headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[It's so nice to see Blade lose his composure in a good way. Jing Yuan takes his other hand and squeezes both, watching the two of them with the same old infatuation he's always felt.

Dan Heng is a new person, but he's charming all on his own -- easy to attach to even without the lingering shadow of Dan Feng. And Blade... He said himself Yingxing isn't truly dead, even if he's not really him anymore. It's not so sharp a line as between dragons, so Jing Yuan feels justified in holding onto the menories.

Because of that, and despite a frankly overwhelming fear of being rejected again, he leans down to whisper in Blade's ear so softly even Dan Heng would have a hard time picking it up. These words are for Blade only -- the ones he's saved for Dan Heng will come soon.]

I want you to know... Despite everything, I still love you. And you can't make me stop.

[It's fine if Blade's too far gone to hear it. Even so, letting it out into the air makes it real.]

[dan heng could strain to try to listen in, if he wanted. but jing yuan clearly wants privacy, in whatever he's saying, so it's a simple choice to close his eyes, bite his lip, and listen to the sounds leaking from blade instead. to let his own jackrabbit pace and the way blade comes on his cocks and uses his name push him over the edge again, adding to the fluids he's already fucked into him without even so much as pulling out between.]

[the last time anyone had ever told blade, i love you was that night, when the moon bled crimson, and everything fell apart.

blade looks up at him, upside-down, dazed and openmouthed. his veins feel like they’re on fire in the best way possible, like he could almost feel the warmth spilling into him, like…

he pushes a hand into jing yuan’s hair, unable to put to words the sense of relief that was so strong he felt like he could go mad with it. he meets jing yuan’s gaze, and his lips stretch unfamiliar around the watery but genuine smile, eyes crinkling with the force of it.]

Brat. [he closes his eyes, presses their temples together.

then he fists his hand in jing yuan’s hair and drags him down to slot their mouths together the best he can because seriously he cannot put the words together without twisting himself into a pretzel.]

[Ah, that smile. He never thought he'd see it again. It instantly washes away that fear he was stuck with -- he is wanted afterall. The happy feeling only grows with Blade's affectionate gestures, so warm he could cry again. But he's done enough of that for one day, so he resists, and instead eagerly leans into Blade's hand, and then into the kiss. The hunger is still there in this one, but the emotional connection feels a lot deeper -- especially after seven centuries of pining.

When the kiss breaks, Jing Yuan laughs in a bright and joyful way that strips all illusion from the way he'd been laughing up til now. When the real one is on display, the fake ones are much more obvious. It's like a light had gone out without anyone noticing, and it's just now been relit.]

If I'm still a brat, then I can still call you an old fart.

[But Dan Heng is here too, and Jing Yuan's quite concerned about him feeling left out, so he reaches out to put an arm around his neck and pull him in for a kiss of his own. This happiness should be shared amongst all three of them.]

[he doesn't have time to feel left out. by the time he's coherent enough for a single thought, he's reeling at the picture the two of them make. these aren't the people he's known, but this is who they should have been. his eyes have only just widened when he's being tugged into that kiss-- his reality hasn't finished adjusting, but he melts into it on autopilot.]

[the happiness in his ribcage is grossly incandescent and he really does feel like he’s burning with it.

or maybe it’s the come. which, not respectfully at all, what the fuck, imbibitor lunae.

he does not look at them kiss. mostly because he wants to keep enough brain cells to be indignantly annoyed. he sort of squirms/rolls/shifts from between the two of them, dan heng slipping out with a truly obscene squelching sound. blade still feels so open, and- and- empty-]

Bath. [sorry romance is dead.]

[Nooo, his warm three-way contact... What a rude old man Blade is. On the bright side him being a neat-freak even now is very funny.

Jing Yuan elects to be rude back, in that he kisses Dan Heng a little longer instead of obeying Blade immediately. But he does give in, leaving their youngest with a peck on the forehead and a hair ruffle before dragging his sore body to his feet.]

Alright, alright. I have a big enough tub to share, at least.

[dan heng shudders when blade pulls away, ears burning with that sound...

but when the kiss breaks he's agreeable enough, nodding and picking himself up as well. without the emergency, feeling the trickle of jing yuan's come down his thigh when he stands, is... his ears are not getting less red by any means.]

That saves time.

What kind of house is this. Why do you have a tub that big.

[when he stands up there is the extremely suspicious feeling of nothing sliding out of him. what the fuck is this? where did dan heng’s seed go? did his body absorb it or something else equally ridiculous? also why is he disappointed for some unholy reason?

he makes a grumbling sound. and then he comes up behind dan heng to try and scoop up that trail of come and. push it back in with three fingers.]

Because this my retreat, of course. I can luxuriate, I can bathe Mimi if I have to, I can bring dates along...

[Not... that he's had a lot of dates... but he's deliberately picking at Blade. Which is also why he wraps himself around his arm and leans into him while he tries to steer him away from bullying Dan Heng and toward the bathroom. Or maybe just steer all of them. Maybe Dan Heng wants to be bullied.]

