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Jing Yuan could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. Everything that happened recently had taken his already monumental mountain of paperwork and let it multiply into a truly absurd, beastly pile. And sitting at the top of that pile was a thorn in his side.
Yingxing.
No... no, I suppose he goes by Blade now. He is hardly the man I once called friend, much like I am hardly the impressionable young man who once looked up to him. Jing Yuan continued his measured pace as he walked to the Shackling Prison to talk to the newest prisoner. His chest ached - he had been sure he had already said his farewells, but it still caused him trouble nonetheless. Under normal circumstances, he would plead illness, check on Bailu, then under her instructions, he would be resting, as he attended to slightly-less-than-normal amounts of paperwork. Then again, under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be walking to the prison where he once had to say goodbye to one of the two men he loved, only to have no choice but to watch that same man's reincarnation grow up, shackled. Chained. Tortured. And now? That same prison held the only other person he had loved, or at least a facsimile of that man.
Into the prison he marched, and down into the depths. Past those serving lighter sentences. Past the absurd, the twisted, the dangerous. Down further still until he stared at the door to a familiar cell. A cell he would bring books to. A cell he wouldn't even put the beast known as Hoolay into. Jing Yuan knew the choice was deliberate, intended to rattle him. He nodded to his guards, bidding them wordlessly to stay. They took up places next to the cell's guards.
Jing Yuan took a breath, steadied himself, and swept inside the cramped, cold, sound-proofed cell and closed the door behind him.
Blade sat on a stool that was much too short, hands bound behind his back and legs tucked under himself at an awkward angle. He didn't bother looking up from the point on the floor he was staring at. “Ahh... the high and mighty Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu has come to pay me a visit. I’d offer you tea, perhaps a snack, but I'm a bit busy, and my hands are tied. My deepest apologies.”
Fingers threaded through his hair and tightened, and then his head was jerked up harshly. He sneered at the impassive face of Jing Yuan. “Problems?”
“Yes. I have many, actually. Mountains of paperwork. And here, in this room, sits the current king of the mountain.”
“If I am your king, then bow to me, whelp.”
Blade’s face whipped to the side, the hair in Jing Yuan’s fist pulling hard as Jing Yuan struck him with his free hand. He scoffed. “Pathetic. Then again, you never really were one for violence, were you? You couldn’t hit me properly if your life depended on it.” Blade chuckled, a low and dangerous sound, and Jing Yuan bent his neck further back, leaning in close.
“Would you care to test your theory? Really, I am here to see if it is worth my time to maintain you here as a prisoner or not.”
“And the alternative?”
“I suppose you could feed Hoolay.” Jing Yuan looked as though he were seriously considering it.
“I will not be staying here, Jing Yuan. There are those who must pay their price.”
“I’m sure. Tell me. Do you remember me?”
“I remember you. The pathetic, moonstruck whelp who followed Dan Feng and Yingxing, hanging on to their every word. Tell me, Jing Yuan, do you still cry out our names at night, when you are alone?”
It was Jing Yuan’s turn to scoff as he left go of Blade’s hair and straightened, turning around as though to leave. “No. And why would I? I doubt the person I once knew is still there, within you. This was a waste of my time, and I have precious little of that to go around.”
Blade let out an amused snort. “As expected. All bark, no bite. Or perhaps... all talk, no action. I’m finally helpless before you, and you don't even have the balls to take advantage of that?”
Blade saw Jing Yuan’s fist tighten at his side, and he sneered. “Did I hit a sore spot? Still too scared to take what you want, Jing Yuan? Or just don’t know how? I’m sure you could call one of your guards in to come guide your dick wh-”
Jing Yuan turned and swung with force, this time no longer constrained by limited movement from holding Blade’s hair. Blade tumbled backwards off the stool, and laughed at him from the floor. “Better, but still weak, and pathetic. I am disappointed in you, Jingliu’s supposed star pupil. You cannot kill me for long, and yet you still hold back? Or is that really the best you can do?”
