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From:

inflexibility

He's so close, so close that he can't help the cry that escapes the moment he shudders under Huaisang, his hips bucking up a final time just as that voice actually penetrates the haze of desire that'd taken over him.

And he can literally feel his balls shrivel up as he turns his head, color draining from his face because that is the last person he wants to see him like this, his fingers scrabbling for enough robes to at least try to cover some of himself.

From:

illicitly

He's almost there when that voice cuts through his happy, horny daze and ruins everything.

Nie Huaisang may not has his brother's strength and confidence but he sure as hell shares his temper. For a second, his eyes flash with sudden anger before he sits up, turning to look at their intruder. Until Wei Wuxian had shown up covered with with bruises and bitemarks, babbling on about his encounter with Lan Wangji in the cold spring, Huaisang would've been easily cowed by the other boy's presence. Couple that with sexual frustration and very new, confusing but intense feelings he's trying to sort out and he's a pot ready to boil over.

With surprising dignity for the usually anxious boy, Huaisang simply covers up Jiang Cheng then pulls his own robe onto his lap.

"What do you want, Lan-xiong? Can't you see we're busy?"

The questions are quiet but not timid, simmering with barely suppressed belligerence and resentment in that way only sullen teenagers can perfectly master.

Edited Date: 2020-04-15 03:01 am (UTC)

From:

tanxiang

The red flush stays affixed to Lan Wangji's ears as he keeps his glare trained on Nie Huaisang.

Just because he knows does not mean he condones. Just because he understands does not mean he condones. His own behavior was as inappropriate as theirs.

Lan Wangji did not want to let such thoughts return to distract him again. For all his anger at these two, it's also directed at himself. He's bothered by it again. It reminds him of his own lacking self-discipline.

"This behavior is unacceptable. Cease, and do not repeat it!"

From:

inflexibility

Huaisang covering him at least gives him a moment to compose himself, or try to but his mind is slower to recover, to reach for reality aside from the shock of someone interrupting what had been everything he hadn't known he wanted.

"...A-Sang." It's quiet, his hand reaching to find the other teenager's, Jiang Cheng,s gaze darting to Wangji.

"...We..." He clears his throat, gaze drifting to Wangji for a moment before he just goes quiet again, shame bringing a flush to his skin.

From:

illicitly

"It's going to be all right," Huaisang says in a rush, ignoring Wangji for the moment, gripping Jiang Cheng's hand with unusual firmness. "I'll make it all right. Somehow."

The Nie Sect is full of warriors, well-known for strong and violent nature. And despite his disinterest in cultivation and saber practice, Huaisang, too, is a fighter, one who battles with his wits, not a blade. His mind works quickly, trying to hold down the rising fury in him at that shameful blush. But he knows that threatening to reveal his own wrongdoing will backfire. Huaisang and Jiang Cheng were both there watching when Wei Wuxian's gambit to deflect punishment onto Lan Wangji fail, resulting in a beating for both of them.

"Lan-xiong," he begins quietly with forced civility. "...I apologize. I... I let my emotions get the better of me. I seduced Jiang Cheng. If someone here must be punished, let it be me."

What is this? Nie Huaisang offering himself up for disciplinary action? The coward who whines and complains after half an hour of most strenuous activities? Then again, it's not the first time, he's offered to do something for someone else, seemingly free of charge...

From:

tanxiang

It is not the sort of plea that will work. Lan Wangji's fists shake for a moment, and he has to pause and refocus in order to still them.

Being seduced is not an excuse. Just because one was not the instigator does not remove their responsibility for participating in the situation.

It's still shameful.

It's still a mistake.

"Both shall be punished. Dress."

He isn't sure if he will turn the two of them over right away, but he knows that they need to at least clothe themselves.

From:

inflexibility

He's still for a long moment, lying there under the robe before he moves to sit up slowly, his fingers flexing and unconsciously reaching for Huaisang's.

For reassurance. This is....something he'd never want to be found out and he knows if they're going to be punished, word will get around.

And back to his family.

"...I.."

From:

illicitly

Huaisang knows. He can read Jiang Cheng like a book now. He feels his control slipping so he squeezes the other teen's fingers. Taking the fall hadn't worked but there has to be something else that will. For now though, Huaisang reaches for his robe.

