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Jingyi's loud, brash, always asking questions. Somehow he usually escapes harsh punishments. Someone says that Hanguang Jun seems to favor him. While Jingyi would love that to be true he doesn't think it is! This time, however, he must have really crossed a line. He'd snuck in some emperor's smile and been caught by none other than Lan Wangji. He'd immediately nearly dropped the jars as he got to his knees to bow.

Quietly he'd been ordered to Wangji's rooms. What kind of punishment is he in for? He groans inwardly, though it's very strange to be brought to Wangji's rooms. As far as he knows generally only Xichen or Sizhui were ever in them.

He's fidgeting in a very un lan like way as he kneels on the other side of the low table from Wangji, his head bowed.

"Hanguang Jun..." he starts, trying to think of some bargaining or some adequate way to apologize!

Little does he know the way the other is looking at him with eyes that are reminded of someone else.

Another qi deviation threatens to take Nie Mingjue. He knows it. They all know it. Every one of the sect's doctors have gone over every line of text to try and keep it at bay, to nurse their leader through this episode that feels so very much worse than the others.

He's too strong, too young.

Finally, one myth is brought to bear, and Huaisang is approached by the worried doctor charged with posing this possible solution. Bowing. Nearly kow-towing, in fact.

"Gongzi. There is very little time," the man fumbles, knowing that if this fails, he's dooming them all. Probably. But if it's a success...maybe some joy can be found and nurtured.

He takes a breath before continuing, gathering his courage. This is for his clan. Loyalty is vital.

"There is a myth, that an anchor can be used to keep the qi deviation at bay. The difficulty is the anchor needs to be a relative, a sibling." His face heats, but he keeps going. "It must be an intimate connection."

And obviously, Nie Huaisang is the only one that meets the criteria of sibling for their leader.

Nie Huaisang has been scared. This one feels different and he's terrified of losing his brother. He's not even thinking of what it means for the Sect -- not really. He's thinking about what it means for him. His stomach is in knots and when a doctor comes to him his eyes are wide and eager for anything that might help. He would do anything...right?

Huaisang's brow furrows and he's about to agree and he would agree but he stops short.

"Wait... what do you mean exactly?"

Everyone knows the bond between the brothers. Why else would Mingjue be so worried about pushing his brother harder, but not punishing him as he would anyone else for not taking his training as seriously as he should?

It gives the doctor courage to pose something considered taboo twice over. "As intimate as that of a spouse, gongzi," he states, managing to keep his voice steady. "Which is, essentially, what you would need to become."

Unspoken is the painful fact that Mingjue will need this anchor for the rest of his life. And however long that life is will depend on the strength of the bond with his anchor.

As intimate as that of a spouse. The words turn over in Huaisang's head and it's hard to miss the meaning. He narrows his eyes at the doctor and he's trying to piece it all together quickly, trying to think of how Mingjue might react to something like this...

And trying to manage his own fear at the idea and the discomfort at the taboo of it. Then again, he's always been so close to Mingjue and it's a lie to say that he's never had improper thoughts about his older brother.

Biting his lip, Huaisang then lets out a sigh.

"Tell me what to do to make it work."

He needs his brother to be alright even if Mingjue hates him.

It'd been a while since Nat had the privilege of getting to fight with another person who reminded her a little of Clint on the battlefield. Levi knew exactly what he was (a killer, like her), and how to use his body to do what needed to be done. He was in truth far more like Ronin than Hawkeye, but that was hardly what mattered. What mattered was the respect that he showed and gained. Nat didn't trust people to cover her, but she did with Levi.

That's why it didn't surprise her that eventually they ended up against the door of the safe house out in the middle of the deepest terrorist cell along the Nile. Their mouths were bound together and their bodies sewed up so tightly that they might as well be one person. Nat pulled back for a dip of air, and mouthed down his neck. Yanking back the fabric of his shirt, she dug her teeth in and began to suck deeply, breaking capillaries as she did. Copper flowed across her tongue and a deep purple bruise formed on Levi's collar. "Now you're mine for tonight. Fuck. You need to take off this shirt, and do it now. I need to see the rest of you."

Levi hadn't anticipated this. Physical intimacy is never a priority of his and often is something he's not completely comfortable with. However, he trusts Nat as well. The number of people he trusts are barely more than the fingers on one hand. And now as their bodies pressed together and her plush lips move down his sensitive neck that he always tends to keep covered.

