"Wang Xinjia? Yeah." Xue Yang waited for the boy on the other end of the line to acknowledge who he was, then he spoke again. "Get something to write with. Now pay attention."
That said, he gave Xinjia their current address, followed by a description of the van. Then... "There's five bodies, one alive. Keep that one, I'll deal with him later, I need intel. You hurry up with clean-up, I don't want any of this leaking."
That was the easiest way to handle this. "Tell Jonathan now. No time-wasting. I'll know."
With that, he ended the call and hung up, sliding his phone into his pocket. "I'll take you back to your place, yeah?"
He was talking to Meng Yao again now. "You aren't injured." He looked him over and then he leaned down so he could put his seatbelt on. And, no, he still didn't cut through any of the tape.
Meng Yao grunted in frustrations as the seat belt was done up and yet, no attempt to free him had been made. He was his boss! This was part of his job. To protect and likely release him from bondage. He knew that Xue Yang and him had issues but he was not apologising and he was not allowing this.
He attempted to tell Xue Yang off but it was all a bunch of mumbled nonsense. He huffed, nostrils flared and eyes fill with fury as he looked at Xue Yang.
"Damn, you're cute." Seeing him like that, nostrils flared and cheeks blown up a bit, dimples visibly even with the tape, Xue Yang could only grin, thoroughly endeared. He closed the door and then walked over to the other side of the car, getting into the driver's seat while checking his messages. All right, clean-up would be handled.
He started the car after getting in and buckling his own seatbelt. This time, because Meng Yao would not be able to protest, he turned on music right away. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, he played his current playlist. A bit of an eclectic mix of punk and romantic C-pop from various drama soundtracks. "You should relax. You're probably in shock."
Relax?! How? He protested again and tried to move so he could show his bound hands to Xue Yang but he didn't get a response back. He pulled himself back upright when the music started, eyes wide, knowing this was definitely being done out of spite. Oh, this man was just asking to fired. He would make sure of it too!
He cursed him out behind the tape. In shock? Probably! There was blood on his face and on his nice, white shirt, he was in a lot of pain and he was tied up. There was no relaxing. There was only anger.
"I love this song," Xue Yang commented idly and, yes, a little bit spitefully. The entire situation was satisfying him in so many ways. He had been frustrated a couple of times over the last few weeks and this felt like the ultimate compensation. So he was happily driving along, enjoying the music, nearing Meng Yao's place.
"They hired six thugs at once. Someone really wants you dead, eh?" He laughed softly, looking at him from the side. "Can't imagine why, you're such a delight."
Someone really did want him dead. He had assumed it was all empty words, threats were so easy to send but so hard to do. And yet - they actually sent six people and they were taking him somewhere. To someone. One of his father's old 'business associates', it had to be. It couldn't be the people he fired, they definitely didn't have the cash for six thugs.
Wasn't that just terrifying. This wasn't fair. He couldn't let his father or his stupid friends win against him. He supposed he was lucky to have Xue Yang, even if he was very pissed off with him right now. What was he going to do? He was going to have to untie him soon, they were nearly home!
"They weren't professionals. Well. Professional thugs, I guess, but no one with proper training or experience. No one like me." He glanced at Meng Yao again when he got the chance, loving how he could see the wheels turning, that impressive brain working away. Those expressive eyes showing some fear but also calculating. It was a turn-on, honestly.
Although very little about this current situation wasn't turning him on. "Ah, you really underestimated the situation. Trying to dodge me like that. Aren't you lucky your brother loves you so much, to get me for you?"
Meng Yao didn't know how he felt. He supposed he was grateful, now he knew it was real, otherwise those men would have either delivered him to someone who'd kill him or he would have been killed in that gross, revolting truck. It was quite terrifying. So ... what now? How did he ensure that didn't happen again?
Did he really have to stick right by Xue Yang? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Especially since this asshole still hadn't untied him. He was not very professional, even if he was effective.
"We'll talk about it later," Xue Yang assured him. They had reached Meng Yao's building and he got into the parking garage, using the ID card as always. Then he got to the usual spot. And then, after parking, he got out of the car, opened the door to Meng Yao's seat and, without saying a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and picked him up in his arms.
He carried him like that, clearly without any effort, heading right for the lift, which he called. While he held him, he wondered what was doing it more for either of them. The potential of anyone witnessing this, the humiliation factor or just that Meng Yao was light enough for him to carry so easily. "Hold still, xiao Yao. I don't want to drop you."
He kept his voice low and his eyes on Meng Yao's face. He wanted to see his reaction close-up.