Blade could see that he had finally managed to anger Jing Yuan, and he laughed as the man bent down and lifted him by his hair. “I grow weary of your ceaseless drivel, Blade.”
“Then shut me up, if you think you can.”
Jing Yuan looked down at Blade, his lips pressing together in a thin line. Blade- no, Yingxing -had always been able to get under his skin. It seems a new name on the same face didn't make that particular talent vanish. Looking down at Blade, sneering up at him, did nothing to calm the raging hard-on he’d been afflicted with while talking to him.
“Well. Since you offered so nicely...” His free hand unfastened his pants, and he pulled his aching cock out, stroking lightly as he smirked down at Blade. “I may be crazy to trust that you will behave, so I suppose I should add some insurance. A warning, if you will. This cell you are in? It used to belong to someone we both knew. And when that someone burst forth from his egg after his rebirth, this cell once again belonged to him.”
Blade’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his eyes flicked from Jing Yuan's cock to his face. Jing Yuan's smirk grew. “Dan Heng is still seen as the traitor of the Xianzhou, a criminal who was banished - he is still technically not allowed on the Xianzhou Luofu. I suppose once I am done with you, he can return to using his cell. Your actions will dictate whether my Cloud Knights take him into custody or not.” A lie, although Blade did not need to know that.
Blade narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to retort, but Jing Yuan was not interested in hearing the man’s voice. He thrust forward as he pulled Blade close by his hair, revelling in the way that Blade choked at the unexpected girth shoving down his throat. Jing Yuan pulled out and snapped his hips forward again, thrusting hard into Blade, laughing cruelly as the man’s nostrils flared, as Blade glared, his mouth full of Jing Yuan's cock.
“If looks could kill, Bladie, then I am sure I would be dead and gone right now. But they do not, and so... be a good boy for once in your miserably long existence, and shut up.” Jing Yuan thrust into him again, then gasped in faux shock, his free hand covering his mouth. “My apologies. I forgot, you don't have a choice in the matter.”
Jing Yuan closed his eyes and bit his lip, fucking Blade’s mouth in earnest. Each harsh thrust sliding deliciously deep into the man’s throat, Jing Yuan thrilled at the choking noises that escaped around his cock. Blade’s throat constricted, and his tongue twitched as he tried to steal air between thrusts, and Jing Yuan gave him no quarter. He thrust sharply, pulling Blade’s head closer, holding his hair tighter, hips slamming home with each thrust. Blade’s glare positively glowed with hate, and Jing Yuan mocked him.
“Having- hahhh -trouble, Blade? You should have no worries. It is as-as you said. You yourself said I cannot kill you for long, so what’s a little lack of breath while you choke on my cock?” He was soaring high, each violent thrust bringing him closer to his peak, and he knew... he knew that he would not be satisfied, and he thanked his lucky stars that this cell was sound proof. His grip in Blade’s hair grew tighter and tighter, and Blade grew slack in his grip as he grew faint for want of air.
“Hhhhaaaahhhh!!! Aeons!” Jing Yuan shoved his cock deeper, heedless of Blade’s gagging as he came, rope after thick rope of cum shooting down the man’s throat. Blade swallowed around him as his hips twitched, and he reluctantly pulled out of Blade’s throat, letting go of his hair. Blade fell sideways and lay on the floor, gasping for breath as Jing Yuan steadied himself.
Blade’s laugh was raspy, and his voice was rough as he looked over his shoulder at Jing Yuan, who was recovering from his climax with his hands on his knees. “Is-... that all, whelp? One and done? And here, I th-thought you had more stamina than that. I guess all that training was a waste.” Blade’s voice was rough, and he coughed as he tried to laugh again. He really should not have provoked Jing Yuan, taunting Jing Yuan to fuck his mouth like that... instead of somewhat horny from being bound up, he was now agonisingly, achingly hard, and had no way to stroke himself, thanks to the fact his hands were still bound behind his back. He supposed after Jing Yuan left he could rut against something... even the floor would do at this point. Unless I can further provoke him...
