"Eh. They aren't that interesting, they are just party boys. Don't worry about being anything for them. You are mine anyway." Xue Yang opened another drawer and looked for a belt. The one he handed Meng Yao had some dull spikes on it, but was more slender and should fit around his narrow waist.
He took the top Meng Yao handed back to him and nodded, pulling it on right away. He glanced at the mirror for just a second, then touched his hair. "You like it braided, right?"
He pulled the belt on and started to do it up, looking at Xue Yang curiously before he nodded. "Yes, I think it's very pretty." He confessed as he finished doing up his belt. Once he had his belt on, he braced himself against the dresser because balancing on one foot was not always sustainable. Putting any pressure on his ankle was still too painful so he just found it easier to use his balance and any nearby objects to stay upright.
"Your friends know I'm coming? I don't know if I'll get on with your friends... I'm older than them." By at least five years. That was quite the difference.
"I told them I'm bringing someone. I didn't tell them we live together." Lived together, killed together, had a rather fucked up relationship on the whole. Xue Yang figured those details were best kept between them.
He was braiding some strands of his hair, his eyes on Meng Yao as he looked him over. "Ah, right. I've got a present for you, xiao Yao. Do you want it?"
Given how precariously he was standing, it seemed advisable. "It's in the other room."
The torture room. Which had been cleaned and wasn't holding anything worse than usual, but it did have the crutch he had gotten for Meng Yao. He had strung it up with some rope, suspended off the ground, because he had a wicked sense of humour. "Go see."
"In... In that room?" Meng Yao hated that room. His body literally shivered and he looked over in the direction of it before he slowly nodded his head, sheepish and afraid. He knew better than to reject any gift or kindness by now, even if it wasn't such a thing. He didn't want to piss him off.
He limped into the living room and built up his nerve before heading it. There, suspended above him, was the crutch. He had to stand on his tiptoe to reach it, careful of his bad leg, managing to pull it down in the end,
Using the crutch, he slowly walked back towards Xue Yang, oddly surprised that it was actually a present for once. "Thank you, gege." He paused and then frowned, looking down at his feet. "Uh... can I call you A-Yang tonight?"
"Huh?" Xue Yang had gotten distracted, trying to tie his hair off properly. When he looked up and replayed what Meng Yao had said in his head, he gave a nod. "Cause they'd be confused since you're so old? Yeah, makes sense. Call me A-Yang, Yangyang, Xue Yang, I don't mind."
He minded a lot sometimes. Sometimes it struck him as condescending. And other times it seemed caring and sweet in a way that hurt him. But right now it was simply practical. Although he suddenly had to snort. "Should I call you Yao-ge?"
"Yao-ge or Yao if it's easier. YaoYao too." Only Nie Huaisang had ever called him YaoYao but it had become a pet name ever since they had gotten less formal and sange had been dropped. Meng Yao looked in the mirror at himself and then swiftly looked away. He looked like shit, he wasn't really excited for this evening. He didn't want to see people but Xue Yang wanted to do something and he didn't want to ruin the fun.
"You won't ditch me, will you?" He was already anxious about it. He limped over to the bed and sat himself down, holding his crutch. "You said we'd stay together."
"Yeah, yeah. I said so, didn't I?" Frequently Xue Yang didn't stick to what he had said because he changed his mood, mind or simply forgot, but he rolled his eyes and Meng Yao asking again anyway. He finished buttoning his own trousers - which had rather a lot more straps attached to them than necessary - and then turned to look at Meng Yao. "What do you think? Am I hot?"
He arched his eyebrows. "You gotta compliment me, Yao-ge. You're going to a club with a younger man, you're a player."
"You're very handsome, A-Yang." Meng Yao was going to a club with a younger man who looked like that while he looked like this? He knew it would be awkward but he couldn't help but feel a bit of pride. If nothing else, he could pull... apparently. he raised his hand and pushed his hair from his eyes, catching himself in the mirror again.
