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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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[It's not really the type of fruit that one just swallows whole but Huaisang can't answer him so he awkwardly chews it up, skin and all, swallowing what he can and spitting out the rest. He's shuddering again at the feel of Xue Yang's tongue against his neck with another excited flutter in his chest despite his best efforts not to respond.

But now that Huaisang's ingested some of the passionfruit and its juices, its clouding effects on the mind almost immediate. As moments pass, his world shifts and reorganizes, no longer rotating around a single axis - his hatred and desire for revenge against Jin Guangyao. A new one rises to take its place, the man presently on holding him captive.

Huaisang's pupils dilate and he speaks quietly in a tone completely devoid of stutters for the first time in Xue Yang's presence.]

I'll stay with you always.

[It's a promise and to a Nie, loyalty is everything.]

You will.

[ It's said with a similar certainty.

Xue Yang gives a second bit to Nie Huaisang's neck, then a third, higher up, and then he's capturing his lips in a kiss. It's slow, lingering, almost sweet in the way it's affectionate, but with a dark undercurrent present in the way he pushes down a little too hard. One hand continues to grip at those robes, nearly pulling Nie Huaisang up off the road somewhat. The other goes for that knife and loosens it from the ground, slowly slides it down his neck and body little more than a hair's breadth from making contact with skin or clothes, before Xue Yang lets it slip back into his sleeve. ]

You're mine, and I'm going to enjoy you for as long as I want.

[There's no trace of fear when the knife cuts so close to his skin and robes, only a distant longing for the oblivion it hints at but fails to deliver. Huaisang's been a walking corpse since the day his brother died in his arms but those rough bites breathe life into him in a way nothing else has in years. When Xue Yang kisses him, he's kissing back just as hard with a hint of teeth and all consuming desire. The hands that fought to push him away before cling to him needily now as they catch and curl into his clothes. Between the aphro and the effects Xue Yang's been having on him since the start of this little altercation, proof of his arousal was inevitable and it can be felt as Huaisang takes advantage of the opportunity grind up against the other man.]

Then do it. Or are you just all talk?

[It's a dangerous game Huaisang's playing but he's no stranger to those, even if this one's more intimate.]

[ The question makes him laugh at the very idea of it. If there's one way to describe Xue Yang, "just all talk" would be the furthest thing from it.

He gives a bite to Nie Huaisang's lip and grinds down against him in return, not as hard but definitely a bit stiff himself. ]

I will. But I'm going to take my time with you.

[ He takes another slow inhale of Nie Huaisang's skin, then presses himself to his neck. Xue Yang rocks his whole body against him as he leans in and pulls back. He places small kisses where he can feel the pulse, open-mouthed ones along his windpipe, and even bites that, with more force, would be positioned to crush it. Necks are so vulnerable, and indulging in that vulnerability excites Xue Yang. He's often living half a step away from death, his own or others', and playing so close to that is an intoxicating feeling.

His hands trace along the lines of the robes and the body beneath him, no destination in mind, just feeling textures as they run along the pads of his fingers. ]

[Under ordinary circumstances, Huaisang would panic at the bites to his windpipe and fight hard to get away but the fruit's influence is too strong. His robes are coarse silk, his body soft and pliant compared to most cultivators, lacking the muscle tone most of the cultivators in his sect have. Only one muscle has seemed worth exercising and Huaisang's honed it for years, even though his brain is failing him now.

He should be shoving him off and screaming for help, not trying to pull Xue Yang closer for more fullbody contact or crying out his name in a raw, intense growl most would never think him capable of making. Huaisang feels almost drunk as he focuses intently on the sensation of that mouth on his neck. A shiver travels through him from head to toe underneath those wandering hands.]

I want more. Take off our clothes.

[There's a ring of casual authority underlying those simple words, perhaps befitting the leader of a major sect if not the Nie Huaisang most people know.]

You'll get a lot more.

[ Xue Yang considers not listening, but maybe there's a part of him that's feeling indulgent. He continues to kiss as his fingers trail down, and then they're casually working at Nie Huaisang's belt and the ties on his robes, slowly pulling the fabric off layer by layer.

