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Baxia's resentment clawed through his veins, venom scorching every nerve.
Pulsing anger urged him to tear Meng Yao's heart from his chest, to embody the savage beast many claimed he was.
Traitorous eyes locked onto his as Lan Xichen's fingers dug into the fabric of Nie Mingjue's robes, his body a desperate barrier between them. Meng Yao knelt on the cold stone of the courtyard, a picture of false humility. Baxia practically howled in Nie Mingjue's grip, demanding a taste of the blood coursing through the fucker's veins.
"If A-Yao didn't make this sacrifice for us, the war would still not be won," Lan Xichen's plea barely pierced the distant screams of the battlefield, the triumphant cries of those who had witnessed Wen Ruohan's fall... the guttural hiss of raging corpses that fed his desperate hope.
The audacity of those words halted Nie Mingjue's advance. His gaze ripped from the incarnation of deceit to land on Lan Xichen. Gauging whether Lan Xichen was purposefully fucking with him was a ridiculous action. There was never anything but sincerity toward Meng Yao.
His shoulders slumped under the weight of shock, disappointment seeping in as Meng Yao's pitiful voice slithered forth. "Chifeng-zun, did I not save you from the Inferno—"
"Do you want your tongue ripped out?"
Nothing sobered him like that voice. Relief tore through him, sharp and agonizing. Before he could turn, he saw resentment darker than the abyss coiling around Meng Yao.
Wei Wuxian was battle worn. That much was clear. This was the greatest siege of the war, and Nie Mingjue couldn't do a thing to protect what was his. Face turned away, hidden behind a layer of dark strands, he could still see the tension rioting through Wei Wuxian's form.
"Wei Wuxian! You can't just—"
The fury in his lover's voice sliced through Lan Xichen's condescension. "Provoke me right now, Zewu-jun, and I swear I'll kill him." Crimson eyes turned to them, burning into Lan Xichen's, while igniting something entirely different in Nie Mingjue.
Stepping away from Lan Xichen, he turned fully toward the one who held his every fractured thought captive. The anger in those red eyes didn't fade as they slid to his. Nie Mingjue knew it was a mask for the wrecking fear he knew too well. The same fear that had driven him to destruction the last time Wei Wuxian had nearly killed himself, refusing to back down on the battlefield.
Weeks of torment flashed through him. Moments where doubt had gnawed at him, where he would have traded anything to hear his name fall from those sinful lips.
The muscle in Wei Wuxian's jaw tightened, savoring the fire molten in those eyes as Wei Wuxian advanced, stopping mere breaths away. His body gravitated forward instinctively, drawn by an invisible tether, only to blink as Wei Wuxian's hand covered his own. Wei Wuxian pried Baxia from his grip, blood-streaked robes fluttering as he strode toward Meng Yao, still shackled by the swirling resentment.
Lan Xichen's panicked voice shattered the daze. "What are you doing!?" The whisper of Shuoyue unsheathing did nothing to halt him. Wei Wuxian lifted Baxia's tip to Meng Yao's throat, ready to mete out judgment.
Baxia would have rebelled against any other wielder. Her own resentment coursing through Wei Wuxian's veins rendered her meek in his hands, subservient in a way Nie Mingjue had never been privy to.
"You killed his subordinates." Wei Wuxian's tone was an executioner's decree, settling bone deep dread into Nie Mingjue's marrow.
It clawed higher as Shuoyue rose to the back of Wei Wuxian's neck. "He had no choice! Lower your weapon." Lan Xichen's voice cracked, stripped of its usual steady cadence.
"Lan Xichen—" Nie Mingjue's growl erupted, fury boiling over, only to be severed by his lover's snarl.
"You forced him to kneel before his father's murderer." Baxia's satiation hummed through the air as Wei Wuxian's words drove her edge into Meng Yao's neck. Shallow enough to draw a thin line of blood that terrified Lan Xichen.
God damn it.
