Thinking about how in canon XXC and SL could find abandoned kids who are gifted enough to take in and form their own sect, but modern day XXC would find a lost kid outside of Target and take him home and SL and XY would just be like WTF YOU CAN’T DO THAT YOU’RE GONNA GET CPS CALLED ON OUR ASSES
Holidays came and went, and they took Xue Yang’s foul mood with them. Mostly.
Since his nota breakdown, and the horrible heart to hearts they’d had since, things had… improved. He even had a therapy session in a few days, though after the past dozen “first appointments,” he was giving up hope of ever finding one who didn’t set his teeth on edge. Xingchen had gone with him to every appointment, sitting beside him since he couldn’t trust a new therapist, or himself. He’d nearly strangled the last one.
The cold-as-shit weather still irritated the fuck out of him, but he didn’t quite feel like stabbing everyone these days.
Even Christmas had been enjoyable for once, though the fact Xingchen’s present was to put Xue Yang’s name on the title for the house still made his head spin. Moreso since Song Lan’s name hadn’tbeen there. And as if that wasn’t enough, the house was completely paid off.
All he’d been able to think about the past weeks was that if something happened, he’d still have a bed to sleep in. He would still have a home.The enormity of that idea alone was too much for him to comprehend, even when it held all his focus.
He grunted as Song Lan’s gloved fist caught him in the side. It wasn’t the first or even fifth time he’d failed to block or dodge, but this time, he let his body crumple to the mat and flopped onto his back.
Even squatting, Song Lan loomed over him, eyeing him with a frown. "Where’s your head today?”
“Up your ass.”
Song Lan’s lips twitched as he pulled off his gloves. “Either you underestimate the size of your head, or overestimate my ass.”
Xue Yang laughed. “I dunno. Anything’s possible with enough lube,” he said, before swinging his arm at Song Lan, grumbling when he easily blocked the attack. He flopped back onto the mat, blinking as Song Lan set his gloves aside before working Xue Yang’s off as well. The wraps followed, and Xue Yang twitched when Song Lan ran his fingers over his left hand.
That gesture was becoming more of a habit than Xue Yang liked, but the fact Song Lan had adjusted his hand a few times now and kept the pain at bay was enough he didn’t pull away.
Song Lan squeezed Xue Yang’s wrist before getting to his feet and putting the sparring gloves away. He hung the wraps up to dry before coming back to the mat with Xue Yang’s leather glove. The new one that Song Lan had given Xue Yang for Christmas. One of two, actually. One black, and one a dark, soft gray that made Xue Yang think of Song Lan. The color of a wintery sky, or the calm before a storm.
He couldn’t deny the glove was a million times more comfortable than his old one. Custom made specifically for his hand, the leather thinner and more flexible.
Song Lan slid it into place and then hesitated, his fingers lightly holding Xue Yang’s hand. He glanced up with an expression that might have been concern.
Xue Yang instinctively tensed. That was another thing that was becoming a habit, and he couldn’t tolerate it nearly as much, because it always seemed to lead to talking.“Fuck off,” he said, before Song Lan could say anything.
Song Lan sighed and let go, rocking to his feet in a smooth motion that was far too graceful to be fair. “I’m taking a shower,” he said.
“Of course you are,” he replied with a roll of his eyes, picking himself up off the mat. He glanced at Song Lan when he didn’t move and found Song Lan watching him with an intense expression that was usually reserved for sex. He raised an eyebrow with a slow smirk, tipping his head back to expose the line of his throat. “Should I have said ‘fuck me’?”
“Mm,” Song Lan replied, his eyes flicking to Xue Yang’s throat, before he turned and headed inside.
Xue Yang grinned and followed. He expected Song Lan to shut the bedroom door in his face, but he left it open. He stepped inside in time to see Song Lan toss his shirt in the hamper before glancing over his shoulder at Xue Yang. When he didn’t say to get lost, Xue Yang moved further into the room and peeled off his own clothes, tossing them after Song Lan’s.
He could count on one hand the number of times he’d been invited into Song Lan’s bedroom; Xingchen’s room was the unofficial bedroom for sex. Song Lan’s room was obsessively clean and tidy - a few pictures on his dresser, his watch, wallet, and keys resting in the center. The bookcase was dusted and piled high with books, and the bed was made.
He paused as his eyes caught on a book on the nightstand, bookmark sticking out a few chapters in. It was one of the books Xue Yang had given Song Lan for Christmas. Not the new one by one of Song Lan’s favorite authors, but one of Xue Yang’s favorites he’d thrown in on a whim. An urban fantasy full of magic and snarky gay characters.