Hissing at the sudden sharp bite, his head dropping back against the door. "Shit," he gasps, panting as the sensation of pain and pleasure linger. There's something that's easy about this, especially when she gives him orders to follow. he doesn't have to think about it. So quickly, he obeys, his breath heavy as he takes it off, reluctant to drop it on the floor in a mess but after seconds of hesitation it drops.

"There, that wasn't so hard was it? Good boy." She smirked and lapped over the deep mark she'd made on his collar. Now that he was exposed, she stood back an few centimeters and licked her lips at what had finally been revealed. "Hot damn." She'd been fantasizing about this for a while, and now that she had it she wanted to take it in her mouth from top to bottom.

Twisting one nipple with her finger, she wished she had a set of clamps on her. Instead, she pulled and continued to twist with her thumb and forefinger on her left hand and descends down his chest with her mouth. Slowly she covers his areola, enveloping the entire brown circle.

She works her tongue around the quickly pebbling surface. Pulling hard at it, she drags it back into her mouth, pressing it tight against the roof of her mouth, applying tight pressure. All the while, her teeth begin to encircle the tiny nub in the center, tagging and pulling, rolling it between them.

She wants him to whimper for her, to cry out and beg for more or less. It doesn't matter. She wants a reaction.

Levi's not used to being looked at with that kind of hunger and desire. His skin burns under her gaze and his cock begins to stiffen more. The twisting on his nipple has him sucking in a harsh breath, his cock twitching. The dusky, hardening nub is extremely sensitive and staying relatively still is hard but he does it as the warm, wet heat of her mouth wraps the other, drawing it taut in his mouth.

"Fuck," he cursed, a low whimper following as his hand grabbing the back of her head as every second she teases his nipple it hits straight in his groin. "Shit," he gasps at the sharpness of the pain when she uses her teeth but that's an even better feeling.

His fingers curl in her hair and his cock aches, he reaches for it with his free hand to give himself a few strokes to alleviate the intensity of his growing arousal.

Reaching down, she gripped at the hand that had started moving. The last thing she needed was a man that punched the clock too soon. She had no idea about his refractory rate and she'd never been with him before. "No touching, not yet. I want you focused on me. I'll touch you when it's time and you'll know what it feels like when a goddess touches you."

Taking in his other nipple, Natasha enjoys the play between them and how affected he is by having his nipples taken alone. Using her fingers, she curls her nails lightly along the underside of his sac, enjoying the soft cup of his balls. One of her fingers works backwards.

"You like all of this taunted and teased too?" She asked, curious. Ringing a finger inbetween her lips she drags it down his body and barely teases his cheeks open from this angle. She obviously can't reach anything from here, but she's looking for the reaction more than anything.

Levi tenses briefly but just as quickly he relaxes and lets her stop him. Her words strike straight to his core. He groans as his head drops back, the way she's teasing his nipples, makes it difficult to concentrate. It's such a simple thing really, a simple pleasure and yet intense for him.

The sensation of her nails on his sac, the slight press of them and she touches everywhere but where his cock is aching for attention. He lets out a heavy breath as he watches her finger between her lips, lips that were... heavenly just to look at honestly.

It surprises him the path that she's taking and the reaction isn't bad, it's subtle, a raise of his hips enough to show interest.

Too much teasing, and still far too much coverage. She can tell that he's certainly at his peak, but she can't see it yet. She likes the fact that he's confined and can't really get ahold of anything properly, but Natasha wants control of it all. Undoing his button and pulling down that zipper. She quickly works Levi out of his clothing. There. Now there's room for far more play.

There wasn't a lot in the safehouse to use for excitement, but she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Leaning in, she bit his lip once more, and sucked at where he had already been bruised making his lips extra full and extremely kissed over. Not that she was done with that for the evening. By the time she was done tonight, he'd wear her marks everywhere. No one would mistake him as taken for several days at least. The price of payment for sex like this.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back. I think you'll enjoy what you get... eventually."

Levi exhales harshly as the zipper and button is undone, then a sigh of relief when his cock is free from the tight restraints of his pants. There's not nearly enough attention paid his cock, though. He doesn't complain as she works at his lip, a mix of sharp pain and tingling pleasure where she bites and sucks. He can feel his lip swelling at the attention.

He looks at her but doesn't question her command, turning around and placing his hands behind his back. His breath is short, uneven with anticipation and he's not exactly sure what she's going to do to him tonight but he's confident that it'll be worth it.

