"Pft. You can pay however much you want, you aren't going to stop being a stalking pervert loser. How often have you broken into my place, eh? How much have you taken?" Granted, he wasn't the best at keeping track of his stuff but eventually it clicked even for him.
He didn't let go of his hair, he just tugged harder, to force him to look up at him. "You're hurting my feelings with your fucking denial. At least admit to it, that'd be slightly less pathetic. Tell me how much you like me. Fucking loser."
"It's a misunderstanding, I swear! I only took the underwear, please, I was having a -- it doesn't matter. I'm not -- I'm not like that." Meng Yao whined lightly under the grip to his hair, his head starting to ache as he panted through the pain that was starting to overwhelm him. Yes, he had taken things before. Just little things. Never anything big. He took a shirt one, took one CD and a pieces of paper that littered the front door, discarded and uninteresting to him but worth something for Meng Yao.
Looking at Xue Yang with wide eyes, he smiled nervously. It was not at all a real smile. "I like you! You're a good person, right? That's how we both know that this shouldn't escalate. Please, stop. I won't ever do it again!"
"Good person?" Xue Yang repeated the words as if they were foreign to him, and at the end he sounded amused. "How do you figure that? What makes me so 'good'? What makes anyone good?"
He didn't really believe in that even as a concept. "You really don't know me, do you? Poor little pervert. You should have focused more on what I'm like than how hard I get you." He nudged between Meng Yao's legs playfully, shaking his head. "Stop the annoying talk. It's getting on my nerves. You fucked up, so I'm gonna show you the consequences."
"You have. The lesson is learned. My leg, it really hurts, I think I need an ambulance." Meng Yao confessed as he tried to bow to Xue Yang but that grip he had on his hair was punishing and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't buy his way out of this, he couldn't run either. He had his phone in his pocket, maybe he could call someone to come and get him but who? He couldn't call Nie Mingjue or Lan Xichen. Bastards.
Jin Zixuan had a child and his father never replied to him. He was alone. All alone. He was shaking now, shock starting to set in. "Please, I will pay you back, I swear. You -- You hurt me a lot!"
"Fuck, you're boring me. Do you have anything to talk about other than your money?" Xue Yang rolled his eyes and then, rather unceremoniously, he punched the side of his head to knock him out.
With Meng Yao unconscious, he did a few things quite quickly. First, he stripped him down to his underwear. Fitting enough for a pervert, he decided. Then he grabbed him and carried him over to his spare room. The room that had no windows, that had a concrete floor and metal hooks and rings in the wall and ceiling. He cuffed Meng Yao's hands together in front of him with metal cuffs, then used a chain to connect those cuffs to one of the thick metal rings in the wall.
And then he left him like that, to see how he'd feel in a few hours.
That was his first thought when he woke up, surrounded by hooks and chains. There was no light in here, it was so dark he could barely see anything but he could see them, dangling above him. He checked the cuffs and moved suddenly, jarring his leg. He whimpered quietly, trying to keep the noise down. His clothes were gone, and everything with it, including his phone.
He was going to die in the murder room of the guy he was stalking. It was probably karma but it still felt unfair. Thousands of perverts stalked people and got away with it. Why was it him that got caught and tortured to death?!
By the time Xue Yang returned to the room, it was dark outside. He was still dressed in sweatpants and the same sleeveless shirt from before, looking casual and not like someone who'd have a murder room in his apartment. But then, how would someone signal that just from a look?
He flipped the light switch on and stepped inside, hands in his pockets as he considered Meng Yao. What do do? "Guess it's time to kill you."
Seemed like the obvious one. He wasn't terribly excited over it but maybe he'd get into it.
Meng Yao winced at the light and then looked up at Xue Yang, eyes full of horror. He didn't want to die, it wasn't fair. He had barely done anything. He took a few pathetic, worthless little things. He fucking took a pair of boxers. "I just took your underwear... can't you just call the cops on me? Please. I don't want to die."