He didn’t know what to do with the strange warmth bursting in his chest, so he ignored it, following Song Lan into the bathroom instead.
It wasn’t as large as Xingchen’s - no tub to stretch out in - but he doubted Song Lan ever indulged in a bubble bath without Xingchen’s insistence anyway.
The water was already running and he took a moment to eye-fuck Song Lan. For a trauma surgeon, he was fit as fuck - all solid, compact muscles and strong arms. The water rivulets running over the tattoos made Xue Yang want to follow them with his tongue and teeth. So he did, stepping into the shower next to Song Lan and getting right to work. He didn’t get far before Song Lan tugged his head back, and he blinked as he was guided under the hot spray, fingers running through his dampening hair.
He caught the pleasing scent of Song Lan’s citrus shampoo and swallowed a moan, but he couldn’t resist closing his eyes. He’d shared showers and baths with Xingchen plenty of times, but those were usually more about the foreplay. There was the one time they’d been covered in edible paint, but even that had devolved into making out instead of getting cleaned.
He’d never been bathed by another person - Xingchen didn’t count. He doubted he’d even been bathed as a baby. Not like this, anyway. Not… tenderly. “You’re terrible at the foreplay,” he grumbled, when Song Lan rinsed his hair and started on the conditioner.
Song Lan hummed and shifted, his thigh pressing against Xue Yang’s erection. “Am I,” he replied dryly.
Xue Yang cracked his eyes open to glare, before snatching the cloth and soaping it up. He pressed it to Song Lan’s chest and slid down to his stomach, pausing as he heard Song Lan’s hitched breath. He almost missed it over the rush of water, but he couldn’t miss the way Song Lan shivered under his touch. A smirk touched his lips, but he hid it against Song Lan’s throat.
Of fucking courseSong Lan would get off on getting clean.
Whatever. He could work with that. He’d make this the dirtiest shower of Song Lan’s life.
He slid his hand down and across Song Lan’s hip, teeth grazing against the wet skin of his throat. He dipped further, lightly scrubbing the inside of a thigh, and was rewarded with fingers tightening in his hair.
“Xue Yang.” Song Lan’s voice was heated, and Xue Yang could hardly believe it was because of him.Maybe letting Song Lan be something other than rough with him wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
“Fuck me, Zichen,” he murmured, biting Song Lan’s shoulder.
Song Lan’s fingers gripped the back of Xue Yang’s neck but didn’t pull him away. Instead, he grabbed the other cloth and began washing Xue Yang in return. “I have a better idea.”
He tipped his head back and raised an eyebrow. “Better than fucking me?” he asked, inching his hand up to cup Song Lan’s balls, circling his fingers and cloth around them.
Song Lan shuddered and pushed into Xue Yang’s hand before visibly getting a hold of himself. “Maybe.”
Xue Yang’s eyebrow twitched higher, curious despite himself. It’d probably be something boring like reading together, but whatever. Xingchen had made a comment about being happy they were getting along better, and when Xingchen was happy, Xue Yang was less likely to be lectured or subjected to disappointed looks. “Yeah? Okay. What is it?”
Song Lan swallowed and actually looked hesitant. He didn’t respond immediately, focusing on scrubbing Xue Yang’s back and chest instead.
Xue Yang contented himself with making sure Song Lan’s cock and balls were squeaky clean, running his thumb along the piercings over and over again. He flicked his tongue against one of the barbell nipple piercings in the same rhythm and was surprised Song Lan let him.
Instead of answering the question, Song Lan said, “Xingchen will be home soon.”
“Yeah…” he replied, torn between irritation and fascination at the cryptic response, until he realized Song Lan was stalling.His hand stopped moving and he tipped his head back with a grin. “C’mon, Zichen, spit it out. You wanting to wait for him to get home so you can spit roast me or something?”
“Or something,” Song Lan replied, and Xue Yang felt his blood warm from more than just the shower.
“Oh yeah?” He dropped the washcloth to land with a splat and wound his arms around Song Lan’s neck. “Are you going totellme, or do I have to start listing all the dirty things we haven’t tried yet?” Which wasn’t many, but he had a wild imagination.
“Or do you want to try a new position? Reverse cowboy?” He widened his eyes with a mock gasp. “Don’t tell me you wanna do itmissionary style,” he said, laughing as Song Lan clamped a hand over his mouth. He licked Song Lan’s palm, surprised when he didn’t immediately pull away in disgust. If anything, it seemed to turn him on, though Xue Yang chalked it up to being in the shower.
