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Unrequited Love

It was only supposed to be a visit, a temporary thing but that had been months ago, Xichen's contact with the outside world restricted save for letters that were delivered when he asked. But as for stepping outside the Unclean realm?

He didn't. After the tomb, after the qi deviation, his focus had shifted, had turned to trying to help undo the already done damage, and it was succeeding to a degree. There were longer periods of sanity, but his own mind was...

He shifted slightly, stretching on the bed before he slid to his feed to pad across the room, pressing a small indentation to open the garden door. It was enclosed, but a concession nonetheless.

And if he could stabilize Mingjue enough, he'd be able to at least visit Gusu, if not return home entirely. Because he missed it, missed his sect but if it was between the two parts of his heart, he had to do what he could to try and fix what was broken.

Even if his smiles were more token than bright like they had been before his confinement.

Temporary at first, but the days had stretched on, and in the end, Mingjue hadn't been able or willing to let Xichen go. Most days he functions purely on instinct, but he would calm under Xichen's hand. Under his lips. Under his music.

It had taken one of those months before he had enough consciousness to be aware Xichen needed somewhere he could go that was green and alive. Another couple weeks before the garden was revealed. That had been a good day.

Much as today, except for when Mingjue returns to his room to find his little bird no where in sight. The flash of fury and fear staggers him before a hint of reason, one hope, to look in the garden. He moves as quiet as ever, a tremor slides down his spine, and opens the garden.

One step inside and he spies Xichen. Relief releases him to stalk across and grab for the other man, to pull him close and reassure the irrational majority of his spirit.

Quiet or not, Xichen is on his feet as soon as he catches movement, stepping away from where he'd been working before Mingjue reaches him, one hand moving to settle against the back of his neck, fingers just tracing over the skin there.

"Da Ge." His voice is quiet, meant only for Mingjue's ears, even if they're alone, Xichen not resisting the embrace.

"Did you finish everything Huaisang needed your help with?"

So attuned. A part of him is ashamed for how desperate he needs this man. The old part of him. The part they're trying to bring back for more than a few minutes at a time.

Mingjue's grip is tight as his arms wrap around Xichen. He presses his face to the other's neck to breathe in with an absent hum of an answer. "Spoke," a single, rough word. But there's a flicker of delight he'd managed even that much. Most days he can't, yet. But there's hope for the future.

His breath catches at the press of lips, his fingers curling into fabric as he makes a soft sound, his eyes closing. "Good. You're doing better." But it's going to take time to build him up, to get him able to do more and function for longer periods.

"Come and sit. You need to rest."

Shame fades when he hears that catch of breath, that soft sound and how fingers tight in his clothes. Mingjue smiles and nips at Xichen's neck.

Sit.

Rest.

Hm.

Without releasing his hold on his lover, he guides them to the nearest cushion before pressing Xichen down and following.

Xichen settles easily, letting Mingjue's weight pin him down against the cushion, fingers curling in his hair as his head tips back, resting against the cushion.

"Da Ge." It's soft, fingers smoothing through the other man's hair.

He prepares himself carefully, bathing and perfuming himself until he is all soft edges and a sweet, alluring scent. His robes are selected for a reason, the silk warming to the temperature of his skin. They are silver - he is proud of his connection with the Nies - and to the naked eye (and at a distance) he will not look much different than he usually does. However today is a special day. He has made up his mind.

Tonight, he will seduce Nie Mingjue. Breathing out in a gentle sigh, he leaves his rooms and purposefully places himself in the eldest Nie's path. His perfume is just strong enough to carry, beckoning the man closer.

"Chifeng-Zun, I would like to make a request..."

He likes seeing Meng Yao in Nie robes. Mingjue had made sure the other had access to whatever materials he felt appropriate, though Huaisang did his part too.

Tonight though, he pauses when Meng Yao places himself in his way, looking just a little more...delicately handsome. And the perfume! He is helpless against it and approaches, gaze fixed on the slighter man. A request? He raises a brow, curious.

