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πŸ¦‹ 花城 hua cheng / δΈ‰ιƒŽ san lang ([personal profile] rossosangue) wrote in [personal profile] necessity 2024-01-05 02:37 am (UTC)

[ the moment xie lian speaks his name, hua cheng exhales a thick, breathy noise of pleasure, unable to restrain himself from the irresistible call of it.

those two syllables spoken by xie lian resonate within him, his heart shivering in anticipation and weakness; that voice reaches deep, almost physical in how it strokes his soul, reaches every nerve ending, echoes in each heartbeat. for a moment xie lian's ownership over him hurts with how whole, all-encompassing it is. each of his breaths belongs to xie lian, each of his thoughts, every inch that makes him, flesh and bones and blood.

xie lian could tear him apart and make him anew, crush him just for the sake of it and he would only thank him.

that is the destiny of familiars, devoted to their master to the point they're a rarity. it is not simply an oath of obedience they make, but one of possession. they belong to their master heart and soul and cannot exist without them. were their master to disappear, their fate would be the same. not only they cannot break their promise and serve another, but their master can do with them what they wish, even deciding to absorb their power to increase their own, even when it means killing them. it's such a one-way contract, it's not difficult to see why it's rare.

and so hua cheng cannot blame xie lian for not having known. now it is simply the way it should've been from the start: they're together.

hua cheng's hold around him has accidentally tightened and when he realizes he instantly loosens it, though he doesn't dare to stop touching him or put any distance between them. he needs the contact more than he needs air. ]


Thank you for calling my name, dianxia. [ hua cheng exhales shakily, still trying to recover from the wave of emotions. had he been standing, his legs surely would've grown weak. he tries to avoid calling him "master" now, though that's what he is, with how xie lian made clear he did not like that.

he can feel the tightness around the other's throat too and he bows his head, pressing his lips to the dark mark. hua cheng could remove it for xie lian, at the expense of pure power and his own life, but he finds himself selfish for a little bit more time with him. so he simply soothes the pain, by taking it all for himself through their connection and keeping it hidden from the other. were xie lian to force him, hua cheng couldn't hide anything from him, but he knows him well enough to be aware that won't ever be the case.

so he stores the pain in a part of himself their connection cannot reach, simply stealing it from the other. there's the rustling of sheets as hua cheng shifts and pulls away, gathering fabric on his lap, before strong hands pull xie lian fully back onto the bed. he gathers him on his lap, mouth instantly going to his throat, each soft kiss he lays across it sucking away the tightness and the pain, as if they were poison, until there's almost nothing left. the shackle is reacting to hua cheng's own power, after all, so it's just fair he should take the consequences for himself. ]


Dianxia couldn't have known I was your familiar. There's no need to apologize. I've been happy here with you either way. [ happier than ever, truly, as each devoted kiss proves. ]

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