high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[lifeban]

just gonna put the actual starters in top-levels, i know myself

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[lifeban]

Don't- call me that...

[breathlessly, slurred. jing yuan is right, but blade is taking care of it. dan heng steps in closer to blade, presses up against his side and sliding that binding hand down his arm. his other joins in, to assist with the bracer, even though part of him is rioting at the thought of cutting this off. blade's right, too. jing yuan should also get to have this.

he lays his head on blade's shoulder, horns just barely clipping his jaw, those luminous eyes gaining some clarity as the connection peters out.]

...Please. A-Yuan.

[he doesn't have an argument, for the things jing yuan has said. he knows he's probably right. but he can't let go, anymore.]

[lionsleeps]

[Wait a moment, what's happening here!? How is this the response to him yelling at them!? Between the proposition and the nickname Jing Yuan's face is now turning a rather impressive shade of pink.]

You... what? Now? Why?

[subcutaneous]

[blade avoids dan heng's horns through pure muscle memory, but the rough and callused hand that slides tight around dan heng's waist trying to cage him in place is not. mmmm.]

Yeah. Now's fine. [contemplating which destroyed shipping container would be best for jing yuan's old man joints...] Well, what else do you want? You said no fighting. I'm not good at talking. So. Obviously.

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[he shivers, presses closer. the arm around his waist triggers that deep-set fight or flight, of course, but he wants to be here. with them.]

I remember.

[holding out the bracer toward jing yuan, palm up. an offer.]

[lionsleeps]

[He does not have the words for this. He's confused, and still mad at them, and a little alarmed at the emotional whiplash, but their intimacy and Dan Heng remembering is dreadfully enticing.

It's also strange. This little shit and his brain's built-in "Cloud Lieutenant Gone Wild" porn collection...]

I...

[He hesitates, because of course he does. It's typical Jing Yuan caution. Calculating the risks and consequences of giving in vs running away. It's all so bizarre, he feels a bit like he's already lost his mind.

His brain is reminding him that this is incredibly ill-advised. It's stupid. They're both insane and he's just going to get hurt.

His body, on the other hand, is reminding him it's been a very long time since he's had the anxiety fucked out of him.

Reignbow Arbiter have mercy.

He says nothing, and doesn't reach for the bracer, but he does give them an uncertain nod.]

[subcutaneous]

[he lists to the side, slightly, when dan heng presses against him, one long sinuous line of scale and warmth. the triggered sense-memory is so complete that blade automatically drops a kiss on the crown of his head, deftly avoiding his horns.

annoyed, he digs fingers into that godforsaken cutout at the small of dan heng's back. he lifts his head, tips his chin at jing yuan.]

If you think I'm calling you A-Yuan, brat, you've got another thing coming.

[blade no longer has the capability for that sort of softness (or so he thinks), but the possibility enthralls him.] Come here. I won't bite. Much.

[lifeban]

[muffles a groan into blade's shoulder. it is very fucked up that his fancy robes bare one of his erogenous zones like this, who designed this fucking thing? (your subconscious, dan heng.)

but he doesn't withdraw the offered bracer, and he tips his head enough to say:]

More A-Yuan for me.

[Fine, The Cute Nickname Can Be His Alone.]

[lionsleeps]

I'm not a child anymore.

[This is an embarrassed pout about both the nickname and being called a brat. He's 800 years old, Blade is only a little older, and technically Dan Heng is younger, but somehow Jing Yuan still feels like the baby.

He's being an obedient baby though. He finally, finally approaches them, visibly nervous but also excited, with flushed cheeks and a wanting look in his eyes.

He really doesn't trust that bracer not to leave a permanent mess in his head, so he's still not touching it. He's too sane for you fuckos.]

[subcutaneous]

[do you not want your braincells to feel like scrambled egg 90% of the time jing yuan? coward.]

[for a moment: blade's grip on dan heng tightens into crushing, and he buries his face into the other man's temple, breathing in deep. slow. savoring. the urge to crawl into dan heng's skin and disappear into his heartbeat has not abated but it was not as urgent and all-consuming, now that dan heng had said, until the end.

he then reaches out. a year, a century ago he would not have done this, more sharp edges than pathetic creature, but jingliu had facilitated their little reunion a week ago and blade is tired and he-- moves, to draw jing yuan close, a mirror of dan heng in his arms, by a hand on the nape of his neck.]

[lifeban]

I can stop if you like.

[voice somewhere between teasing and still absolutely earnest. names are serious business in this... public space. look. it's fine.

he takes the pointed non-acceptance of the bracer for what it is. lowers that hand. and though he could strap it back onto blade... jing yuan was, of course, correct. dan heng doesn't want to go too deep, in this thing with blade, and alienate their third. so he carefully slips the relic into blade's coat pocket, his eyes fluttering closed for a few moments as blade huffs him, fuck.

if jing yuan allows himself to be pulled in, there is immediately a tail curving behind his knees, possessive.]

[lionsleeps]

[Jing Yuan has a REAL JOB, Blade! He needs his brain cells!!]

...Don't bother.