A single step propelled Nie Mingjue behind Lan Xichen, his arm clamping around that elegant throat in a vice, the other seizing the advancing arm. His blood roared as he saw Shuoyue inches from plunging into his lover's flesh.
"Calm the fuck down!" His voice hardened to steel, the effect immediate. Wei Wuxian withdrew, to Baxia's visceral disappointment. Meng Yao's face froze in shock, his belief in Lan Xichen's godly protection visibly crumbling. "This is not the time or the place."
A tremor shuddered through Lan Xichen's body, his pulse erratic against Nie Mingjue's arm. "Take Meng Yao and leave." Disgust dripped from his words as he tightened his hold on that throat in warning. "Hurt him, and I swear you'll regret it." Shuoyue resheathed slowly, the sound enough for Nie Mingjue to loosen his grip, revulsion urging him away from Lan Xichen's presence.
His gaze slid to Baxia, reluctantly lowered in Wei Wuxian's grasp, and Nie Mingjue's pulse leaped at the malice that dripped from his lover's softened tone. "You're as safe as Wen Chao believed he was." The resentment restraining Meng Yao's movements crept back into the shadows, slithering like snarling serpents into oblivion. "You won't know when I'll hunt you down, but when I do, you'll beg for death."
He hadn't seen true fear overcome a man in ages. Not the fleeting terror before death, but a bone deep paralysis, eyes widening into voids of dread. And who wouldn't shatter under such a decree from the Yiling Laozu? The horrors of Wen Chao's demise spread like whispered nightmares through the troops.
Nie Mingjue's eyes dragged to his lover's form, dismissing the silent retreat of Lan Xichen dragging that pitiful piece of shit away, their footsteps fading into irrelevance.
Anticipation finally ignited as Wei Wuxian turned toward him, the clamor of battle dying as victory spread through the ranks. Anger lingered in those crimson eyes. "You're still protecting him from me."
This was not how he had envisioned their reunion. All he craved was to pull his lover into his arms, to feel the press of his body against his own.
And he'd be damned if he waited another breath.
Closing the distance felt like surfacing from burial, lungs burning for air long denied. Nie Mingjue drew Wei Wuxian against his chest, one hand slipping into the strands of his hair, the other encircling his shoulders in a vise.
Baxia clattered against the stone as Wei Wuxian lifted both hands to shove at his chest, only succeeding in tightening the arm that bound him.
"I'm sorry." The pain in his own voice echoed how vulnerable this moment felt. Wei Wuxian stilled in his embrace, the words piercing through lingering anger. "I'm so sorry."
His breathing had scarcely begun to steady when a fist drove into his gut. Hard, punishing. Nowhere near enough to make him let go.
Tightening his hold, he waited.
"You promised you wouldn't leave for Langya without me." He knew it was coming, the accusation hurt no less for its predictability. Wei Wuxian buried his face deeper into Nie Mingjue's chest, hands softening from fists to grips, clutching robes as if to anchor against the void. "Weeks of knowing you were captured, and I couldn't do a goddamned thing."
Nie Mingjue much preferred the anger, the shouted curse. Warm wetness seeped through his robe, staining it with silent grief. Being deceived, falling into an ambush, meant nothing against the wreckage of Wei Wuxian's suffering.
"I have no excuse, A-Xian." The hand in Wei Wuxian's hair began to weave through the strands, a futile attempt at comfort, fingers trembling with the weight of his failure. "If I had to find out you were taken, my mind would have finally succumbed to Baxia." Turning his face, he pressed a kiss to the side of Wei Wuxian's head, lips lingering against sweat damp skin, inhaling the scent of battle and blood. "I should have listened to you."
The fight drained from Wei Wuxian's body, a physical slump forward as adrenaline's fire ebbed into ash.
It was mindless, instinctive, to bend down and lift him into his arms. Nie Mingjue strode toward the pavilion off the far side of the courtyard. Fuck knows which Wen-dog it had belonged to. Now, it would serve as a sanctuary, a fragile barrier to ensure his lover's safety.