"Just... Just get dressed for now, A-Cheng. We'll figure this out."

As he speaks, he reaches up and lays his hand tenderly on Jiang Cheng's cheek, leaning toward to rest his forehead against the other teen's.

"...But I wish Wei-xiong were here. He's a better talker than me."

With the damage already done, Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng's mouth softly then stands up to get dressed.

From:

tanxiang

At the mention of Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji's jaw gives an almost imperceptible twitch. He watches the displays of affection with a continued glare, though to one who could read it, there's much more than simple anger beneath the surface.

It's the kiss that finally has him snapping again.

"Impudence."

There was likely no question that he would walk out and leave them to dress themselves without being observed, but as if to make certain it's clear, Lan Wangji takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him without moving his gaze from the two.

From:

inflexibility

He leans into the touch, his fingers curling around Huaisang's wrist briefly and when the kiss comes, he returns it, even if it's brief.

Then he moves to cleaning himself off with the sheet before starting to dress, pulling on his pants and first layer of robes, gaze darting to Huaisang as he does so.

From:

illicitly

Impudence.

A side effect of friendship with Wei Wuxian, to be certain. When Huaisang had first arrived here, he'd been meek, easily discouraged, and cautious to the point of cowardice. Meeting and getting to know someone special has a way of changing people, inspiring them in a ways they never knew they needed. His crush on his friend may have faded but Huaisang still admires Wei Wuxian and looks to his lessons for guidance, even after he's gone.

What would Wei Wuxian do this situation? Talk.

So Huaisang strikes up a casual conversation with Jiang Cheng as he gets dressed, ignoring the supervisor blocking the door for the moment.

"Have you received any letters from Wei-xiong recently, A-Cheng? He sent me a painting he just finished not too long ago. i think he's bored without us to help keep him entertained."

Huaisang chuckles as if to lighten the tension in room. He rests his hand on Jiang Cheng's shoulder a moment.

Edited Date: 2020-04-16 03:50 am (UTC)

From:

tanxiang

Again Nie Huaisang speaks of Wei Wuxian. Again he drives home the point that Lan Wangji as well became caught up in such a shameful act.

It is all improper. A distraction from cultivation. If these two are here to learn from the Lan Sect, they must follow the rules. Lan Wangji must also follow the rules. Much to his own disgust, he has become too familiar with what can happen if one allows themselves too much indulgence.

His nails dig into his palms as he clenches his fists almost tight enough to cause bleeding.

"Silence. Do not touch. Dress."

From:

inflexibility

Huaisang may have spent too much time with Wei Wuxian before he'd left but at the moment, it was something to focus on that didn't involve the feeling of wanting to sink into the floor as he dressed. "He..um..doesn't really write me much.I think he knows you'll be more receptive to his rambling. But it doesn't surprise me."

His fingers fumble for a moment at the touch, breath catching as his eyes meet Huaisang's.

"...I.." He takes a breath. "What else did he say?"

From:

illicitly

Huaisang hesitates before answering, looking to Lan Wangji for a long moment. As merciless as his temper can be, he's not an unkind person. He's not someone who delights in unnecessary cruelty toward others or takes sadistic pleasure in their suffering unless he's been given specific reason to. He's been told not to speak and truth be told, he doesn't really know Lan Wangji all that well just from what he's observed of the other boy and everything Wei Wuxian has told him about him.

Jiang Cheng needs the distraction right now so he continues to speak quietly as he pulls on his robe, further impudence but necessary he thinks.

"Oh, it was just the usual. 'Lan Zhan, this, Lan Zhan, that...' You know how he gets. He's been wanting to know about him, how he's doing, what he's been up to... If he's seeing any girls... You know, that type of thing."

Of course, Wei Wuxian's letters hold a lot more than just that, too, but that's all Huaisang's willing to disclose right now. He finishes getting dressed and waits for Jiang Cheng to do the same. Then he simply takes the other boy's hand and holds it.

No matter what happens now, they're in it together. Jiang Cheng won't have to deal with the fallout of this alone.

