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[he may get his hand back. but blade immediately wrenches it away, easily taking jing yuan's weight with an arm around his waist.]

Either you come on my cock or not at all.

[blade somehow still has the muscle memory of avoiding the horns of flailing high elders, and has the presence of mind to lean in - bite at dan heng's mouth, pant into his lips, really, because the sounds jing yuan is making are so, so distracting.]

[Rude!!

Jing Yuan whines, plaintive and desperate, when Blade captures the offending hand. He'd complain with words too, but it's kinda hard to talk with two dragon dicks in one's throat. He has to settle for pathetic whimpering and wriggling in Blade's grasp, frustrated by need but enjoying it too much to stop.]

When did- mm-!!

[when did blade take control of the situation? when did his mouth get so filthy? but what level of thought he was managing evaporates with the kiss, and he surges into it with a near-feral moan, hips jerking faster, harder, deeper into the delicious clench of jing yuan's throat. sorry.]

[blade, unfortunately, is very well versed in the art of mind over matter, considering what kind of thing he was. besides, this was a very pleasurable departure from his usual circumstances of horrible mara crawling through his veins, so by the aeons he’s going to enjoy it.

he draws blood when he licks into dan heng’s mouth. looks contemplative the same way he did before suggesting stuffing dan heng airtight earlier. more importantly, he actually starts paying attention to the angle he’s thrusting into jing yuan, looking for the spot that’s going to make him scream.]

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[It's already A Lot, like this. Dan Heng fucking his throat so thoroughly is making it hard to breathe, and he's getting dizzy again. There's so much, in fact, that he's starting to float off out of reality a bit.

That floating, however, means he's not remotely prepared for when Blade finds that spot. His body jerks, and the reflex to gasp makes him choke on Dan Heng's dicks. If he could scream he would, but he can't like this so instead Blade can just enjoy the sound of him coughing, his attempts at yelling thoroughly muffled.

He would really like to complain that this is too much and Blade is an asshole. Alas he doesn't want to leave Dan Heng unsatisfied, so he settles for grabbing the arm around his waist and pinching.

It's a relatively light pinch, to start. But it only takes a little bit of being fucked at that angle to push him over the edge -- his entire body clenches and he wails around Dan Heng's cocks, but he also digs his nails into Blade's arm hard enough to draw blood.]

[the taste of blood and blade's tongue in his mouth is dizzying in its own way. he bites back in delayed retribution, unhidden fangs wickedly sharp, but he's still pressing into it needily.

the choking is one thing. he's really quite preoccupied by the raw pleasure of it and the kiss. but the shout around his cocks stuffing jing yuan's throat, well-- that shakes his brain loose from hyperfixating on blade, a little, and he's pulling away with a gasp, willing himself to stop thrusting. pulling out may take another moment or so.]

Jing Yuan-

[blade curls over him like he’s the one who just had a spectacular orgasm, pain shooting decadent through the haze of arousal. he has to bury and hide his face in jing yuan’s hair, because the amount of sensation he’s trapped in is quickly approaching the approximate levels of intensity he usually has when the mara starts roiling under his skin.

he can do this. he’s fine. he’s panting open mouthed into jing yuan’s skin, looking up at dan heng, not knowing what to do with himself or the sheer amount of desperate want banked under his ribcage.]

[Jing Yuan is exhausted in the aftermath, twitching and shaking and with trails of overwhelmed tears down his face. That was... indescribably good.

He'd like Dan Heng to feel that good too, though, so he squeezes his hip lightly, encouraging him to keep going if he wants to. Or it can wait for the revenge Jing Yuan is definitely going to get on Blade.

But first he's rather tempted to fall asleep right here and now. He's resisting the urge but phew. He is fried.]

[dan heng lets out a strained, reedy little whine, and pets jing yuan's hair as he pulls out entirely. that encouragement has certainly been noted, but blade is starting to act like a wounded animal, and dan heng can't get his wits about him enough to manage the situation if jing yuan sucks them out through his cocks.

he's visibly dazed, lips reddened with the force of the kiss and the smear of their mixed blood, but he locks eyes with blade and slips his hands down jing yuan's back, leaning in more and more intimately until his fingertips are brushing along jing yuan's stretched rim, where blade is buried deep inside him. and crucially-- where he can fumble to turn off the vibrator.]

[turning it off helps, a little bit, but not as much as he’d thought, wound up as he is. blade nips blindly at jing yuan- that might be his shoulder, or his ear, he can’t tell at this point- pulls out, and basically slumps his entire body weight on the other man. fuck your knees or whatever, jing yuan.]

[He hadn't quite realised how close to falling into that golden abyss Blade is right now. He still doesn't when Dan Heng's hand slides down his back, or when Blade pulls out and flops on him.

He only realises when he grumbles about being squashed and rolls over. Doing that is a bit difficult when Blade's so solid and Jing Yuan is so sore (and his legs hurt now you butt), but it's plenty doable if he actually tries.

He puts his hands on Blade's face, ready to sass him, but stops.]

...Are you alright?

[dan heng's tail swishes as he waits for a response. thanks for using your words, jing yuan.]

[blade opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again. his battered goldfish impression is very good.]

Nnngh. [he grunts, but his eyes are a open little bit too wide, in a way that will be really familiar to dan heng: the prelude to disassociating straight into violence.]

[He takes a slow breath, rubbing his thumbs against Blade's cheekbones for a moment. He's all tuckered out and still foggy-headed, but this is important so Jing Yuan drags himself back to ground level.

After a moment he lets go of Blade's face, instead wrapping him in a gentle hug with one arm around his shoulders and the other running fingers through his hair.]

Shh, you'll be okay. We've got you. Just hold on a little bit longer.

