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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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"You got a lot of faith in my abilities," he laughs, kissing him again. "We have time for a quick fuck?"

He laughs against his lips and grinds himself slowly against Aaron's stomach. "We always have time for a quick fuck," he reminds him. "Right here in the garden? Or do you want to go somewhere a little less public?"

He pulls him close and kisses his mouth. "Here," he grins. "You can ride me like this." He is going to miss him when he's gone, but these stolen moments are delightful. They get him through many lonely nights.

"Out in the open, like the whore I am," he sighs playfully. He falls against his chest and kisses him deeply, slipping his tongue into his mouth with a low groan.

Aaron slides his hands underneath his robes, into his trousers, cupping his husband's ass and spreading him apart with a laugh. "Have any surprises here for me today?"

Huaisang wiggles with a little whine as Aaron spreads him open. "No surprises, I wasn't expecting to get fucked this morning," he whimpers. "Aaaron, please. I have oil in my sleeve. Just get yourself nice and slick for me."

"I love when you whine," he mutters, sliding a free hand in his sleeve and pushing his own trousers down to his hips. His cock exposed, he slicks it up and pulls his husband close. "Now you have to do some work," he laughs.

He bites his lip as he watches Aaron slick himself up, hiding a shiver at how much he turns him on even now. "Like I always say, it's my favorite kind of work." He sits up on his knees and presses their lips together, grasping the base of his husband's cock and slowly sinking himself down on top of him.

He's stretched open as he takes him inch by inch, groaning happily at the slight pain and overwhelming pleasure of feeling him fill him right up.

He's still unused to his golden core, unused to the feeling of it, but when he connects with Huaisang like this, it's like he knows what he's doing. He feels like he knows, but he kisses him anyway and that warmth spreads through his fingers.

Huaisang loves connecting with Aaron like this, understanding and learning his qi as he spools it into his golden core and cycles it back out. It's all yang energy, no yin, dark and deep and roaring in his veins like the way all of Aaron's passions occupy his mind. It's beautiful, it makes him tremble.

Aaron loves connecting with him in return, though he has no name or conscious awareness of it. What he does have is a feeling. A great feeling, and rocks his hips up into him as he kisses along his jaw and mouth.

He cups the back of Aaron's head and tries to bring their lips together for a kiss, groaning softly into his mouth as he feeds qi back into him. "Aaron," he groans, "Aaron, you make your A-Sang feel so good."

He bits at his lip and draws him close. "I love you," he murmurs, raising his hips up into him, rocking close. "Ah, I'm going to fill you up."

"I love you. I love you." He lets his head fall against Aaron's shoulder, mouthing against his skin as he starts to get greedy with how much he takes from him. He fucks himself hard and fast, takes his qi and lets it fill him, soft groans beginning to get more and more broken.

Aaron spends himself after a moment, rocking up into him with a cry as he bites down into his shoulder, kissing and nipping the skin just after.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, taking Huaisang's cock in his hand.

Huaisang presses his mouth against Aaron’s neck in an open-mouth kiss, sucking a red mark against his skin greedily as he bounces against his still-hard cock. He draws from his qi again, filling himself up in as many ways as possible as he comes between them.

He reaches down and grips his ass with his other hand, watching his face with a grin. "I love you," he moans.

Huaisang leans against his shoulder, gasping softly and smiling as he draws a quick array on husband’s back. It keeps the lightness between them going, pushing them both just a little further along in that sweet, blissful feeling.

“I love you,” he smiles. “I hate that I have to go.”

When he's finally spent, over and over again, finally exhausted, he laughs. "You'll be back soon, A-Sang. Don't worry. It will be like you never left."

He knows it's true, but he can't help but feel a little nagging pull of worry to be apart from him. But he's being silly, of course, nothing could possibly happen. Aaron will have Nie guards with him, and then after that he'll have Er-ge, one of the strongest cultivators of the age. Nothing will happen.

"You'll miss me so much," he sighs, sitting up. "I can tell. Don't worry, my baobei, I'll return as quickly as I can."

"I know, I know," he assures him. "But you should go now, before I decide to fuck you again."

He gives him a quick kiss, helps him pull his trousers up, and sits back to enjoy the rest of his work.

It's enough of a playful threat that it distracts Huaisang's mind from his worries. He kisses him back, straightens his hair, and goes off to his rooms to get ready for his trip to Yungmeng. He still doesn't ride the sword as most cultivators do, so that means a long journey on horseback.

He leaves a few treats for Aaron in their rooms - on the bed a little flower, on the table a small painting of a crane, and in their wardrobe a brand-new set of robes made specifically for Aaron and his tastes. He's his Nie Furen; he needs to dress to impress.

Aaron decides to wear the new robes the next day. Even though Huaisang is gone, there are still matters of their home to attend to, and there are things his Nie Furen can and should tend to.

They have to prepare for Zewu-Jun's arrival, something that he really isn't looking forward to. Playing the diplomat really cuts into his studies, but it at least keeps him occupied.

Perhaps a little too occupied.

The Nie guards are typically steadfast and courageous, and very, very reliable, especially when politely threatened by their small but intimidating sect leader, but they do allow their Nie Furen to go off on his own when he's visiting an herbal shop he's visited over a dozen times before. They wait outside and chat, laughing and joking with each other without a care in the world. This is an easy assignment!

They don't happen to notice the nervous disposition of the shop clerk, his careful checking of the back doors and then the blocking of the front entrance.

They might not notice, but Aaron does. He's attuned specifically to the nonverbal cues of people around him, which has kept him alive for a very long time. It makes him feel uneasy, but he's arrogant enough now to not think that it can be that bad.

He walks between the aisles, plucking a vial of dang shen and another of bai shao. He places them on the counter, watching the clerk with narrowed eyes.

"Something happening today?" he asks, tilting his head, but the man barely stammers out an answer. Aaron huffs.

"I need three more of these," he demands, taking out one of the tablets. "Do you have it?"

"Yes," he answers quickly. "Yes, just - just in the back. Come - come with me."

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