"Because you like me better than him," Xue Yang said and, tilting his head to the side, he smiled in a sweet way, "I'm cute. He is not cute. You like cute."
It all made sense, didn't it? He closed the distance between them, putting his hands on Xingchen's shoulder and leaning close to him, pressing his mouth against his neck and breathing the word against his skin. "You like me~!"
Xingchen had no idea if that was true or not. He did like him, sometimes, in moments when he held him or spoke to him sweetly. He liked his hair and his smile, he liked how he touched him so liberally. But he always hurt him. He wanted to rip him apart and he was getting pretty damn close.
"I shouldn't be in here. I shouldn't do this." He panicked and shoved Xue Yang away, going for the door handle. "I can't do this!"
Panic seized Xue Yang's heart as well, even though he was much less aware of the emotion. All he knew was that the thought of Xingchen leaving like this made it impossible to breathe. So he grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back, shoved him right against the stall. He wasted no time now, he undid Xingchen's trousers, his hand inside them as quickly as he could. His dick was hard and waiting for him, so how wrong could this be? How wrong could he be? He looked at his face as he jerked him off, unaware of the tears he was blinking away.
"No, please, stop it!" He reached for the stall door but he couldn't get to it, Xue Yang was stronger than him. There was a hand around his dick, jerking him off, and he sobbed loudly as the other kept jacking him off. It was too much, it was all too much. He whimpered as Xue Yang kept going, every stroke so determined.
He looked at Xue Yang and shook his head, looking at the tears in in the other's eyes. Did he know? What even caused them? "We're bad. We're going to hell!"
"Yeah, so? At least we are going together then, baby. At least you are not getting rid of me." It was all he could do, wasn't it? To ensure his place with Xiao Xingchen. All he could ask for was to be despised by him. "Say my name. Come on, tell me what you think of me."
How he hated him, how he wished he was in hell already. He knew it all.
He was getting closer and closer but once he called him baby, it was like something struck though him. He started to shake and he cried out as he came in this public bathroom, on a date with his boyfriend, who just asked him to marry him. And he said yes. And he had to go out there and looked at Song Lan.
He hurt him and he was hurting Xue Yang too. The other had wet eyes and demon or not, he was suffering. They all were.
Xingchen couldn't answer, he just kept crying. He raised a hand, wiping at his face. "Xue Yang. Why?"
"Hate me," Xue Yang demanded, because he had no idea what else to ask for. He needed that intensity, he needed to be burned by this. Maybe then whatever hurt him would go up in flames, maybe he would be able to breathe again. He pulled his hand out and wiped it clean on his shirt. Not as if he planned on keeping that stupid outfit.
Then he leaned forward and kissed Xiao Xingchen again. He had never kissed softly before. This was a first.
The kiss was soft, tender, and he hadn't ever been kissed like this before. Song Lan didn't like kissing and when he did it, it was straight to the point. No romance. No passion. When the kiss was over, Xingchen lower his head and hid himself in Xue Yang's shoulder. He liked how he smelled. How he touched him. He liked Xue Yang.
And that was how Xue Yang had won, he supposed. He made him completely pathetic and endlessly craving him. "Please help me."
Xue Yang wasn't sure what was happening. He had his arms around Xiao Xingchen, he had him lean against him, and he had no way of making himself let go of him. He wanted to be near him forever. How could he help him? He couldn't help himself against whatever there was inside of him. "...I'm all bad. I can never help."
"I'm sorry I hurt you." Xingchen whispered as he just stayed against Xue Yang and let him hold him. He had no idea how long they stayed like this but he knew time was passing, he knew Song Lan would ask questions and he didn't think he could do that. He pulled away from Xue Yang and rubbed his eye.
"I have to go. Please don't tell Song Lan what I did." Reaching out, he grabbed the stall handle and took off in a run. He couldn't let himself be caught, he just had to go. Before he hurt anyone else.
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It all made sense, didn't it? He closed the distance between them, putting his hands on Xingchen's shoulder and leaning close to him, pressing his mouth against his neck and breathing the word against his skin. "You like me~!"
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"I shouldn't be in here. I shouldn't do this." He panicked and shoved Xue Yang away, going for the door handle. "I can't do this!"
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"You want me," he insisted, "I'm in your head."
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He looked at Xue Yang and shook his head, looking at the tears in in the other's eyes. Did he know? What even caused them? "We're bad. We're going to hell!"
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How he hated him, how he wished he was in hell already. He knew it all.
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He hurt him and he was hurting Xue Yang too. The other had wet eyes and demon or not, he was suffering. They all were.
Xingchen couldn't answer, he just kept crying. He raised a hand, wiping at his face. "Xue Yang. Why?"
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Then he leaned forward and kissed Xiao Xingchen again. He had never kissed softly before. This was a first.
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And that was how Xue Yang had won, he supposed. He made him completely pathetic and endlessly craving him. "Please help me."
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"I have to go. Please don't tell Song Lan what I did." Reaching out, he grabbed the stall handle and took off in a run. He couldn't let himself be caught, he just had to go. Before he hurt anyone else.