“I want your mouth on me,” Song Lan said, his voice rough and quiet, and Xue Yang could have sworn there was a hint of pink on his nose.
He raised an eyebrow, about to ask if that was all, when Song Lan continued.
“While I read.” He paused and swallowed. “Until Xingchen gets home.”
Xue Yang blinked, then blinked again as it sank in what Song Lan was asking. His lips twitched into a grin before fading in disbelief, then twitched again as a weird flutter of nerves started in his stomach. He grabbed Song Lan’s wrist and tugged, rocking onto his toes when Song Lan pulled his hand away. “Zichen, are you asking to use me as a cock warmer?”
Song Lan’s eyes darkened and his expression somehow grew even more intense. “Yes.”
The nerves intensified until he was sure he had a swarm of hot snakes writhing in his gut. He swallowed and forced his grin to stay in place. “Sounds fun.” It sounded like torture, in one of the best ways. “I’ll wait out there,” he said, before stepping out of the shower. He snagged a towel and scrubbed himself dry as he moved back into the bedroom. He eyed the bed a moment, before sitting in the chair in the corner. The same chair he’d sat in while watching Song Lan fuck Xingchen without being allowed to touch himself.
Only once had he been invited onto the bed, and he’d been blindfolded and tied down while they took turns with him.
He’d never been alonein here with Song Lan. Not for sex anyway.
The shower cut off and the door opened a minute later. Song Lan eyed him a moment with an intensity that sent shivers down Xue Yang’s spine, then turned away and opened a dresser drawer. When he turned back, he had a strip of black cloth and a ring in his hand.
A blindfold. And a cock ring.
Xue Yang stared at them as heat pooled in his gut. He licked his lips and forced his eyes up Song Lan’s chest to his face. “Kinky.”
Song Lan’s lips twitched and his shoulders seemed to relax. He moved to the bed, set the items on the nightstand, and tugged the covers back, flicking them to the other side of the bed. He pulled a small pillow with a dip in the center from under the bed. Then he settled himself against the headboard, stretching his legs out with the pillow between his calves, and tugged his towel, letting it fall open to either side of him. He picked up the cock ring again and looked at Xue Yang, all intense expectancy.
Xue Yang swallowed, his grin faltering around the edges, but he held it in place by sheer force of will. They’d never done something like this alone. Sure they fucked, rough and kinky most of the time, but never like this. Never something that felt like a scenewith… protocols and expectations. They always had Xingchen as a buffer for those.
He pushed himself out of the chair and sauntered over. He pulled his own towel off, but Song Lan caught it before it hit the floor and spread it out between his legs. “For someone who just suggested this, you sure are organized about it.”
Song Lan raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”
Xue Yang’s breath locked in his throat, a fresh pulse of warmth in his gut at the thought of Song Lan thinkingabout him. “That so,” he said, hating the way his voice came out thick and strained.
Song Lan’s lips twitched and his eyes darkened. “Mm,” he said, which wasn’t an answer at all, the dick. He held his hand up and Xue Yang dropped his gaze to it, swallowing and stepping closer to let Song Lan put the cock ring on him. Followed by the blindfold.
He forced his breathing steady as his sight vanished, swinging an arm instinctively for something to balance on. He fully expected Song Lan to let him fumble and fall and guide him to his cock after. He wasn’t prepared for Song Lan’s hands on his shoulder and arm.
He froze and sucked in a startled breath, shivering as Song Lan slid his hand from Xue Yang’s shoulder all the way to his wrist, before guiding his hand to Song Lan’s shoulder. Then he did the same to the other hand, before moving to Xue Yang’s hips, following his arms back up to his shoulders and down his sides. Strong fingers gripped the back of Xue Yang’s thigh and tugged, until he got the hint and lifted his leg. He was sure he’d knee Song Lan in the groin or something, but he landed on the mattress. He scooted over until he hit Song Lan’s leg, then pulled his other knee up.
Song Lan hummed softly in approval and Xue Yang twitched as warm tingles erupted along his scalp. “Lie down with your feet over the pillow.”
Xue Yang scoffed quietly. That was easier said than done, but he shifted back, using Song Lan’s arms and chest and stomach for balance. And an excuse to touch. He may have taken longer and wriggled more than truly necessary, but he could blame it on the blindfold.
Once he was settled, Song Lan’s fingers stroked through his hair. “Comfortable?”
