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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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[Unfortunately, Suzaku's found himself in this very situation more than once. He's yanked at, and he allows it. He's kissed roughly, and he allows it. What he doesn't make allowances for is anything else, wrapping his fist around this stranger's hair and tugging him back– but not before biting down on his lip, leaving it bloodied and bruised.]

You're going to claim me and you haven't even told me your name? That's disrespectful.

[No, ruder than tugging him around and kissing him is not providing Suzaku with his name, but please, don't question his values.]

[ Xue Yang barely reacts to the bite, not with a flinch but a low noise in his throat, somewhere between amused and satisfied. His head is pulled away but not without a bit of resistance, a grin on his face even as the red of blood slowly wells up on his lip. ]

I don't care. I'm going to fuck you either way. [ He gives another tug for emphasis, then again to drag him back into another kiss. ]

[On an even playing field, are they? Works for Suzaku. He's been looking for someone who can take a hit, and he has no shortage of frustrations to work out of his system.

Suzaku accepts that kiss with grace for all of a second before knocking Xue Yang back against the nearest tree. Pardon the clipped chuckle– he can't help it.]

You'll fuck me? No thanks. If anything, you'll be the one getting fucked.

[He shoves his knee up between Xue Yang's thighs and grinds it against his groin.]

[ Xue Yang's eyelids flutter shut for a moment and he tips his head back, but then he opens his eyes again and deliberately presses himself back against that leg. ]

Yeah? You think you can? Then show me.

[ Either Xue Yang fucks this guy, or he actually puts up an entertaining struggle and manages to get Xue Yang under him. Xue Yang doesn't actually care which it is in the end; he just won't let this person fuck him without working for it.

But Xue Yang isn't isn't about to make it easy. Without warning he reaches out, grabbing for his neck. ]

I'll do more than show you.

[Suzaku won't easily cede to anyone, much less the rude stranger that's already promising him a wreath of bruises to hide away under his clothes. In exhange, Suzaku will offer him the same. In exchange, he'll go much farther than that.

The moment those fingers snake their way around his throat, Suzaku's eyes narrow severely. Bad choice, stranger. In an effort to knock him to the ground, Suzaku slams their foreheads together.]

[ It's enough to stun Xue Yang, partially from the blow itself and partially in surprise, but then he suddenly laughs. His pain tolerance lets him shrug off many more things than a human has any right to shrug off. ]

You actually know how to fight!

[ What he means by that specifically is that this person isn't caught up in the idea that there's a "proper" way to fight, and is actually willing to do what needs to be done to win. It's a refreshing change of pace from the sorts of people he usually clashes with, much more in line with his own attitude.

So he takes a more direct route for trying to get his opponent down. Xue Yang reaches out with his foot and tries to sweep this guy's legs out from under him. ]

[There are "proper" ways to fight, but this isn't a proper fight, and Suzaku isn't looking for it to be. No man who would approach him as this one had is worth throwing down a glove for and engaging in a duel. No, like strays in an alleyway, he's better suited to cheap blows and blunt fists.

It isn't alarming how fast his adversary is– it's thrilling. Suzaku is swept off his feet, but he kicks his leg out in an attempt to drag him right down alongside him. Should Suzaku succeed, he'll drop his weight like an anchor onto Xue Yang's lap and wrap his fist up in his robes.]

You aren't bad yourself, though you fight like a dog.

[And Suzaku, despite years of formal training, resorts to fighting just as doggedly. When he throws his punch, he aims squarely for Xue Yang's face.]

[ Xue Yang goes down with him, and though the weight of a human body on him is usually easy enough to overcome if he put effort into it, he doesn't bother yet. He reacts fast enough to block the punch with his arm, not because he's worried about the pain but because he knows that getting hit too many times in his head can actually injure in a way that's difficult to fight through. ]

I'm fighting a dog, so I'll fight how I need to.

[ Which at this point means reaching to grab his opponent by the hair, bucking his hips and twisting his whole body to try to throw the other man off and down to switch their positions with an additional attempt to get his own knee against his crotch and press none too gently. ]

Keep barking.

[He'll shut this dog up soon enough. Positions reversed, Suzaku hisses when that knee sinks into his groin. It hurts, but more importantly, it turns him on.

With his thighs, Suzaku traps that leg in place, reaching up to wrap his palms around Xue Yang's neck. As much as Suzaku hates putting his hands on another's neck, he won't allow this man to have the upper hand.]

I'll give you two options– undress and I'll loosen my hold. Refuse and die.

[ Xue Yang hasn't feared death since he was seven. The threat is an amusement more than anything else: even if it were followed through on, he doesn't care. He has enough air in his lungs at the moment to hold out for a few minutes easily anyway.

But the phrasing of it in particular brings a grin to his face. Undress? He can do some undressing.

Xue Yang lets go of this guy's hair so he can put both hands on his waist, at the juncture of shirt and pants. One hand goes up, running fingers over skin as he starts to push his shirt upwards and expose his chest. The other goes down, into his pants to...

