This body is a payment. And a few small tasks. Nothing too unpleasant.
[He sounds preemptively petulant, fully expecting to be lectured. Still, he shifts from holding Dan Feng's arms to clinging to him fully -- even he hasn't really understood how badly he's needed to be held this way. Not even an Aeon could pry him lose now.]
[He chokes out, shifting them so that Dan Feng is sitting against the wealth of pillows and Jing Yuan is basically a tangle of limbs with him. He doesn't seem to be able to not cling, either, shifting back just enough so he can
Pinch Jing Yuan's cheek gently, exasperated. There is the feeling of he should be more angry, explosively angry, he should be hurting him so he remembers but there is nothing of that now except the well of love and gratitude and worry.]
You can either tell me the entirety of it now or later when I pry it out of you and likely to lock you in this room because I am upset. Your choice.
[He's helping so it's fine! He honestly doesn't even know why Dan Feng would get angry about this one, and that shows on his face.]
Buying required me to help other people with their objectives, share a memory, and take a potion to temporarily look like this. Recharging it should be only one such thing, though the details will vary.
Dan Heng & Yingxing helped me with everything, this time.
And what if more is demanded of you? What if - something else happens? Don't give me that look. I can already tell you'd do it again.
[Shaking him a little, but he's smiling helplessly. How could he not? Does he have any idea how good Dan Feng feels right now?]
I'm grateful for it, my dear, thank you. [That's the first time he's said anything even approaching sincere gratitude.] But I need you to think of yourself for once in your life, Yuan'er.
[The shaking earns a whiny groan, but seeing Dan Feng happy vastly outweighs any complaints he might have. Being treated kindly by him makes Jing Yuan want to burrow into his chest and stay there forever.]
I am thinking of myself. I wanted to see you this way. I want to spend time with Yingxing without my very presence causing him to suffer. Those are my own selfish desires.
[His face twists at the thought of a Yingxing who was not clouded by mara. Who was the same man who left him at Yaoshi's altar, the same man he'd lost everything for. He's not actually sure what he'd do if they meet like this, with both their sanity intact.]
If it also works on Yingxing, then... [He pauses. Angles Jing Yuan's face up with a finger, threading hands through his fluff of hair and kneading at his scalp.] Why are you here? You should be with him.
[Dan Feng takes that at face value, at least, relaxing just that little further at knowing he's had his fill of Yingxing.]
Well, I shall be in your care.
[He takes several moments marveling at Jing Yuan's hair, taking it out of its braid gently and efficiently, so he can work his hands down into the base of his neck, and then he realizes all at once that Jing Yuan is leaning against him on his lap and in his arms and he's very warm and--
He freezes. Wills himself to think about other things than the softness lying against him; a feat that he hasn't had to do in centuries, mostly because the mara was always a thing to think about.]
[Unfortunately for Dan Feng, the sound Jing Yuan makes at the hands on his neck is likely unhelpful. The same could be said of the way pink dusts his cheeks as he sees Dan Feng's troubled expression, or the smile that follows.
There are a thousand reasons he should never want to flirt with this man, but he's Jing Yuan and Dan Feng is in his right mind and he simply cannot help himself.]
I did not say I wanted anything. [But he's petting down the nape of Jing Yuan's neck, and his tail is still around Jing Yuan's waist. He's starting to flush red.] We should not do anything you may regret later, once my mara returns. And I do not want to risk infecting you.
[He wasn't sure it would go this way, but Jing Yuan will always be the type to cover his bases.
He's also the type to, should Dan Feng's tail allow, adjust to press his rather voluminous soft bits harder against him and lean up to attempt a kiss.]
[He doesn't even need to do anything, but there's no space between them for Dan Feng to hide the kick of his hips. But at least he manages to slide a hand between their mouths, covering Jing Yuan's treacherous lips with a palm.
His heart's pounding. Why is Jing Yuan moving like that? Moreover why is his tail uncurling and just draping possessively over the other man?]
