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[inflexibility]

"Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?" The words are low, rough as Wanyin lifts his head, breaking the kiss. Zidian sparks around his hand before the end slides through small holes in the bed frame and then secures Huaisang's wrists, Wanyin's mouth finding his neck, sucking a mark there before biting lower and almost breaking the skin.

"Watching you deal with them and talk, but remembering the night before when you.." He inhales sharply, moves up Huaisang's body until he's all but straddling his chest, legs on either side of his face, hands unlacing his pants.

"You asked for this."

Modern verse

[colludes]

The spa trip had been a ruse, of course, giving him time to get everything set up before Huaisang returned home. The gift had been built beforehand and just assembled behind the house they'd found. What had taken more time was arranging the interior with the proper and plants and a few birds to start with. But he'd managed and by the time Huaisang returned home?

Everything was set up, his art room had been restocked, dinner was ready and he was waiting quietly, reading a book.

Birfday things

[curtails]

He'd been planning this for a while, had packed a bag for Huaisang with all the essentials that was already on the boat with his own bag and the other items he'd picked up for the trip. And he'd arranged to pick him up, pulling up in front of their meeting place and getting out to greet him so he could catch him before he got into the vehicle.

"Hey."

[illicitly]

"Hey!"

It's easy to tell that Huaisang's excited for his trip. A whole weekend alone on a boat with his boyfriend! Of course, his older brother had grumbled a little about it but they'd already had their own celebration earlier. They're out of high school. He's old enough for things like this now.

He darts forward to give Jiang Cheng a quick peck on the lips in greeting.

"Ready to go?"

[curtails]

"Yeah, get in." After he returns the kiss before moving back to the driver's seat, sliding behind the wheel to drive them to the dock.

[illicitly]

Huaisang drops his own suitcase in the backseat before getting in the car, buckling himself in.

"I can't wait until we're offshore. Completely cut off from land and everyone on it. We get to have each other all to ourselves."

His cheeks flushes a little in excitement. Three days and two nights of having Jiang Cheng all to himself without anyone bothering or interrupting him. Just total freedom to explore and enjoy one another. It truly is the best birthday present he could be given.

Huaisang licks his lips in anticipation.

[curtails]

"It won't be long, but I do still have to drive the boat, you know." He counters quietly, his gaze on the road.

[illicitly]

"We can't just let it drift for a while?"

There's definite desire in his gaze as he looks Jiang Cheng up and down in the drivers seat, exhaling softly.

"How far away is the marina?"

At least, he's being good about keeping his hands on his side of the car while Jiang Cheng's driving and not letting them wander.

[curtails]

"When we get out in open water, yes. But there's a fair bit of navigation before that." Wanyin points out dryly, glancing across at him at a light before rolling his eyes briefly.

"Come here." Then he leans over to kiss him, dragging it out until the light turns.

"Better?"

[illicitly]

Huaisang savors the kiss for as long as possible. It's not quite as satisfying as pinning Jiang Cheng down in the backseat and riding him until his hunger is completely sated but it'll tide him over for a little while longer, at least.

He pulls away with a soft, dreamy smile.

"Better. At least, until we get there."

[curtails]

"...We don't have to set off immediately once we're on the boat." He's focused on the road again, his expression as neutral as he can manage.

[illicitly]

"Really? It would be nice to steal a snack before the main course."

Huaisang reminds himself that no matter how much he already wants to kiss him again, he can't do it while he's driving. To remove the temptation entirely, he moves his hands so he's sitting on them.

"How long will it take to get out into the open water?"

It's important know. He wouldn't want to fill up until they're finally alone.

[curtails]

"Depends on how many boats are out but maybe an hour." He shrugs a shoulder, turning a corner, gaze drifting ahead to the approaching docks.

POST ERKU: A return home.

[taintedpeony]

Jin Ziyao was preparing for war before he had found himself called to the ocean. He had a vague sense of self as he moved through the chilling waters.

When he opened his eyes again he found himself on the shores again, not on a beach but among some reeds on a wide river. It was the middle of the night and the area was empty of all inhabitants, there was something familiar about it.

He dragged himself out of the water, feeling more like a water ghoul rather than a man. He was still dressed in modern clothing, the vermillion mark on his brows had washed off. He had to get dry. He patted his hip and found his Qiankun pouch at his side, Hensheng at his waist, and his Guqin at his back.

He wiped the water from his eyes and took in his very familiar surroundings.

Was this Yunping?! A bit further would be the temple where he died. Why was he brought back here of all places?!