Taking a line of rope that she always had in her bag, she quickly moves it into a beautiful but very simple and clean line behind his back. Perhaps she's done this a time or two, but normally under very different circumstances. Nat's not sure how far to take this, but Levi seems to like the discipline of being under a person's control. "Give me a safe word." She whispers at the back of his neck, licking and sucking another mark into his skin. This time she adds her teeth into the making of the mark for an extra focus point as she waits for his answer.

"How much pain do you like. Knives? or merely teeth and tongue. Do you want my hands, or more. Tell me mal'chik. I want to know how much of a man you are."

Levi isn’t sure how he feels about the rope as it’s worked to bind his arms, immobilizing them more or less. He lets out a shaky breath and decides that he is okay with it. He trusts her enough for it. “Uh,” he stumbles, never having thought of a safe word before. “Broom,” it’s not that weird of a choice for a neat freak perhaps. His breath is shaky as she works that mark on his skin, pain sharp even with the edges of pleasure tantalizing near.

“Anything,” he murmurs, not a man of many words. Knives, teeth, tongue, hands he’s more than happy to see how much pain he can take at her hands.

There's a tenderness behind the stern force in her eyes. She watches carefully for all the signs of stress on his body. There's a way to push a man, and a way to break one. Natasha's been broken before and would never do that to another person. She wants to pleasure Levi more than anything. "I know that trust is earned, and I swear to you, I will not break it." She whispers against his ear, running her tongue along the shell before she moves down to kiss soft tempered kisses to his collar.

Her hand slowly moves to slide around his cock and hold him. She runs her thumb along the tip, and moves her head back so she can watch how with a slow rub she can drag up a thin line of white that trails from cock to her thumb, stretching as she brings it slowly upwards-- eventually meeting her lips so she can lick it off. Keeping it on her tongue she leans over to Levi and licks around his mouth before kissing him hard and deep, forcing the bitter salt into their mixed tongue. All the while she strokes him softly, rewarding him for tasting himself, and keeping so still.

"Such a good boy."

Green. That's what Clint had called him, but he'd also complimented him on being a really fast learner. Steve was greedy to gobble up everything Clint had to teach him the first time they'd been together-- the first time Steve had sex. It was then that Captain America admitted to himself that he was bisexual with strongly male leaning tendencies, but it mostly came down to personality. He could be a little casual, but he needed someone to trust and someone he liked that he could probably keep going back to.

After having sex with exactly two people, Steve was feeling pretty swell about things. He'd learned so much from the experienced men who'd both clamored to climb into his bed, and enjoy America's ass. No refractory period, makes things even more exciting.

Levi was new to the team, and having found his footing, he and Steve had begun sexting here and there. Steve flailed more often than not, ending up blushing terribly. Still, he thought that Levi was a fella worth working for, and so he put in that work until he found out that they both really did have an interest in the same thing-- each other and playing around in a bdsm bedroom

Meeting out of the government grounds in a special hotel that Steve had found, Steve went in first. He'd never been to an establishment like this before, but it was everything it promised to be. Looking around, he fingered all the different toys on the wall, and imagined using them against bare skin. He could already feel his body respond. "Levi, you have no idea what you're getting into."

Levi didn't know what had gotten into him at first when he had started sexting Captain America. The first time, it could have just been a mistake but they'd done it more and more until now they're here. They're here in what basically amounted to a sex hotel, a very specific kind.

But the sight of all the toys, the special furniture and everything else nearly took Levi's breath away. Without doubt it stirred his cock.

"Good, Captain," Levi answers immediately. For this, and this alone, he'd allow himself the ability to not control every part of a situation. How had he even come to confess that desire to the other, much less meet him here to try and meet it.

Running his hand down one of the flogs, Steve shook his head. He barely knew how to use half of this equipment, but he would do it. He'd only been with two men before, but they were both extremely experienced and had taught him a lot when he'd asked about all this.

Turning back to Levi, he pushed his lips together and peered at him. Fuck was he sexy. Steve wanted to pin him to the bed and merely have his way with him. Screw all this other stuff, but this was important. This was a way to finally have some say in their lives, one way or another.

"I prefer sir in here. Now go, shed your fatigues and lay spread eagle on the bed for inspection. I expect you to be perfectly clean. You will be punished if you're not. Do you understand me?"

"Yes sir," Levi says, amending the mistake immediately. His eyes darken with lust as the other gives him the first orders of the night. He moves closer to the bed, working himself out of his uniform which is set neatly aside until nothing is left and he's naked, all lithe muscles, battle scars and his somewhat smaller than average cock jutting hard and begging for attention.