Yuan'er, I have loved you for centuries, but I've never - we've never - I - [He makes a faint dying noise.]
[The effect of the endearment is as obvious as ever; Dan Feng has to physically close his eyes and inhale, before opening them, pupils dilating and focusing on Jing Yuan entirely.]
Don't think I don't know about the tawdry poetry you and Yingxing were bandying about. [He cups Jing Yuan's cheek, self-control rapidly fraying with the promise of I won't infect him, I won't....] I want to be gentle with you for once but you are making it very hard.
[Jing Yuan rests his face against Dan Feng's hand, looking back into his eyes with a myriad of conflicting emotions. There is, of course, a part of him that's afraid of Dan Feng even now -- a part that coils deep in his gut and tells him not to trust this no matter how much he wants it. But there's also desire, and hope, and a love as deep and wide as the ancestral sea itself.
Perhaps with sanity intact, it'll be easier to see why Jing Yuan keeps coming back even when he's been torn down and stomped on so much. He looks at Dan Feng like the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the cosmos. Like one might look at a god.]
Then don't be gentle. Either way, all I want is you.
[Even Dan Feng didn't look at the Plagues Author like that.
But perhaps Jing Yuan would notice how the same expression is reflected at him, without the edge of malice in it, before Dan Feng finally leans in and closes the gap between them.
It's a close-mouthed kiss. Dan Feng's trembling against him, a hand still in his hair, the other one blindly finding Jing Yuan's, trying to lace their fingers together.]
I'm scared. [Confessed, whispered against his mouth, as he presses a kiss against the corner of it. Against his cheek, on his mole, lingering on his forehead.] Can I just... can you lie down? In the pillows.
[That awkward kiss means more than a hundred more passionate ones. It feels like Dan Feng. Like the man who still lives behind the madness and the tragedy of both this version of him and the one back home. Jing Yuan softens at the feeling, closing his eyes to soak up the fragile affection contained in the brushes of Dan Feng's lips against his face.
He lets out a slow breath as their fingers tangle, then holds on tight as he obediently slides off of Dan Feng and onto his back. His unbound hair splays over the sheets like rushing waterfall, and his nervousness shows in the way his deep and shaky breaths make his chest rise and fall.]
You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere.
[He hesitates, and then settles between his legs, mindful of keeping his tail curled behind one of Jing Yuan's knees. They won't have time for what he wants but Dan Feng would take what he can get.
Dan Feng chances a look down Jing Yuan's chest and looks back up at his face, wetting his lips. He lifts a hand - fiddles with the hem of Jing Yuan's shirt.]
[The shirt in question is a light turtleneck, worn with loose knit pants. He dressed appropriately before taking the transformation potion -- in things that could handle the stretching and shrinking in various places. There are underwear, but no bra. It's much easier to unwrap than his usual layers.
If Dan Feng looks, though, he's going to find marks. Like "Jing Yuan fucked someone else an hour ago" levels of marks. He did a quick shower before coming back, but there's probably a faint smell of Blade, too.]
It won't be just this time. I'll bring you back again. I swear it.
This time is already so much more than I can ask of you, my dear.
[He's clear-headed enough to keep all the thoughts of life is unfair at the back of his head. He is not, however, clear-headed enough to stop the jolt of sheer possessiveness as he rucks the turtleneck up to Jing Yuan's armpits, over his chest-]
Hm. [He leans in, down, tucking his face into that delicate spot under Jing Yuan's ear as he hefts a heavy breast in a palm.] You've been playing.
[The hit of cool air when his shirt is pulled up is only a small factor in the way Jing Yuan shivers. The touch of Dan Feng's hand and the warmth of his breath make his body light up, and to be completely honest so does the hint of jealousy. It comes with a side of fear, of course -- Dan Feng's jealousy has been very painful for Jing Yuan lately -- but he's putting his faith in this more familiar version of the man.]