His own clothes will come afterwards, but not until he's done mostly stripping Nie Huaisang first. It's just another aspect to reinforce which of the two of them is in the more vulnerable position. Which of them belongs to the other. ]

Good. I expect a nice show.

[It might not be exactly what Huaisang had asked for but it's an acceptable compromise and one he's gracious enough to reward. Now that he's been laid bare for Xue Yang's viewing pleasure, Huaisang reaches out to nab another small passionfruit. Like the first one, the skin's soft so he cracks it open in his hands. Locking eyes with the other man, he offers him the other half with a faint smile.]

Share with me?

[The hand not holding the fruit skims slowl and deliberately down Xue Yang's side before resting on his hip briefly then falling back to rest on the pavement.]

Edited 2020-06-25 07:17 (UTC)

[ Xue Yang takes the half of the fruit, gives a small chuckle, and then consumes it in a few bites. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much of an idea of what sort of things are sexy in situations like this.

So it's gone quickly and then he leans down to press kisses to Nie Huaisang's collarbones and shoulders, leaving slightly-sticky spots in his wake. His fingers become more excited now, exploring more, pressing a little harder. Xue Yang's touch drifts lower and lower as he makes like he's moving towards Nie Huaisang's cock. He stops just shy and instead pulls his hands back to start undoing his own clothes, a grin on his face. ]

[Huaisang doesn't seem to mind the lack of finesse too much. He's more focused on devouring his half of the fruit. Considering he hadn't been able to completely finish the first one, the passionfruit's effects had been slightly diminished but with the second helping, they're strengthening fast. His eyes never leave Xue Yang, burning with intensity as he fixates on every minute detail of those kisses, heart starting to pound with each of those touches gradually drifting lower and lower.

He growls a little when Xue Yang's hand withdraws before touching his cock and if not for the fact that the other's finally starting to undress himself, Huaisang would be grabbing that hand and directing it to exactly where he wants it to be. However, he does reach up to tangle his fingers in Xue Yang's hair and attempts to drag his face near for a rough, needy, and possessive kiss.]

[ Xue Yang goes along with the drag and immediately kisses back, the taste of the fruit on both their tongues as he opens his mouth and shoves into Nie Huaisang's.

He has a remarkable amount of self-control as he slowly undresses himself, and all too gradually yet quickly, the fabric falls away to leave both of them bare. His fingers dance downwards along Nie Huaisang's body a second time, but this time when he pulls away just shy of Nie Huaisang's cock, he instead grabs his hips and pulls them upward to grind the two of them together.

It pulls a low growl from his lips, and he gives a rough nip to one of Nie Huaisang's lips. ]

[Huaisang groans at both the friction and the nip. He tugs roughly on Xue Yang's hair to pull his head and leans to deliver some rough bites of his own, fully intending to leave marks behind: one to his earlobe, another to side of his neck, down to where it joins his shoulder. He wraps his arms around Xue Yang, fingers splayed out over his back and nails digging hard into his skin.

Without removing his mouth from Xue Yang's neck, he attempts to roll them both over so the other man is on his back and pinned beneath him against the hard concrete.]

[ Each bite of teeth or nails sends a thrill through him. Something about the idea of being marked is almost as exciting as doing the marking himself, and the way that it doesn't even begin to approach the limits of his pain tolerance only add to it. He gives a pleased murmur and rubs their hips together again, both for his own satisfaction and as something resembling a reward.

He considers stopping Nie Huaisang from rolling them over, but at this point, he doesn't think he's going to run away. So because Xue Yang is feeling indulgent, and wants to see what he's going to do, he lets Nie Huaisang have the momentary victory of getting Xue Yang underneath him. ]

Impatient?

Not at all. I just think it's my turn to enjoy you for a while.

[Huaisang bends down to Xue Yang's lips once more in a slow but ravaging kiss, long hair sliding down like a curtain cutting off the rest of the world around them. His fingers trails slowly down the other man's chest to lightly twist and pinch his nipples. All the while, he positions their lengths together, rocking and rubbing against him at a deliberate, leisurely pace.