By the time he navigated the godforsaken halls to the bedchamber, his jaw clenched with gnawing worry. Wei Wuxian hadn't uttered a word, hadn't lifted his face from the soaked patch on his robe. Not a sound escaped him.
If he had broken something irreparable between them...
The pavilion looked barren. No personal items, sparse furnishings neatly arrayed, dustless and clean in their abandonment. He eased Wei Wuxian into a sitting position at the foot of the bed, the obnoxious red sun embroidery against white sheets easy to ignore as his focus locked on those reddened eyes fluttering open, gazing into his with a depth that hollowed him.
Nie Mingjue knelt before his lover, the position more symbolic than Wei Wuxian would ever realize. He would fall to his knees for this man. Offer every scrap of his soul. His heart. The fragile thread of his sanity.
Even raising his hand to caress that soft cheek felt stolen, a grace unearned by a stubborn man most fled from, his walls of snarling fury keeping the world at bay.
Wei Wuxian, for some ungodly reason, craved his jagged edges, drawn to the darkness lurking beneath righteous fury.
And for that same ungodly reason, Nie Mingjue had fallen irrevocably in love with the perfectly flawed man before him.
The wetness beneath his trailing thumb carved into his chest. "Were you hurt in battle?" The words emerged as a quiet plea for reassurance.
"No." The crimson in Wei Wuxian's irises slowly yielded to silver, a shift that stirred worship in Nie Mingjue's veins. "No, I'm fine."
He battled the urge to flood spiritual energy into Wei Wuxian's body, to confirm the truth with his own essence.
The hand on Wei Wuxian's cheek fell away as his lover slid off the bed, climbing into his kneeling lap. Strong legs wrapped around his waist, arms snaking around his neck. Nie Mingjue's eyes fell shut in utter contentment as Wei Wuxian's hand lifted to rid him of his guan, freeing his hair to cascade down his back.
Eyes remaining closed, Wei Wuxian's weight shifted, both hands now working through his hair and scalp. His own hands dug into muscled thighs, gripping and kneading in return, the tightness in his shoulders unraveling like frayed threads under the touch he had longed for in the depths of captivity.
"He's dead, Mingjue. Wen Ruohan is finally dead." Such a beautiful voice, uttering words he had longed to hear for far too long.
Nie Mingjue drew a deep breath, feeling those hands slide from his hair to cup his face, thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. Excitement climbed slowly, a spark igniting as lips moved against his own. "He will never torment you again."
The kiss was soft, an intentional drag of lips after weeks of denial. He felt like a starved beast. Tongues dipped slowly, tasting euphoria that shoved him off the ledge Wei Wuxian's mere presence kept him teetering upon.
God. The wars he would wage to keep this man in his arms. In his bed. Forever bound to his soul.
His pulse quickened. Warm contentment at being comforted, cherished by his lover, shifted to allow the heat of need to burrow through. Hands cupping the ass subtly grinding down on his lap, Nie Mingjue rose, biting into Wei Wuxian's bottom lip possessively.
The quiet gasp into his mouth sent a jolt straight to his hardening cock.
"This war would have been lost without you." His tone lowered, rough, as Wei Wuxian's hand tightened in his hair. Moving past the bed, he trapped his lover between the wall and his broader frame. "Whether others admit it or not, we would have been outnumbered and slaughtered."
Wei Wuxian's breath stuttered against his lips, eyes lidded but burning with a determination that had lain dormant moments before. "The war is far from won." Nie Mingjue closed his eyes as breath ghosted over his cheek, wet lips sensually dragging a path over heated skin, igniting trails of fire.
The soft kiss under his eye felt almost listless amid the heat coursing through his veins, a gentle reprieve in the storm. "Every action on Jin Guangshan's part was calculated for this moment." Lips dragged down, a kiss landing on his cheek, branding him. "Feigning cowardice spared most of his forces. Sending cultivators from every other sect to the slaughter gave him the best circumstances to slip into the void left behind by Wen Ruohan."