Yingxing got excited.
[He mutters softly, resting one hand on the back of Dan Feng's neck to keep him close.]
[Where he would have previously dug his claws sharp into soft flesh, marking his possessions violently, here Dan Feng's breath catches against Jing Yuan's neck, and he takes an earlobe into his mouth, laving at the sensitive skin.]
Terrible man. [His jealousy then, seems to manifest in punishing Jing Yuan with pleasure instead, his hands groping more and more confidently at Jing Yuan's chest, roaming the wealth of skin. He drops his hips to rock against Jing Yuan's, the bulge of him already apparent.] Come to me first, next time, so I might write my displeasure at him on your skin.
[This isn't the first time, but Jing Yuan is far from used to this body. Dan Feng's hands travel over flesh that wasn't there a few hours ago, and it draws out soft, almost startled gasps with every little spark of sensation. He tangles one hand in the back of Dan Feng's hair, while the other slides down his back to rub at the base of his tail.
He's too enamoured to get fussy at being used as letter paper, but he still shoots a bit of sass.]
You're both terrible men. And yet I am bound to love you.
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[He sounds preemptively petulant, fully expecting to be lectured. Still, he shifts from holding Dan Feng's arms to clinging to him fully -- even he hasn't really understood how badly he's needed to be held this way. Not even an Aeon could pry him lose now.]
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[He chokes out, shifting them so that Dan Feng is sitting against the wealth of pillows and Jing Yuan is basically a tangle of limbs with him. He doesn't seem to be able to not cling, either, shifting back just enough so he can
Pinch Jing Yuan's cheek gently, exasperated. There is the feeling of he should be more angry, explosively angry, he should be hurting him so he remembers but there is nothing of that now except the well of love and gratitude and worry.]
You can either tell me the entirety of it now or later when I pry it out of you and likely to lock you in this room because I am upset. Your choice.
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[He's helping so it's fine! He honestly doesn't even know why Dan Feng would get angry about this one, and that shows on his face.]
Buying required me to help other people with their objectives, share a memory, and take a potion to temporarily look like this. Recharging it should be only one such thing, though the details will vary.
Dan Heng & Yingxing helped me with everything, this time.
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[Shaking him a little, but he's smiling helplessly. How could he not? Does he have any idea how good Dan Feng feels right now?]
I'm grateful for it, my dear, thank you. [That's the first time he's said anything even approaching sincere gratitude.] But I need you to think of yourself for once in your life, Yuan'er.
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I am thinking of myself. I wanted to see you this way. I want to spend time with Yingxing without my very presence causing him to suffer. Those are my own selfish desires.
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If it also works on Yingxing, then... [He pauses. Angles Jing Yuan's face up with a finger, threading hands through his fluff of hair and kneading at his scalp.] Why are you here? You should be with him.
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[But whether he ran off with the necklace as soon as he got it or has already recharged it once is a mystery of that unfinished thread.
Regardless, he leans into Dan Feng's hands like a content cat, relishing the comfort of that affection.]
I want to be with you now.
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Well, I shall be in your care.
[He takes several moments marveling at Jing Yuan's hair, taking it out of its braid gently and efficiently, so he can work his hands down into the base of his neck, and then he realizes all at once that Jing Yuan is leaning against him on his lap and in his arms and he's very warm and--
He freezes. Wills himself to think about other things than the softness lying against him; a feat that he hasn't had to do in centuries, mostly because the mara was always a thing to think about.]
If you- want to doze off...?
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There are a thousand reasons he should never want to flirt with this man, but he's Jing Yuan and Dan Feng is in his right mind and he simply cannot help himself.]
You don't look like you want to.
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I did not say I wanted anything. [But he's petting down the nape of Jing Yuan's neck, and his tail is still around Jing Yuan's waist. He's starting to flush red.] We should not do anything you may regret later, once my mara returns. And I do not want to risk infecting you.