People would see. People would see this and they'd tell others in the area. This was a nice place, people couldn't see! It was shameful. He wanted to be untied and he protested as much as he could, trying to push his bound hands out to get Xue Yang's attention. If people saw him like this, he'd get kicked out! Weird kinky bondage was not allowed in this sort of property!
Then he said it. He called him that. He didn't know why, but it ran from his brain down his spine and right into his dick. He shuddered lightly, unable to help himself. He couldn't control it. Then he tensed up, stubborn and irritated.
"Gotcha," Xue Yang whispered, smirking in the way that showed his fangs as he looked Meng Yao over. Looked him down, the way he had when first meeting him. Oh, he noticed. He stepped into the elevator, quite enjoying the sight of him holding Meng Yao, all tied up and a little scuffed up, in the mirror.
"I knew it. First time I set eyes on you, xiao Yao. It's always the haughty ones that long to be brought down, eh?" It was very entertaining. "Repressed and horny."
Meng Yao shook his head adamantly. He was not! He wasn't looking for anything like this. It was just all being put on him. He didn't even want to have sex, sex was a waste of time. And when he did, he was not going to be called xiao Yao! He tried to correct it to Yao-ge but he couldn't. Normally, he would have insisted on director Jin but that was even harder to say.
Was he really giving off horny vibes? That was unsettling. He sincerely hoped now. He looked around the hallway, eyes wide and alert. He really didn't want to be seen.
With the practised hand of someone who had been a pocket thief before, Xue Yang got the keys out of Meng Yao's pocket. He stopped by his door, holding him cradled against his chest and unlocking it. Then, once they were inside, he dutifully took his boots off before he walked further into the house. Only to them drop Meng Yao down onto the sofa and get on top of him right away, hands on either side of his shoulders as he looked down at him.
Pressed against each other like that, there was no denying that they were both finding this situation very arousing. "Do you like me, xiao Yao?" He asked it teasingly. "I've been wondering..."
Meng Yao yelped as he was dropped onto the couch, feeling honestly a bit weird about it all. Why was it oddly arousing that this man held him like he was nothing? Or that he had that evil look in his eyes. That he kept him tied up and had started calling him xiao Yao. He wanted to be bothered by it, he wanted not to be turned on and yet. He was so hard. The hardest he had been in a long time. He pointedly turned his head away, sulking and refusing to give Xue Yang what he wanted.
"You are a good actor, xiao Yao, I don't doubt that. I've seen you smile at the people you despise. Lie with such a pretty face." Even as he spoke, he was undoing Meng Yao's belt. Unbuttoning his trousers. Unzipping them. Soon, putting a hand under the waistband of his underwear, wrapping his hand around his cock. "But you're not that good."
He laughed, while he rubbed his thumb over the head. "I bet you like it rough, xiao Yao, don't you? You like when gege takes you. You want it to hurt. No mercy."
How was he supposed to handle this? His brain was already rattled and full of horrible, troubling thoughts and now another one had arisen! He moaned as that had wrapped around his cock and he could feel himself losing control. This was why he avoided sex, he always lost control when he was being pleasured. He gave away his feelings, he slipped into dangerous headspaces. He fought against it, closing his eyes as Xue Yang ran his finger over the head.
Was he going to be rough? Was he going to hurt him? He protested behind the tape but he didn't know why. He wanted it, God, he wanted it. He was so hard, it almost hurt to be touched.
"You've been denying yourself, eh?" It was obvious, wasn't it? So uptight, so repressed. Everything had to be in order, everything under control. Xue Yang was almost impressed. "I like it. It's like you're saving yourself for gege."
He grinned and started to undress himself with his free hand, simply undoing his jeans and pushing them down with the underwear. No time to waste. He did, however, mercifully at least have some lube ready. While he spread that on himself, he was running his other hand down Meng Yao's cock, wrapped around his base while he fingered his hole with one finger. "You want me, xiao Yao, don't you? You want me to want you too."
So very obvious now. "Just nod your pretty head, xiao Yao. Let gege know you want him."
The walls fell, they were giving way, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to take control of the situation so he could reign himself in and prevent all of this from happening but he couldn't. Not physically, not verbal, he had no way out. It was like he was trapped and there was only one route. Submission.
And once he gave into that, he felt all of his judgement and senses just drift away. His eyes were wet as he opened them, nodding his head so eagerly that he would have been embarrassed, had he not left his own body.