"Then make it." When has he denied this man something?

"If you do not have other plans for the evening, would you do me the honor of spending the time with me?" Meng Yao bows after those brave words, silky strands of his hair falling over his shoulders.

By the time he straightens, his cheeks are a nice shade of pink. The other man is so strong and handsome, yet Meng Shi taught him this art well. If Mingjue accepts, he likely won't dislike what is to come.

Brave words indeed! But combine them with Meng Yao and his appearance, Mingjue discards his previous plan (relaxing, for once) for the evening.

The mustache helps disguise the purse of amused lips a little, but only a little. "Very little would please me more. Lead the way." He doesn't ask what Meng Yao has in mind for them. He trusts the other not to disappoint him.

With a happy smile, dimples in full display, Meng Yao turns and leads the way to his rooms. The Nies have given him beautiful quarters and he has worked on making them even more so. Nothing but the best will do for Mingjue!

Tea is ready should the man need that sort of respite, but there are oils ready by the bed. Massage oils. Once behind closed doors, Meng Yao's smile turns flirtatious.

"I want to see to your needs tonight."

He loves those dimples! Mingjue falls in step beside him, recognizing where they're going without being told. It spikes his curiosity a little higher.

Once inside the comfortable rooms that suit Meng Yao so well, he pauses at the change in that familiar smile. And the words spark something in his blood, but he doesn't give in. Not yet - and where would the fun be in giving into everything?

Especially with his sudden understanding. "Oh? What needs of mine do you feel need to be met?"

"You work so hard for others, protecting and guiding -" he lets his brow furrow as if he too shares Mingjue's burden, "I imagine all of it is tiring and you are often not repaid for your efforts."

Meng Yao lights some candles with a graceful flick of his wrist, moving to Mingjue's side as the firelight flickers playfully on the walls.

"If you find me in the least attractive, I can please you. I am confident in my abilities."

So many things he could answer with! But none of them are the point of this, so they go unsaid. He admires how the lights flicker over Meng Yao's skin and hair.

If.

Mingjue breathes in, deep and slow, then back out just as slowly. "You already do these things," he murmurs. "I do not require you to give yourself to me if that is not also your desire."

He'd be a fool not to be attracted to this man. But he also refuses to treat him as a whore, as a whore's son.

And that is precisely why he is willing to offer Mingjue a night like this. The man doesn't demand anything of him; doesn't use him or verbally abuse him. To put it frankly, Meng Yao is in love with the eldest Nie - thus the inquiry makes him smile.

A true, genuine expression of happiness...and desire.

"Chifeng-Zun, I give myself to you freely."

Silk fabric makes a pleasing sound as it slips together. Meng Yao has undone the tie around his waist and his robe is half open, revealing a lean, well-sculpted chest.

That love is answered! But Mingjue is also all too aware of how many in power abuse that power, only taking rather than giving as well. How people are attracted to those in power, for their power, rather than the person behind it.

That expression of pure joy and desire reassures him this is not the case with Meng Yao. And it lights his passion on fire. Along with the tug of a sash to reveal a perfect chest, far more pleasing than others might expect of a man as lithe as Meng Yao.

He could do so many things. Instead, he steps close, hands moving to gently cradle the other's sweet face, and he presses a kiss to his forehead. Then one to tempting lips before pulling back a little.

"I accept." And a third kiss, a second to those perfect lips. Lingering a little.

His excitement makes him feel flushed and alive. Nie Mingjue is not turning him away! He had hesitated in doing this for fear that the other man might. He cannot forget the pain of being thrown down the stairs by his father.

This man is much better than him. Meng Yao's eyes glow with pleasure and he makes a soft, needy sound in his throat after the kisses. His robe slides open further, revealing that he is wearing nothing underneath.

Nothing except a pretty golden chain around his waist.