“Getting there,” he grumbled, bracing himself against Song Lan’s hip and thigh before shifting his lower body. He nudged the pillow with his toes until it was under his shins. Then he hesitated, feeling the heat of Song Lan’s body around him. Pressed along every inch of him. He lowered himself the rest of the way, resting his cheek against Song Lan’s thigh and sliding his hand across Song Lan’s stomach towards his cock.
Song Lan caught his wrist before he could touch and Xue Yang huffed. “Mouth only.”
He tipped his head back with a grin. “I might bite.”
“Try it,” Song lan replied, and Xue Yang shuddered at the vague threat.
He wondered what Song Lan would actually do. If he’d throw Xue Yang to the floor and kick him out, banish him from his room forever. Or if he’d get rough. Slap him. Put a gag on him so he couldn’t do it again. He licked his lips and shifted his head closer enough that his lips brushed against the piercings along the underside of Song Lan’s cock. “What’re you gonna do if I do?” he asked, his breath stuttering as Song Lan’s fingers tightened in his hair.
Song lan was silent long enough that Xue Yang started to think he would leave it as a vague threat, but then he shifted. A drawer opened and closed and Song Lan took Xue Yang’s hand and pressed something into it. Leather and metal, and fuck. It was the spider gag. He’d only caught a glimpse of it once, when Xingchen took it out of his chest and gave it to Song Lan to keep in his room.
He let out a shuddery breath, curling his fingers through the center of the gag. “Are you always this kinky with Xingchen?” he asked, dragging his tongue along the piercings, shivering as his tongue piercing clicked against them.
“Sometimes,” Song Lan replied, his fingers twisting tighter as he let out a long sigh. “Do I need to use it?”
Xue Yang considered how far he wanted this to go. He was already blindfolded and who knew what Xingchen would add to the mix when and if he joined. The thought of being gagged while cockwarming Song Lan was almost unbearably hot, but he wanted Song Lan to makehim wear it, and he had a feeling Song Lan wasn’t in the mood to be rough.
The idiot wanted to be gentle.Withhim. Gods knew why, it wasn’t like he’d ever askedfor that. He liked when Song Lan won a sparring match, pinned him to the mat, and wrestled him into submission and fucked him, but that didn’t happen nearly as often as he’d prefer.
“No,” he finally said, moving his arm to drop the gag to the floor. He shifted enough to properly get his mouth on Song Lan and took him in. He almost moved too fast and choked himself - somehow it always surprised him how bigSong Lan was. He was definitely a show-er not a grow-er.
He worked his mouth open, relaxing his jaw and groaning as Song Lan’s fingers convulsed in his hair. His other hand settled against the back of Xue Yang’s neck, a heated weight that urged him forward without forcing him.
“Finally using your mouth for something useful.”
Xue Yang made as indignant a noise as he could and pinched Song Lan’s hip. He would have grinned when he heard the soft rumble of Song Lan’s laugh, but his mouth was too full.
It took another minute before he was able to take Song Lan in completely, breathing out slowly through his nose as he fought his gag reflex. He shifted the last little bit to stretch out comfortably and slowly relaxed.
When he’d settled, Song Lan let out a soft groan and relaxed beneath him. “Can you put your hands behind your back?”
Xue Yang couldn’t stop the soft whine that escaped even as a fresh spark of arousal went up his spine. He took a few slow breaths, swallowing and making his throat relax around the head of Song Lan’s cock, before carefully moving one hand behind his back.
Fuck. It’d be so easy to choke with both of his hands behind him.
Song Lan squeezed the back of his neck and tugged his hair, forcing his head to the side so it rested against Song Lan’s thigh.
That helped. Xue Yang relaxed against the support and took another breath before sliding his other arm back. He did nearly choke as the angle and pressure changed, but he still had enough room to breathe. Barely. A deep groan escaped him when Song Lan’s fingers tightened against his neck, fingers just brushing against his throat with the new angle, and his body went limp.
Song Lan’s sigh ended in a soft groan. His thumb slid along Xue Yang’s jaw, catching the saliva already pooling at the corner of his mouth with a quiet hum. “Good?” he asked, his voice rough.
Xue Yang couldn’t risk nodding so he made a soft, affirmative noise. This was good. Even if he’d prefer to have Song Lan fucking his face. But considering he’d been invited into Song Lan’s room for once - without Xingchen - and had Song Lan’s cock down his throat, he could be… good.
Patient, or whatever.
He could be patient. He was patient about things, just not usually sex.
Sex shouldn’t require patience.Sex should be fun and rough and fast and leave you fucked out and unable to think.
Goodsex should leave you blissed out for hours, but his mind never turned off long enough for that. If he was lucky, he got maybe ten minutes before it cranked into overdrive.
