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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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[This is an unforeseen problem.

Huaisang closes his eyes to hide their troubled glint, slipping into the familiar exaggerated trembling. He knows what kind of man Xue Yang is, more or less. He knows who he works for. The threats of violence hadn't been unexpected but this.... This is a suprise.

His mind races, his fool's mask wavering ever so slightly as Xue Yang starts... sniffing his neck? Aside from the fooling around Huaisang's done with Wei Wuxian since his arrival, his experiences have been very few and far between. But Huasiang's neck and ears are senstive, especially when teeth are involved and with all the aphrodisiac laced food making up his diet at the moment, retreating from Xue Yang for not would be the wisest course, he thinks. He needs his wits and a clear mind so Huaisang attempts to tug his arm free of Xue Yang's grip and twist away from that bite.]

N-No, i can't... There's a cultivator here. I-I haven't learned much about him yet but he's someone important! I can tell from his title! Peak Lord Shen!

[Sorry, Peak Lord Shen, but Huaisang needs to put a little distance between himself and his opponent at the moment and you're the only piece he has in play right now.]

[ Xue Yang's eyes flash for a moment and he pauses. Peak Lord Shen... Shen Qingqiu? The guy from the feast?

He tries to consider carefully, but there's too much outside influence on Xue Yang at the moment. He isn't in a position to even start to properly weigh consequences. He knows he wants to keep hold of Nie Huaisang, but he remembers that he also needs him for information.

He doesn't want to let go but he knows he wants to encourage more of that information, so despite his urges Xue Yang slowly lets go of Nie Huaisang, though he doesn't make any move to pull back. ]

Tell me more. Anything.

He's the Qing Jing Peak Lord of Cang Qiong Mountain sect! He said he wields the Xiu Ya Sword! I don't know anything else!

[Huaisang blurts the information out, in hopes that processing it will distract Xue Yang long enough to give him a few seconds edge on an escape. With no more pieces until he can either obtain more or acquire new information from Peak Lord Shen to barter with, if Xue Yang gets his hands on him again...

His present company may have told him not to try to run during their previous encounter but he has no choice but to risk it now. Huaisang turns around and runs, using what cultivation ability he has to to boost his speed to try and extend that tiny fraction of a lead before Xue Yang can recover and give chase.]

Peak Lord?

[ Well, maybe that explains why the guy was so bad at sex-related things, if he's really a big-shot cultivator--

It takes Xue Yang a moment longer than it should to realize Nie Huaisang is fleeing. The moment it registers, logical thought is out the window. The part of him that held back for information evaporates as he watches the man flee with more speed than a human should be able to manage--cultivators he sneers in his mind as he's already springing into action.

Without another word, Xue Yang immediately gives chase. ]

[Huaisang can't look back; he has to keep running while he has the chance. Once he's had time to regroup and rethink his strategy, he'll figure out another way to drive a wedge between Xue Yang and Jin Guangyao.

But where to run? This isn't Qinghe or even the Cloud Recesses, places where he knows the layout and where all the good hiding places are. This is the Nameless City and even had he known its streets well, the sudden overgrowth of vegetation disorients and obscures any landmarks he might recognize. While Huaisang could find his way back to the house he's sharing with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng and safety, doing so would raise questions he's unwilling to answer yet.

No, he's going to have to takes his chances on unfamiliar territory and hope he can find help or a place secure enough to hide in.

Huaisang skids around a corner into a backstreet.]

[ Xue Yang follows quickly, a hunter with his prey. Or an owner running after an escaped pet.

Nie Huaisang has enough of a head start that he keeps ahead of Xue Yang for a little while, but slowly the distance closes between them. He doesn't know where they're going, if they're going anywhere. He doesn't care.

He just knows that he isn't letting this man escape from him.

Around a corner, down a narrow road with too-high buildings on either side of them, Xue Yang spots what looks like his chance. As if pouncing he leaps, throwing his full weight at Nie Huaisang's back in order to take him down. ]

[The road taken turns out to be a dead end.

Huaisang's in the process of searching for side window or door or any alternate path at all when his pursuer's weight crashes into him from behind, knocking him off-balance. Instinctively, he tries to turn his body to avoid falling facefirst onto the pavement, his ankle twisting painfully in the process. Huaisang manages to avoid cracking his head on the ground but he's still too dazed from the impact to immediately respond.

For the moment, he's completely at Xue Yang's mercy.]

No running.

[ Xue Yang snaps it, letting his full weight sit on top of Nie Huaisang for the moment. The chase has his blood pumping, and the sudden end to it leaves him wanting more. ]

No running.

[ He repeats it, as if Nie Huaisang is in any position to disobey at the moment. He needs more; this isn't enough. It isn't enough to have Nie Huaisang underneath him. More. More. He needs to understand that he's Xue Yang's. That there's no hope of getting away from him. More.