"Mingjue..." he reaches up and cups either side of the man's face, deepening the kiss with a deft flick of his tongue. His hands do not stay on those strong cheeks, but they inch down, loosening this and that tie with sneaky, agile fingers.

No. He isn't pushing him away. Won't. Meng Yao has made himself practically indispensable with his skillful aide.

But more than that...he entrances Mingjue. That sound has him grin into the kiss and he feels his body come alive with desire and need. He lets his hands wander, firm but careful not to hurt as he pushes that robe open. To slip beneath the layers to explore warm skin and lithe muscles, coming to rest at Meng Yao's waist where the chain has him pause and glance down.

Only for his attention to be brought back to those enchanting lips with his name properly spoken. A growl escapes at the wicked flick of tongue and he presses closer, lips parting in answer, not protesting the hands tugging his robes open.

When he sees an opportunity, he seizes it with all his might. When he was at his lowest, recovering from the wounds Jin Guangshan dealt him, Nie Mingjue had given him a chance. It would have been wrong and stupid for him to not give the Nies his all. One day he wants to return to the Jins and show his father that he is, by far, the superior son, but until then...

He grins and pushes open Mingjue's robes, helping him to undress so that he can be more comfortable. He even kneels to remove the other man's boots. Even like this, he knows his place in the hierarchy.

The growl makes his breath hitch and his lips part in wonder. Then the kiss is hotter and he winds his arms around the other man's neck, embracing him like he has always desired.

"Without you, I would be nothing."

When that day comes, Mingjue intends to stand at his side, supporting him and daring the fool Guangshan into casting Meng Yao aside again. And should that happen anyway...he'll be there to pick Meng Yao right back up.

Later.

Now though, he is far more interested in the present. How wickedly skilled fingers undress him. He shakes his head with a fondly amused chuckle as his boots are removed, reaching down to tug the other man back up to his feet when they're off. And closer, arms slipping around the slight waist to tug Meng Yao right up against him for another kiss.

"You are better than you know, A-Yao. Your dedication and intelligence are why you are where you are."

He hasn't considered that Mingjue will be at his side. Taking that sort of thing for granted feels too risky, however when that day comes, he won't be surprised at the eldest Nie's kindness. He will be proud to stand beside him and proud to call himself his ally.

For now, he is proud to be in his arms, laughing sweetly when Mingjue is just as gloriously bare as him. The muscles pressed against him make him shiver and he is eager to nestle close, his lips pliable and his tongue wicked.

"My dedication to you cannot be matched." Meng Yao rises on his toes to press his lips to Mingjue's ear, "I love you. I want to spend my life serving you and if a chance arises for me to be your ally instead, you can ask anything of me."

Never for granted. Mingjue values this man for his skills, his mind, and his heart. This man has his trust. His affection. His - the words whispered into his ear has him laugh and lift Meng Yao up into his arms. Then walks to the bed before turning and sitting down.

He doesn't ask why Meng Yao hadn't said anything like this before. The unacknowledged son of another sect, confessing love to the leader of another sect? No. Care and discretion were needed. Both things Meng Yao is familiar with.

"You have me, A-Yao. I look forward to any future with you in it."

The laughter and the feeling of weightlessness takes his breath away. He holds onto Mingjue, his arms around his neck, despite knowing that his weight is next to nothing for the other man to carry. But he is quickly growing fond of holding him.

And the fact that Mingjue allows him that luxury makes it difficult for him to think.

Thankfully, once they are on the bed, instinct takes over and he straddles the other man, grabbing a bottle of oil. The bottle nearly slips from his fingers when he hears that he is...accepted...? His expression should be familiar - one of wonder and hesitant hope.

"Whether you marry or not, you have me." Meng Yao kisses the other man softer, sealing his promise with tenderness. It's important that Mingjue know he is willing to walk with him on whatever path his life dictates. There will be no jealousy and no cause for Mingjue to feel frustrated or torn.

