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Wu Xie rubs his eyes when he awakes. His mind is a bit foggy, he can feel a slight headache start to build at the back of his brain, and he really didn’t have time for this, he thinks. He turns over, as to hide from the light that’s coming through the windows, and he stretches out his hands to grab at the extra blanket that’s next to him, only to be hit by the unfamiliar fabric. Opening his eyes, he realizes he’s not at home, but at some random hotel room.
He sits up abruptly, a little disoriented at first over his whereabouts, but calms a little when he sees the sleeping figure of a certain man on the couch at the end of his hotel bed. He frowns a bit. It’s a double-bed, why is he… Images from the days before comes rushing in and Wuxie falls back on the pillow, unable to suppress the frustrated groan that slipped out. He hit his head on the headboard in the process, and as he hears the sleeping figure stirring he curses himself. The pain numbs his anger for a brief second.
The anger he knew he knew he didn’t really have the right to feel, but hit him like lightning bolts nonetheless when he found out what happened when Xiao-ge had rescued Pangzi from his kidnappers.
Over the years Wu Xie did notice a shift in the way he felt about the quiet man who’s always been there. At times the way Wu Xie yearned for Xiao-ge to stay with them surpassed his own understanding, but between his San shu going missing and Xiao-ge’s duties, there was always something happening, there was never a time to sit down and actually examine what those feelings were.
From the mysterious boy who came out of nowhere to save him way back when in Inner-Mongolia, to the person he affectionately nicknamed Meng Youping (surprising even himself when he actually responded to the name) who gave up his blood when Wu Xie was poisoned, to the Xiao-ge who accompanied them to different tombs and who’d saved him in every turn.
For all the things he’d felt for Zhang Qiling, for Meng YouPing, for Xiao-ge, he’d never said never anything, nor acted on anything.
How could he?
They spent more time apart than together and Wu Xie knows nothing would keep Xiao-ge from his duties, that’s just who Xiao-ge is.
The sleeping figure moves and Wu Xie thinks perhaps dying would be better than to face the person in front of him. Even with his eyes closed he can hear the faint footsteps, he could feel the little dip of the mattress.
“Wu Xie.”
The voice is soft, comforting, familiar. Like a velvet blanket he wants to wrap himself in, but he can’t. He curls tighter around himself, squeezes his eyes together. Maybe if he pretended to be asleep long enough…
“Wu Xie.”
A slight change in the tone of his voice, the “I know you are awake” as clear as day even though none of the words were said out loud, and Wu Xie sighs. Of course he knows. This man has abilities that're far beyond normal human beings, nothing skips his attention. Wu Xie gives up pretending. He sits up, but drags the sheets up with him. Maybe a weird reflex, considering how the three of them have seen more than fair share of each other while on the road, but right now, right in this moment, Wu Xie wishes he is more like Xiao-ge. Wu Xie knows he wears his heart on his sleeves.
He looks at the man next to him. What was there to say? To be honest, he’d already forgiven Pangzi. How could he not? If it was someone else, if it was anyone else than Wu Xie who caught his best friend kissing the love of his life…
“About Pangzi, I’ve already said I’m sorry, you know it was the drug, I would never…”
Wu Xie cuts him off: “I know.”
And the truth is, he does. Even if there was nothing between them, Xiao-ge would never have done anything to compromise their friendship if given a choice.
“About last night, if you tell me that’s what you really want…” Xiao-ge voice trails off as if he is somehow hurt by what happened, and Wu Xie winces internally at the memories.
He remembers how he’d stupidly called A-Ning, even when it’s been proven time and time again she’d not hesitate a single second when given a chance to cross them. He could have called anyone else, High-shao, maybe even Xiao Hua, but he’d chosen to call A-Ning. For whatever unknown reason, she’d showed up at the bar he frequented. He’d booked a private room, and was surprised she actually came, but then he’d spilled everything.
And he doesn’t know what happened, but then suddenly they were lip to lip, hands were roaming and she was tugging at his shirt. Her hands were soft, a stark contrast to the callused fingertips that were Xiao-ge’s hands, and the unfamiliar feeling of her hands caught him off-guard. It wasn’t right.
Xiao-ge, he’d whispered.
Needless to say, it turned awkward after that. She left without saying a single word, but in turn Xiao-ge had showed up.
Wu Xie looked at the man in front of him, then silently shook his head. Finally, he loosened his grip on the sheets, stretching out his hand to find Xiao-ge’s instead. The headache is throbbing almost as loud as his heartbeat, but he forces them out of his mind.
“I don’t know how much she told you, but no, that’s not what I want.”
He casts his eyes down, somehow losing his words. Xiao-ge, surprisingly, allows Wu Xie to hold his hand. Wu Xie gently laces their fingers together, then he lets his thumb caress the back of Xiao-ge’s hand.
For a few moments, they sit together like this, neither of them saying a word.
When Wu Xie finally lifts his gaze, he sees that Xiao-ge has closed his eyes, his face and posture relaxed, like he actually enjoys what Wu Xie’s doing. Curious, Wu Xie wants to try something, but just as he leans in, Xiao-ge opens his eyes and he finds himself pinned back.
Did Xiao-ge not want the same thing after all?
“You know I can’t give you the kind of relationship you deserve,” Xiao-ge says.
Wu Xie looks down. He knows. He is the sole heir to the Wu family name, and it’s his duty to carry and uphold their reputation. As for Xiao-ge…
“I don’t care,” a hint of defiance in his voice, that couldn’t hide the slight hint of desperation he felt inside him. He can’t let Xiao-ge slip away again.
