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the fuck is sleep even

[Some fucked up shit in here y'all been warned!!!]

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I am, yes. You made me like this.

[He licks a hot, wet stripe up Dan Heng's jugular, and suckles a punishing bruise over an extraction site, right over the artery. His fingers start to pump, and somehow they hit that sweet spot inside of him unerringly - like he's done this before, like they've done this before, but in a bedroom that smelled like incense and parchment and he smelled of lotuses and the sea and he smelled of metal and ozone and machine grease and Blade bites down more bruises down Dan Heng's collarbone like a necklace.

The pace of his fingers turn punishing. He smears more gore along the outside of Dan Heng's thigh and slicks Dan Heng's cocks with it, strokes sure and familiar.]

All you need to think about is me, Dan Feng. Your husband.

[Blade is treated to a strangled moan when he sucks at the wound on his jugular, though it's hard to tell what it's in response to: The painful and possessive drag against his skin, or the surprisingly adapt fingers driving into him without any mercy. His body arches nonetheless, eyes squeezing shut as the sensations overwhelm him, fingers of his free hand clawing at Blade hard enough to tear skin, tail constricting weakly against one of his thighs.

It's too much. His hands feel familiar in a way it shouldn't, a way that makes his throat constrict, not like the extractions at all, and more like--

Hands on his cock, the scent of gore and slick in the air, and this should not feel so good, feel like Blade's hand was made for this. It should make him feel sick, and he is, but his world is narrowing down to Blade's words for a brief moment, horrified realization entering his gaze.]

H...Husband?

[The words are like a blow, leaving him feeling gutted and unmoored. He knows Dan Feng had lovers, had woken from dreams hot and aching, longing for the ghosts that weren't his to hold or mourn.] You?

[Perhaps he should have realized. But he didn't want to: Not when those dreams were snippets of something loving, something Dan Heng has never had and never would have, taking voyeuristic pleasure in them.

Yet another thing his predecessor has ruined.]

[Blade doesn't answer him. He's busy burying his face into the crook of Dan Heng's neck, groaning against his pulse with every scratch Dan Heng tears into him. Two years. Two years of abject insanity, of tearing people and ships apart, chasing after Dan Heng's afterimage, of the bracer cold against his skin.

He laves and bites at Dan Heng like an animal. Like a predator. Blankets him with warmth and pleasure and doesn't stop while Dan Heng has his grand revelations; he needs the body under him to stop thinking of anything except them.

He grinds the palm of his hand against those cocks. Turns his head, teething at Dan Heng's jaw, before trying to blindly slot their mouths together, already lost in their reunion.]

[Dan Heng's certainly stopped thinking about much else beyond the man atop him: It's hard not to, when he's being crushed beneath the weight of new clarity and Blade's demanding mouth, when that hand on his cock is grinding into him and making him writhe. His body should be in no shape to be enjoying this, but the evidence is undeniable when he bucks up into Blade's palm with a sound that sounds as pained as it is wanting, high and strained.

He feels a little like he's gone insane, everything spiraling out of control, as if reality has picked itself up and taken an abrupt sidestep. When Blade shifts to slot their mouths together, Dan Heng bites into the kiss, fangs sinking into his lower lip but lips not retreating an inch.]

Fuck--

[It tastes like salt and metal, but Blade doesn't pull away, groaning into Dan Heng's mouth. His cock strains hot against his pants as he rocks against the crease of Dan Heng's thigh, but apparently he can't even formulate the thought of taking it out while he's busy fucking Dan Heng's mouth with his tongue.

It's the basest sort of want. Even when Dan Heng's at his lowest and most fragile.]

You're still so fucking beautiful- [Yes well Blade may have missed him a little bit. He fucks three fingers to the hilt into his vent, the wet sound of it obscene, and presses hard against his sweet spot as he jerks Dan Heng off.] Come on- give me-

[Their kiss is a bloody mess, teeth and tongue and crimson smeared between them, and Dan Heng can't help but groan into it, gasping for air that's already been lost between them. The feel of Blade's cock rutting against him, the shape of him... it's like adding gasoline to a housefire, Dan Heng grinding upward into the motion.

Those words are for another man long dead, but Blade's hands are touching him right now, driving him to the brink with a touch that is everything but impersonal. He hates it and wants more in equal measure, dulled claws dragging down Blade's shoulder as if he can bury a piece of Dan Heng into him... Not Dan Feng, not a Vidyadhara specimen, not a thing to be harvested from or sought in vengeance.

He comes embarrassingly quickly under Blade's insistent hand, snarling and gasping into the kiss as his entire body goes taunt, tail squeezing tight enough to bruise and heels kicking into Blade roughly as slick and cum splatters the man's hand and his pants in a lurid mess.]

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