Laughter is a rare thing for Nie Mingjue these days. But A-Yao manages it, and is treasured for that along with all his other skills. He likes the feeling of this man in his arms.

Being straddled like this has him shudder, blood burning and arousal hot and hard between them. But ignored for the moment as he sees and recognizes that familiar vulnerable expression.

He answers the soft kiss with one of his own, answering the promise with one of his own. "I will not abuse you, A-Yao." Rough, gruff, irritable, yes. But not abuse.

"You never have." he has grown fond of Mingjue's gruff responses. Underneath that irritability is a heart that is as tender and merciful as Lan Xichen's. He coats his hands in the oil and takes hold of Mingjue's arousal, wanting to bring him pleasure for all the good he has done for him and for all the love he bears him.

"You are a fine leader. I am honored to serve you in any way you wish." his lips curl at the edges, his eyes filled with warmth, "Outside on the field, in your bed... I do so because my heart is yours."

Meng Yao knows him so well! Mingjue swallows back a groan at slicked hands claiming his cock, making it twitch in delight. Fingers dig a little into Meng Yao's waist, holding on, encouraging him to find all the ways to thoroughly distract Mingjue.

His eyes close as he draws in a breath, then reopen as he listens, focusing on the other's warm voice. "Serve me how you want to. Wherever I am, you are welcome. On the field, in court, in my bed or yours..." He leans in to kiss those soft lips.

His hands know what they are doing, adding just the right amount of pressure while they stroke along the shaft. When Meng Yao bows his head forward for a moment to take in the sight between them, he grins at that happy twitch. The grip around his waist too tells him what he needs to know and he meets Mingjue's gaze a moment later, openly touched.

"I seek your happiness...your delight...your pleasure..."

He isn't subtle about enjoying the next kiss, hopefully leaving Mingjue in no doubt of his desire. As if his hard cock, carefully wrapped in a gold chain too, isn't evidence enough. This is not a selfless endeavor. He is where he wants to be.

Hands so very knowledgeable! Mingjue doesn't stand a chance and he has no problem with this. That grin sends a delighted shiver through him, makes his mouth go dry.

But that's fine, he presses into the heated kiss and lets a hand wander as well, though one arm remains curled around A-Yao's waist to hold him close and support him.

"I would stay here all night with you." Sleeping is optional.

He explores that delicate chain and where it wraps, fingers almost playfully light. He grins when he finds an answering hard cock wrapped in gold and flicks his tongue out to lick at A-Yao's lips.

"Stay..." he requests and coaxes, melting against Mingjue's lips. His tongue spars with the other man's, but he hardly puts up a fight. Like in all things, Meng Yao is bendable to the eldest Nie's will.

"I will keep you warm."

Suddenly his hands are not the only part he offers to Mingjue. Meng Yao lifts his hips, giving the man a shyer smile.

"As I said, Chifeng-Zun, you can have all of me."

The invitation mirroring his hope has him groan, tongues dueling playfully, stoking his passion hotter with each passing second.

Only for his breath to catch when Meng Yao lifts up with that smile that makes him shudder. He moves on instinct, changing their position until he presses the smaller man to the bed under him. Then pauses to breath, foreheads pressing together as he reigns himself in a little.

"Are you ready for me, A-Yao?" Or should he prepare the sweet, devilishly clever man beneath him?

Mingjue will find that his entrance is slick - he had prepared himself before seeking the other man out. However the idea makes his cheeks pink and he spreads his legs, guiding one of Mingjue's strong hands in-between his thighs.

"Let me feel your hand first?" he grins and strokes his fingers through Mingjue's hair, trickling them playfully down his back, "Then you can have me for as long as you like."

And as many times as he likes too! Yao will consider it an honor to be sore tomorrow.

With such an invitation, a plea! how can he possibly resist? Mingjue chuckles and steals another kiss as his hand is guided to that slick entrance. He rubs a finger around the puckered skin and presses another kiss to a bared shoulder.