Lips dragged to his ear as Wei Wuxian's voice lulled him into compliance, a siren call driving him to tighten his hold on that ass, to push harder against the warmth in his arms.
Wei Wuxian's soft gasp in his ear raised goosebumps down his neck, a shiver of mounting need. "If he goes unopposed, Mingjue, we would be replacing one tyrant with another."
A low growl built in his chest as Wei Wuxian dragged his tongue over the shell of his ear, wet and teasing. His movements turned abrupt, hand slipping to Wei Wuxian's nape, fingers tangling in delicate strands with possessive fervor. He kissed him hard, frustration and longing bleeding into the aversion he harbored for this conversation.
He had been ripped from his lover for weeks, a void that scraped at his sanity. All he craved was to feel him, to lose himself in the warmth and contentment of victory, in the body that had become his addiction.
His pulse thundered at the moan beneath his lips, at feeling Wei Wuxian soften under his touch, thoughts of strategic plays retreating.
Angling his hips, he thrust his clothed hardness against Wei Wuxian's ass, a whimper escaping those lips. The haze of arousal diminished any rationale.
Stepping back, he let the legs around his waist slip loose, Wei Wuxian's disappointment vocalized in a soft protest as distance stretched between them. Satisfaction coursed through him at those blown pupils, rimmed by an alluring silver ring.
"Strip." The single command emerged rough, his voice betraying the desperation clawing at him.
Desperation blown out of proportion as Wei Wuxian's eyes darkened, lids lowering in compliance without hesitation, a submission he wanted to worship in return.
Nie Mingjue's gaze tracked every sliver of newly exposed skin, hands fisting at his sides to restrain the urge to touch, to claim. Wei Wuxian finally stood naked before him, hard and leaking, knowing the sight alone could shatter his control on his most stoic days. The knowing look nearly buckled his knees.
Still fully clothed, Nie Mingjue stepped closer, hands lifting to roam the defined abdomen, muscles tightening beneath his touch like strings drawn taut. His fingers trailed upward, barely brushing the ribs that had once protruded before he had grasped Wei Wuxian from Jiang Wanyin's negligent clutches, vowing to mend what the Jiangs had broken.
Hands trailed up to lightly wrap around Wei Wuxian's neck, feeling the moan vibrate beneath his palms, silver eyes burning into his with unholy fire. Nie Mingjue's gaze dropped to parted lips, reveling in the quickened breaths slipping past them.
"What would you have me do, A-Xian?" His deepened voice clearly laced with arousal. Hands dragged down Wei Wuxian's chest, gripping his waist lightly. His mouth moved to Wei Wuxian's neck, excitement flaring at the hands slipping into his hair, at the quickened pulse thrumming beneath his lips. He kissed down that neck, every drag of his tongue, every sting of teeth sinking lightly into skin, chipping away at Wei Wuxian's restraint. Low, sinful sounds slipped free, uncoiling something feral in his core.
Tightening his hands around that waist, he delivered a particularly hard bite. "Kill Jin Guangshan and continue the war while we're at it?"
Wei Wuxian's hands tightened in his hair, response delayed, senses fracturing. When he managed to grasp them, his words emerged soft, distracted. "Of course not. Killing Jin Guangshan would only work if the rest of the clan wasn't filled with ambitious filth. Someone will take his place in a heartbeat."
Taking advantage of that incoherency, Nie Mingjue pulled back and turned his lover around, body pressed against the intricately carved wall, using his weight to pin him.
"And why should I be concerned about keeping Jin Guangshan in line?" His hips pressed hard against Wei Wuxian's ass, momentary relief flooding him as his clothed cock pushed between those cheeks. One hand dragged down Wei Wuxian's side, tracing the curve of hip and thigh, while the other gathered the long hair tumbling down his lover's back, positioning it over one shoulder to bare the nape.
His breath ghosted over Wei Wuxian's neck, visibly raising goosebumps, a ripple of anticipation. "The major sects will rule together equally."