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[He wasn't sure it would go this way, but Jing Yuan will always be the type to cover his bases.
He's also the type to, should Dan Feng's tail allow, adjust to press his rather voluminous soft bits harder against him and lean up to attempt a kiss.]
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His heart's pounding. Why is Jing Yuan moving like that? Moreover why is his tail uncurling and just draping possessively over the other man?]
Yuan'er, I have loved you for centuries, but I've never - we've never - I - [He makes a faint dying noise.]
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Better nip Dan Feng's hand about it -- while adjusting so Dan Feng's hips are between his knees.]
In my world, I've had you hundreds of times. Do you not trust me?
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I trust you with my life, with or without the Abundance, but I - I wanted. Is this not supposed to be romantic?
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[He has no regrets. Those faces are worth any potential consequences when the necklace stops working.]
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Don't think I don't know about the tawdry poetry you and Yingxing were bandying about. [He cups Jing Yuan's cheek, self-control rapidly fraying with the promise of I won't infect him, I won't....] I want to be gentle with you for once but you are making it very hard.
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Perhaps with sanity intact, it'll be easier to see why Jing Yuan keeps coming back even when he's been torn down and stomped on so much. He looks at Dan Feng like the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the cosmos. Like one might look at a god.]
Then don't be gentle. Either way, all I want is you.
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But perhaps Jing Yuan would notice how the same expression is reflected at him, without the edge of malice in it, before Dan Feng finally leans in and closes the gap between them.
It's a close-mouthed kiss. Dan Feng's trembling against him, a hand still in his hair, the other one blindly finding Jing Yuan's, trying to lace their fingers together.]
I'm scared. [Confessed, whispered against his mouth, as he presses a kiss against the corner of it. Against his cheek, on his mole, lingering on his forehead.] Can I just... can you lie down? In the pillows.
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He lets out a slow breath as their fingers tangle, then holds on tight as he obediently slides off of Dan Feng and onto his back. His unbound hair splays over the sheets like rushing waterfall, and his nervousness shows in the way his deep and shaky breaths make his chest rise and fall.]
You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere.
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[He hesitates, and then settles between his legs, mindful of keeping his tail curled behind one of Jing Yuan's knees. They won't have time for what he wants but Dan Feng would take what he can get.
Dan Feng chances a look down Jing Yuan's chest and looks back up at his face, wetting his lips. He lifts a hand - fiddles with the hem of Jing Yuan's shirt.]
Can I touch you?
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[The shirt in question is a light turtleneck, worn with loose knit pants. He dressed appropriately before taking the transformation potion -- in things that could handle the stretching and shrinking in various places. There are underwear, but no bra. It's much easier to unwrap than his usual layers.
If Dan Feng looks, though, he's going to find marks. Like "Jing Yuan fucked someone else an hour ago" levels of marks. He did a quick shower before coming back, but there's probably a faint smell of Blade, too.]
It won't be just this time. I'll bring you back again. I swear it.
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[He's clear-headed enough to keep all the thoughts of life is unfair at the back of his head. He is not, however, clear-headed enough to stop the jolt of sheer possessiveness as he rucks the turtleneck up to Jing Yuan's armpits, over his chest-]
Hm. [He leans in, down, tucking his face into that delicate spot under Jing Yuan's ear as he hefts a heavy breast in a palm.] You've been playing.
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Yingxing got excited.
[He mutters softly, resting one hand on the back of Dan Feng's neck to keep him close.]
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Terrible man. [His jealousy then, seems to manifest in punishing Jing Yuan with pleasure instead, his hands groping more and more confidently at Jing Yuan's chest, roaming the wealth of skin. He drops his hips to rock against Jing Yuan's, the bulge of him already apparent.] Come to me first, next time, so I might write my displeasure at him on your skin.
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He's too enamoured to get fussy at being used as letter paper, but he still shoots a bit of sass.]
You're both terrible men. And yet I am bound to love you.
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