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]

"Asshole," he mutters, biting the inside of his cheek to keep quiet. He grabs the back of his head, dictating the pace. As if that's a punishment.

[threedontknows]

He lets Aaron hear the soft groan and feel the tightening of his hands in his robes. His own cock hard in his trousers by the thought of being used, he lets Aaron fuck his face and throat.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He moans deeply again, moving him faster as he feels his release. He lets out a soft cry and releases his head, on the verge of losing himself.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang greedily swallows him down, groaning sweetly as he pulls back and looks up at him adoringly.

“How can I help myself?” he asks, voice a little hoarse from his throat being used. “When you look so beautiful in the sunlight?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He trembles at the sight of him and reaches down quickly to tucked himself back into the trousers.

He reaches a hand down for him. "Now stand up and say it again."

[threedontknows]

He climbs to his feet and grasps Aaron’s arms, hauling him forward to kiss and nip along his jaw. “I want you, here or on the Barge, it doesn’t matter.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron cups his face. "Only me?"

This is an important point. He knows Huaisang's a flirt. He doesn't want to disparage that, but he wants an assurance.

[threedontknows]

Aaron doesn’t know how devoted Huaisang can be as a lover. He’s never let anyone get that close, but all he needs to do is look at his devotion to his brother. All-encompassing, obsessive, world-shaking.

“Only you,” he whispers, turning his head to kiss Aaron’s palm. “Only you, forever. I could be so good to you.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I know," he mutters, gently clutching his chin. "I want you to."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang whimpers softly at the touch. "Then let's go back to my bedroom. We can read and I'll feed you melon and berries, and you'll be just as spoiled as you deserve."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"And I'll tell you poetry just like you deserve," he tells him. "But you gotta fuck me for it."

He's not willing to let him be wanting.

[threedontknows]

He raises himself up on tiptoes to press their lips together. "Oh, no," he laughs, "anything but that."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He holds him close for a moment. "Go," he insists, pushing him away.

[threedontknows]

He lets Aaron push him back but quickly grabs his wrist, unwilling to let him go. "Come with me."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron stumbles forward a few steps, but follows after him with a grin.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang hurries him along with a bit of a laugh; he feels young and unburdened again, running through the halls of the Impure Realm. He leads them through the kitchens — strategic, as he wants some snacks.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It seems they were expected. There's a tray of buns already out and ready for them.

"You are somewhat predictable, aren't you?"

[threedontknows]

"Only when nothing big's at stake," Huaisang grins, lifting the plate of buns and pressing a kiss to an older woman's cheek as they pass.

He hands one bun to Aaron and keeps another for himself as they walk.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron laughs, taking the bun and walking after him, a hand on the other man's back. "Oh, this ain't something big?"

[threedontknows]

"Not getting food from the kitchen," he says, leaning into him. "I'd rather lull people into a false sense of security with my habits."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Shut up," he snaps with a laugh. "Get the fuck moving."

He doesn't stop until they reach Huaisang's room.

[threedontknows]

"So mean to me," he pouts, following along with his smaller legs. He eats two buns along the way though.

When they stumble into the wing occupying the Nie Family proper, Huaisang's posture becomes somewhat more relaxed. Even when he's in his own home he's still on his guard.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron kisses his temple and relaxes, as well, sliding out of his outer robes and hanging them nearby. He sits on the floor by the table to properly enjoy his bun.

"I am not mean."

[threedontknows]

"So horribly cruel," Huaisang argues, choosing to sit down behind him so he lay his head onto his back. "Your poor gege is just trying to care for you."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah? You're never going to talk me into your bed, A-sang," he says lightly, practically singing it.

He's been listening to people. People here. In the city.

He's trying to learn.