A twisted grin crossed his face and he looked at Jing Yuan again. The man was still hard, and eyeing Blade with an angry hunger. He snickered. “Then again, a man your age... I suppose you should count yourself lucky you even got it up at all.”
A thunderously dark expression crossed Jing Yuan’s face; Blade was even closer to cracking the man’s perfect veneer of tranquillity. Oh sure, he got angry, but he never lost control, and that is what Blade was digging for. Jing Yuan knew it. He knew Blade knew that Jing Yuan knew it. And so the next time Blade opened his mouth, taunting, Jing Yuan hoisted him up and roughly threw him stomach-first onto the stool. His pants were yanked down, and Blade groaned as his cock was freed. Two spit-slick fingers shoved their way into him, and Blade bit off the moan that threatened to escape. Blade laughed.
“Two fingers? Really? I didn't know you planned to stretch me so much I won’t even feel your cock when you fuck me.”
>CRACK<
Jing Yuan’s free hand came down on his ass as his fingers separated, roughly jabbing to either side of his prostate, missing it entirely. Jing Yuan grinned at the snarl from Blade, the clench of his fists. He did it again, harder.
>CRACK!<
“Fuck. You-”
Jing Yuan spread his fingers wide, yanking them out, then thrust three in, again spreading his fingers at the last moment and jabbing around Blade’s prostate. Blade growled, snarling Jing Yuan’s name. Jing Yuan did it again, and again, and again – always missing Blade’s prostate. The man was shuddering beneath him when he ripped his fingers from Blade and pulled his belt free. Just as Blade turned to him, Jing Yuan looped the thick leather strap around his neck, cinching it tight. He lined his cock up and thrust home at the same time he yanked upward on his belt. Blade’s yell as Jing Yuan slammed home was cut off as the leather tightened further - Blade’s back hit Jing Yuan’s chest, and Jing Yuan pulled out, sheathing himself again in a rough thrust.
Jing Yuan held the former weaponsmith close, jerked his coat to the side, and bit down on Blade’s shoulder as though attempting to consume him. He yanked down on the belt and tipped Blade’s head back against his shoulder - choking him, binding him with belt and teeth, as he fucked harder and harder. Blade’s mouth fell open – he wanted to speak, to taunt, to provoke Jing Yuan further, but all that escaped him were strangled moans and desperate gasps. His fingers scrabbled against Jing Yuan’s abs as he strained against the shackles that bound him, and he whined through the choke as he felt Jing Yuan’s teeth break skin. He was so close – each vicious thrust drove him nearer and nearer to blinding release. Blade could hear the change in the way Jing Yuan was breathing, feel the almost desperate tinge to his thrusting, and the knowledge that Jing Yuan was as close as he was drove him mad. Black was swimming across Blade’s vision as the leather around his neck threatened temporary relief of a different sort, and Jing Yuan bit down harder still, teeth tearing skin. Jing Yuan’s hand darted down and ringed his cock expertly, denying Blade his release as he slammed home one last time, hard and deep, filling Blade with his seed as his hips bucked, rocking against him once, twice... pumping Blade full, and then he pulled out and let go, shoving Blade to his side.
Blade was angry at the denial of his climax, and he hoisted himself up, intending to attempt to attack Jing Yuan. He wasn't sure what he intended to do to him, seeing as how his hands were behind his back, and his pants were around his knees, but he snarled as he tried anyways. Jing Yuan dodged him expertly, shoving him hard onto his back. Blade saw stars for the briefest of moments as his head collided with the cold stone floor, and then he found himself folded neatly in half, his knees resting on his chest, and Jing Yuan’s hand around his neck. He had never seen Jing Yuan’s mask of tranquillity so fractured. Anger was etched across it in almost frightening stark relief, but for just a moment, a brief space between breaths, Blade saw the weight of grief weighing the Arbiter-General’s face down. Quick as it came, it was gone, anger showing through once more.