He pays it no mind and gets onto the bed, laying down on his back, spreading his legs wide open without hesitation. His face tints pink, embarrassed but slowly he's sinking into his role. He doesn't need to be embarrassed, he's just obeying.

Levi is meticulous with cleanliness and knowing what they were up to tonight, he had spent care making sure he was completely clean, inside and out for the captain.

Feeling his own body reacting within the tight confines of his uniform, Steve smirks and slowly stalks around Levi. In a slow grotesquely lewd moment, Steve undoes his breeches and runs a hand around his overly large cock. It had been small once upon the time, but the serum touched everything. Pulling up a pearl of precum, he smears it down the center of Levi's perfectly clean body.

"Look at this mess. I thought I told you that you were to be clean, runt. Now you'll have to take your punishment." Shaking his head, Steve moves around the room and selects a little gadget that he had been figuring out earlier. Moving over to Levi, he takes his cock in hand and leans over. "You do have such a pretty little cock. I bet you'd love for me to suck it. What do you say, yes sir?" Waiting on the appropriate response, Steve is certain the answer is yes and takes the head into his mouth, licking lightly over it, enjoying the taste of Levi's bitter salt as he teases through the slit.

Lapping around the tip, he drags his mouth down further and starts to move deeper, but then stops it all... no touch, and up he comes. "That's all for now, now this." Steve takes the item and slips the cock through the holes carefully and cradles Levi's sac with the base. A penis cage with a vibrating ball massager.. Flicking the button to turn it on, Steve nods. "No cumming allowed, not until I say. Careful with that erection too. I wouldn't want you to get too hard..." He smirks and trails his fingers along Levi's perineum, teasing the little area that's now very easy to touch.

Levi's eyes follow Steve intently, the way he moves and then when Steve's touched himself briefly and son dirties Levi's skin with the precum. He inhales sharply, swallowing at the following chastisement. It makes his cock twitch. Compared to Steve he's pretty small and well he likes having it pointed out by him.

"Yes, sir," he says, how could he not want him to suck it? He hardly needed the prompting to give him the response that had been on the tip of his tongue. He stays still when the warm mouth moves over him, his tongue everywhere and Levi exhales shakily but otherwise doesn't make a sound, he doesn't make a sound as the other takes him deeper. he doesn't make a sound until a low whimper he doesn't catch when suddenly everything is gone, the warmth, his tongue, everything.

Instead, his cock is worked through the toy that Steve applies. His eyes widen as it presses against his sac and the sudden vibrations surprise him, making him jump slightly. It's enough to draw another barely there sound from Levi. It's almost cruel to tease him about not getting too hard and then teasing such a sensitive area, making his hole tighten with anticipation even though it's not even what's being touched.

"Yes sir."

As strange as it may be, these movements make Steve harder than he thought they would. There's so much more that he can use in here, and he knows they've talked about it. He's only a little hesitant to really get started. There's a gap between typing it up in a text and putting it all into practice. Levi's so gorgeous laying out there, and a part of Steve wants to take him as he is right now, but that would defeat the purpose. Working through a decision, Steve paces back and forth, stroking his cock the entire time.

"I think I'll let you stay speaking for a little while longer, but I do want to give you something I got before we came here. This is for us, for you. A gift. Here. You are my submissive now, and if you ever want to break this partnership or use someone else, I will want this back, but I don't take this lightly. You know this doesn't come easy for me, Levi. I'm not saying we're in a committed relationship. I'm saying you're my sub."

It wasn't that Steve wouldn't prefer the relationship. Sue him, he was as old fashioned as they came, but he and Levi hadn't talked that far out. This was as much as they got. "You can wear it and decide to go on, or not. If you decide yes, then I'll put it on you." While Levi decided, Steve went to the wall with the crops, and looked across them for the right one.

Levi watches him, his eyes drawn to the other's large cock and he wants it but he behaves. The ache is so hard to ignore, though. His eyes went to the collar he's being offered. It's a huge step, for both of them surely. He hadn't expected it. It perhaps doesn't mean a committed relationship but it still is... a commitment and Levi exhales slowly.

He doesn't make the decision lightly, his eyes follow Steve's movements, excitement burning through him and he knows more than anything he doesn't want this to stop.

"Yes."