Mimi can wait his tu--

[dan heng was not expecting that. blade coming up behind him was anticipated to be some kind of brisk herding, so the sound he makes when suddenly there are fingers in his ass is absolutely shocked and filthy.

fight hard jing yuan. he is SO bulliable.]

[well blade has to channel the urge to make dan heng scream somewhere!

but jing yuan’s scheme works. not before blade takes his fingers out, giving dan heng a look that promised he won’t be walking straight for a couple of days.]

No more dates. [he grumbles. he moves very fast, all of a sudden - and tries to kick jing yuan’s feet out from under him, so he could haul the other man up into his arms.]

[A win for Blade! Jing Yuan gives a short, surprised, and incredibly undignified yip as he starts to fall, and reflexively clings to Blade when picked up. He's the one who dropped the bait so he shouldn't be surprised, but... y'know. He's very worn out, so he looks up at Blade with wide eyes and pink cheeks.]

Ah... Yes, right. You're my dates from now on, of course...

[swallows. hard. that look promised so much and he wants all of it.

but also. sidling closer to get a good look at jing yuan's expression.]

That's right.

[jing yuan needs to stop looking so soft and fuckable all the time. see the most attractive part here isn't the soft and fuckable thing, either: it's because blade knows under all that jing yuan is unyielding steel and the sort of person who apparently did not hesitate to run him through if it meant keeping all of them safe.

it wasn't hard to put two and two together.]

Knowing you a date means a nap. [he tilts jing yuan in dan heng's direction like he's a massive floppy cat, as he picks through whatever wreckage and/or clothing items strewn through the living (?) room.

he slants dan heng a vaguely murderous look.] Have you dated anyone?

I can stay awake on a date if it's not too boring.

[It's true, the way Blade sees him. When it comes to serious matters, his mind is razor-sharp and his will is unshakeable. He's survived his position this long because he's good at it. But he's much happier when things aren't dire at all. The kind, playful, "soft and fuckable" side of him is the one he likes better. He treasures every moment when he's free to be that version of Jing Yuan.

At the moment, he's exactly that kind of free, and thus completely content. When he's tilted in Dan Heng's direction, he goes extra boneless just for the joy of looking at him upside down and giving him a cheeky little wave. This is a very happy kitty. If he was a real cat he'd be purring loud enough to hear across the delve.

He's not telling them which door to go to. It's funnier to let them figure it out.]

[dan heng slides blade a glance sidelong and... boops jing yuan's nose.]

I have not.

…I don’t know what a ‘boring’ date is.

[as always he’s blunt. but also he is Trying? he’s too old to be romantic? isn’t it enough that he is like.. There?

also ok good dan heng that means he doesn’t have to kill someone. he grunts in dan heng’s direction.] Find the bath.

[The nose boop just makes Jing Yuan laugh. He appreciates it. Please dote on him more and be silly with him more, thank you.]

Yes, go find it, Dan Heng.

[Don't ask Jing Yuan where his own bathroom is. He's too busy sitting back up and resting his head on Blade's shoulders where he can watch his face adoringly. Until he does something rotten and has to be pinched again, anyway.]

[why has he become the bathroom finder...

well, you guys enjoy old man yaoi for a bit, he's going to find the bathroom and, frankly, fill the tub before fetching them.]

[blade hefts jing yuan higher so he can lean on him comfortably, makes to follow dan heng.

he stops just shy of leaving the living room. opens his mouth.]

I… What you said, earlier.

[closes his mouth. the emotional constipation is clear on his face. the words i love you too are too raw for him to say to either of them, but.]

When you die, it will only be by my hand. [he repeats, whispering it into jing yuan’s temple. Til your deaths do us part.] I promise.

[That's genuinely the romantic thing Blade could say right now. He knows intimately what Jing Yuan is afraid of, and he can be trusted to follow through. Most likely there's noone else in the universe who could make that promise and mean it.

It may seem grim, but it's a tangible comfort when the alternative is so much worse than a merciful death.

Jing Yuan doesn't want to show visible emotion about it though, so he just buries his face against Blade's neck and breathes him in instead.]

...Thank you. I'll try to keep that day away as long as I possibly can.

Mm.

[squeezes him a bit. then he steps out into the hallway and wow accidentally smacks jing yuan’s feet into the doorframe.]

He… [his voice wavers. he sounds so besotted.] He helps. Not just with his weird Vidyadhara shit. But he’s… good.

Gh--

[That hurt!! Jing Yuan makes a whiny noise against Blade's skin, clinging all the tighter. What a rude doorframe.]

...He's a good boy. He deserves better than us. But I'm happy he wants to be here, and I'm glad his presence helps you. We have to do all we can to make him happy.

I don’t care if he deserves better. I want him and I have him.

[see? romantic. he squints down the hall, and with the preternatural skill of someone who’s been a stalker for centuries, heads in dan heng’s direction. he’s careful now, too, maneuvering the bulk of jing yuan through the way, and it’s plenty obvious he actually likes carting the general around. like a pet.]

Today was the first time I made him happy. [if he had a tail it would be wagging violently right now.]

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