Song Lan’s fingers tightened in his hair. “Relax,” he said, sounding bemused. “I can hear your damn brain working from here.”
Xue Yang scoffed, grumbling around Song Lan’s cock. It wasn’t like having his mouth full was enough to distract him, especially when he wasn’t even doinganything. If he could give Song Lan a proper blowjob, he could lose himself in the rhythm. Or if Xingchen were here, he’d know how to shut Xue Yang’s brain off. Stick a finger up his ass and soothe him with his voice, tell him how good he was, how pretty he was, and how Xingchen was going to take him apart.
Something flicked Xue Yang’s nose and he startled, choking on Song Lan before he put his head back at the angle where he could breathe. He snarled quietly, the saliva that had pooled around his tongue slipping free and running over his chin and Song Lan’s cock.
He tensed, sure Song Lan would push him away in disgust. He wasn’t expecting Song Lan’s dick to twitch, or the taste of precum on the back of his tongue.
His breath stuttered and his own dick hardened in response. He couldn’t stop his quiet moan, but somehow thatwas enough to derail his thoughts. He was suddenly hyper-aware of the coarse hair scratching against his face. The smell of clean skin and citrus soap and musk. The heat of Song Lan’s legs pressed against his sides. The shift of Song Lan’s chest with each deep, steady breath.
If he focused hard enough, he could almost feel Song Lan’s heartbeat on his tongue.
Song Lan hummed softly in approval, and goosebumps prickled along Xue Yang’s neck and shoulders. His hand vanished from the back of Xue Yang’s neck, and a moment later there was the rustle of paper.
The book.
Xue Yang squirmed from the strange flicker in his chest, knowing Song Lan was reading the book Xue Yang had given him while his cock was in Xue Yang’s throat.
He closed his eyes against the blindfold and tried to ignore it.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed. He lost count of how many times he heard a page turn. His jaw was getting sore, but he welcomed the ache, relaxing into it and letting it drag his mind deeper where thoughts couldn’t reach him.
Eventually, he heard the front door close and a spark of excitement ignited in his gut.
“A-Yang?” Xingchen called. “Zichen?”
The only indication that Song Lan had heard was his dick twitching and the renewed taste of precum on Xue Yang’s tongue.
Footsteps in the hall brought Xingchen closer. “Zich-ohhh.” He let out a soft breath of surprise from somewhere near the doorway. “What did I miss?” he asked, and Xue Yang could hear the pouting smile in his voice.
“Nothing,” Song Lan replied. “We were waiting for you.”
“You - oh.” Xingchen sucked in a breath. “I’ll be right back,” he said. A moment later, his bedroom door opened and a few moments after that, his shower cut on.
Song Lan’s fingers flexed in Xue Yang’s hair and he breathed out on a low hum. “Still good?”
Xue Yang wiggled his tongue in answer and Song Lan flicked his ear in response.
Xingchen’s shower lasted for-fucking-ever.By the time he finally came back, filling the room with damp heat and the scent of strawberries, Xue Yang was ready to bite Song Lan just to move things along.
“Gorgeous,” Xingchen murmured, his fingers joining Song Lan’s in Xue Yang’s hair, earning a soft whine. The bed dipped, and there was the unmistakable sound of kissing. “How long have you been waiting?”
“Not long,” Song Lan replied.
Xue Yang snorted and grumbled “Liar,” sure his tone got the meaning across.
Xingchen laughed and rubbed Xue Yang’s ear between his fingers. “I think I broke his trance.”
“Mm. I’m surprised he hasn’t tried to get up.”
“No?” Xingchen sounded surprised. His fingers trailed down Xue Yang’s spine with a thoughtful hum. “What were you thinking, xīngān?”
Song Lan hummed and shifted, the sound of the book hitting the nightstand following. “I was thinking using him as a cockwarmer is surprisingly relaxing.”
“It certainly looks like it,” Xingchen replied, amusement in his voice. His fingers continued further, reaching the base of Xue Yang’s spine and slipping into the crevice between his cheeks.
Xue Yang squirmed, rocking into the fingers and only managing to choke himself.
Song Lan tsk’ed and pulled on his hair, forcing his head up enough he could breathe without freeing his mouth. “Stay still.”
Xue Yang’s eyes watered from the sting of pain in his scalp and he relaxed into it with a moan. He nearly choked again when Song Lan released him without warning. Fucker.
He’d just gotten settled again when he realized Xingchen was settling between his legs. He moaned again, shivering when Xingchen’s breath warmed his lower back.