He has to break the kiss for air eventually, gasping for air as he looks around for something, anything to tie this man down with so he can never escape or forget him. In the Unclean Realm, he'd have shackles at his disposal but this isn't his home. It's only now that Huaisang seems to remember that they're out in the middle of an alley but there's no shame in his present condition, only slight annoyance.]

This is inconvenient.

[The words are a discontented mutter against Xue Yang's lips just before he bites the lower one and tugs on it roughly with his teeth.]

[ The rough attention to his chest has Xue Yang's hips pressing upwards to get a little extra friction, and he arches his back a little to push into the touches. He almost drags Nie Huaisang back in when the kiss is broken, but instead he puts his hands on Nie Huaisang's ass and drags his fingernails up the skin there. ]

What's inconvenient about it? [ He asks it despite the bite, then presses his own lips in regardless of the teeth digging in before continuing. ] When it's two guys, you can stick it in the ass and it still works pretty well for fucking.

[ Because his assumption is that Nie Huaisang is talking about the two of them trying to have sex together. ]

[Huaisang releases the bite and kisses Xue Yang, this one softer and more affectionate than the last. A shudder goes through him at the sensation of nails dragged across his skin. An actual, genuine smile surfaces at his misunderstanding.]

No, it's not that. Just thinking about how much I'd like to tie you up to keep you from ever leaving me.

[Huaisang kisses him again, this one hard, pinching Xue Yang's nipples with strength to match.. Then he moves back to his neck, spreading more biting kisses there before slowly sliding down his body, marking up the other man's torso. Huaisang's nails scratch teasingly down Xue Yang's sides and hips before slipping toward his groin.]

[ Each sting of what would be pain just makes Xue Yang more aroused, and the way his erection stiffens against Nie Huaisang's body serves as evidence towards it. Not only does he not mind the marking, he actually enjoys it: after all, this person is his, and the marks just reinforce that in his mind. ]

That's my line. Maybe I'll drag you to some vines and have them grab you for me. That worked pretty well the last few times.

[ He rolls his hips upwards at the touch, but considering his own teasing behavior earlier, he's not going to be surprised if those hands don't make it all the way to where his body wants them. ]

'The last few times'? There have been others?

[Huaisang's eyes flash as one elegant hand wraps tightly around Xue Yang's cock, squeezing hard enough to be painful in average man. He may be too weak to wield a saber with much efficiency or finess but it takes more strength for an artist to maintain a steady hand than one might think and he's applying all of it at this moment.]

Clearly, you don't understand how this works and need to be taught lessons in obedience and loyalty, Xue Yang.

[With the passion fruit's effects saturating a mind already predisposed to possessiveness, jealousy, and obsession, remedying what feels like a terrible blight on their relationship is all he can think about. Abruptly, Huaisang gets up off of Xue Yang and onto his feet, heavily favoring his injured ankle as he looks around the area for these vines his acquisition had spoken of.]

Get up. I wish to find and make use of these vines for your education.

[ The hand squeezing his cock makes his breath catch as a wave of arousal goes through him. He's distracted enough that the use of his name goes completely past him and barely registers at the moment.

One Nie Huaisang stands up, Xue Yang stares up from the ground for a few moments, then abruptly laughs. ]

Look at you getting all high and mighty. You're mine, not the other way around.

[ He stands up and goes to grab Nie Huaisang by the arm. ]

So what if I tied up other people? You don't have any say in it. I could tie up you too and leave you where no one would find you, until I felt like you deserved to be fucked by me and came back for you.

[A thrill goes through Huaisang when Xue Yang grabs his arm, a rather wolfish grin slowly surfacing. Is it just the effects of the fruit pushing him to recklessness or some other force entirely? Who knows.

He leans in to whisper in Xue Yang's ear.]

If you think people wouldn't look for me, you are sorely mistaken. Then they would have me instead of you. Are you sure that's what you want? For me to belong to someone else? Because I can be theirs just as easily as I could be yours.