Without any thought to the finer points of what he's doing, he lashes out again. Xue Yang reaches forward to grab a handful of the long hair splayed on the ground, and pulls it. ]

[Something's stirring deep inside Huaisang as he stares up Xue Yang's intense face, an unfamiliar flutter of excitement he can't explain. Maybe it's all the aphro-laced food he's been eating lately. Or maybe he's had idle sexual fantasies about chased, captured, and pinned down similar to this. But even with the pain shooting from his injured ankle, there's a small part of him that doesn't feel nearly as upset over this outcome as he ought to be. His eyes narrow with a sharp, clear focus as the mask he's worn for years starts to slip.

That is, until Xue Yang pulls his hair.

A sudden, very loud yelp escapes him followed by an even louder dismayed wail. The cold, calculating glint is gone, replaced what appears to be mindless fear. Huaisang's head shakes desperately as he squirms and bucks under Xue Yang in what appears to be almost cartoonish hysterics.]

No! Don't pull my hair! It hurts! It hurts! I don't know anything else! I swear, I don't! Let me go! Let me go!

[With every words, Huaisang's voice raises in volume and pitch until he's essentially shrieking right in Xue Yang's face.]

[ Xue Yang sees the flash of a different expression, but he's in no state to actually register it, and it's forgotten almost immediately. When Nie Huaisang starts wailing, just to drive his point in further, Xue Yang pulls his hair again.

But then Nie Huaisang doesn't quiet down. He in fact does the opposite of quieting down, and Xue Yang's grin starts to fade as that voice gets almost impossibly obnoxious.

So he does the logical thing, and tries to press his hand to Nie Huaisang's mouth. ]

Shut up.

[The impulse to bite that hand is strong but Huaisang holds himself back for now, his cries gradually quieting down into frightened whimpers, body seeming to reluctantly relax and grow docile beneath Xue Yang's weight.

He continues to stare up at Xue Yang with wide, teary eyes. They're pretty easy to summon on command when his scalp stings from where his captor had yanked and the pain in his ankle is all too real. All he has to keep them going is to concentrate on how much it all hurts.]

[ Xue Yang glares down at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He doesn't let go, but since it seems like Nie Huaisang is cooperating enough, he doesn't escalate for the moment. At least, not in holding him down.

He does lean in for another bite of his neck, easily rough enough to leave marks. ]

[Huaisang endures it for a moment, shuddering as Xue Yang's teeth sink into his neck. He makes an unintelligible whining noise at the roughness but isn't making an real attempt at getting away, at least, at the moment.

It's hard to stay focused on escape when he's been living in a state of continued sexual frustration for weeks and Xue Yang's somehow managing to stumble his way through the list of things he'd told his friends he might like in bed through sheer, dumb luck. But he has to get away for reasons he's finding increasingly difficult to keep in mind the longer this goes on.

So Huaisang makes another break for it, attempting to shove Xue Yang off of him and wriggle out from underneath him, all the while screaming at the top of his lungs.]

Help! Somebody help me! Please! Help! I need help!

[ Xue Yang is ready for it this time, and even if Nie Huaisang gets free from his grasp, he doesn't make it very far.

It's a simple flicking motion to get the knife out of his sleeve, then Xue Yang immediately stabs it into the ground directly beside Nie Huaisang's throat. He's not going to stab him in his throat, no, that would be too easy--this person is his, and he's not about to lose him to death so quickly--but Xue Yang is well aware of how threatening the mere presence of the blade can be.

Then partially as punishment for yelling, and partially as a deterrent from yelling more, Xue Yang then reaches out for the closest reasonable thing to use: a small passionfruit from an overgrown plant sticking up from beneath the road beside the two of them. He shoves it straight into Nie Huaisang's mouth to gag him. ]

You're not good at knowing when to listen, are you?

[Huaisang barely has a chance to even move when a blade is stabbed far too close to his neck for comfort. Before he can even react, a small, leathery fruit is shoved into his mouth. The skin's soft enough that his teeth pierce through, causing sweet juice to start dribbling into his mouth.

He remains perfectly still, even more than he'd been before, staring helplessly, apparently too petrified to move even the slightest as he simply watches to see what Xue Yang plans to do with him next, swallowing the juice accumulating in the back of his throat.]

Going to try again? Or are you going to let me keep you without screeching any more?

[ He pauses for a moment, then he leans in to drag his tongue up the side of his neck, boxing Nie Huaisang in between it and the blade. He doesn't start undressing him just yet, though the urge is certainly there. Xue Yang simply curls his fingers in Nie Huaisang's robes, holding tight for the moment. This man is his possession. His. No one else's. And he plans to take it slow, to enjoy him at his leisure. ]

Edited 2020-06-24 03:46 (UTC)

[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.]

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