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[Hazy with desire, Xingchen speaks without thinking. A-Yang. His A-Yang. He can see him in his mind, so fierce, so handsome and his lips are soft. His hands feel amazing and when they come together, he feels he has reached paradise. Gripping around his lover tighter, he whispers shakily:]

Xue Yang. You're Xue Yang.

[ Xue Yang almost recoils at hearing his full name fall from Xingchen's lips. Like it's no big deal. Like he's known all along. Like he doesn't actually mind. ]

You... you know? And you're still--

[ What the fuck, seriously. Is Xiao Xingchen insane? He almost laughs from the sheer absurdity. ]

[He might be mad. He has considered this possibility. But hearing the way the other man talks to him, feeling his kisses, the way he touches him... He believes there is more to - there is something good in - Xue Yang.]

I've known for...a little while. You've been like...someone new.

[ Xue Yang slips back into his real voice before speaking again. No point in hiding anymore. ]

But I'm not someone new. You know what I've done.

[A shiver runs down his spine at the change. He...had been right. Xue Yang...has been with him...this entire time.]

You've been with me. You haven't harmed anyone.

[ Xue Yang snorts a little. ]

How would you know? You're blind.

[ It would be the perfect moment to reveal what he'd tricked Xiao Xingchen into doing, but... somehow... he doesn't want to. ]

You've been...so good to me. My senses are sharp; I would know if you had harmed someone nearby.

[He can't help running his fingers through Xue Yang's hair.]

A-Yang, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you.

[ Would you though, Daozhang? Xue Yang doesn't say that out loud. Instead he slowly leans into the touches, unable to resist. He still feels tense, but... Xiao Xingchen could have shoved Shuanghua through his chest the moment he realized who he was sharing a life with, but he hasn't.

He sighs softly. ]

You're stupid, Xiao Xingchen. [ He then leans in and kisses Xingchen. ]

Hm? [Why is he stupid? For accepting a once criminal? A murderer? Yes, he might be stupid, but he is also in love. Xingchen doesn't want the Xue Yang he has known in Yi City to ever disappear.

The kiss is returned with a quiet hum.] A-Yang, I want you. Is that so wrong?

[ Stupid for trusting him, for still wanting him, for letting a predator into his home and treating him sweetly. ]

I don't care what's right or wrong. [ He murmurs against Xingchen's lips before kissing him again. ] I just want you.

[Can a predator turn over a new leaf? It's not as if Xue Yang was born to kill. And he isn't alone; he is with a man who will do just about anything for him.

He almost argues. Right and wrong are important! And yet the words never leave his throat. Xingchen gasps and returns the kiss, embracing the other man to him.]

I'm with you, aren't I? I know you and I'm with you.

[ Xue Yang smiles. He doesn't understand Xiao Xingchen, not at all, and there is definitely an instinct in him to not trust it. To bite, to spew hurtful things, to try and push him away (maybe just to see if he really will stay), but there is a greater desire in him to just... let himself have this. To sink into the warmth and security that Xiao Xingchen is offering.

This sweet, beautiful idiot. ]

Yes. [ He murmurs and kisses Xingchen again, deeper and harder this time. ]

[Whimpering in surprise, Xingchen clings to Xue Yang, digging his fingers into the material covering his back. His heart races and soars and he falls into the kiss without even having to think. The desperate, breathy sounds he makes against Xue Yang's lips should embarrass him, but his loneliness and the love he feels for the other man have broken him down.

He needs Xue Yang as much as Xue Yang needs him.]

St-Stay?

[ How could he ever say no to that? He does want to stay, more than he's ever wanted anything before. ]

Yes. [ He murmurs and kisses him again, and again. ] I'll stay.

[No gift could delight him more. Xingchen smiles and laughs, giddily, holding onto Xue Yang until his heart slows down.]

That's...all I want. All I could ever want. The past doesn't matter. Just...be with me. We can have this and so much more.

[ Can it really be that easy? Xue Yang wants to believe that. He wants Xiao Xingchen. And here he is, being offered a blank slate. A new start. To just... forget the past and move on together. It's the most tempting gift he's ever been offered. How can he not take it? ]

Xiao Xingchen... [ Xue Yang smiles and kisses him again. ] You're crazy. [ He says it fondly though. ]

[What's wrong with blank slates? Sometimes they are earned; sometimes they are a product of luck. Xingchen tends to think Xue Yang's case is more the former than the latter.]

Mm? [He groans softly and nibbles on Xue Yang's lips. Then he laughs.] I might be. But you'll take care of me.

[ Yes, he will take this opportunity to start over. There's no need for Xiao Xingchen to ever find out about those villagers, either. They're dead and gone. Telling Xingchen isn't going to change that. ]

Mmm... I'll try.

[ Xue Yang licks along Xingchen's bottom lip and runs his hands up his back. ] You still want me to fuck you? [ He murmurs against his lips. ]

[Mercy...empathy...can come in strange packages. By withholding that information, Xue Yang is helping to keep Xiao Xingchen whole.]

I'll take care of you too.

[He gasps and remembers the aching need deep inside of him. It's never far away with Xue Yang.]

I...I do. A-Yang, take me?

[ Xue Yang knows what that kind of information could do to someone as soft-hearted as Xiao Xingchen, and he doesn't want that.

No, he'd much rather bring his lover pleasure. ]

Gladly. [ He sits up and leans back against the wall, taking one of Xingchen's hands in his own. He tugs him closer. ] Sit on my lap.

[Learning that they can have this is a blessing; a blessing Xingchen doesn't want to lose. Life has been difficult, so difficult, and now it feels like they have found a place they can rest and...love.

Xingchen grins at the invitation and crawls towards Xue Yang, lifting himself with his hands on his lover's shoulders as he settles in the warm lap.]

This might be my favorite seat.

[ Xue Yang grins and grabs the oil. ] Mm... this might be my favorite place to have you. [ He covers his fingers in oil and slides his hand down to his ass, letting one of them slip inside of him. ]

[Xingchen runs his fingers over Xue Yang's face, smiling at his love's handsome features.]

I like being so close to you. [His breath hitches and he welcomes those fingers with a long moan. He even presses down against them, knowing the pleasure to come.]

[ Xue Yang presses his finger deeper. His lover is still a little slick and stretched from before, so it slides in easily. He doesn't waste much time, and is soon pressing a second one into him. ]

I like it too. I might never want to stop. [ He teases softly and leans up to nibble at Xingchen's neck. ]

[Groaning, he rocks gently against the fingers, continuing to kiss over his lover's face. The answer leaves him beaming and he laughs huskily.]

Who said you have to stop? [Not him! Xingchen hugs Xue Yang to him, humming.]

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