He wanted to be pretty for Xue Yang, he wanted people to think he was worthy of Xue Yang but he wasn't even sure how to get himself back to how it used to be. "I used to take care of myself really well. You wouldn't have recognised me. In fact, you didn't." Given he hadn't really remembered meeting him.
"Yeah, I can't really picture it. You were just a bit smelly when we met." Met, when he was stalked, when he broke his ankle. Whatever. "You are pretty. Pretty boy. Even if you're so old already. But you fidget all the time, makes you look weird."
It was hard to really pinpoint it. Something about his posture, definitely his smile. Whatever. Xue Yang reached for Meng Yao's free hand, encouraging him to walk with the crutch. "Let's go already. I wanna find out if you can dance with a crutch."
"I was better at controlling it before everything went bad." To him, there was before his dage and erge and after that. And the after was not his best time. He felt defeated, he felt like he had been exposed as a villain and publicly shamed. Which, he supposed, he hadn't really been but at times, Nie Mingjue had gotten close to doing such things.
He grabbed his crutch and slowly pulled himself up, holding onto Xue Yang to help himself adapt. He limped along with Xue Yang, trying to get a handle on it. "Does me being weird make you like me less?"
"Eh?" Seemed like a dumb question. Did Meng Yao really not know? "It's why I like you, you weirdo."
He thought that was understood. "I wouldn't even know you if you weren't a weird pervert stalker and I like knowing you." Therefore, it stood to reason that he liked that he was that. Weird. Pervert. Stalker.
"If you ever feel like stalking me again, I can let you limp behind me." For now they were walking together, pausing to put on their shoes. Jackets were not necessary today.
"I like just being with you. I didn't want to be a stalker, I didn't mean it..." Meng Yao didn't really want to be associated with that any more, he wanted to just think that he had Xue Yang now so it wasn't stalking if he sniffed his shirts when he went to work or went through his personal photos. He was just cleaning and enjoying his hostage takers? apartment.
"I want to be with you." Xue Yang was a murderous, unpredictable weirdo. He didn't think him being weird should be a problem but he didn't want any other issues in his way.
"You are still a weird pervert though, even if you stopped stalking." Xue Yang didn't say it accusingly, it was just a statement. He headed for the lift and waited next to it, watching Meng Yao come along with his crutch. He was walking quite well with it, on the whole. "I'm kind of a pervert too. So don't worry so much about it. It's fun. It's intense. It's real."
When it burned under his skin, the feeling meant something. He stepped inside the lift, waiting for Meng Yao before pushing the button. "We should fuck. Tonight."
"You like it? I know you like when it's -- when it feels strong. I guess it makes sense, it's the big emotions. They're easier to connect with." Like whenever one of his BL leads makes a sacrifice or loves with endless devotion. Xue Yang processed better when he could see Meng Yao's want and affection in not just an open sense but a twisted sense.
As the doors closed, Xue Yang said that and Meng Yao's eyes widened, mouth falling open as he looked at Xue Yang. Fuck? Tonight? "... Yes." He was never rejecting him again. "Please."
"Good. You should be eager for it, Yao-ge. A-Yang wants you to want him." Xue Yang said it in a playful, almost childlike way, even if there was a wickedness to his grin that belied a darker and far less innocent mindset. He moved forward and kissed Meng Yao's lips, while the lift went down. "You want me to be yours, so you better wanna fuck."
Crude and cute was mixing in his vocabulary as well as his body language, a combination that he often exuded. "Think about it while we are out today. Yeah? You won't forget it?"
He kissed back, eager and determined to prove himself since his last screw up. They were almost like boyfriends now. Almost. Boyfriends where one boyfriend held all the power but even so, who was anyone else to judge? He liked it. He liked him. "I'm all yours, gege. I want you."
Forget? Pfft. He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. "I will try not to obsess over it but it's already all I can think about. You can't blame me if I'm distracted now."
"It's good, xiao Yao. Maybe now you'll be less nervous about what my friends think and more worried they'll notice how hard you are." He had to tease him, suddenly pressing up against him and, yes, feeling his crotch. Then the lift opened and Meng Yao walked outside, taking his phone to glance at it.