[He doesn't actually hate the nickname. It's nice to feel loved, and like he's allowed to put down his authority and just be the soft, tender Jing Yuan he is underneath the weight of responsibility.

It's for that reason that he lets them pull him in. It's been so long and so much has changed that he feels nearly as awkward and tense as he did during his first time -- something he still vividly remembers. Dan Feng...

This is a world away from that rosy past, but it's so familiar it makes his heart clench. He can't resist the pull of their warmth, and after a moment he places his hand over Blade's as he leans in to place a feather-light kiss on Dan Heng's cheek.]

You're both very fortunate I've taken today off.

[subcutaneous]

I don't give a shit about your job.

[extremely grumbly, even though what he's doing would be called clinging if done by a lesser man. the hand on dan heng's back slides...down... into the cutout, dipping under his waistband, dangerously low. blade hums contemplatively, which he usually did before murdering swathes of innocent people.

going to try and fist a hand in jing yuan's fluffy hair, looking to yank him in for a violent kiss.]

[lifeban]

[dan heng nods slightly to jing yuan, easy to catch in the bob of his horns. preference noted, luck and available time appreciated.

those hands are going to run into tail before they run into ass unless they specifically skirt it, but that's compromising enough to make him shiver in and of itself. he watches them, his own hands occupying themselves with working blade's coat open, starting with the fastenings right above that absolutely torturous gap.]

[lionsleeps]

[Jing Yuan has suddenly come to several conclusions.

1. Dan Heng is a little bit crazy but mostly he's a good boy. No real change in his opinion there.

2. Blade is a lot crazy and also a fucking asshole. At least he's hot. Also no change of opinion.

3. If Jing Yuan doesn't put his foot down about some degree of decorum he's going to get completely wrecked in public and it'll probably get caught on camera and leaked online, at which point Fu Xuan and Qingzu will jettison him into space and Yanqing's childhood will be over.

4. Holy shit having his hair pulled is nice.

There's an instant when he gives a startled, indignant yelp at Blade's sudden violence, but after that he completely melts into it.

At least until his brain catches up with him, at which point he turns his face to get some air and protests in a breathless voice:]

Privacy. We have to go somewhere.

[subcutaneous]

[he takes his time licking into jing yuan's mouth, and is extremely annoyed by his apparent need for oxygen. or privacy. or anything that wasn't dan heng or blade.]

I don't care where. I need you both.

[he's going to go real easy though wherever they take him, because he's always been their rabid dog on a leash who would follow them to the ends of the universe.

that doesn't mean he'd stop groping dan heng's lower back, or his tail, digging his nails cruelly into the base of it.]

[lifeban]

[dan heng wiggles his hand into blade's coat, pawing bandages out of the way so he can settle his palm over his heart. feel it beating, however fucked up, however much he's personally stopped it before now.]

Anywhere.

[as long as he's with them. his tail coils tighter around one of jing yuan's calves, still looped behind his knees, not exactly helping. and tighter still when those nails dig into the base of it and he groans, eyes squeezing closed and his own nails digging into blade's chest.]

[lionsleeps]

[He starts to try to step back and then, in a very dry tone:]

Unwind, please.

[subcutaneous]

[blade wishes dan heng would do the claw thing dan feng liked to do because then he would draw blood and surely by now dan heng knew he was a masochist and-]

Come on. [his coat flaps open, a constellation of scars through loosened bandages, as he promptly bends down and tries to scoop dan heng up into his arms in a princess carry. or potato sack carry if he fights it. blade isn't picky.] Get off him, Your Grace.

[lifeban]

[maybe you should ASK, BLADE.

squawks but is scooped, tail relinquishing its hold on jing yuan to wind tight around blade's waist instead.]

[lionsleeps]

[He is free...!

Well. Physically. For the moment.

Emotionally he's feeling a bit like a wild animal that's fallen into a pit trap. But it's a pleasant pit trap full of incredibly attractive men that are kinda-sorta the people he's loved most of his life, so it's fine. He's given up on being cautious. He'll let them trap him, and enjoy the depths they drag him to.

But first, he inclines his head in a beckoning gesture and leads them off towards the starskiff dock. They are going someplace comfortable and discreet.]

[subcutaneous]

[what is this ‘asking’ you speak of?]

[you’d think blade would give zero consideration to dan heng’s comfort, from the amount of times he’d attempted murder, but he hitches dan heng securely in his arms, in such a way that his tail wasn’t squished between them, wrapped around his waist as it was, or that he could comfortably lay his head on blade’s shoulder if he wanted.

And then he opens his mouth.]

Huh. [serenely:] You mean you two never fucked?

[lifeban]

[he does, in fact, start to lay his head down on blade's shoulder, but then blade speaks. and his head jerks back up really fast.]

[lionsleeps]

[Blade WHY? What did they do to deserve this??]

Not... in this lifetime...

[subcutaneous]

You’re missing out, Dan Heng. He has a great ass.

[is he enjoying this? can his face even show enjoyment? we just don’t know.]

[lifeban]

I'm about to find out!!