother is there, saving him. He can't stop sobbing, humiliated and in pain and terrified.

"Da ge," his rasps, struggling to look up at him and he feels hope again. Mingjue would save him. Mingjue always protected him, he could finally be free again.

[equivocations]

"Huaisang." There's still rage in his voice, but it's mixed in with concern now.

There's a part of him that screams to follow after the men and cut them down, for daring to lay a hand on Huaisang, but his brother's safety comes first. He stabs Baxia into the ground, unwilling to sheath her in case they come back, and pulls out his dagger to cut the ropes binding him.

"Did they hurt you?"

[eternalgrief]

"Da ge," Huaisang says again and as the ropes free him he doesn't make a move to move too much. He turns his head for a moment to hide his face from his brother. He's so ashamed.

"Please I just want to leave," he says instead of answering. They had hurt him and he is still hurting but it's the least of his concerns.

[equivocations]

Rage consumes him again when his brother turns his face away. He doesn't need him to give word to it to get an idea of how the men had harmed him. What he doesn't understand is how Xichen could have allowed this to happen - he's done such a good job taking care of his brother so far, why would he slip now, when he knew Mingjue was on his way to see them?

He takes his outer robe off, gently draping it over Huaisang to provide him some covering.

"What happened? Where is Xichen?"

[eternalgrief]

"He let me go," Huaisang says, hating the other even asks about him. He grips at the other's arm once he's covered to slowly pull himself up though he's unsteady on his feet and his body trembles.

"Let's leave here... please, da ge."

He doesn't want to stand around here anymore he wants to be free and out of Lan Xichen's reach.

[equivocations]

He let him go? Dressed like that?

That only raises more questions.

But it's clear that Huaisang isn't in any shape to answer them, and Mingjue is more concerned about the way he trembles on his feet than getting those answers. He can demand them from Xichen when they return.

"Come here," he says gruffly, but it's the manner of gruff he always gets when he's more worried about Huaisang than anything else. He scoops him up, settling him securely in his arms. "Just get some rest. I'll take you home."

[eternalgrief]

When Mingjue says home, Huaisang thinks that he means Qinghe. He has to mean Qinghe, that's home. He hugs his arms tightly around Mingjue in a desperate way he hasn't since he was little, crying quietly now instead of heaving sobs. Huaisang feels small in his arms and so relieved and safe.

"I missed you," Huaisang whispers. He hasn't gotten to see Mingjue all that often. He closes his eyes as his cheek rests on the other's shoulder, trusting him completely.

[equivocations]

Perhaps he should have come to visit him more often. Xichen would have agreed, he's certain - Xichen is the one who had invited him today, who'd told him about the things that Huaisang wanted from him and been willing to let him have them.

He should be heading there to have a conversation about when he's getting that nephew Xichen keeps promising him, and handing over some of the gifts he'd brought Huaisang, not finding his brother set on by a gang of common thieves and having him crying into his shoulder. He's not sure which of them he should be angry at yet, but he's pretty sure it's going to be one of them.

"I'm here now, A-Sang." He tucks his overcoat around Huaisang, covering his face as well to shield it from the sun, in the hopes that he might actually get some rest.

Then he starts off towards Cloud Recesses.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang eventually settles while tucked in against the other and eventually the exhaustion of the running, the assault and everything before it collasped on him as andrenaline seeped away. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, not paying attention to where Mingjue was taking him.

Home.

Huaisang wouldn't have anything to worry about anymore.

[equivocations]

They don't make it all the way back to Cloud Recesses before running into Lan Xichen. He's still missing his forehead ribbon, and he looks - as panicked as any of the Lan are capable of looking in public, probably, but it fades into relief when he sees Mingjue and the bundle in his arms.

Mingjue glares at him, raising his eyebrows.

Xichen shakes his head, gesturing for them to continue on the path to Cloud Recesses, as he falls in step with him.

"He tried to climb out the window of our room," Xichen eventually says, very quietly. "He still hasn't accepted - I'm sorry, Mingjue, I truly believed he was coming around, that he was starting to be happy. I... I am ashamed to admit that I lost my temper. I told him he could go out like that if he really wanted to leave, and he did."

He shouldn't have let him go. He acted in anger, feeling hurt and betrayed - he shouldn't have given Huaisang a choice.

"I knew I could track him with the ribbon, but I wasn't quick enough. Is he all right?"

Mingjue gives a sharp nod. "All right, but stupid. Stupid, both of you - what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," Xichen admits. "I was wrong. I should have just finished claiming him like I was supposed to."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang starts to stir as they talk but it takes a little while for him to really be pulled back to consciousness.

But the moment it dawned on him that he was hearing his brother and his husband speaking his head shot up and immediately he tried to get out of Mingjue's arms.

"Da ge!"

Why would he take him to Xichen? He'd thought his brother was rescuing him. This didn't make any sense.

[equivocations]

"Huaisang!" Mingjue shouts, sounding only mildly aggravated as he struggles to keep his hold on him. "Do you want me to drop you?"

It is the sort of thing that would make Lan Xichen hide a smile, brotherly bickering, if he weren't aware that it's his fault that Mingjue is having to carry him back in the first place.

"Don't be angry with him," he pleads, although even he isn't sure which of them he's talking to. "Let's get back home, and I can properly apologize to you both."

[eternalgrief]

"You said you'd take me home!"

Huaisang says, trying to get out of Mingjue's arms then and trying not to think about Xichen but the other makes it so impossible. How could his brother betray him like this?

"Why would you take me back to him?"

[equivocations]

"He's your husband, Huaisang!"

Mingjue struggles more to keep Huaisang in his arms, resorting to trying to wrap his overcoat more tightly around him to make it harder for him to squirm free.

"Do you want me to help?" Xichen asks.

"He's going to hurt himself if you don't," Mingjue snaps.

Xichen activates the ribbon around Huaisang's neck, pinning it to Mingjue's shoulder the same way he'd pinned it to the wall back in the seclusion room.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang had never felt betrayed by his brother before -- not truly betrayed. He couldn't understand why Mingjue would force him back to Xichen. He sobs as they talk to each other, almost like he isn't even there. He'd nearly forgotten about the ribbon until it's keeping him pinned to Mingjue's shoulder. He curses harshly.

His hand comes up to pull at it but there's no use.

"I don't understand why," he's crying again and he's so tired of crying.

[equivocations]

Mingjue looks - conflicted. His brows furrow as he looks down at Huaisang crying, instinctively hugging him closer, and then looks back up at Xichen.

Xichen gives a helpless little shrug. He hasn't seen Huaisang cry like that in a while, and he doesn't know if it's because of his ordeal out here, because Xichen finally starting pushing him the way he should have done from the start - or because exactly what Xichen said would happen, happened, and he is starting to realize that this is what his life is to be. That he and Xichen are bound together.

He falls back a few paces, as if to give Mingjue and Huaisang some space.

"He's your husband," Mingjue says again. "Has he not treated you well? Did you not get the gifts he came to Qinghe to get you?"

[eternalgrief]

"I'm nothing more than a piece of chattel that was taken," Huaisang says, dropping his hand from his neck but not before he'd left red scratches from clawing at the ribbon.

It didn't matter if Xichen had treated him well, Huaisang had no real freedom and he couldn't stand it.