[Then he glances up at Dan Heng with a somewhat sheepish expression.]

...Do you yet remember the secret Dan Feng once told me? About the blessing in the high elders body they've kept to themselves all these years?

[It's secret, because. Y'know. Not many high elders have fucked someone marastruck, and the exploitation they already suffered would gain a new level of horror if the knowledge got out. Jing Yuan being trusted enough to know was an immense rarity.]

[he's loathe to take his eyes off of blade even the slightest amount, but his gaze flicks to jing yuan as his brow furrows.]

I don't... think so?

[with the division of power between himself and bailu, he hasn't really wandered into many triggers for that specific memory or knowledge to bubble up. but he does understand, the depth of secrecy anything along those lines would be kept to.]

What is it?

[it’s startlingly easy to defer to jing yuan with the same amount of obedience dan heng could pull out of him, but even so, blade’s shoulders are frozen with tension, eyes tracking dan heng’s movements in a way that suggested hunger.]

I c’n leave. [he doesn’t actually move though, eerily still in jing yuan’s arms.]

Don't leave. I told you, I'm prepared for all sides of you. I will keep you and him both safe.

[Jing Yuan places a soft kiss at Blade's temple, doing his best to be a warm and comforting presence. Just a bit of love can't stop the mara, but he hopes it'll give Blade the strength to resist snapping for even just slightly longer.]

Dan Heng. If you want to help him, come inside of him. By mouth has more efficient absorption of the medicinal compounds you carry, but you may not want to risk getting bitten and the other option also works. Either way, I'd appreciate you handing me my weapon. And the cuffs, if you can stand to hold them.

[fight or flight brain has near-fully engaged, so it takes him a moment to. process. because while blade is watching him as a predator, he's just as aware of every tiny movement of blade's as his prey.

then he double takes.]

Wait, what?

[this is the dan heng that tried to suck blade's cock with great enthusiasm, and had the life half railed out of him by that same cock (with noted support), and then kissed the man messily right on top of jing yuan, but he still nearly squeaks as his blush comes back full force.

he visibly tries to rein himself in, tail thrashing in his embarrassment as he nods sharply and rises to his feet, reaching for jing yuan's glaive.]

[blade would have several thoughts about this revelation if he could actually understand it; as it is now, the only thing his poor mind could comprehend was jing yuan’s proximity and dan heng’s proximity, which had diametrically opposing effects on what little part of his brain that was not consumed by the haze of arousal or the haze of mara.]

Yuan’er. [that’s all the warning he’s getting, before blade suddenly thrashes violently, going straight for dan heng’s throat.]

[See this is why he wanted the cuffs. At least he's waiting for it to happen, so he can react instantly. He tries to hold Blade back, rolling them so he can straddle Blade's waist and pin him with those powerful thighs he likes so much and hands around his wrists. There's no point in talking to Blade now, so he just watches him while addressing Dan Heng.]

Your... emissions... have medicinal properties. They're a mild stimulant with equally mild risk of dependence, but Dan Feng once told me they can also slow or suppress mara. It's not a cure, but it can help keep it more stable. So please hurry up.

[i would like to state for the record that jy's weapon's name is midnight ungoogleable.

as the other two explode into motion, so too does he. that twitchy overawareness of blade has him near hyperventilation. he makes a tiny strangled noise and tosses over the glaive, then dives for the box.]

Will the cuffs even hold-?!

[blade snarls like a wild animal, but jing yuan’s weight and grip holds him fast, some subconscious part of his mind registering that no, blade shouldn’t hurt him. luckily for everyone involved, at this angle, he can’t see dan heng.

he bucks up. he’s bitten his tongue in a bid for lucidity. what the fuck were the other two men doing.]

- Yuan. Kill me-

They won't hold. They'll just make it easier for me to do something that will.

[How lucky for them all that Jing Yuan is capable of setting aside sentiment when something needs doing, even if it'll make him feel horrible after.

For example, he needs Blade to stay down, and he knows Blade can simply heal all wounds. So he lets go of one of Blade's wrists, catches Starfall Reverie when Dan Heng tosses it, and swiftly skewers Blade with it. It's fine. There's just a big ol' glaive going through his abdomen and into the wooden floor. It's not in an immediately fatal spot so really it's just a minor inconvenience.]

I will not kill you, Blade. Another death could be another little scrap of your heart torn away, and I refuse to be the one to do that to you. You must endure this.

[dan heng flinches so hard at- all of it, really, that there's a clatter in the toy box. it needn't be said how easy it is to take the words personally, and in spite of his own track record it's never brought him joy to stab blade. knowing who he is makes it worse. everything they've just done makes it worse.

but he bites his lip bloody (bloodier) and blinks away the wetness in his eyes. finds what they need and whirls to face them again, the cuffs in one hand and a ring gag in the other. he freezes, momentarily scruffed by the horrors of experience-- an injured blade is not a safe thing. the rising stink of his blood, so pleasant in small amounts on his tongue, now just makes it much harder to force himself closer.

still, he does. he brings himself closer through sheer stubbornness.]

[the familiarity of having a blade part his flesh is actually more comforting than anything. he'd never actually had this one, though, and blade can almost taste the lightning under the blood flooding his mouth. against all odds, he gets fucking harder, which really says something about how fucked-up he is.

he coughs wetly, turns his head so he doesn't asphyxiate. starfall reverie is as heavy as he remembers and he's pinned like a butterfly even as the mara surges against his ribs.]

I don't want to hurt y-

[dan heng comes into his limited field of vision and blade's vision goes red. he goes quiet in the dangerous way predators do when they're tracking small prey. he starts giggling.]

Dan Feng. Dan Feng- do you remember-

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