[illicitly]

This time when Huaisang awakens, it's in his own bed in Qinghe instead of the floor of Jin Guangyao's private rooms at Koi Tower.

He'd been nervously hiding out in his private residence when he'd felt the irresistible lure of the ocean calling him home once more. Not even having everything to lose and nothing to gain by returning home had been enough to stop the call that thundered in his mind and robbed him of reason and free will. Just like before, Huaisang found himself walking helplessly toward the beach, into the waves from which the resentful dead emerged in their determined trek toward the hospital.

Once the cobwebs of unconsciousness clear and the realization of where he is and what he'd left behind hits, Huaisang breaks down into bitter tears, grief twisting like a knife inside him in a way he hasn't felt in a decade.

He'd broken his promise to Shi Qingxuan, after all.

He'd lost the love of his life for the third time.

He'd known his happy dream would end someday but he couldn't predicted it would come so soon.

[taintedpeony]

Ziyao stretched out, checking his limbs that were once again intact. No burn on his left hand and his right hand was there again. So he had somehow regained his body that the diety had granted him despite being home again. Hidden in the reeds he stripped off his modern clothing and switched into underrobes, as well as an olive green robe he had initially gotten for Huaisang. It wasn't quite Nie green but it could pass as something a rich merchant or rogue cultivator could feasibly wear. His sword was probably the most signifying thing about him but only a few people knew what Hensheng looked like.

Perhaps if his body was new, his powers would be intact as well.

He started with a hand. Changing delicate fingers to something squarer.

Ziyao knelt at the edge of the water and tried to shapeshift, changing his fine hair to a deep black, and his eyes to an unassuming brown. He took his guan off and tied his hair with a simple ribbon and putting his guqin and clothing back in his bag.

There was only one place he wanted to go. He had to see something first.

Mounting Hensheng, he flew up high. His more powerful cultivation allowing him to move faster, He veered east to the lands that the clans had no real claim over and began to make the familiar trip to Qingge.

[illicitly]

It's not the first time that the Nie sect elders had to deal with their leader in a state of inconsolable grief and deep depression but it's the worst episode Nie Huaisang's had in years. This time, they're at a complete loss as to what could be the cause of the man's mourning this time.

Nie Mingjue had been avenged. His killer exposed and slain, the injustice corrected at long last. The young sect leader had been calm, if somber and introspective at the Coffin Sealing Ceremony. Confused whispers that Sect Leader Nie is refusing to leave his rooms or allowing anyone entry and the meals brought to his door are being left outside to rot, untouched and uneaten, spreads like wildfire throughout the Unclean Realm and into Qinghe beyond.

What could have happened to have set Nie Huaisang back like this?

[taintedpeony]

It had taken about the same amount of time at the end of it, part of it was him being overly cautious about not running into cultivators who may recognize his sword. He mostly dealt with camping in the forests and hunting for food rather than move to the towns. When he was finally in Qinghe, he made his way into the local inn, paying with some money he had bartered some fine jewelry for.

His heart clenched at the news of the Sect Leader Nie and his apparent sudden bout of Melancholia. Was it that Huaisang had second thoughts after everything or was it because he was elsewhere before this, pulled into the sea as well.

He bought himself a room, introducing himself as 'Liu Haixiang' a rogue cultivator who was wandering the cultivation world. Once he knew he was alone in his room he switched back to himself, washing his face and taking stock of his surroundings. He heard all the rumours about the previous chief cultivator and all of his vile acts and misdeeds. It really did go as he had expected it to. But rebirth and his time on the nameless island gave him a perspective that he never had before.

He had another life now with the ability to step away from his past.

And if Huaisang was out there suffering he would find him, no matter which version he was.

He closed his eyes and took off his clothes, making certain to place a locking talisman on the door before shifting into a golden canary, and flew out the window, making the last leg of the trip to the main quarters of the Unclean Realms, where he knew Huaisang's rooms would be.

His heart broke when he saw the figure on the bed. Crumpled and broken.

"Little Bird, why must you sing such a sad song?" the canary spoke as if he was a creature from a folktale.

"Don't you know that you make nature weep in pity for you?"

[illicitly]

His men are loyal but confused by their leader's despondent state. The elders are hesitant to approach, hearing strange, despairing whispers on the edge of their minds. If not for the fact that they've seen this behavior before, they'd likely think him possessed by a spirit. And just like in the past, Huaisang knows that he's going to have to eventually pull himself together to resume his duties here.