... How the hell do these pants work, anyway? There's no belt holding them up, but they're tight enough not to fall. How does he get them off?

Xue Yang ignores his own confusion at the moment, letting the one hand go as far in as he can easily get it, also touching skin but not reaching particularly intimate places just yet. ]

[How kind of this terrible man to help Suzaku out of his clothes. He'd offer him praise with no small amount of derision, but it seems he's confounded by his pants.

That's telling. That suggests he isn't familiar with something as commonplace as blue jeans, which easily marks him as a man from another world. Another time too, perhaps– his robes are familiar to traditional Asiatic attire, but Suzaku is certain they aren't Japanese.

Thankfully for Suzaku, he knows his way around a robe, easily able to unwind the sash at Xue Yang's waist, letting all those layers unfurl at once.

Of course, Suzaku is generous enough to treat the man in kind, shoving his thigh up between his legs and grinding it into his groin. There's little urgency to tug these pants right off his hips when the fabric is so thin, so light, made to facilitate quick movements. He'll be getting to them shortly enough.]

[ Xue Yang presses into that leg, and then responds to it with a grind of his own. From warm ache between his own legs, Xue Yang can tell that he's starting to get hard at this point, and it's all the more exciting. He pushes the one hand in a little further, starting to strain the jeans somewhat but still not enough for him to actually reach his target.

But he can do plenty with his other hand, and that's what he starts to focus on at the moment. The shirt is almost completely bunched up around neck and armpits by now. Xue Yang's pressing fingertips turn to nails, and without much warning he drags his hand back down Suzaku's torso all the way to his stomach, pressing hard enough to leave angry red lines but not quite looking to draw blood just yet.

His own pants remain on his hips, easy to pull down now that his belt is gone but still there for lack of any attempt. ]

[These pants really are proving troublesome, aren’t they? Fine– Suzaku will take them off, popping open the button and drawing down the fly. There’s little need to take them off, however, and so he doesn’t. Tugging them just far enough off his hips to shove his cock in this fool’s ass will be satisfaction enough.

Those raking claws have Suzaku sucking down a breath, arching into the knee shoved up against his groin. He could take this man now, if he wanted to, could press his face into the dirt and punish him for the grave mistake of crossing his path.

Suzaku could, but instead, he’s shoving his fingers into that nasty mouth and wetting them on Xue Yang’s tongue. In the same motion, he’s tugged those pants right off his hips and taken hold of his cock, tip-toeing along it with his fingers, but refusing to commit to touching it in earnest. No, this dog doesn’t deserve to be pet properly.]

You’ve had your fun. Now heel.

[ For a moment, it's almost as if Xue Yang is going to cooperate, and he presses his tongue up against those fingers. But then he bites, not entirely trying to take the fingers off but not being gentle by any means.

Now that the pants have been loosened for him, he's not backing down either, and Xue Yang grabs the waist and pulls, momentarily lifting his knee just enough to get fabric past it. Neither of them are getting through this scuffle with clothes still covering their asses if he has anything to say about it. Besides, pulling those pants down lets him continue dragging those nails downwards, past Suzaku's cock and going for the sensitive skin of the inside of his leg.

Even with those fingers in his mouth, he presses again with his knee, harder this time, and grins. ]

[By all means, bite. A little bit of saliva is all Suzaku needs to stretch this man open on his fingers, but the addition of blood, slick and red, certainly won't impede him from doing that. The pain is negligible.

Suzaku kicks off his pants before topping Xue Yang once more, dropping himself down on his hips and making a makeshift throne of his lap. The cock throbbing beneath his ass is something Suzaku will gladly ignore in favor of burying his fingers into Xue Yang's body, giving him nothing like a warning, nothing like time to acclimate to the stretch.]

[ The sensation is not all that unlike being stabbed, something foreign being pushed into his body where it shouldn't be, and is brushed off just as easily. Feeling it doesn't mean that it hurts. It registers as what's supposed to be pain, but for Xue Yang, that means unhealthily little.

He grabs Suzaku's hips and pulls them down so he can grind his cock up against them. Perhaps if he were more experienced, he could manipulate this position well enough to push himself straight inside Suzaku before he had any time to react. Yet for all the observing of sex that he's done in his life, Xue Yang has little hands-on experience. Instead he has to fumble a little as he tries to use his grip to position himself and Suzaku into place. He's never used this angle before and doesn't know exactly how it works, but given enough time, he'll figure it out. ]

[To call the touch painful wouldn't be inaccurate– there is nothing like love or consideration guiding Suzaku's fingers into the depths of Xue Yang's body. He's unbearably tight, and it occurs to him that this might be something new to the man.

Suzaku clicks his tongue, derisive.]

You aren't a virgin, are you?

[No, it may simply be the case that he's never been on the receiving end of it before. He can fuss and fumble with Suzaku's hips all he likes, and he'll reward him for his earnest effort, grinding his ass along his cock. Will he let him stab that cock into him? Unlikely, but if Xue Yang behaves himself and loosens up nicely for his fingers, Suzaku will consider it.]