"Tell me if I hurt you or you need me to stop."

He likes the hands through his hair, and the almost tickling has him press a smile to that shoulder. He likes even more the thought of claiming this man over and over again.

He moans happily, his heart pounding a joyous rhythm in his chest. He hardly dares to blink! What if he misses one second of Mingjue over him...touching him? The pressure at his entrance is perfect and so like Mingjue. The man has the power to conquer - to lay waste, truly - but he is thoughtful. He pays attention to those around him.

"I love you." he answers - and doesn't that explain it all? He trusts that Mingjue won't hurt him and a little discomfort is to be expected. Yao knows how to relax his body.

His back arches and the chain around his waist, around his cock, makes a soft, pleasant sound.

That moan has his cock twitch again, but he forces himself to take his time. But with it, he lets himself play. His finger teases that entrance as Meng Yao answers, making him chuckle. Teases, then dips in with the lithe body arches. Not to stretch, but to explore.

That answer shoots straight through him and he nips at Meng Yao's neck before soothing it with a kiss. The soft sound of the chain draws him in, he settles between Meng Yao's legs, coaxing them further apart. Baring the other man to his hungry gaze entirely and crooks the finger buried within him.

He is bare and pleased to be so. Meng Yao was given few gifts - his mother did what she could for him - but her greatest gift to him, by far, was when she shared her beauty with him. While he is undeniably male, there are delightful hints of Meng Shi's feminine loveliness about him too. Mingjue will discover that he is soft and hot, his muscles twitching in eagerness around the finger. Yao sucks in a sharp breath and tips his head back.

Trust does not come easily to him, but Mingjue has it. His voice is punctuated with sighs and groans as he encourages the other man to play all he likes!

"Mmm I knew you would feel good..."

Meng Yao is undoubtedly beautiful. Mingjue appreciates both the very male handsomeness in this body beneath him, and the feminine hints. He enjoys the heat at his lips and fingertips, how Meng Yao's body gives in to his where most delightful. How that voice sighs and moans, making him ache with need.

His lips and teeth move up that long neck - Meng Yao might need the extra high collars in the coming days! The comment has him grin and he finally seeks the other's prostate, rubbing a fingertip around it then slowly over it. Holding himself back in favor of playing is only adding to his need, but oh! he's enjoying it too.

"Just wait," he murmurs, a playful note in his voice.

Breathing shallowly, his eyelids fluttering closed, Yao grips Mingjue's strong shoulders. He doesn't mind wearing high collars and extra long sleeves! The marks will remind him of this night; of having Mingjue in his arms and in his bed. He will be able to tell himself, when he doubts or hears something foul, that he is wanted.

How can words bother him now?

Pleasure, bright and sharp, makes him whimper loudly and his hips jerk forward, looking for more. When he catches his breath, Yao laughs at the soft words and pulls Mingjue into an enthusiastic kiss, lifting his legs to wrap them loosely around the other man's waist.

Oh no, there is no doubt Meng Yao is wanted. Mingjue knows the fragile fear in the other man's heart and nibbles careful, loving marks into tender skin. This stunning man will most certainly be sore for a few days by the time he's done!

He likes the strong grip to his shoulders, and the reaction to his touch has him shiver and force himself not to replace fingers with cock too quickly. He's not done playing yet! The laugh and tug in for another kiss has him grin into enthusiastic lips before those long legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in with a groan.

That, more than the rest, has him pull his finger out and his hand away to guide his cock to that taunting entrance and push in, resolutely slow - too fast could hurt, but also slow can be playfully fun.

He is aware of each mark and he will count them later while he sits before his mirror. They are more precious to him than any jewel and he wishes his body wouldn't heal them. Mingjue will just have to make more! Perhaps that is a blessing in disguise?

Yao feels the grin and he pulls Mingjue close, legs curling around him, inviting him to give into that aching cock. The fingers had felt delicious; Yao expects Mingjue's cock will be even better.