He doubted Xue Yang cared. Even so, he bowed his head and moved himself into a kneeled position as best he could, trying to submit for some level of mercy. "I couldn't help myself, I tried. I'm really trying. I didn't think. I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault, I can't -- please! Please, I'll do anything!"
"You didn't think? Then why take my underwear if you had no thoughts about it?" Seemed like something that would have to have a reason behind it, Xue Yang thought. He stepped closer, looking down at Meng Yao. "Why do it, huh? Why me? Why couldn't you help yourself?"
He shook his head in visible disappointment. "So pathetic. A stalker who can't even admit to his obsession. It'd at least have been flattering. Now you're making me feel cheap and used."
"Because you helped me. Don't you remember? Of course you don't! Why would you? When they were beating me up, on my way to work, you saved me. You. Saved. Me." Meng Yao's eyes filled with tears, there had been no recognition but he supposed it was expected. It was brief. Barely any words exchanged but he had remembered every moment. "You beat them up. You got my briefcase back. You gave me your damn hand!"
He helped him to his feet. Not a harsh touch, just matter of fact. Normal. Kind. He wasn't used to kind. "Then you told me off cause I was the idiot who almost got mugged." He laughed, verging on hysterical now as he looked up at Xue Yang, eyes wet with tears. "You called me a freak because I was wearing rubber gloves but you smiled. You smiled at me. No one ever smiles at me. Not like that!"
And that was the day he had realised he needed him. He wanted him. No one had ever been that nice before or since. He was just a shitty, beaten down salary man and this punk spared him some time to help. "I never wanted to bother you, I just wanted to see you again."
"Huh." Xue Yang tilted his head to the side, trying to see if he could remember. Then, after a few seconds, his eyes lit up with recognition and, yes. He smiled. "Corporate slave. Gotcha."
He remembered that, even if it was a bit more of a vague haze than the apparently profound experience it seemed to have been for Meng Yao. "I remember. I did think you were cute, for a loser freak."
That kind of passed as a compliment. "So you wanted to see me and, what, wear my underwear? Sniff it? Sleep with it? Use it to jerk off?"
"I just -- I'm sorry I took it." He didn't want to say aloud what he did, it was embarrassing and he shouldn't have done it. He wore them, slept in them, jacked off in them and washed them as best he could before returning them. He had a shirt he had stolen too, he always slept in it. It was nice. Like having a boyfriend.
He sniffled as he looked down, knowing how fucked he was but it didn't stop it all from hurting. His leg, his face, his fucking chest as his heart beat so fast. He took in a deep, shuddering breath. "You smell nice. It helps me sleep. I don't sleep so well but with your things, I do."
"Wow. You really are a freak." Xue Yang sounded amused rather than alarmed or disgusted, shaking his head slightly. It was better, hearing him admit to it out loud. Kind of funny, that a pervert would be this shy about it.
"So you like me." Almost seemed a shame to kill him now. Maybe he could think of something better to do with him. "That's nice. I don't really get into anything that's longer than a night usually."
In a bizarre way, this was already his longest relationship. He just hadn't known about it.
"I don't date. I haven't been with anyone." Meng Yao had played with toys, he had jacked off more than anyone should but the idea of sex with another person made him a bit anxious. "I don't like ... fluids on me. I prefer to do it alone. I was never going to ever touch you, I swear."
Meng Yao hoped that came across well, showed that he wasn't some would be rapist. He sniffed as he used his arm to wipe away any lingering tears. "I've seen you kissing boys. On the balcony. Once in a gay bar. He looked very pretty..."
"M-hm. I like pretty boys." He wasn't about to deny it. Still, there were a lot of questions occurring to him now. Of course the freak would be weird about things, but still. All of that and he'd not even want to touch him? Almost felt insulting at that point.
So Xue Yang crouched down in front of him, arching his eyebrows. "What about me then? Am I pretty? Handsome? Do I set your heart aflame?"
He imagined there'd have to be some kinda passion to make a person steal underwear.