Would it matter if I were?

[ That grind has Xue Yang tightening briefly as it sends a wave of heat through him, but when he opens up again he's a little looser than before. ]

If I try to fuck you like this, is it even going to fit?

[ He asks it partially because he doesn't even know. Despite how rough Suzaku is being with him, he's using fingers to start. Does that mean it just doesn't fit without doing that sort of preparation?

Either way, he lets go with one hand to reach down and grab his own cock. Just in order to position it better. ]

Not at all.

[It'd absolutely matter if Xue Yang weren't the kind of man to run over to a stranger and threaten to fuck them. It'd matter if he were more than a feral dog rutting at his ass and looking for any chink in Suzaku's armor to slide himself into. As far as Suzaku can tell, this man has no shame, no pride, no humanity. As far as he can tell, he's fit only as a partner to vent his frustrations onto.

Spreading his fingers out inside of him, Suzaku raises his hips– taunting him, teasing him, offering him an opportunity he might just regret taking. Have at it, mutt.]

Try it. I can promise you'll wish you'd submitted to me instead.

[ That makes Xue Yang laugh. His only response to those fingers spreading him is a small jerk of his hips. It's an entirely unfamiliar sensation, and part of him is curious... but he's far more curious about what Suzaku intends to do with that threat. ]

Sounds fun.

[ So Xue Yang pulls his hips back down, his cock finally positioned properly so that it starts to press at the ring of muscle of Suzaku's ass. It may be his first time in this position, and his first time pushing in without using fingers to prepare, but it's not his first time fucking someone's ass in general. ]

[It's a bit of a painful stretch, easing down on Xue Yang's cock without proper preparation. It's painful, but he isn't the only one who will feel the pains of penetration it's this tight, this unforgiving.

This is a punishment for them both. Suzaku comes to sit flush in Xue Yang's lap, but he doesn't relax in favor of clenching up hard around him. He doesn't show him mercy and withdraw his fingers, either. No, he only buries those deeper as he begins to bounce on his hips, seeking out the sensitive knot of his prostate and pressing into it.]

[ It's enough to take his breath away. The tight, tight pressure on such a sensitive part of him finally starts to get through his pain tolerance, pulling a grunt from him when Suzaku is seated fully on him. It doesn't wipe the grin from his face, but it does make it harder for him to say anything. He grips Suzaku's hips as he adjusts to the feeling, but then suddenly Suzaku is moving, and the hot friction combines pain and pleasure in a way that gets an honest groan from Xue Yang. ]

Fuck, that's--good... [ He gives a breathless laugh and snaps his hips up to meet Suzaku's motions, then again, starting to establish an unsteady rhythm. ] Shit...

[Good, is it? No need to tell Suzaku that– the cock throbbing inside of him says it all. Leaning forward, Suzaku anchors his palm to Xue Yang's sternum, bearing his weight down onto him.

He can take it, can't he? All of him. Every sharp twist of Suzaku's hips as he takes that unsteady rhythm and makes something unrelenting with it. Steadily, his fingers bore into Xue Yang's body. Steadily, he jerks upward before slamming himself back down.

This last month's been difficult for everyone, hasn't? A little stress relief is in order, but beyond that, Xue Yang's offered himself up as the perfect target for Suzaku's aggression. This dog, loud as it is, has its uses.]

If you come, I'll punish you. Don't even think about it.

[ He can feel the pressure on his lungs making it harder to breathe, but Xue Yang takes the weight and doesn't struggle. All he does is fuck back, slamming his hips into Suzaku's body in response. When he inhales, he can feel that he's getting significantly less air, but that doesn't matter to him. If anything it's more exciting, and the slight spin of the world around him accompanies a greater flood of pleasure from where their bodies are joined together. ]

Now I'm thinking about it. Do you really think I'm scared of any punishment at this point?

[ He's half surprised by how strained his voice is when it comes out, but despite that his voice is steady, and he grins just to punctuate the sentiment.

He's not about to push himself to a faster orgasm, but he has no intention of holding back if he gets there before Suzaku wants him to.

After a moment Xue Yang tips his head back and lets out a moan, more for show than anything honest, a little play at pretending he's getting closer to orgasm. ]

No... What I'd rather know is why you welcome punishment.

[Suzaku rarely wonders if there are others just as broken as himself wandering this desolate corner of hell, but there must be. He's met one other already. Xue Yang can't be all that different if he's willing to accept the pain Suzaku offers him like he might a gift.

Should he care when all he offers him pain in exchange? No, but Suzaku remains curious all the same as he drives himself down on that cock, hissing through the pains of penetration. It feels good too, of course, but he isn't about to sit back and luxuriate in how good it feels when Xue Yang is trying to make a fool of him.

At that, Suzaku scoffs.]

You're a liar, aren't you? A snake.

[Just like Suzaku himself. Just like the other broken man he'd met on this lonely little island. How unfortunate that they have this much in common.]

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