“Xiao-ge, you’re want I want,” Wu Xie says, and he finally stares into Xiao-ge’s eyes.
This time, Wu Xie knows it’s him who moves first, he pulls at Xiao-ge’s shirt collar, closes the small distance between them and kisses him. The first touch of lips to lips is like opening a faucet, years of emotions pouring out and carrying over, and Wu Xie sees it when Xiao-ge finally understands. The slightest smile crosses Xiao-ge’s face, while Wu Xie can feel himself grinning into his lips.
He doesn’t let go of Xiao-ge’s hand, but let’s his hand which just grabbed Xiao-ge’s shirt sneak behind his neck, and feels smug about himself when Xiao-ge lets out a moan as his hand trails a circle there. Wu Xie feels bolder, so he lets go of Xiao-ge’s lips and finds the man’s earlobe instead and is instantly rewarded with a slight tremble.
Adrenalin runs through him, he wants to find all the ways Xiao-ge reacts to his touch, the sounds that Xiao-ge makes… and he uses his hold to throw Xiao-ge down on the bed, spread out like a starfish. He spends a few seconds staring at the man under him, he doesn’t even care about removing Xiao-ge’s shirt all the way, just rips open the buttons and moves his tie out of place. He stares at the dragon tattoo for a few seconds, then bends down to let his tongue swipe over the nipple that’s surrounded by it.
Xiao-ge’s moan is gratifying, and Wu Xie smiles wider.
He takes his time to map out Xiao-ge’s body, traces every line, every scar, he eats up the moans that Xiao-ge lets out.
Wu Xie is vaguely reminded of what technically speaking, their first time a few years back, when he was fresh out of the first tomb he’d ever been in, and Xiao-ge had sucked him off when he was affected by the side-effects from the kirin medicine. For all that was said about them being soulmates, it took them way too many years to get here, Wu Xie thinks.
Then he remembers what happened that time and stops for a second. “Xiao-ge, do you still remember, our first time?”
“Of course.”
“You said we are soulmates.”
“Yes.” “Then why?”
“You deserve better than what I can give you.”
An echo of what he said just a few moments earlier, and Wu Xie groans. Frustrated, he gives up talking. He undresses Xiao-ge the rest of the way, tossing the clothes on the floor in an uncaring manner, then moves his hands around again. This time they are much more demanding, he lets his nails drag around the skin, instead of open-mouthed kisses, he finds a nipple and slightly bites down on it.
Xiao-ge trembles.
“Wu Xie,” he whispers.
Wu Xie doesn’t stop the onslaught, and it isn’t long until Wu Xie completely forgoes Xiao-ge’s upper body and moves to massage his thighs. He lifts his gaze on purpose to look at Xiao-ge as he ignores the twitching cock that’s already dripping with precome, and he doesn’t miss the little whine Xiao-ge tried to silence. He does it again, and again, darts his tongue out to kittenlick at the tip, and just as he hears another, “Wu Xie,” but in a suddenly much more coars voice, he takes Xiao-ge’s cock in his mouth and lets it slid all the way to the back of his throat.
The way Xiao-ge arches his back into a perfect line mid-air hits Wu Xie and he only barely keeps himself in check so he doesn’t slam his own cock right into Xiao-ge without any preparations. He spits on his finger, and prods gently at the hole. He teases for a few seconds, and then he spits right on Xiao-ge’s hole as he carefully pushes his index in.
It takes a little while before it yields against his finger, until it’s open enough for him to push a second finger in. When Wu Xie finally adds the third finger, he looks up at Xiao-ge, and the sight that meets him throws him back to their first time, when he badly wanted to mess up his fringe, and taint his jaw.
Wu Xie pulls out his fingers, lifts himself up. He runs his hands in Xiao-ge’s hair, and whispers: “open your eyes.”
When Xiao-ge does, Wu Xie kisses him. He chases Xiao-ge’s tongue and at the same time he presses his cock into Xiao-ge’s hole. He catches the loud moan and smiles, a little devilish thought passing through him. He desperately wanted to set into a punishing rhythm, let his body decide the beats, but there was one thing he wanted more.
Xiao-ge’s sounds.
So instead, he moves only slightly, pulling out and pushing back in with deliberate and slow movements, his lips matching every move with a kiss. Slowly, he can feel Xiao-ge coming apart under him, even though he can see Xiao-ge is still trying hard to keep the control.
“It’s okay,” he coaxes, as he takes Xiao-ge’s cock into his hand again, settling on a brutal pace.
The first guttural groan that escapes Xiao-ge, the first one he didn’t try to muffle, Wu Xie matches by pushing hard into him.
“That’s it,” he praises, feeling Xiao-ge’s sounds run through him, urging him on.
When Xiao-ge screams “Wu Xie!” and comes in his hand, he is unable to keep the slow pace. He lets go of Xiao-ge’s softening cock, goes into an erratic rhythm and as he comes inside Xiao-ge, he growls: “mine.”
He falls onto Xiao-ge, feeling satiated and spent, when he hears the other laugh.
Slightly annoyed that Xiao-ge can laugh at a time like this, he asks: “What?”
“Don’t you know, I’ve always been yours.”
Wu Xie smiles as he closes his eyes. In the back of his mind, he knows they probably should clean up, but he couldn’t care right now as he is lulled into a peaceful slumber by Xiao-ge’s steady heart beats.