“So beautiful when you give yourself over to us,” Xingchen murmured, branding the words into Xue Yang’s spine with his lips. He pressed a kiss into each of Xue Yang’s palms before sliding his hands up Xue Yang’s thighs and over his ass, his thumbs delving between Xue Yang’s cheeks and spreading him open.
Xue Yang let out a strangled sound, his body practically vibrating in anticipation. Xingchen’s lips pressed smiling kisses down his spine, teeth scraping against his flesh, before hot breath washed over his entrance. Skipping right over it to tongue his balls instead.
He curled his fingers into fists with a whining snarl, but the way Song Lan’s fingers twisted in his hair, his other hand landing on Xue Yang’s neck and squeezing, had him relaxing with a pleading moan.
“Patience, love.”
“Mm. We’ll take care of you. First, Xingchen is going to use your ass as a cockwarmer,” Song Lan said, sounding smug.
Fuck.Fuck.He hated the thought of being used at both ends like that after already being there for who-knew-how-long. Almost as much as it turned him on.
Xingchen licked and kissed Xue Yang’s balls and thighs and ass, taking his time leaving marks that would bruise and linger, before finally, finallypressing his tongue into Xue Yang.
Xue Yang shuddered and tried to push into it or spread his legs, to dosomething, but every time he moved, Song Lan’s cock threatened to choke or gag him. He was helpless to do anything except let them have their way with him.
The moment he accepted that, his body slumped in defeat.
Song Lan’s cock was still a heavy weight on his tongue, the taste of precum almost constant now. Xingchen’s hands were firm, his tongue hot and wet as it pressed into Xue Yang. Pushing deeper with each thrust. His fingers squeezing and groping, breaths warming between Xue Yang’s cheeks and balls.
Then Xingchen pulled away, shushing Xue Yang’s whine. “Patience,” he said, stroking his fingers over Xue Yang’s hip. A few moments later, slick fingers pressed into him. “There now. Better?” he asked, twisting his fingers in deeper and hitting Xue Yang’s prostate.
Xue Yang’s body arched despite his efforts to keep still and he swallowed Song Lan into his throat with a chest-deep moan.
“Xingchen,” Song Lan said, voice sharp and strained and chiding. His fingers twisted in Xue Yang’s hair, forcing his head up before he suffocated.
“Oops,” Xingchen replied, adding another finger.
Xue Yang moaned again at the stretch, Song Lan’s fingers keeping a tight enough hold that his eyes watered.
“Can he take us both like this?” Xingchen asked, pulling his fingers away. The bed shifted and the pillow under Xue Yang’s legs disappeared.
Song Lan hummed thoughtfully. “Can you… pet?”
Xue Yang went still in confusion before it sank in that Song Lan had just used a pet name on him. He made a face, wrinkling his nose. What the fuck.
Xingchen laughed softly. “I’m not sure he likes that one.”
With a sigh, Song Lan squeezed the back of Xue Yang’s neck again. “I was considering ‘brat,’ but I doubt that one would work either.”
Yeah, no. He tried to say as much and hoped his tone conveyed his feelings. He didn’t need a damn pet name from Song Lan. Having Xingchen call him ‘love’ was bad enough.
“How about ‘slut’?” Song Lan asked dryly.
Xue Yang’s dick twitched and his breath caught on a moan as warm goosebumps rippled over his entire body.
Fuck.
He’d been called lots of things, most of them unpleasant, but the sound of Song Lan calling him a slut was… hot. More than hot. It was reestablishing the balance between them, all the rough sex and Song Lan’s physical dominance and power all wrapped up in one little word.
Xingchen hummed, his fingers absently stroking Xue Yang’s hip. “You don’t like that word.”
“No,” Song Lan agreed, his thumb sliding firmly along Xue Yang’s jaw, “but I can get used to it.”
Xue Yang shivered, heat creeping up his neck and into his chest. Great. Now that thatwas established, they could get back to more important things. He wiggled his ass in blatant demand for them to get on with it and yelped as Xingchen smacked his ass in return.
Song Lan snorted quietly and pulled Xue Yang off his cock for the first time since they started. “On your knees.”
Xue Yang gasped, sucking in air and feeling empty with his mouth finally free. He worked his jaw and let his arms drop to his sides before fumbling onto his knees. Xingchen’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him up and then pulling him back and down, until Xue Yang was sitting in Xingchen’s lap. Another guided nudge of his hips and Xingchen pressed into him.
“Fuck,” he moaned, arching his back as Xingchen filled him completely in one quick thrust.