Nie Mingjue sank to his knees, gaze riveted by the supple curve of Wei Wuxian's ass presented before him like an offering.
God. His lover was gifted in countless ways, but this alone, these perfect, rounded cheeks, could lead the strongest men to ruin. A quiet altar of temptation, soft yet begging to be claimed, worshipped.
"Naivety is not a good look on you, Mingjue."
The smirk tugging at his lips carried a jolt of dark excitement. He loved this man. Loved that Wei Wuxian never filtered venom when he believed Nie Mingjue was wrong. No deference, no fear.
And he loved, even more, how easily he could unravel that composure when provoked.
The sound of his palm cracking against the rounded cheek echoed his own spiral into blinding arousal. A lustful moan tore from Wei Wuxian's lips as redness bloomed across pale skin. The sight sank its talons into Nie Mingjue's chest, heat pooling low and vicious.
He clenched his teeth against the ache to claim, to rip free his cock and bury himself to the hilt.
A tremor ran through his hands as he parted those cheeks and devoured. Tongue flat and insistent, he licked a slow, devoted stripe over the tight ring before spearing inside. Some of his most cherished memories were nights spent unraveling Wei Wuxian with nothing but his mouth, dragging pleasure out until sobs turned to pleas, until begging became surrender.
Not tonight. Tonight urgency burned too hot, too fast.
The tightness clenching around his tongue spoke of weeks apart, weeks of absence that had left Wei Wuxian's body starved, resistant, perfect. God, the stretch would be brutal. The only reason he dared without oil was that his lover bordered on delirious when it burned. The edge of too much, the exquisite overwhelm had made him tremble and arch and break beautifully in the past.
The first time he'd discovered that hunger had ignited something feral in Nie Mingjue he hadn't known existed.
Moans turned desperate, fractured. He speared deeper, hands tightening, spreading wider. "Mingjue—" A sob racked through him, voice wrecked. "Please—"
His cock throbbed.
One last, lingering lick over the fluttering hole, then he straightened on unsteady legs. Without a word he pressed two fingers to Wei Wuxian's lips. They parted instantly, hot mouth enveloping them, tongue curling wickedly. He knew exactly how that same tongue felt wrapped around his cock, slick and relentless.
Less restrained than he should have allowed, he withdrew his fingers, slick with saliva, and buried the first finger knuckle-deep.
A tremble, a desperate cry. His vision tunneled to nothing but the sight of Wei Wuxian arching, chest pressed to the wall, ass angled outward in silent offering. His finger slowed, turned, probed until it found that spot. The sounds that followed etched themselves into his soul forever.
Wei Wuxian widened his stance, hips canting, allowing the finger to slide in and out with obscene ease. Pace quickened, grazing his prostate with merciless rhythm, knowing how easily his lover could lose himself in the sensation. A mewl escaped as Nie Mingjue added a second finger, keeping the brutal tempo while his free hand traced soothing circles over Wei Wuxian's side.
"I'm ready." Wei Wuxian already sounded fucked out, voice frayed at the edges. "Please—"
Nie Mingjue didn't trust words. Instead he added a third finger, pace punishing now, stretching.
A bone deep grunt answered him.
His other hand gripped his own clothed cock, any friction near bliss, as he weighed his pleasure against proper preparation.
A choice that was never truly his.
His fingers stilled as resentment stirred in his veins, answering their master's call.
Baxia had long since pledged herself to Wei Wuxian. She reveled in his command over her dark essence, whether channeled through her blade or through Nie Mingjue's own body. Outside of extraction, Wei Wuxian rarely reached for it during intimacy. When he did, it felt like a climax woven into the peak of dual cultivation. The push and pull on his resentment an intimacy so profound it bordered on sacred.
The languid caress Wei Wuxian invoked now was only a warning, a reminder of the power he held over him.
Nie Mingjue would gladly surrender.
He withdrew his fingers, undressed with trembling hands. Breathless panting filled the room as robes pooled at his feet. He loosened his pants. A hiss escaped as cool air kissed his exposed cock, hard and aching, already weeping at the tip.
