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]

"Yes," he moans. "Yes, I - god, I want to. I want to put a fucking baby in you."

He rises up into him, bucking underneath him.

[threedontknows]

He whimpers softly as he raises his hips sharply, thrown off his pace in the best sort of way. He tightens himself and rocks harder, fingernails digging into his chest. "Please, a little Nie heir, you can spoil me rotten and then dote on me when I have the baby."

Huaisang grips Aaron's arms and spends himself over his stomach and chest.

[creeksidealtarboy]

A lovely fantasy and it's one that he's happy enough to indulge in. He moans, rocking up into him, and spends only moments later with a groan. He grabs onto his hips, eyes closing.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang slows down his own rocking with a pleased little sigh, but doesn't separate from him. "Mm. You could go again soon, you know." He slides his hand down Aaron's chest, touching his own spend. "You have a golden core now."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I know," he mutters. "I know, I know." He takes his hand and kisses his fingers. "I can feel it. It's fucking weird."

[threedontknows]

He hums softly and cups his face. "It is, but you get used to it. I'll help you learn to control it."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron raises his hips up against him. "You can teach me later," he laughs. "Right now, you're driving me fucking wild."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang gasps softly as he pushes up into his hips. "Oh, are you ready to go again already?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah," he mutters. "I fucking want you. But not like this." He pushes at his hips. "Hands and knees." He wants something more feral. He had his sweet husband, now he wants more.

[threedontknows]

Oh. He sees. And he's definitely interested, because he can already feel his cock stirring. He's definitely going to duel cultivate with him while Aaron's fucking him within an inch of his life; getting that kind of energy put back into you, clean qi with that certain spark? He can only assume Aaron would have the best orgasm of his life.

Huaisang slides off of him and strips off the rest of his robes, the headpieces, some of the jewelry. He smiles at Aaron and then slides onto his hands and knees.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wastes no time. He grabs onto his hips and pushes inside of him, tangling his fingers in a strand of his hair to keep his head back. He wants to see him, wants to hear him panting and begging. He doesn't start slow, either, but rather snaps his hips roughly against Huaisang's.

[threedontknows]

There's certain perks to wearing the Nie braids, and one of them happens to be this very thing. As Aaron tugs his head back he whimpers, tears in his eyes as he starts fucking him good and hard. He groans and grunts softly, starting to cycle out his qi and push it into Aaron's golden core.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He can feel it now, what Huaisang is doing, but he doesn't know why. He also doesn't have the brain at the moment to figure it out. His love is tight and hot and Aaron fucks him with a ferocity that he didn't know he had. Still, even then, his fingers massage into his skin, soothing sore muscles as he cries out his name.

[threedontknows]

The energy comes back to him twofold, hitting each one of his meridians with a shock. He falls onto his forearms, whimpering and keening as he pushes his face into the blankets below them. He's never known Aaron to fuck this hard, his eyes watering and his jaw going slack as he snaps into him again and again and again. His cries grow higher and louder as Aaron brings him once more to the edge.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wraps his hand around, taking his cock in long fingers, working him through and through. He loses himself almost immediately, crying out his name with a shudder.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang gasps and sobs into the blankets, grasping and twisting them so hard in his fists he can hear the fabric tear. "Aaron," he pleads, pushing back into him as he wrings out the last few moments of their orgasms.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron does pull out and immediately runs his fingers along his back, leaning down to kiss his shoulder. "Alright, alright, you're fucking amazing, did you know that?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang sighs against the fabric and wriggles back against him. "Mmm, Aaron...help me up and tell me how beautiful I am."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"No," he says, but he does help him up. "You're exquisite. Radiant. Resplendent."

[threedontknows]

Yes, yes he is, or rather he at least likes to hear it from someone not trying to suck up to him. He pretends to be full of himself, but the insecurity eats away at him like anyone else.

He lets Aaron help him up and nods towards their bathing area. “What about a nice bath?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Their wedding night is splendid, as are all the nights after. AAron settles into an easy routine, his head filled with his new life, the old one barely lingering in his consciousness. He has too much to learn and do to hold onto it for long. He's a fixture in the Impure Realm now, occasionally seen commanding servants and talking with visitors.

He's certainly not expecting any of the odd rumors about unrest about him to manifest into anything worthwhile.

[threedontknows]

As Chief Cultivator and leader of the Qinghe Nie, Huaisang hears plenty in terms of rumors across the cultivation world. Despite the well-earned peace, the clans were always going to fight and jostle for power, and he knew that he was seen by a lot of people as the Headshaker. They thought him naive and easy to manipulate.

How stupid.

He's tired more often than not after their wedding, the weight of the world on his shoulders and a thousand little fiddly problems needing to be solved trailing after him wherever he went. One problem happens to be a diplomatic one - Nie Huaisang needs to be in Lotus Pier and welcome Lan Wangji in Qinghe, and it can't be rescheduled.

Well, good thing the Nie Furen can step in for such occasions. Huaisang finds his beloved in the garden and slides his arms around his shoulders, peppering his face with kisses.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He's busy working on his writing, but he spares a few moments to turn and return those kisses. "What do you want from me?" he laughs, patting his hand.

[threedontknows]

"What do you mean?" he laughs, trying to sneak one more kiss to his beloved. "I want to love you, my Nie Furen. My perfect husband."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He reaches back to pull him into his lap. "Is that so?" he laughs. "Then why are you trying to ply me with kisses, hm?"