Taking the collar, Steve wraps it around Levi's neck and then hooks his fingers in the back of it and pulls to check on the thickness of it. He bought a very particular size and shape, so that if he wanted, he could yank on it and use it for breathplay. It was something that he'd read and watched some videos on before they got here. Steve did research before this when they'd talked about some of the things they liked, and this was something he didn't want to fuck up, because that meant something he didn't want to face.

"Perfect, you look sexy in it. If you move to the middle of the bed and look at the mirror you can see. You're such a good boy, so sexy. Makes me want to reward you." Steve ran his hand down Levi's chest and along the outline of his cock, not wanting to make it too painful. "Stay there a moment. I have something else for you."

Going to a little box, Steve moved back and kissed Levi, sliding his hand along the other male's back. He wanted to make sure that there was a blend of pleasure with the pain. After they'd finished some deep kissing, Steve took a step back and placed these on the other man. "How do those feel, do I need to tighten them?" Steve bent over and licked at the nipples as he tugged and pulled. Knowing how he personally felt about having his nipples bitten and yanked at. It was a maddening turn on for Steve, so he hoped that this was a little bit of both for Levi as well.

Levi closes his eyes as he feels the tug of the collar once it's on him. It's thick and it feels a bit heavy but in a good way. His eyes open again to look up at Steve as he talks. He'll move to get to the center of the bed with a few confident movements. He whimpers in spite of himself when the other's hand moves down his body and then teases his cock even briefly had him biting his bottom lip.

He's not sure what else the other had but he's more than happy to kiss him, head lifting to try and deepen it, to get a further taste. He's feeling heady on the taste of Steve, lips tingling.

His breath is uneven as the clamps are put onto his nipples, moaning and arching toward Steve and the tugging. His eyes are dark as he manages an answer. "Tighter, please sir."

The choices in the room are many, and Steve's mind is already running through them and how he feels about all of it while he tightens the clamps. It's a double edged sword to someone who is used to offering hope and help to those in need. He's the one used to taking the hits in the place of others. He's the one who stands up. Now here he is about to offer pain as a means towards pleasure. There's a twist that runs through his brain -- Steve isn't a sadist in the truest sense of the word, but he can be turned on by what pleasures other people in the extreme.

He's not even sure what that would make him, because he's never done the research, but once the clamps are tight, he looks over the male in front of him and licks his lips. Steve had thought about tying him up to one of the other surfaces, or having him kneel and laying him with his back out. However, this was their first time and he was so new that he didn't even know where to start. "You're such a pain slut, aren't you. Let's see where to go now..."

"Your safe word is Edge. Do you understand? If it's ever more than you can handle. Say Edge and it all stops." Steve went to get a flogger and brought it back, along with a set of handcuffs. "Turn around, precious." He commanded, and smiled as he did so, putting on the leather restraints so that there was enough give that Levi's arms weren't trapped, but they were certainly not going anywhere. Steve began to trail the flog up and down Levi's spine letting him get used to it before they did anything.

Ness felt his world crash during the game with PXG. His world had been filled with magic again because of Kaiser. He’d done everything, dedicated everything to him. He loved him. It never matter what Kaiser did to him, Ness always came back like the loyal dog he was. But this time… this time he’d been truly discarded. Kaiser doesn’t want him, doesn’t need him. Kaiser is better without him.

So what is the point of living? The devastation had broken him, tears covering his face on the pitch and he’d bit down on his lip so hard it’d started bleeding. In front of the entire world he’d been thrown away.

There’s no other king for him. Kaiser is the one who makes the impossible possible. His hands grip tight together, twisting painfully before he’s running off the pitch, game not even done. What’s it even matter?

Still in his uniform he’s back into his room and there’s a moment of scrambling to find a razor. Self harm hasn’t been his weakness,and that’s not what they were for but now… he finds the box, tosses it on the bed and strips his compression sleeves off, his jersey. He drops onto the floor to grab the box and gets one out. He just needs one.

He’s not thinking. He can barely see. Everything hurts so much and is nothing at the same time. There’s no point.

“Kaiser,” he sobs, pressing the blade into the skin of his left arm. The cuts aren’t deep at first, there’s no planning to them but they get deeper, eventually forming a messily written ‘Kaiser’ on his arm, he’s managed not to cut anything too important. There’s a lot of blood and it hurts like hell but he thinks to himself when he finally drops the blade that he probably won’t die. He’s not that fucking lucky. But he’s not trying to stop the bleeding either because maybe for once he might be lucky.

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