“You think I am done with you, old man? You have been causing me headaches for seven hundred years, and you think a single banal spasm down your throat and a mediocre, second-rate fuck are going to banish the mountain of shit you left me to deal with?”
Blade let out a short laugh and spat at Jing Yuan, hitting him in the face. Jing Yuan retaliated with a backhand to the face, and Blade laughed harder. “It’s no small wonder that Dan Feng chose me over you - after getting fucked by something that pathetic, I doubt you could satisfy anyo-” Blade cut off with a grunt, followed by a whine, as Jing Yuan sheathed himself fully in one swift thrust.
“I’m sorry, what was that Blade? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you whining so fucking pitifully for my cock.” Jing Yuan’s free hand held one of Blade’s legs, keeping it pinned against him – the other stayed up by virtue of the pants that never made it off of his body. He leaned heavily on the hand around Blade’s throat, and when Blade looked at him, he finally licked the blood from his lips.
Blade’s hands were going numb from the way he was laying there on top of them, pinned like prey and getting fucked like a cheap toy, but he didn’t care. Jing Yuan’s hand was cutting his blood supply in half, and his vision was dark around the edges, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t moan, he couldn’t breathe... but he Didn’t. Fucking. Care.
His world narrowed down to the two of them – Jing Yuan and his cock, rearranging him from within, and himself; surrendering, and encouraging this desperate helplessness. Jing Yuan’s fingers tightened as he growled through his teeth.
“If you want to cum, I suggest... mmmnnh... I suggest you do so. Cum around me and set me off, because when I finish-... I’m done. I will leave you here. Bound... shackled to the wall - and unable to get relief.”
Blade was skating along the razor-sharp edge between a pleasure so sharp it was nearly pain, and his release. His vision was dimming as his head swam, and suddenly, Jing Yuan let up from the pressure around his neck. The return of blood, the return of air, shoved him violently over the edge, and he screamed as he shattered, his spend splattering onto his coat, and tears streaming from his face. Jing Yuan swore as he followed Blade, riding on the waves of an overstimulated climax of his own. Blade shuddered as Jing Yuan pulled out of him, breathing hard as he tucked himself back into his pants.
Jing Yuan looked down at Blade and scoffed. “At least you are good for something. I do feel... marginally better.” He bent over and took the belt from around Blade’s neck, bucking it back up as Blade lay there, still trying to catch his breath from the soul-shattering dive off the peak of his pleasure. Jing Yuan bent over once more, swiping Blade’s cum from his coat and forcing his fingers into Blade’s mouth – Blade closed his eyes and licked them clean without thinking. The next thing he knew, he was being hoisted up and shoved against the wall with force. He whimpered, and Jing Yuan’s snort, so full of derision, made his eyes open.
“So pathetic. Not a trace of the man I once admired... what a shame.” Jing Yuan pulled Blade’s pants up and fastened them shut, tucking him back in with what almost felt like care. Jing Yuan guided Blade back to the stool and pushed him down so he was sitting on it once more, and then he straightened his clothing. He looked at Blade once more, and Blade found he could not decipher the look on the Arbiter-General’s face.
The Arbiter-General’s mask of tranquillity settled in place yet again. Calm. Serene. Not a trace left of his earlier anger. Not even the barest hint of any other emotion. That he could tuck those away so easily and hide them as though they did not exist frightened Blade – the man who was not afraid of anything, not even death. Jing Yuan turned his back to Blade, walking toward the door.
“I will lessen the security in this part of the prison to make it easier for your... new friends... to retrieve you. I would rather avoid yet more bloodshed. May we meet again under less unfortunate circumstances.”
“Jing Yuan!”
Jing Yuan paused, the slightest tilt to his head the only indication that he was listening.
“Of five people... three must pay a price. You are not one of them, Jing Yuan. You... never... were one of them.”
Jing Yuan walked out of Dan Feng Heng’s former prison cell in silence, leaving Yingxing Blade behind.