[Huaisang nuzzles almost tenderly before biting his earlobe, tugging it briefly, and pulling away.]

If you have others then I shall have others as well. As many as I can enjoy at my leisure. You have no say in the matter either.

They'd look, but they wouldn't find you. I know how to hide people. I'm really good at it.

[ He grabs the back of Nie Huaisang's head and sinks his teeth into his neck to leave another mark. ]

Maybe I'll use you first. Just in case. Then I can leave you and come back later. What do you think? [ Xue Yang's hand tightens into a fist at the back of Nie Huaisang's head, clenching on his hair, and he speaks up before Nie Huaisang can reply. ] I like that idea. Let's go.

[ With that, he starts to pull Nie Huaisang along in the direction that seems most reasonable to finding a cluster of vines. ]

[The information barely registers, not that Huaisang hadn't already suspected him of cutting his brother to pieces from the moment he first lay eyes on him. Jin Guangyao would never get his hands or robes so bloody with a gruesome task such as that. The fruit holds sway over him now, as does the excitement at being so controlled like this. There's something freeing about not being the one to make all the decisions. It's been over a decade since he's experienced that kind of exhilaration.

It's enough to make Huaisang bend a little, just enough to give him a reward. He moans outright at the bite, reaching down to grab Xue Yang's dick once more and start massaging it as he's dragged along.]

You don't have to hide me but you can take me away from here. Into one of these houses and we can make it ours. Just you and me, no one else. No one else exists outside it, just us. It can be our special place.

[ Xue Yang can't help the noise that slips from his throat, aggressive yet pleased. ]

Sounds good. You won't want to leave even if you could. I'll make sure of that.

[ Further down the way is a set of buildings that seem completely overgrown with plant life. Xue Yang eyes them before selecting one and pulling Nie Huaisang inside. Sure enough, there seems to be a good collection of vines overtaking two of the walls and spreading deeper inside, along with a few small collections of those slick, juicy fruits Xue Yang discovered earlier.

Which of course means the moment they're inside he tries his best to shove Nie Huaisang against one of those walls to get him stuck in the vines. Right now, though, he's in no state to manipulate them to nearly the level of finesse he'd figured out how to handle them with before. ]

[Huaisang's smile widens as his back hits the wall, offering no resistance as the vines start twining around his wrists and snaking up his arms. They tangle in his hair and coil around his waist and legs, threatening to overtake him just as they'd done the house. But still, Huaisang doesn't struggle or make any attempt to get away at all. He just leans into the vines' embrace, head tilting slightly as another vine starts to slither across his throat.]

I think they want to claim me.

[His tone's mock innocent, his eyes sharp and dark as he watches to see what Xue Yang does next.]

I won't let them. They're just holding you for me. You still belong to me.

[ He eyes that vine starting encroach on Nie Huaisang's neck, and for a moment, considers letting it.

But no. If Nie Huaisang is going to be choked, it will be with Xue Yang's own hands.

He knows how to coax the vine away, to convince it to lose interest and wait for a different target, but that's not good enough for it. Xue Yang pinches it, squeezing in on a particular point until there's the sound of plant matter giving way as his fingers dig in. The vine immediately goes slack from that point to the end, as if it were no different from a normal plant. ]

If I want you there, I'll put you there.

[ Then he leans in and bites Nie Huaisang's lower lip, then his neck, then down his chest among the vines, leaving a trail of marks as his mouth slowly makes its way lower along Nie Huaisang's body. At the same time his hands occupy themselves with the vines, a little haphazard in their work but still managing to mostly coax them away from the important places he still wants access to. ]

[Huaisang hums softly, satisfied with that response. Whether Xue Yang understands or acknowledges it, their ownership is mutual and he can live with that kind of arrangement. The vines are holding him fast so he can't move around too much but he can certainly let out sharp gasps and arch eagerly into those bites. The thought alone of being marked from head to toe by his new pet is an exciting one.]

Looking forward to it.

[If Huaisang had a hand free, he'd stroke Xue Yang's hair for being such a good dog.]

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