The way the other man chooses to enter him awakens his tenderness and he covers the eldest Nie's face in soft kisses. He begins to pants as he is stretched, but he welcomes it, his cock twitching as he hardens further. Nie Mingjue is inside of him. Yao holds the other man flush against him, never wanting to let him go.

He will~

Mingjue's eyes close under the flurry of soft kisses, lips parting as his breath comes in pants with the force of control and passion. A-Yao feels amazing. So hot, so tight. Giving way to his penetration.

Welcoming him in.

His control cracks the last little bit and his hips jerk with a low groan, pressing him the rest of the way in. His hand moves to stroke over a bent leg and curved hip, other arm supporting him just enough to ensure he doesn't squash this precious man.

One of the reasons he had refrained from wearing undergarments was because he had used a generous amount of oil to prepare himself. Now he reaps the benefits of that when Mingjue slips in so perfectly. Yao feels himself throbbing around that hard cock, pulses of pleasure making him shiver and gasp for more.

He loves that groan! Gently - oh so careful to not dislodge Mingjue - he rolls his hips, sliding himself against that hard length teasingly. Yao pauses in his kisses to enjoy the sight of Mingjue so pleased.

The other man doesn't have much in his life that isn't a headache in one way or another. He loves that he can be different. His hands move over Mingjue's strong body in silent admiration, massaging any muscles that feel unnecessarily tense. By the end of the night, he hopes to see the man resting fully and deeply.

Edited Date: 2020-10-20 09:54 am (UTC)

So naughty! Mingjue's happy to reap these benefits though, especially with that sinful roll of hips that make him groan again.

No. Not a headache. Not his A-Yao. Meng Yao has only ever helped since Mingjue brought him to his side, placed him in a position with power. Gave him trust and encouragement.

Hands stroking over his body have his skin practically sing with pleasure, though they'll find so many knots in muscles that carry a great deal of strain on a daily basis with very little in the way of an outlet that isn't violent. Mingjue only focuses on how good they feel, along with how perfect Meng Yao feels under and around him.

He opens his eyes and kisses the other man again before starting to thrust. This isn't just another body - Meng Yao matters. And he likes watching him.

Those knots are seen to immediately - though he will work on them better later. The oil isn't just for sex. Yao rubs those knots, in gentle circular motions, doing his best to focus on his work. All of that comes to a sudden halt when Mingjue thrusts. Giving a hoarse cry - that is muffled by the kiss - he clings to the other man as if his very world is quaking.

"Mingjue... Mingjue!" he whispers, kissing the man passionately. When their eyes meet again, he smiles with open love. There is no one else on his mind; he isn't using Mingjue as an outlet or trying to butter the man up. He is right here with him because he wants to be.

Mingjue is at Meng Yao's merciful hands~ He's learning to really enjoy them on his body, too.

Although that cry sends pleasure right through him, making him growl into the kiss and his hips thrust a second time, harder. Hearing his name whispered like that has him shudder before sighing, seeing the love shine bright in those eyes.

The next kiss is gentle, loving. He rolls his hips, enjoying how Meng Yao's body feels around him, making him ache. But also giving the other man a chance to breathe before he thrusts again. Unpredictable. Playful, in a way Mingjue rarely allows of himself.

His fingers curl against Mingjue's back, his nails digging into the skin. He knows better than to draw blood, but he is clearly losing control of his finer senses. How many times has he daydreamed of this? Mingjue thrusting into him so sweetly...

As if he matters to him. Yao can't help but realize, in his breathless, pleasured haze, that all the loyalty he is showing his father should really be placed here. Well that is easily done.

He whimpers and melts at the loving kiss, his mind decided. It takes him a few thrusts to catch onto Mingjue's game, but when he does, he laughs gently, shakily, meeting the man's hips halfway so that he slides into him harder. If the other wants to play games, he can play them too.

There is no rule about him not tightening his muscles around Mingjue's cock, right?

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