For now, though, he needs the time to himself to mourn.

By the time, the canary arrives, Huaisang managed to bathe, at least, with a platter of barely touched food setting on a table in the room's sitting area. When it speaks, he peers at the creature with red-rimmed eyes, perking up a little bit. Maybe it's just desperate hope on Huaisang's part.

"A-Yao?" he whispers, not yet quite convinced he isn't simply hallucinating the voice. It wouldn't be the first time, his grief had driven him to imagine such things when no one was there.

[taintedpeony]

That hopeful expression was enough to confirm that it was indeed him, not to mention the waves of melancholy that were moving off him.

Huaisang's thoughts whispering in his mind. Raw relief came from him as if he had been holding in a breath for a very long time. He was so scared that he would be forgotten about. Or that he would lose him entirely again.

"A-Sang, It's me."

Jin Ziyao flew inside settling on the bed before he shifted back into himself. He was naked, his hair an untamed mass behind him. He turned to Nie Huaisang and gently touched his face. His thumb pressing against his cheek gently. His expression was soft.

"My love, please don't be sad. I promised you I would find a way to you.

I would have been here sooner, but I washed ashore in Yunping. It took me a bit to get back."

[illicitly]

Words alone aren't enough to make him trust his senses, not after everything he's gone through. He needs something more tangible to prove he isn't dreaming or going mad. So without a word, Huaisang pulls the other man into his arms, holding him tightly as he buries his face against his neck.

He loves this man too much now and misses the simpler, peaceful life they'd begun to build together. His fingers tangle in Jin Ziyao's unkempt hair as he just continues to cling to him. The tears are starting to come again and so are the sobs, shallow ones as his emotions overload. The intense anxiety of having him here in a world that hates him, that Huaisang himself created, clashes with the equally intense relief at seeing his lover again. Some of it's going to have to run its course and be purged from his system before he can approach this situation rationally or with any semblance of self-control.

He trembles and cries.

They'd come so perilously close to losing each other again. Too close.

[taintedpeony]

He didn't know how it was possible that he could exist here and now, powers intact and simultaneously in a coffin as a fierce corpse. Perhaps it was one final boon from the diety.

He wasn't going to question it. It no longer mattered in any case. He wrapped his arms around Huaisang and just held him tight and remained steady through the waves of emotions. His fingers gently running through his hair in soothing circles. Pressing soft kisses against his forehead and hair. Whispering words of love in between them.

The rest of it was a problem for later. Right now nothing else mattered but having his love in his arms again. It was far too close. He loved him so much. Nie Huaisang lit his soul on fire like no other before him. Being separated from him at this point would feel like being split in half.

"A-Sang. A-Sang, my heart.My Soulmate. I am here. I love you."

[illicitly]

It's him.

It's really him.

He's not alone here again.

Each of those kisses reassures him that this, in fact, is real and he's not going insane. The island in the other world hadn't been just a dream after all. Everyone there had been as real as everyone here. What had happened between the two of them and with Shi Qingxuan had been real. He wasn't alone anymore. He wasn't alone.

After a while, Huaisang lifts his head, lips seeking the other man's in an almost manic kiss as his hands move restlessly over Jin Ziyao's naked body, the stress of the time they've been apart combined with the stress of their final days on the island finally catching up to him.

"A-Yao, please, I need you. Right now, I need to make sure this is still real."

[taintedpeony]

He kissed him back desperately. The last few weeks were too much and just as Huaisang needed this as a confirmation of the reality of their situation, he needed the same. Ziyao's hands moved to begin to undress him, opening his robes and running his fingers over bare skin.

His thumbs brushed over his nipples as he deepened the kiss, moving over to straddle him. He wanted him. He wanted to be marked by him. To feel him moving inside of him. Filling him up.

His breath was husky as he broke the kiss.

"Please. I'm yours, you can have me. Do you have any oil we can use?"

[illicitly]

"On the floor beside the bed," Huaisang murmurs.

He shrugs out of his clothes easily, shivering at the sensation of those teasing thumbs. Ever since his return, Huaisang hadn't even bothered getting dressed, choosing instead to lounge around in his under robes. Once the layer's gone, he's just as naked as his lover and already stiff. He doesn't let go immediately, instead lingering to spread several biting kissing along the side of Jin Ziyao's neck, shoulder, and just above his collarbone. Once he's satisfied for the moment, Huaisang pulls back, allowing his lover to fetch the oil.

"I love you, A-Yao. So much."