openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

Huaisang is waiting for him by the front door, red, translucent veil resting over his face. When he sees Aaron finally enter the room, all dressed in the fine robes for their wedding, his heart skips a beat. He looks perfect.

"Are you ready?" He holds out a hand to Aaron to take.

He adjusts his own robes, but he's struck silent by the sight of him in that veil, lips lined with color behind it.

"Fuck."

He takes his hand. "Yeah. I'm ready."

Oh, he looks so handsome, just like he'd always imagined his husband to be during his more indulgent daydreams.

Nie Huaisang squeezes his hand and then leads them away, slipping through the lesser-used corridors and paths of the fortress to keep nosy interlopers at bay. This isn't for them, it's for him and Aaron and no one else.

At the foot of the ancestral hall Huaisang pauses and takes in a breath. It's time for Aaron to meet the family.

Aaron follows closely beside him, biting his tongue against any remarks. This is a happy occasion and he's roiling with nervousness, but he's strangely serene here. Now.

He notices the pause and pulls Huaisang close. "Hey," he mutters. "I love you."

Aaron loves him. He's found someone who loves him, ugly parts and all. He turns and pulls the veil back from his face, wanting to bring their foreheads together.

It's all the reassurance he needs.

Hands still entwined, he walks with Aaron into the hall that holds the family tablets, past the line of Nie ancestors to where Nie Mingjue's inky black nameplate stands. "Da-ge," he says softly, then turns to his father's tablet, then his father's first wife, then his mother's, giving each tablet a low bow. When he speaks his voice is soft, almost a little nervous. "Father. Mother. Mingjue. This is Aaron, my husband-to-be, my Nie Furen. We met...somewhere very far from here, both of us in distress and unmoored. We found stability in each other, and then love."

He inhales softly and gets down onto his knees for another low bow. "If you've ever loved your A-Sang, if you've ever accepted my unusual ways and ideas, you'll see my happiness and bless this marriage with prosperity and good-fortune."

Huaisang sits back up and gestures for Aaron to join him on his knees beside him. "We take three bows now, Aaron."

Aaron doesn't know if he believes in all of this. He knows that he doesn't have to, but - he would do this for Huaisang. He stands beside him, nodding in turn to each, then gets on his knees beside his love. He puts his hands together and bows, low, with Huaisang. Once, twice, and a last time.

He sits up, then, raising his head and looking to him. "Your brother would be proud of you," he tells him softly. He knows it's breaking tradition, but his A-Sang deserves to hear it.

It's all breaking tradition, every moment they're together. Huaisang grasps Aaron's robe and pulls him close for a kiss.

"Thank you, baobei. Come."

He takes his hand, glancing once more towards Da-ge's tablet and then back to the door. "My Nie Furen."

He takes his hand with a grin and nods. "Yeah." And Huaisang gets a kiss on the cheek.

"Now do I get you all to myself?"

"You get me all to yourself, now and forever. Whenever you'd like, whatever you need, I have you."

"Good, cuz you look real pretty and I want to kiss your mouth with all that paint on it," he grins. "Can we go do that?"

"I do look real pretty, and I want you to smudge all the makeup off of my face and onto yours."

He grins and then starts an outright run towards their rooms.

He runs with him, cackling the entire way, and then pushes him against the wall when they get back to their rooms. He cups his face, begging him with his kiss.

He whimpers into the newly-wedded Nie Furen's lips (Nie Aaron? Is that silly? It doesn't really matter, but yet it does), groaning back into his mouth as he slides his tongue against his.

He starts with his hair first, reaching up to take the veil down, to undo all of the adornments that Aaron so loves.

"I love you," he mutters. "And I want you to remember that when I'm begging you on my knees."

A few of his golden trinkets jingle in the shuffling, and he laughs softly as he looks up at him through the loose strands of his hair in his face.

"You're going to beg? I'll be generous and gentle with you, Aaron, always."

"But I want to," he laughs, pulling away to start on his robes. "Don't worry."

He laughs softly. "Easy on my robes! This is fine silk, Aaron, very expensive."

"Shut up. I'll get you more. And when will you wear them again, huh? You gonna get married again?"

He bites his bottom lip as he kisses him.

"I'll wear them for our anniversary," he tells him. "Or when we want to reenact our wedding night. Isn't something that you want? To replay this night over and over again?"

"Then if it's just for me, I won't mind them a little ripped here and there." And he pushes them from his shoulders, aching to devour him.

The robes fall down and catch at his elbows, and Huaisang takes his head into his hands and kisses him again, groaning as he leaves lipstick on his mouth.

Aaron fumbles with his own robes, smearing that lipstick between the two of them with a moan. "I love you," he mutters, stepping back, wanting Huaisang to follow.

If he loved him then he wouldn't keep pulling away!

He sighs and steps forward to follow, grasping his hand to take him to their bed.

That's what he wants. He strips down as they walk, though, giving him a lot to look at.

And he falls back on the bed, pulling Huaisang with him.

And it is a lot to look at, cute little dimples in his bum and all. He sighs softly, completely in love and enchanted by every single part of him.

Huaisang falls onto him rattling and jingling with his various jewels and tokens and talismans, sitting up so he can lean over him with draping hair and fabric.

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