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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[threedontknows]

Huaisang likes this little night together. They flirt, they laugh, they share stories. He's shaking his head in amusement as he throws back the remains of his final cup.

"Doing just funerals must have been dreary as all hell. Plus no tips."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Exactly. Which means that I had to pay for his lunches every week!" he laughs, sitting back a little. "Shit, man...I think I'm tapped out."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang nods towards the stairwell behind them, pulling a few pieces of silver from his sleeve to pay for their food and drink. "Come on, I'll show you the room."

Because of course Nie Huaisang has a favor room at the inn.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron stands up, gesturing for him to lead the way. His head is spinning, he's been staring at Huaisang's stupid fucking face all day and that goddamn fan....

He is desperate for some privacy.

[threedontknows]

Naturally Huaisang takes his time ascending the stairs, pausing to fan himself or chatter about some inane thing they saw at the market together. Eventually he leads them to their room for the night - a decent-sized space on the corner of the building - opening the door with a hum.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He's going to fucking kill this man.

But he doesn't. He just rolls his eyes as they ascend the stairs and, when they walk in, he grabs his arm to pull him into a kiss.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang lets out a startled little yelp as he’s drawn into Aaron, pretending to swoon a little as he meets the kiss. He does, in fact, melt into him though, very slowly replacing the coy act with a very sincere press back into the kiss.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He draws him close, but this kiss is not the same as their ones before. This is determined. Desperate, almost. He slides a hand behind his neck. "You are such a bitch," he murmurs. "All goddamn day."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang can immediately sense the difference, the sudden shift. In the back of his mind he wonders why, but also presses back against him, mouth finding Aaron’s jaw.

“But baobei, I’ve been nothing to sweet with you,” he says with a shameless purr. “Didn’t you like being shown off around Qinghe?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron tilts his chin up slightly, arm wrapped around him. "Sure, sure. But I just wanted you back here."

[threedontknows]

“You wanted me all to yourself, is that it? Too many eyes on me, and it made you jealous?”

Huaisang smiles, kittenish in the way he grasps the front of Aaron’s robe.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Nah. I like seeing you be the big fucking boss," he says. "But I wanted to do this." He kisses him again, but pulls away, a hand on the front of Huaisang's robes, giving the tie a gentle, questioning tug.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang’s gaze doesn’t leave Aaron’s face. He smiles and nods ever-so-slightly, permitting him to continue. “You should see me sitting on the throne.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Good, he doesn't have to fucking say it. Instead, he unties the robe, letting the ties fall, dragging his hips closer to him.

"Yeah? Guess I will eventually. You and your braids and this robe and that goddamn fucking fan."

He finds the trousers underneath and slides his thumb under the top hem, leaning in to kiss him as he does so.

[threedontknows]

He makes a fetching scene if he does say so himself, sitting on the grand Nie throne with his folded fan tapping against his palm as he listens to trade agreements and smaller clan tiffs. And he's glad that Aaron would agree, and even more relieved that he thought to wear his silk drawers and tunic with the embroidered hems. His heavier robes slide over his shoulders, but he doesn't let them fall to the ground quite yet.

Huaisang cups the back of Aaron's head and brings him close, nipping at his lips and trying to ease the sash off of his waist. "You'd look pretty in silver," he sighs.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"All those light colors," he drawls, trailing his fingers along Huaisang's newly exposed shoulder. He lets the other man do as he wish, the sash falling from his clothing with only minimal effort.

"You make me look like a goddamn angel."

[threedontknows]

"Aren't you?" His fingers trail through his golden hair. "You can't keep your secret from me, you're from heaven. I want to adorn you with precious things and then slowly taken them off of you, debauch you like the demon I am."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron looks up at him, into his face, and makes a decision. He trusts this man. It's a difficult admission to make, considering his past, but they aren't just playful banter. They're actual friends and the first person that he trusted with his secret outright.

It's not really a difficult decision once it's all laid out in front of him.

"Maybe I'll let you do that."

[threedontknows]

Knowing Aaron’s background, knowing what he’s asking, his heart melts when he gives him his answer.

He surges forward and kisses him again, walking Aaron back slowly around the low furniture and towards the bed.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He follows his lead, taking a few steps back until his knees knock into the bed and he sits down with a bright laugh.

Then his hands are on Huaisang again, desperate to feel skin under his fingers.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang crawls over him, settling easily on top of Aaron’s lap. He lets him explore, though keeps his outer robe on so he could continue looking like a coquette.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's a lovely choice, he must say. But he slides his hands along his shoulders and around to the back of his neck.

"You are so goddamn pretty," he purrs, hands trailing down between his legs.

[threedontknows]

He smiles softly as Aaron’s hand continues to drift. His eyelids become heavy as he’s touched, fire in his belly at the slow exploration.

“Tell me just how pretty you think I am.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Prettier than anyone I've ever met," he says, finding his cock with his fingers. He strokes him gently through the outside of his trousers as he looks into his face. "Like somethin' out of a dream."

[threedontknows]

“I might be a dream, baobei,” he sighs, arching his back as he’s touched. “Or you might be the dream. Ah…your hand…I can’t stand to not feel you. Push me down and help me out of your trousers.”