Tears shot into Xue Yang's eyes when Meng Yao said that. Not loving him. It made it difficult to breathe because of how his chest hurt and he had to blink rapidly. At least it made him slow down the car again, perhaps a blessing. Traffic was getting heavier around here.
With a shake of his head, Xue Yang answered. "Just that we were both alone. That's on you. Fucker."
He frowned and tried to figure out what was happening. "I still want you with me. So you will be. I get what I want."
"You can't make people do anything. You can't make people love you." Meng Yao pointed out, not that he didn't love Xue Yang. He did. He always would. He just wanted to try and get Xue Yang to understand any of this. "Just like you can't stop loving someone. It's the same thing."
He looked over at Xue Yang and saw the tears in his eyes, frowning in confusion.
"I love you, A-Yang. I just don't want to be a prisoner any more. I've been a slave for so long now, I don't want to keep doing it." He lowered his head, feeling anxious himself. "I don't want you to try and own me or I'm terrified that I-- I would hate you. I don't want to hate you. I've never wanted to."
"You are being confusing," Xue Yang accused him, unsure what to believe now. It didn't help that these were matters he found difficult to navigate and they were discussing it while driving. But maybe that was the only time to discuss it at all.
He looked at Meng Yao again, just to sneak a glance. Then he shook his head. "Don't be stupid. You're not my slave. Or my prisoner. I'm just pissed at you and you hurt me. Anyway, I need it to look right. Kidnapping."
"I know. I'm sorry. You don't navigate emotions well." He should have known that it would confuse Xue Yang. He was just trying to explain where he was coming from. He blinked against the feeling of the drugs, pushing against his head, making him feel more distracted and distant than he wanted.
"You scared me." Meng Yao explained, being very simple with his emotions so Xue Yang had to understand. "I'm scared. I don't want to be a slave." And truth was, he didn't really know who Xue Yang was these days or what he wanted. He looked away and tried to adjust himself. "He put a roofie in my mouth..."
"Yeah, I know. You didn't swallow the whole thing though. Clever boy, my xiao Yao." Xue Yang pulled the car into a parking spot so he could turn his focus fully to Meng Yao. He reached into the glove department and the keys out, though when he found them, it was the handcuffs around Meng Yao's wrists that he unlocked, freeing him completely.
Catching his eyes, his voice softened. "We're not done with this. I was hurt." So he'd make sure to repay that debt. "But you are about to pass out, so. Do it. Anyway, you're safe. You can trust me with that."
"Please don't let me down. I'm scared." Meng Yao had been roofied a few times and every time, it ended very badly. He had to trust Xue Yang wouldn't do anything. Wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't take advantage and was still the same good boy that took care of him all the time. "I trust you."
He slumped into the seat and his eyes were flickering as he kept trying to fight the effects. "It's only a half, I won't be fully out of it. Six hours, at most." If he was lucky. "Tilt my head to the side so I don't choke on anything."
"Like I can't keep a man from dying? Just rest. You look like you've not slept in a month." Xue Yang rolled his eyes, while pulling the lever and pushing down on the seat, so that Meng Yao would lie back. Maybe that way he would actually pass out properly. "Trust me, xiao Yao. I've never made a promise that I didn't keep."
He held up his bandaged hand, looking down at him. "I promise."
Meng Yao mumbled it as he closed his eyes, curling into himself a little and feeling the drugs knock him entirely out. He did twitch and jolt a few times until finally, he settled into a fitful sleep.
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With a shake of his head, Xue Yang answered. "Just that we were both alone. That's on you. Fucker."
He frowned and tried to figure out what was happening. "I still want you with me. So you will be. I get what I want."
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He looked over at Xue Yang and saw the tears in his eyes, frowning in confusion.
"I love you, A-Yang. I just don't want to be a prisoner any more. I've been a slave for so long now, I don't want to keep doing it." He lowered his head, feeling anxious himself. "I don't want you to try and own me or I'm terrified that I-- I would hate you. I don't want to hate you. I've never wanted to."
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He looked at Meng Yao again, just to sneak a glance. Then he shook his head. "Don't be stupid. You're not my slave. Or my prisoner. I'm just pissed at you and you hurt me. Anyway, I need it to look right. Kidnapping."
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"You scared me." Meng Yao explained, being very simple with his emotions so Xue Yang had to understand. "I'm scared. I don't want to be a slave." And truth was, he didn't really know who Xue Yang was these days or what he wanted. He looked away and tried to adjust himself. "He put a roofie in my mouth..."
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Catching his eyes, his voice softened. "We're not done with this. I was hurt." So he'd make sure to repay that debt. "But you are about to pass out, so. Do it. Anyway, you're safe. You can trust me with that."
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He slumped into the seat and his eyes were flickering as he kept trying to fight the effects. "It's only a half, I won't be fully out of it. Six hours, at most." If he was lucky. "Tilt my head to the side so I don't choke on anything."
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He held up his bandaged hand, looking down at him. "I promise."
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Meng Yao mumbled it as he closed his eyes, curling into himself a little and feeling the drugs knock him entirely out. He did twitch and jolt a few times until finally, he settled into a fitful sleep.