Stepping forward, he turned Wei Wuxian to face him. A deep ache lanced through him as silver eyes met his, disbelief that his love was permitted. Allowed.
Hands cradled Wei Wuxian's face in tender contrast to the fire consuming them. Nie Mingjue savored the slow slide of their tongues, tasting of home.
Arms wrapped around his neck. Wei Wuxian pulled himself up, legs locking around Nie Mingjue's waist. Hard length pressed against his abdomen, his own cock throbbed with the desperate need to be buried deep.
One arm banded around Wei Wuxian's waist for balance. He broke the kiss, eyes heavy lidded. Bringing his other hand to his mouth, he spat into his palm, coating his cock as thoroughly as he could.
"This will hurt," he rasped, already ruined.
Wei Wuxian swallowed visibly, pressed one lingering kiss to his lips, then buried his face in Nie Mingjue's neck. "I wasn't sure I'd see you again." Vulnerability cracked through his voice, returning the ache tenfold. "I want to feel you wherever I go tomorrow."
Nie Mingjue's jaw clenched against the pain. Wei Wuxian would be alright. They would be alright.
He lined up and pushed in slowly.
God.
Pleasure numbed everything. Warm breath against his neck grew heavy as he breached the tight ring of muscle.
The first time they'd fucked, Wei Wuxian had cursed his size, managing to take him only halfway. Working his cock in without oil would take time.
But Wei Wuxian arched into it, trembling, whispering broken encouragements against his skin, begging for more of the stretch, more of the burn, more of him.
Nie Mingjue sank deeper, venerating every shudder, every gasp, every tear that slipped free.
Nie Mingjue pressed Wei Wuxian's back flush against the wall once more, hands roaming as he thrust shallowly in and out of that overwhelming heat. Wei Wuxian's legs tightened around his waist, soft mewls spilling into his ear.
"You're taking me so well," he grunted low, the words dragging a long, shuddering moan from his lover's throat. "Did you feel empty without me?"
A shaky breath warmed his neck, vulnerability bleeding through the haze. "I was lost without you, A-Xian."
He thrust deeper and felt teeth sink into the crook of his neck, accompanied by the most beautiful, broken cry. Nie Mingjue's breathing turned ragged. He turned his head, face buried in sweat-damp strands, simply allowing himself to feel. He savoured every muscle shifting under his palms, the thin sheen of sweat slicking Wei Wuxian's ass as he gripped both cheeks, parting them wider to sink even deeper. The unique scent of his lover flooded his senses, pushing the pleasure higher, intoxicating.
Each thrust drew out the most alluring, addictive moan, less restrained with every roll of hips, every drag of the thick cock inside him.
Nie Mingjue had never stood a chance. From the moment he was permitted close, indifference had been impossible. The terror of how easily they could have passed each other by, of a life where Wei Wuxian was not at its center, clawed at the edges of his mind even now.
He carried his lover to the bed. Knees sinking into the soft mattress, he laid Wei Wuxian down gently. He remained still for one suspended heartbeat, buried deep, senses utterly overruled, face pressed to the curve of Wei Wuxian's neck.
Then he sat up.
The sight before him was a feast laid bare. Wei Wuxian's hair splayed across the pillow, silver eyes lidded and locked on his own, gleaming with hunger and love. Sweat glistened from throat to heaving chest to the swollen, leaking cock resting against a sculpted abdomen.
And god, seeing his own cock nearly fully sheathed in that beautifully stretched, flushed hole...
Keeping his hips still, he slid his hands down Wei Wuxian's thighs, loosening the legs around his waist. With slow movements he bent those legs toward the sides of Wei Wuxian's chest, folding him open further, effortlessly driving himself deeper.
A broken moan tore from Wei Wuxian's lips as he held Nie Mingjue's gaze, unblinking.
If Nie Mingjue had been younger, less experienced, the visual alone would have undone him.