"We should just take a cab, I don't wanna drive and if we walk we'll sweat before we even get there..." He looked around, once they were on the street, looking for a cab they could flag down.
Meng Yao wanted to protest that he wasn't that hard up but Xue Yang had very casually touched his dick and now it wasn't going down. Embarrassed, he pulled his long sleeve shirt over his front and used it to try and cover up.
As they got outside, Meng Yao felt himself already sweating. His shirt and pants were too long for this weather but he didn't really want to show off his body. Usually, he wore light suits with thin fabrics but this was thicker than his usual shirts. He looked at Xue Yang, watching him flag down a cab. "Is it far away? The club, I mean."
"Nah, just about fifteen minutes ride or so." Xue Yang stepped off the curb when the cab stopped and then he even held the door open for Meng Yao, since he figured it might take him a while to get in with the crutch. "You look so clumsy."
It was endearing. "Like a baby deer."
Not exactly sexy, which was more club appropriate, but there was a certain appeal. At least he felt there was.
"It's just hard to do anything with the crutch." Meng Yao protested as he got in carefully and shuffled along, making sure his ankle didn't get hit on the way. He was recovering okayish but it was still swollen, purple and didn't like any pressure on it. Though he had learned to bear the pain well.
"I'm hoping it'll stop hurting so much soon. I think it wasn't set too bad so I'm hoping nothing permanent." Xue Yang knew how to fix his breaks, he supposed he could give him that much.
"If you complained less, you'd have nothing to talk about. Glad I gave you something." Xue Yang rolled his eyes, but he also wrapped an arm around Meng Yao, propping his chin up on his shoulder and turning his head so he could press his lips against his neck relatively unobtrusively. "I'll give you more."
That said, he bit down on his neck lightly, then started sucking. Marking him up.
"A-Yang..." Meng Yao whispered it insistently, not wanting to reject him but he could see the cab driver glaring at him in the wing mirror and he really didn't want any trouble. He had only developed an interest in men later in life but he knew how frowned upon it was. He knew how people felt about such things. It made him nervous.
He didn't want to get into trouble but he also didn't want the teeth to stop biting at his neck. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "We're in public."
"And he is driving us to a gay club and you and I are gonna have some gay sex later. Get that visual in your head, you dirty old man, see how you like it." Xue Yang had pulled away from Meng Yao's neck to speak, only to now stick his tongue out and run it along the mark that was already apparent, slowly darkening. "You bruise so easily. Love that."
Those words were quiet again, spoken just for him. The cab driver was glaring, but as red as his face had gotten, he was also staying quiet.
"I'm just very pale so it shows faster." Meng Yao admitted, looking at his own hands. He was exceptionally pale these days, that was the lack of outside time. As a boy, he had been very dark but now, that was almost hard to believe. "I should probably take vitamin D. I don't want to get sick."
But he didn't think Xue Yang kept vitamins in his house. Or, at least, he had never found them. He found it easier to focus on his skin than the outward and confrontational way Xue Yang spoke about them. He wished so deeply to have his confidence.
"D?" Xue Yang repeated it and then he had to laugh, delighted. "I can provide you with that. More D than you can take." It was childish and immature and he didn't care. He was laughing and then smothered it against Meng Yao's skin, so he ended up leaving another mark.
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He took the top Meng Yao handed back to him and nodded, pulling it on right away. He glanced at the mirror for just a second, then touched his hair. "You like it braided, right?"
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"Your friends know I'm coming? I don't know if I'll get on with your friends... I'm older than them." By at least five years. That was quite the difference.
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He was braiding some strands of his hair, his eyes on Meng Yao as he looked him over. "Ah, right. I've got a present for you, xiao Yao. Do you want it?"
Given how precariously he was standing, it seemed advisable. "It's in the other room."
The torture room. Which had been cleaned and wasn't holding anything worse than usual, but it did have the crutch he had gotten for Meng Yao. He had strung it up with some rope, suspended off the ground, because he had a wicked sense of humour. "Go see."
