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]

Aaron tried to take it all in. He'd resigned himself to a life here at first, becoming quiet and a little solitary for a few days, but that was all it took before he perked up again, dreaming of the life he could have here.

He finally found a routine that made sense, and started working on learning how to read the language properly. If the Barge was never coming back, then he was worried any residual Barge magic would leave him, ensuring he wouldn't understand a goddamn thing.

But he's a quick study and after only a week, he had been picking up several phrases here and there. Not that anyone could tell the difference, but Aaron could.

Following Huaisang, he asked every question that came to his head, but once they reached Cloud Recesses, he was too busy eyeing everything to talk.

[threedontknows]

Lan guards meet the Nie representatives and the chief cultivator at the main gate, and after a very solemn announcement to the attendees up the stairs, the entourage passes through and heads up to greet the others. Huaisang keeps Aaron by his side, smiling quite genuinely the entire time as they pass by cultivators in white, gold, and silver.

Huaisang offers a bow to his fellow sect leaders, though the ones he's given in return are lower and longer, as befitting his status.

"Your Excellency, we've prepared your rooms. Come this way."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron eyes the guards as they walk past, but he sticks close to Huaisang. He's learned how to bow and to whom, playing the part of the good guest for as long as he needs to.

It's strange, he thinks, being around such ceremony. But at least they seem to be getting a bit of a break. It's exhausting to be in his character for so long.

[threedontknows]

The rest of the Nie clan are shown to their cottages, while Huaisang and Aaron are brought to a large, empty house on the top of the mountain. It's where Huaisang usually stays when he comes to Cloud Recesses, removed but still close to the Lan family, as fitting the Chief Cultivator.

He thanks the young man who shows them along the way with a short bow, flicking closed his fan as he steps inside and inhales.

"They put the herbs in I'd requested."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Of course they did," he tells him, giving his ass a pinch.

Aaron scrubs at his face when the young man leaves, collapsing onto the nearest cushion. "I will never get used to walking that fucking much."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang swats at the air with his fan. “I was never very good with flying. I’m afraid I’d drop you.”

He fiddles a bit here and there - lighting a candle with the flick of his wrist, opening one window and closing another - then sits on the floor by Aaron’s feet and pulls off his boots. He pulls Aaron’s right foot into his lap and massages from heel to toes slowly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron closes his eyes, enjoying the attention. He lounges back, sprawled out. "Why does it always seem like you have such perfect weather here?"

[threedontknows]

He laughs, digging his fingers into a pressure point. “That’ll change, it’s all rain and fog up here in the mountains.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, but it ain't too hot. And - you're always warm if you need to be."

He hisses softly, though not in pain, at the feeling of the fingers on his foot.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang switches feet and gives the other one equal attention. “You haven’t been to Qinghe in the winter,” he teases.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"No. But I guess I will be," he laughs. "So what are we gonna be doing today?"

He pulls his foot from Huaisang's hands and gently pushes him down with his toes, sitting up to look down at him.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang laying down on a blanket of his own dark hair, hands reaching out to caress down Aaron's chest. "There'll be a banquet tonight once the rest of the cultivators have arrived. In the meantime I'll have business to attend to -- correspondence, mostly."

He smiles innocently, though his gaze is wicked. "It gets cold here in the mountains. You could hide under my desk and keep my cock warm in your mouth."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I could," he says, spreading his fingers along his chest, leaning down to kiss him. "I bet you won't last long enough to finish a single letter."

[threedontknows]

He kisses him back, slow and filthily, pulling back with slow tug on Aaron's bottom lip with his teeth. "That's not a smart bet."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"But it is a fun one," he tells him, flicking his tongue against Huaisang's lips, pulling back. "Should we find out?"

[threedontknows]

He nods enthusiastically and gets to his feet, reaching for Aaron's hand so he can bring him to the writing desk. "I hope you're not too tired."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"For sucking you off under your desk? Not at all."

He grins, curling up underneath the desk, eager for him. "What if someone comes in?"

[threedontknows]

"Hide yourself, but don't stop."

He sits down at the desk and pulls open his belt and inner robes, not bothering to get himself hard knowing that Aaron is going to do it for him.

"Even if you are seen no one will dare say anything to me."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yes, Your Excellency," he says in a shitty sort of voice, but laughs as he leans in, taking him into his mouth. He wants to get him hard, wants to feel him stiffen against his tongue.

[threedontknows]

Aaron’s mouth is a delight, but Huaisang keeps his cool as he gathers his pages and brushes to start his work. He gives Aaron’s hair a soft pet, he’s getting good and hard in his mouth, and then begins reading his correspondence.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron takes his time at first, flicking his tongue along his head, running it down his shaft. He reaches up to use his hands, sucking delightfully at the tip, then takes him deeply in earnest.

[threedontknows]

The teasing doesn’t get a vocal reaction from Huaisang, but his body responds readily. He hardens until he aches, fingers clenching his brush as Aaron starts to use his hands.

When he finally takes him down his throat he lets out a soft gasp, nearly writing off the page but quickly righting himself.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron laughs deeply in his chest, a soft sound that he doesn't bother hiding. And with Huaisang nice and hard, he fucks his mouth on his cock.

[threedontknows]

The only sound Aaron gets is the sound of his brush on the page and letters folding and opening. The distraction is helping him to stay harder longer, though he reaches down again with his free hand to cup the back of Aaron's head and guide his pace a little.

At the sound of a knocking at the door he doesn't even bat an eyelash. "Enter."

"Your Excellency," a quiet Lan disciple says. "I don't mean to bother you, but I wanted to go over some of the details of the banquet."

Huaisang pushes his fingers through Aaron's hair. "Please, I'd love to know what the Lan has in store for us."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron pauses only a moment, but Huaisang's words are in his ears. He's silent but moves faster against him, defying the pace that's been set for him.

His fingers grip his legs, digging nails into him.