openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

Aaron/Huaisang

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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"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."

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

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."

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

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?

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.

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.

"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.

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."

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

"Only if you don't," he tells him, smiling at his licks down to one of Aaron's muscled pecs. He'd hesitate to call them tits out loud, but that's what they are to him - round and perfect and worth worshipping. Huaisang lowers his head and laps at one of his nipples, fingers rolling over the other until he feels both of them stiffen.

He laughs, but it turns into a moan as he attacks him with his tongue. "Goddamn," he sighs. "Oh, you drive me fucking crazy."

"Not yet," he says, smiling as he drags his tongue down his abs to the trail of soft hair leading from his navel. He tastes and savors, fingers lightly dragging down his stomach and over his hips.

But Huaisang wants to do something different this time around, and so he turns and lays down beside Aaron on the bed. "Bring yourself up here."

Confusion briefly crosses his features, but he sits up. "Why? What are you going to do?"

He looks up at him through his dark lashes, reaching for his hips to guide him over his chest. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

"You whore," he teases, but straddles his chest, guiding his cock into Huaisang's mouth.

"Oh...fuck. You are....perfect. What am I supposed to do woth you, huh?"

He slowly rocks into him, finding his rhythm.

He would love to be Aaron's whore. He would adore nothing more than to be available for Aaron's use whenever he felt like, to stop big important sect business and fuck or be fucked by his Nie Fu Ren.

Huaisang relaxes his jaw and takes him down to the root, sliding his hands up along his thighs.

He props himself up against the wall and lets out soft noises as he rocks his hips into him. "What should I think when I see you next? Dressed up, telling people what to do, when you've had my cock in your mouth and begging for it?"

He ducks his head, gasping. "Goddamn you."

Tears prick at the corner of his eyes as he catches Aaron's thrusts, his prick sliding down his throat, coating his tongue with the taste of him. He has to slow his breathing, his cock aching painfully in the chilled air.

He continues to hold onto his thighs just for purchase, whimpering and silently begging him for more. Yes, yes, he's a whore just for him, he's powerless when it comes to Aaron. Please, more...

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