Xingchen hummed in pleasure, pressing a kiss to Xue Yang’s neck before sliding a hand up his spine and forcing him down.
Song Lan’s hands gripped his hair and shoulder, guiding him back down onto his cock. “Hands behind your back or under my legs.”
Xue Yang moaned and shifted his knees as he rebalanced, putting a hand behind his back and quickly realizing he couldn’t hold himself up like that.
He shoved his forearms under Song Lan’s thighs and breathed. The new position kept his hips and stomach above the mattress, stretching his lower back. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. Xingchen’s hands moved between gripping Xue Yang’s hips and his thighs, pressing into his flesh and coaxing him to relax.
He twitched as Song Lan shifted his legs, pressing down on Xue Yang’s arms to keep them trapped. He tried once to free them and earned a sharp twist of fingers in his hair that left him panting and wanting more.
“Stay still if you want to come when we’re done with you.”
Xue Yang snarled and wiggled his tongue, fed up with being patient. Xingchen was here now; they needed to fuck him properly. He flexed his hips and tightened his ass around Xingchen’s cock for good measure.
Xingchen sighed and landed a sharp smack to Xue Yang’s ass. “Zichen asked you to be still.”
“Maybe this was a bad idea after all,” Song Lan murmured.
Xue Yang froze, his heart skipping a beat. His skin crawled with the memory of the last time he’d heard those words, even if they hadn’t meant what he’d thought. Supposedly.
Song Lan tensed beneath him. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, his voice sharp. He tightened his fingers when Xue Yang tried to pull away, but didn’t stop him from lifting his head, his cock slipping out of Xue Yang’s mouth. “No,” he snapped. “Calm down and listen.” He swore quietly and gripped Xue Yang’s arm.
“You were relaxed. Comfortable. Before Xingchen came home.”
Xue Yang clenched his teeth, ignoring the fact he was naked between them with Xingchen buried in his ass. He curled his fingers into the sheets. “And?” he snapped, his voice hoarse, which he blamed completely on Song Lan’s dick.
“And it was good. I wanted Xingchen to enjoy that, too.”
He sneered and twisted one arm free from beneath Song Lan’s leg. “Enjoy me being quiet andunobtrusive?” he spat, hating the twisting sensation in his chest, squeezing the oxygen from his lungs. He clawed at the blindfold, snarling when Xingchen shifted and pulled out, before wrapping fingers in a light grip around his wrist.
“Xue Yang,” Xingchen said firmly. “Breathe. Stop running.”
“Running? From what. You?”he scoffed, ignoring the soft sound Xingchen made. He could easily imagine the face that accompanied it - lips turned down in a concerned frown and hurt in his eyes.
“Yourself,” he said quietly, his fingers twitching against Xue Yang’s wrist like he wanted to hold tighter. “And whatever has you stuck in your head.”
“Fuck you.” Xue Yang choked on the words and turned his head away from them both. He wanted the blindfold off, but the thought of seeing either of them, looking at him with their misplaced pity or frustration, made him itch to claw their eyes out.
None of them moved for long enough that his skin crawled, heat burning in his throat. They had to look ridiculous, sitting on the bed naked, frozen and too scared to do anything because he’d managed to fuck up something as simple as sex.
Again.
He heard Xingchen draw in a breath to speak, but cut him off first. “Whatever. You two have fun,” he said, ignoring the weird sound of his voice.
Xingchen didn’t fight when he twisted his arm free. Neither did Song Lan when he pulled on his other arm. He got the blindfold off one eye enough he made it to the door without breaking anything and stalked to his own room.
He’d just shoved the door open when he heard Xingchen’s quiet, “Are you alright?”
He looked back, somehow expecting Xingchen to be right behind him, and frowned when he wasn’t. Why was he askingZichenthat?
Song Lan let out a loud sigh. “I really thought I was making progress with him.”
“You are.” There was a rustle of sheets and Xingchen’s voice was quietly muffled when he said, “Even a year ago, he’d never consider letting you that close.”
Song Lan’s laugh was short and brittle. “Maybe by the time we’re in a nursing home, he’ll let me hug him.”
Xingchen let out a startled laugh and quickly stifled it. “I’m sorry. I know you’re serious, it’s just…” His laughter faded and he sighed. “I hope that doesn’t turn out to be true.”
Xue Yang stared at his room, feeling a bit like he was drunk and the ground wouldn’t stop moving. He wasn’t sure what part his brain was skipping over more, that Song Lan wanted tohug him, or that he expected Xue Yang to still be around when they were old and decrepit.
Like fuck he was living that long. As soon as his dick failed to get an erection, life would be meaningless.