He slid out until only the tip remained pressed past the rim, then finally picked up their earlier thread. "You think Jin Guangshan will talk himself into the position of chief cultivator?"
Wei Wuxian took a moment, long enough that Nie Mingjue considered abandoning the topic entirely. Then certainty laced his voice, steady despite the trembling. "He will. And if we allow him to seize that power, we will regret it one way or another."
Hands tightening on the thighs beneath his palms, Nie Mingjue pushed in slowly, watching Wei Wuxian's head fall back, a deep groan raising goosebumps across his own skin.
"You want me to oppose the attempt? Ensure the equal divide of power?" The words emerged almost absent, pleasure whitening the edges of his vision as he sank deeper still. Pants left reddened lips, hunger burned in silver eyes.
That hunger sharpened with Wei Wuxian's next words. "I want you to take the position yourself."
Movement stilled. Disbelief crashed through him. Not at the suggestion, but at his own failure to immediately reject it. He would never have demanded the role on his own, had no hunger for it. "You want me to make a grab for power." Disbelief bled into his voice.
The minute shake of Wei Wuxian's head soothed the storm in his chest. His tone softened, almost consoling. "It's not about gaining power. It's about fulfilling a responsibility, to keep it from corrupted, self-serving hands."
Nie Mingjue felt the pull against his grip, releasing Wei Wuxian's thighs.
His lover slid off his cock with a soft gasp, then mirrored his position, both on their knees. Warm hands trailed over Nie Mingjue's chest. "Someone needs to establish and uphold order." Fingers drifted lower, caressing his cock lightly before one hand continued to cup his balls, rolling them gently. "Jiang Cheng is too reckless. Lan Xichen is uselessly docile in his naivety. And Jin Guangshan will fuck us all over in his hunger for power."
The hand fondling him pushed against his chest. Nie Mingjue yielded without resistance, lying back as Wei Wuxian followed, straddling him with one hand beside his head. He lined Nie Mingjue's cock once more, letting the tip breach the rim.
Keeping his hips steady, Wei Wuxian lowered his chest flush against Nie Mingjue's, fingers digging into muscle, lips hovering a breath away. "This is the only way, Mingjue."
There was no doubt in Nie Mingjue's mind that Wei Wuxian knew he would grant anything asked. That he remained oblivious to the lengths Nie Mingjue would cross for him. "And when Jin Guangshan chooses to oppose this decision?"
He was unprepared for the silver in Wei Wuxian's eyes to bleed into crimson, for the stir of resentment answering in his own veins. His lover's words came with the slow slide onto his cock. "Who would ever dare oppose both Chifeng-zun and the Yiling Laozu?" Deeper still. "We would be Jin Guangshan's greatest nightmare."
Holy fuck.
The stirring in his blood was nothing compared to the sensation of bottoming out completely, Wei Wuxian's cheeks resting flush against his hips.
At that moment, Nie Mingjue didn't give a damn what was asked of him.
This path he would never have chosen himself. And perhaps that would have led to his ruin.
He closed the gap between their lips, kissing hard as his hands seized Wei Wuxian's hips, lifting him halfway off his cock. Feet planted on the mattress, he began to fuck up mercilessly into that abused, welcoming heat. Lips fell away as Wei Wuxian surrendered to desperate cries ripping from his throat.
Nie Mingjue walked the razor's edge of release, pleasure coiling agonizingly tight while Wei Wuxian perversely allowed his control to reign over the resentment thrumming in Nie Mingjue's veins.
Fuck. Blood roared in his ears.
He flipped them without breaking rhythm, teeth dragging down the soft column of Wei Wuxian's neck before sinking into his shoulder. Hard enough to mark, to claim.
He knew exactly what his lover needed.
The edge of pain had Wei Wuxian clenching around him like a vice, an unrestrained cry accompanying the warm spill of cum between their pressed abdomens, easing the slide.
Vision nearly eclipsed by building ecstasy, Nie Mingjue slammed deeper, growling into his lover's ear with raw, reverent ferocity.
"I will move mountains for you, my furen."