"There's a good boy. I'm so proud of you, xiao Yao." Oh, he really had hit just the right buttons, hadn't he? Determined to make the most of it, Xue Yang wasted no time. He prepared Meng Yao only a little, because he had that feeling that they both wanted it rough. And then he positioned him, moving his legs so they were hooked around him, holding his waist so, yes, he could thrust inside him.
Which he did, all the while looking into those needy, submissive eyes. He was not going to miss even a moment of this, committing it all to memory. "You are doing so well, xiao Yao..."
Good boy. He was a good boy. It felt so good to hear, everything else was weird and pointless things that didn't get passed the cottonwool in his brain. Someone was proud of him. About time. He wanted people to be proud. He wanted someone to see how hard he had worked. He was a very good boy and he was practically trembling from every positive word.
He couldn't look away from Xue Yang, his eyes were desperate and needy, wanting this. Wanting the sharp burn but the kind words, the praise as he took every rough thrust well. He was whimpering now, moaning at each thrust, his body shaking.
"Ah, xiao Yao, you are taking it all. You are loving this, eh?" He leaned in so he could kiss on top of the tape, pressing their foreheads together. For a few moments, he held still, embracing the man while buried as deep inside him as he could get from this angle. He was panting, out of breath. Of course he was. His voice was lust-filled and a bit strained. "You are just perfect."
That said, he pulled back again, only so he could go back to thrusting. It didn't take him much longer to reach climax, his head falling back as he moaned loudly, not one for holding back.
Meng Yao came just because Xue Yang did. The sight of watching someone enjoy him that much, seeing the effect he had, it was enough. He was a good boy, he took it so well and now he could come. Not before gege, that wouldn't be like a good boy, but as soon as he could then he did. Of course he did. He couldn't hold it back.
Now was the scary part. Would gege take care of him or would he toss him aside? He knew he would, everyone always did. He would leave and A-Yao would be embarrassed. He was so anxious, he couldn't control his breathing and he felt his chest seize up.
Immediately, Xue Yang noticed that something was wrong with Meng Yao's breathing. He had only just pulled out of him and he wasted no time. Pulling his knife out from its sheath, he immediately cut through the tape that kept his mouth shut. He was careful not to hurt him more than necessary, peeling it off gingerly, but efficiently. Then he cast it aside, so he had both hands to gather the man in his arms, while he sat on the couch.
With Meng Yao cradled on his lap, he started running his fingers through his hair. "It's all right, xiao Yao. Breathe, yeah? Just breathe. Focus on gege. Everything is good. You are so good. Well done, xiao Yao."
Everyone was going to find out. Xue Yang would tell people. He would laugh. He was spiralling, he knew he was, but the same mechanism that stopped him overthinking prevented any logical thoughts too. Instead, he was just paralysed, trying to breathe as he leaned against Xue Yang and tried not to cry.
"Please, gege, I'm a good boy. Please don't leave." He wasn't sure why he was reacting like this, he didn't understand. He wanted to hold onto Xue Yang but his hands were tied so he just buried his head against his chest. "Don't tell. Don't tell on me. Please, gege!"
"I won't tell on you. I promise." Xue Yang held him close, tightening his arms around him in the hopes that would make him feel more secure. He was not really certain how to handle this so, as always, he went with his instincts. Which, right now, were to run his fingers through the strands of Meng Yao's hair, tugging a few of them playfully. "Why would I tell on you, xiao Yao, when you've made me so happy, huh? When you've done such a good job? Gege likes you a lot, xiao Yao. He'd never let anyone hurt you."
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That said, he gave Xinjia their current address, followed by a description of the van. Then... "There's five bodies, one alive. Keep that one, I'll deal with him later, I need intel. You hurry up with clean-up, I don't want any of this leaking."
That was the easiest way to handle this. "Tell Jonathan now. No time-wasting. I'll know."
With that, he ended the call and hung up, sliding his phone into his pocket. "I'll take you back to your place, yeah?"
He was talking to Meng Yao again now. "You aren't injured." He looked him over and then he leaned down so he could put his seatbelt on. And, no, he still didn't cut through any of the tape.
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He attempted to tell Xue Yang off but it was all a bunch of mumbled nonsense. He huffed, nostrils flared and eyes fill with fury as he looked at Xue Yang.
What was this?!
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He started the car after getting in and buckling his own seatbelt. This time, because Meng Yao would not be able to protest, he turned on music right away. Connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, he played his current playlist. A bit of an eclectic mix of punk and romantic C-pop from various drama soundtracks. "You should relax. You're probably in shock."