As meaningless as sabotaging perfectly good sex? his brain supplied.
With a snarl, he ripped off the blindfold and cock ring, dropping them both in the hall before locking his door behind him.
XXC: *suffering from a headache and unable to stand XY and SL bickering any longer, gets the handcuffs and attaches one end to each of them without warning, proceeds to lock himself in the bedroom to nap*
“38.5, big guy,” Xue Yang says as he shakes the end of the thermometer in his right hand. On the bed next to him, Song Lan groans in response.
“Want me to call in to work for you?” He asks, reaching for Song Lan’s work phone. All he gets in response is a brief nod before Song Lan rolls over onto his side, the side away from Xue Yang, and coughs.
No biting quip from Song Lan about his shitty nursing ability, like Xue Yang has come to expect from him. It’s what their whole relationship is built on. Xue Yang jokingly babies or insults Song Lan, and in return Song Lan playfully smacks the back of his head or gives him some kind of witty one liner before they move on with their day.
Not today. Song Lan still has the fever he came down with over the weekend and doesn’t even seem capable of sitting up in bed by himself, let alone letting off some offhanded comment about Xue Yang needing to go back to nursing school if he’s going to continue to do the worst job possible. Song Lan’s breathing slows down to a deep and even rattle, dozing on his side. Xue Yang shakes his head and leaves the room, calling Song Lan’s boss to inform him he’s not feeling well and he won’t be in today.
While picking all the marshmallows out of his cereal, he recalls that Song Lan had a light sheen of sweat on his face, and Xue Yang grimaces, remembering that it’s the sort of thing Song Lan would find unbearable. The poor guy is too sick to wipe it off himself, so Xue Yang decides to be nice for once (so Song Lan will owe him! He tells himself as he wanders over to the sink) and wets a dark blue washcloth with cold water and rings it out before heading back to the bedroom, the door left slightly ajar in case Song Lan needs anything.
Song Lan’s body limply rolls toward the dip in the mattress Xue Yang makes when he sits down on Song Lan’s side, and Song Lan himself lightly jolts awake when he feels Xue Yang gently touch his forehead with the wet washcloth.
“Go back to sleep,” Xue Yang mutters. “Just… let me do this, okay?”
Song Lan blinks, then slowly closes his eyes again.
“Alright,” he croaks.
Xue Yang gently wipes off the sweat beading on his forehead, relishing the way Song Lan sleepily nuzzles into Xue Yang’s hand.
for the final day of @mdzs-language-fest, (sort of) prompt: black and white.language: greek
the fact that μάτια μου is a term of love/endearment in greek which literally means “my eyes” has been tucked away in the future-songxiao-projects part of my brain for like a year at least, so thank you to this event for prompting me to do anything about that,,,
this has alt text. extended description under the cut.
Came across the template and couldn’t resist The Urge on this nice Saturday. It’s whoever-sees-it’s turn to sort LSZ, LZY into the lines.
We would say… Wen Chao and Wang LingJiao*
*if they weren’t pseudo-ancient-Chinese, hence WLJ could better solidify her position at WC’s side by bearing him a son. Actually curious how in a half year they had together she didn’t end up knocked up. …And what had happened to WC’s official wife during Sunshot Campaign
Honestly, from the narrative standpoint, XXC isn’t an active player in the Grasses arc. It’s somewhat painful to see how in fanart people ignore A-Qing while she’s actually the Protagonist here.
And XY is her foil. They’re competing over who gets XXC. Both lie to the daozhan, or else he’d ditch them both. Both trying at first to out another, to no avail. Both have a separate meeting with SL.
Honestly, A-Qing would turn out a fascinating cultivator, with a gut feeling to stick around XXC, immediate wish to finish XY, and ability to recognise SL as genuine friend at least a friend of XXC despite daozhan Song’s initial impatience.
A-Qing sees through people. What a woman. Daozhans should’ve kept her around, she’s way more accurate than Shuanhua, guiding XXC’s hand.
Pairing: Song Lan/Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen (Focus is on the SongXue)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Choose not to warn
Excerpt:
‘- and code violet, Xuē Chéngměi, you are up,’ his supervisor rattles off. ‘Get going now!’
Xuē Yáng’s shoulders sag and he shoves the rest of his bun into his mouth, chewing it as fast as he possibly can while he stands up. Luó Qīngyáng tosses him Jiàngzāi. He catches his sword and only just holds himself back from snarling at her for touching it. It would have been no use. She has already turned around, her own sword in hand as they race through the station towards their ambulance.
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