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He limped into the living room and built up his nerve before heading it. There, suspended above him, was the crutch. He had to stand on his tiptoe to reach it, careful of his bad leg, managing to pull it down in the end,
Using the crutch, he slowly walked back towards Xue Yang, oddly surprised that it was actually a present for once. "Thank you, gege." He paused and then frowned, looking down at his feet. "Uh... can I call you A-Yang tonight?"
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He minded a lot sometimes. Sometimes it struck him as condescending. And other times it seemed caring and sweet in a way that hurt him. But right now it was simply practical. Although he suddenly had to snort. "Should I call you Yao-ge?"
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"You won't ditch me, will you?" He was already anxious about it. He limped over to the bed and sat himself down, holding his crutch. "You said we'd stay together."
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He arched his eyebrows. "You gotta compliment me, Yao-ge. You're going to a club with a younger man, you're a player."
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He wanted to be pretty for Xue Yang, he wanted people to think he was worthy of Xue Yang but he wasn't even sure how to get himself back to how it used to be. "I used to take care of myself really well. You wouldn't have recognised me. In fact, you didn't." Given he hadn't really remembered meeting him.
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It was hard to really pinpoint it. Something about his posture, definitely his smile. Whatever. Xue Yang reached for Meng Yao's free hand, encouraging him to walk with the crutch. "Let's go already. I wanna find out if you can dance with a crutch."
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He grabbed his crutch and slowly pulled himself up, holding onto Xue Yang to help himself adapt. He limped along with Xue Yang, trying to get a handle on it. "Does me being weird make you like me less?"
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He thought that was understood. "I wouldn't even know you if you weren't a weird pervert stalker and I like knowing you." Therefore, it stood to reason that he liked that he was that. Weird. Pervert. Stalker.
"If you ever feel like stalking me again, I can let you limp behind me." For now they were walking together, pausing to put on their shoes. Jackets were not necessary today.
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"I want to be with you." Xue Yang was a murderous, unpredictable weirdo. He didn't think him being weird should be a problem but he didn't want any other issues in his way.
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When it burned under his skin, the feeling meant something. He stepped inside the lift, waiting for Meng Yao before pushing the button. "We should fuck. Tonight."
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As the doors closed, Xue Yang said that and Meng Yao's eyes widened, mouth falling open as he looked at Xue Yang. Fuck? Tonight? "... Yes." He was never rejecting him again. "Please."
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Crude and cute was mixing in his vocabulary as well as his body language, a combination that he often exuded. "Think about it while we are out today. Yeah? You won't forget it?"
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Forget? Pfft. He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it. "I will try not to obsess over it but it's already all I can think about. You can't blame me if I'm distracted now."
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"We should just take a cab, I don't wanna drive and if we walk we'll sweat before we even get there..." He looked around, once they were on the street, looking for a cab they could flag down.
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As they got outside, Meng Yao felt himself already sweating. His shirt and pants were too long for this weather but he didn't really want to show off his body. Usually, he wore light suits with thin fabrics but this was thicker than his usual shirts. He looked at Xue Yang, watching him flag down a cab. "Is it far away? The club, I mean."
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It was endearing. "Like a baby deer."
Not exactly sexy, which was more club appropriate, but there was a certain appeal. At least he felt there was.
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"I'm hoping it'll stop hurting so much soon. I think it wasn't set too bad so I'm hoping nothing permanent." Xue Yang knew how to fix his breaks, he supposed he could give him that much.
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That said, he bit down on his neck lightly, then started sucking. Marking him up.
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He didn't want to get into trouble but he also didn't want the teeth to stop biting at his neck. He shuddered and closed his eyes. "We're in public."
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Those words were quiet again, spoken just for him. The cab driver was glaring, but as red as his face had gotten, he was also staying quiet.
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But he didn't think Xue Yang kept vitamins in his house. Or, at least, he had never found them. He found it easier to focus on his skin than the outward and confrontational way Xue Yang spoke about them. He wished so deeply to have his confidence.
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