"Yes." Meng Yao felt it was pointless to deny it, given he had been caught out and was in a scary, torture dungeon. His answers were unlikely to effect the overall outcome. He lowered his head, utterly embarrassed as much as he was terrified. "You're handsome, you are especially beautiful when you braid your hair and you're cute too. You're always happy when you eat sweet stuff."
Meng Yao licked his lips, awkwardly. "I was the one who sent you cupcakes for valentine's day. I knew what you'd like. I picked them carefully."
He laughed, nervous and afraid. "I wanted to treat you."
Honestly, Xue Yang had been complimented before, from time to time. Quite frequently while hooking up, for obvious reasons. He had been confessed to a couple of times, especially by girls back when he was in school. Even now, there were some patrons- mostly men, what he had discussed with Xinjia was right, he put out those vibes - that definitely frequented the restaurant specifically because of him.
Yet no one had ever gone this far. Stalking. Breaking in. Sending him presents just so he would have something to enjoy. It was odd, yet it also undeniably had a charm about it. He had to laugh. "Damn, you are a weirdo."
That much was for sure. "So, you don't want to suck it?" He gestured between his legs.
Meng Yao looked at Xue Yang and then at his dick, wondering what answer could save him. Probably neither. He knew it was silly to think like he did but it wasn't like he chose to do things this way. He cocked his head to the side and then looked up at Xue Yang, biting his lower lip for a moment before speaking. "I've never really wanted to do that, I'm not like that. I'm not -- I don't want to be like that."
The sort of pervert that sought to pleasure and take advantage. Not that he was really in a place to take advantage. "I thought about it but I wouldn't go beyond that, I swear! I don't even know if I'd like it."
He laughed, terrified, smiling at Xue Yang with such awkwardness. "I never tried."
"I mean, you'd probably be awful at it. But I've got a good dick, bet you'd love choking on it." He looked like someone who'd get into it. What a weird pervert this one was. Xue Yang thought it over and then he had to laugh again. "What kinda boundaries are that? You don't wanna suck my dick but you're fine breaking into my place and jerking off? Taking my stuff? Sleeping with my clothes?"
Whatever boundaries he had, clearly they weren't about respect. Xue Yang rose to his feet, then he leaned one of his hands against the wall above Meng Yao, using the other to pull his pants down. No underwear, it was kind of uncomfortable against his dick anway, especially now that he was getting hard. "Go for it, perv."
"I shouldn't have done either of those too, I know that. It's just worse when you do it to someone. I thought it was harmless." Clearly it wasn't. To him. He was the one with a broken leg and he was the one who's face felt hot from here he'd been punched. He watched Xue Yang undo his pants and he watched, eyes wide, not sure what he was supposed to do.
It was a big cock. Large, impressive, challenging - he assumed, anyway. He had watched porn, he knew how it worked. In theory. But he hadn't done it before. And he wasn't sure he had much of a choice. "I-- Can we use a condom?" He didn't want fluids in his mouth, he shuddered at the thought. "I don't like fluids..."
"Fuck off with that. You want to taste me." Xue Yang wasn't about to let him get away with downplaying that. The little pervert had been so desperate to smell him that he'd stolen his clothes, he didn't care what hang-ups he had. "It's an honour, getting to do this. You better don't waste a drop of those fluids."
He looked down, eyebrows arched. "Now. Don't make me hurt you again. If you do, I'm just gonna assume you are into that too."
"I'm not, I'm really not." Meng Yao shook his head and moved, attempting to get onto his knees and whimpering lightly as he had to move his leg. It was in agony, he needed to get the bone reset. He wasn't sure if he'd live long enough to do it but he clearly had to suck this guys dick to get through this alive.
He leaned forward and hesitated, took a few tries before he put his mouth around Xue Yang's dick. It was an intense taste. Musky, for sure. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing so he tried to suck on, licking awkwardly at the side, trying to think of how they did it in porn.
