Aaron/Huaisang

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's nightfall by the time Aaron finally sees this "Impure Realm" that they took him to. He's hungry. He's filthy. He's thirsty. And there's nothing around him that's familiar. He has cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans and nothing else of his own. No note. No information.

Only the vaguely unsettling feeling that he's been deposited somewhere...wrong.

These people look like Huaisang. The robes, the way they move...it's familiar enough that, before they could unsheath their swords, he's throwing his hands out, asking for Nie Huaisang to their complete bafflement. But they loaded him up and took him. Goddamn.

Hopefully they sent someone ahead.

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[creeksidealtarboy]

He takes his hand after he's eaten his fill.

"I've been thinking. It's been - days now. I don't think the Barge is coming back, Huaisang. There isn't anyone else here."

[threedontknows]

“I’ve been thinking about it as well. I’m going to put notices out to the other clans and see if there’s anything amiss.”

But maybe…dare they hope?

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Would you have heard by now?" he wonders idly, standing up and holding down a hand for him.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang places his hand in his with a soft smile of thanks. It feels good to be looked after.

“Possibly, but they might assume these visitors are ghosts or yao. It also depends on how scattered everyone is.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Aren't you some badass leader?" he laughs.

[threedontknows]

He pulls his closed fan - a favorite one - from his sleeve and bops Aaron on the chest. “Of course I am! And my network of gossips is unparalleled! But I can’t account for everyone being sneaky or stupid, can I?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He laughs, reaching out to capture that fan in his fingers. "You should. But there ain't that many sneaky people around."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang pulls the fan back with a dramatic snap, flicking it open in one smooth motion and batting his eyes. "Just you and me."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Exactly," he laughs. "So maybe - I don't know. Maybe I really ain't gonna go back."

[threedontknows]

"Maybe you won't." He slinks up to him, looking up into Aaron's face with one of the more sincere smiles he's ever given him. "You'd make a perfect Nie Fu Ren."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron pauses. "That doesn't translate for me," he laughs. "What's that mean?"

[threedontknows]

He closes the fan and tucks it underneath Aaron's chin, chasing it with a soft kiss along his jaw. "The Nie Fu Ren would be my husband. Wife, bride. If you stayed."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pulls away. "Does it gotta be wife?" he grumbles, looking oh so petulant.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang sighs and follows him, equally as petulant. "It's just the name, the meaning of it would be spouse of a sect leader. Is that really your only reservation?

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron looks down and away for a long moment, thinking.

This is not the life he had wanted for himself, but - doesn't that make it better? Here, he's free. He can read books. Write. He can study and work and make a life for himself that he couldn't do otherwise.

And he'd have Huaisang, who he -

Fuck.

He loves him.

"Yeah," he laughs. "But it ain't gonna stop me."

And he pulls him into a deep kiss.

[threedontknows]

He's serious in his proposal, but ready to be flippant if Aaron continues to push back. He would never, though it would be difficult to hide his longing for him.

As Aaron pulls him into the kiss he sighs, throwing his arms around his neck and licking into his mouth.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I love you, A-sang. I want to marry you and live here and be a goddamn doctor."

He threads his fingers in his hair and kisses him again.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang gasps into the kiss, having to keep his heart from leaping out his throat. He kisses him back fiercely, then slow and with a filthy tongue, tasting mouth and then nipping at his lips as his head swims. He loves him, he wants to marry him, he's going to be his Nie Fu Ren.

He has someone to share his life with him. No more loneliness for Nie Huaisang, the former Headshaker.

He pulls back to softly pant against his neck. "I need you to take you to bed now."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I thought that's where we were headed," he laughs, pulling on his robes, tugging him along. "I want you to suck me off and then fuck me so hard my screams make the servants blush," he tells him.

[threedontknows]

He follows with a giant grin. "I think I can do that!"

He's going to fuck this man into an oblivion, and he's going to thank him for it after.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron takes his hand and leads him back inside, back through the gardens and the hallways and the archways and the kitchens and all the other places until they finally reach Huaisang's rooms so he can turn and press a bruising kiss onto his mouth.

[threedontknows]

He follows after him like he’s young again, turning to look over his shoulder though there’s no danger of being caught or chastised. He laughs with him and then throws himself into his arms once they’re behind closed doors, opening his mouth to him in invitation.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron has no patience left in him. Huaisang kisses him and Aaron fumbles with his robes, pulling them open so he can put his hands on skin, feel his warmth.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang takes hold of Aaron’s robes and stripes him down far faster, though he’s a generous lover when he wants to be, and helps him take him out of his many layers of fine cloth. He pulls the silver guan from his hair and lets down the various braids and long locks of black hair, then practically tackles Aaron onto his bed.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron yelps out and falls back onto the bed, reaching up to toy with his hair, moaning against his mouth.

"Ah, don't hold back, hm?"