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He cursed him out behind the tape. In shock? Probably! There was blood on his face and on his nice, white shirt, he was in a lot of pain and he was tied up. There was no relaxing. There was only anger.
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"They hired six thugs at once. Someone really wants you dead, eh?" He laughed softly, looking at him from the side. "Can't imagine why, you're such a delight."
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Wasn't that just terrifying. This wasn't fair. He couldn't let his father or his stupid friends win against him. He supposed he was lucky to have Xue Yang, even if he was very pissed off with him right now. What was he going to do? He was going to have to untie him soon, they were nearly home!
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Although very little about this current situation wasn't turning him on. "Ah, you really underestimated the situation. Trying to dodge me like that. Aren't you lucky your brother loves you so much, to get me for you?"
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Did he really have to stick right by Xue Yang? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Especially since this asshole still hadn't untied him. He was not very professional, even if he was effective.
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He carried him like that, clearly without any effort, heading right for the lift, which he called. While he held him, he wondered what was doing it more for either of them. The potential of anyone witnessing this, the humiliation factor or just that Meng Yao was light enough for him to carry so easily. "Hold still, xiao Yao. I don't want to drop you."
He kept his voice low and his eyes on Meng Yao's face. He wanted to see his reaction close-up.
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Then he said it. He called him that. He didn't know why, but it ran from his brain down his spine and right into his dick. He shuddered lightly, unable to help himself. He couldn't control it. Then he tensed up, stubborn and irritated.
He settled for glaring. Glaring was safer.
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"I knew it. First time I set eyes on you, xiao Yao. It's always the haughty ones that long to be brought down, eh?" It was very entertaining. "Repressed and horny."
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Was he really giving off horny vibes? That was unsettling. He sincerely hoped now. He looked around the hallway, eyes wide and alert. He really didn't want to be seen.
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Pressed against each other like that, there was no denying that they were both finding this situation very arousing. "Do you like me, xiao Yao?" He asked it teasingly. "I've been wondering..."
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Meng Yao yelped as he was dropped onto the couch, feeling honestly a bit weird about it all. Why was it oddly arousing that this man held him like he was nothing? Or that he had that evil look in his eyes. That he kept him tied up and had started calling him xiao Yao. He wanted to be bothered by it, he wanted not to be turned on and yet. He was so hard. The hardest he had been in a long time. He pointedly turned his head away, sulking and refusing to give Xue Yang what he wanted.
He had to keep his self respect... right?
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He laughed, while he rubbed his thumb over the head. "I bet you like it rough, xiao Yao, don't you? You like when gege takes you. You want it to hurt. No mercy."
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Was he going to be rough? Was he going to hurt him? He protested behind the tape but he didn't know why. He wanted it, God, he wanted it. He was so hard, it almost hurt to be touched.
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He grinned and started to undress himself with his free hand, simply undoing his jeans and pushing them down with the underwear. No time to waste. He did, however, mercifully at least have some lube ready. While he spread that on himself, he was running his other hand down Meng Yao's cock, wrapped around his base while he fingered his hole with one finger. "You want me, xiao Yao, don't you? You want me to want you too."
So very obvious now. "Just nod your pretty head, xiao Yao. Let gege know you want him."
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And once he gave into that, he felt all of his judgement and senses just drift away. His eyes were wet as he opened them, nodding his head so eagerly that he would have been embarrassed, had he not left his own body.
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Which he did, all the while looking into those needy, submissive eyes. He was not going to miss even a moment of this, committing it all to memory. "You are doing so well, xiao Yao..."
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He couldn't look away from Xue Yang, his eyes were desperate and needy, wanting this. Wanting the sharp burn but the kind words, the praise as he took every rough thrust well. He was whimpering now, moaning at each thrust, his body shaking.
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That said, he pulled back again, only so he could go back to thrusting. It didn't take him much longer to reach climax, his head falling back as he moaned loudly, not one for holding back.
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Now was the scary part. Would gege take care of him or would he toss him aside? He knew he would, everyone always did. He would leave and A-Yao would be embarrassed. He was so anxious, he couldn't control his breathing and he felt his chest seize up.
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With Meng Yao cradled on his lap, he started running his fingers through his hair. "It's all right, xiao Yao. Breathe, yeah? Just breathe. Focus on gege. Everything is good. You are so good. Well done, xiao Yao."
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"Please, gege, I'm a good boy. Please don't leave." He wasn't sure why he was reacting like this, he didn't understand. He wanted to hold onto Xue Yang but his hands were tied so he just buried his head against his chest. "Don't tell. Don't tell on me. Please, gege!"
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It was literally his job, after all.
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