"You think I'm ice cream or something? What are you, a kitten?" Xue Yang had no idea what to make of those little licks. He shook his head, reaching for Meng Yao's forehead and tilting it back with one finger. Then he moved said finger to his own mouth, parting his lips and pushing inside. He used three fingers, pressing his tongue around them, moving his lips and getting them wet properly.
Then he pulled his fingers back out, looking at Meng Yao expectantly. "Like that."
Damn, that was hot. Xue Yang was hot. He was definitely hard, not that he was particularly proud of that of that fact. He nodded his head and watched how it worked before he dove back into it. He put as much of it into his mouth as he could, accidentally choking and having to pull back. He drooled on him, eagarly sucking and trying to do it right.
It was a bit of a chaotic mess, he gagged once when Xue Yang moved surprisingly and pulled his head back, coughing. Ow.
"How can you be this bad at it?!" Xue Yang had to laugh, it was as annoying as it was entertaining. "You really need to practice. Relax your throat..." He shook his head now, lightly slapping Meng Yao's face to start jerking himself off instead, looking down at him as he did so. "Guess you're completely useless."
So maybe he should just kill him? He considered it but he also thought about how strangely amusing this odd pervert was. Maybe that was worth keeping him around for. "Open your mouth," he instructed, while he started moving his hand faster, "Tongue out. Let's see if you are at least obedient."
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He didn't let go of his hair, he just tugged harder, to force him to look up at him. "You're hurting my feelings with your fucking denial. At least admit to it, that'd be slightly less pathetic. Tell me how much you like me. Fucking loser."
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Looking at Xue Yang with wide eyes, he smiled nervously. It was not at all a real smile. "I like you! You're a good person, right? That's how we both know that this shouldn't escalate. Please, stop. I won't ever do it again!"
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He didn't really believe in that even as a concept. "You really don't know me, do you? Poor little pervert. You should have focused more on what I'm like than how hard I get you." He nudged between Meng Yao's legs playfully, shaking his head. "Stop the annoying talk. It's getting on my nerves. You fucked up, so I'm gonna show you the consequences."
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Jin Zixuan had a child and his father never replied to him. He was alone. All alone. He was shaking now, shock starting to set in. "Please, I will pay you back, I swear. You -- You hurt me a lot!"
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With Meng Yao unconscious, he did a few things quite quickly. First, he stripped him down to his underwear. Fitting enough for a pervert, he decided. Then he grabbed him and carried him over to his spare room. The room that had no windows, that had a concrete floor and metal hooks and rings in the wall and ceiling. He cuffed Meng Yao's hands together in front of him with metal cuffs, then used a chain to connect those cuffs to one of the thick metal rings in the wall.
And then he left him like that, to see how he'd feel in a few hours.
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That was his first thought when he woke up, surrounded by hooks and chains. There was no light in here, it was so dark he could barely see anything but he could see them, dangling above him. He checked the cuffs and moved suddenly, jarring his leg. He whimpered quietly, trying to keep the noise down. His clothes were gone, and everything with it, including his phone.
He was going to die in the murder room of the guy he was stalking. It was probably karma but it still felt unfair. Thousands of perverts stalked people and got away with it. Why was it him that got caught and tortured to death?!
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He flipped the light switch on and stepped inside, hands in his pockets as he considered Meng Yao. What do do? "Guess it's time to kill you."
Seemed like the obvious one. He wasn't terribly excited over it but maybe he'd get into it.
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He doubted Xue Yang cared. Even so, he bowed his head and moved himself into a kneeled position as best he could, trying to submit for some level of mercy. "I couldn't help myself, I tried. I'm really trying. I didn't think. I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault, I can't -- please! Please, I'll do anything!"
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He shook his head in visible disappointment. "So pathetic. A stalker who can't even admit to his obsession. It'd at least have been flattering. Now you're making me feel cheap and used."
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He helped him to his feet. Not a harsh touch, just matter of fact. Normal. Kind. He wasn't used to kind. "Then you told me off cause I was the idiot who almost got mugged." He laughed, verging on hysterical now as he looked up at Xue Yang, eyes wet with tears. "You called me a freak because I was wearing rubber gloves but you smiled. You smiled at me. No one ever smiles at me. Not like that!"
And that was the day he had realised he needed him. He wanted him. No one had ever been that nice before or since. He was just a shitty, beaten down salary man and this punk spared him some time to help. "I never wanted to bother you, I just wanted to see you again."
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He remembered that, even if it was a bit more of a vague haze than the apparently profound experience it seemed to have been for Meng Yao. "I remember. I did think you were cute, for a loser freak."
That kind of passed as a compliment. "So you wanted to see me and, what, wear my underwear? Sniff it? Sleep with it? Use it to jerk off?"
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He sniffled as he looked down, knowing how fucked he was but it didn't stop it all from hurting. His leg, his face, his fucking chest as his heart beat so fast. He took in a deep, shuddering breath. "You smell nice. It helps me sleep. I don't sleep so well but with your things, I do."
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"So you like me." Almost seemed a shame to kill him now. Maybe he could think of something better to do with him. "That's nice. I don't really get into anything that's longer than a night usually."
In a bizarre way, this was already his longest relationship. He just hadn't known about it.
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Meng Yao hoped that came across well, showed that he wasn't some would be rapist. He sniffed as he used his arm to wipe away any lingering tears. "I've seen you kissing boys. On the balcony. Once in a gay bar. He looked very pretty..."
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So Xue Yang crouched down in front of him, arching his eyebrows. "What about me then? Am I pretty? Handsome? Do I set your heart aflame?"
He imagined there'd have to be some kinda passion to make a person steal underwear.
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Meng Yao licked his lips, awkwardly. "I was the one who sent you cupcakes for valentine's day. I knew what you'd like. I picked them carefully."
He laughed, nervous and afraid. "I wanted to treat you."
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Yet no one had ever gone this far. Stalking. Breaking in. Sending him presents just so he would have something to enjoy. It was odd, yet it also undeniably had a charm about it. He had to laugh. "Damn, you are a weirdo."
That much was for sure. "So, you don't want to suck it?" He gestured between his legs.
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The sort of pervert that sought to pleasure and take advantage. Not that he was really in a place to take advantage. "I thought about it but I wouldn't go beyond that, I swear! I don't even know if I'd like it."
He laughed, terrified, smiling at Xue Yang with such awkwardness. "I never tried."
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Whatever boundaries he had, clearly they weren't about respect. Xue Yang rose to his feet, then he leaned one of his hands against the wall above Meng Yao, using the other to pull his pants down. No underwear, it was kind of uncomfortable against his dick anway, especially now that he was getting hard. "Go for it, perv."
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It was a big cock. Large, impressive, challenging - he assumed, anyway. He had watched porn, he knew how it worked. In theory. But he hadn't done it before. And he wasn't sure he had much of a choice. "I-- Can we use a condom?" He didn't want fluids in his mouth, he shuddered at the thought. "I don't like fluids..."
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He looked down, eyebrows arched. "Now. Don't make me hurt you again. If you do, I'm just gonna assume you are into that too."
Wouldn't surprise him, given everything else.
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He leaned forward and hesitated, took a few tries before he put his mouth around Xue Yang's dick. It was an intense taste. Musky, for sure. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing so he tried to suck on, licking awkwardly at the side, trying to think of how they did it in porn.
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Then he pulled his fingers back out, looking at Meng Yao expectantly. "Like that."
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It was a bit of a chaotic mess, he gagged once when Xue Yang moved surprisingly and pulled his head back, coughing. Ow.
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So maybe he should just kill him? He considered it but he also thought about how strangely amusing this odd pervert was. Maybe that was worth keeping him around for. "Open your mouth," he instructed, while he started moving his hand faster, "Tongue out. Let's see if you are at least obedient."
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