From:

tanxiang

Lan Wangji tries to ignore the fact that Wei Wuxian was apparently still talking about him, enough to mention him in letters to others. He doesn't wish to think of him. Ideally, he wishes others would not even speak of him in his presence. The less he thinks of Wei Wuxian, the sooner his focus will return to cultivation as it should.

When the two hold hands, Lan Wangji's gaze immediately focuses in on the action.

"Let go."

That is all he says before he turns around and slides the door open again. He steps out and starts to make his way back towards the main area. Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang should know better than to not follow.

From:

inflexibility

When he leaves, Jiang Cheng sways for a moment before sinking onto the bed, looking up at Huaisang, his expression just this side of terrified.

"..A-Sang.." Because this is the worst thing that could have happened and he can already hear his mother's voice.

"If they send word to my family..."

From:

illicitly

Huaisang sits down beside him, ignoring Lan Wangji's repeated insistences that they not touch. He puts his arms comfortingly around the other teen, resting his head against Jiang Cheng's. His fear cuts into him, it makes his heart ache in ways he didn't know it could. He can't see his own brother being particularly pleased if news of this got out. But Jiang Cheng's family is different. His parents are different. While he's confident that neither Wei Wuxian or his sister would mind, just from what he's heard about her.

"No matter what happens, you're not alone in this, A-Cheng. I'll do everything I can to support you through this."

Huaisang cups Jiang Cheng's face in his hands, turning it so he's facing him. He leans in a kisses him gently, lingering in the moment to steady him and give him something to focus on.

"If we contact your sister first.... Maybe she can help if it comes to that."

From:

inflexibility

He kisses him back, something desperate in the way he holds onto Huaisang, his fingers gripping the other teenager's robes as he tries to steady his breathing after the kiss.

Tries to act normal.

And fails miserably. "...A-jie might. I mean, if we can get word to her before they have a chance to contact Die, or A-niang." Please not his mother. She's the one he's most afraid of finding out. He already knows he's a disappointment to his father.

From:

illicitly

It's... different. Huaisang doesn't usually feel this way about other people. He's quick to take whatever route is easiest or more covenient for him. It's not like him to put himself on the line like this or sincerely go out of his way on behalf of someone else.

It's just not like him to care.

He just gives himself up to that desperate embrace, holding Jiang Cheng close and giving him more kisses to calm him down. It'll be okay somehow. It just has to be. They'll make it okay, one way or another.

"We'll write your sister a letter and send it to her first thing in the morning. If we're quick enough, we might be able to beat them to it if they say anything at all. Or we could use teleportation talisman to get it to her tonight. You're a better cultivator than me. Can you use talismans like that, A-Cheng?"

From:

inflexibility

"I can try." He should be able to do it. Even if it just's for a letter. For some way to make this not turn into the disaster that keeps playing through his mind.

But even if it is, he's not going to walk away from it. He's just...He'll have to find a way to make it through without sacrificing everything he wants.

Or the boy holding him right now. Because he wants Huaisang in a way he's never wanted anything else before.

From:

illicitly

"See? We're figuring something out. We're going to get through this."

What had started out as an impulsive kiss between friends has become something so much more so quickly. But isn't that how if often is with people their age? They act without thinking and it sets off a chain reaction they could never anticipate. But Huaisang knows that even if they get beaten by the Lan elders as punishment, he isn't going to regret any of this.

He's not ready to put a name to the feeling that's making his heart beat so rapidly in his chest but he knows it's there to stay.

"I... I really care about you, A-Cheng. I'm going to be there for you," he murmurs. "We'll try the talisman later. For now, though..."

His eyes slide reluctantly toward the door.

"Should we go after him or wait until someone arrives here? I'll be with you either way."

From:

inflexibility

"If they have to come get us, it'll be worse." But he can't stop himself from seeking another kiss before he finally moves to his feet, fingers curling around Huaisang's, squeezing them gently.

"...When we're done, i'll come check on you." Because of the two of them, he's probably the one more likely to be able to move first.

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illicitly

After returning the kiss, Huaisang stands as well, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. He doesn't like discomfort, much less pain, so he's really not looking forward to this. But Jiang Cheng's right. It'll probably be worse for them if they try to avoid what's about to happen. At least, it's a little easier to face the music together than alone.

He gives Jiang Cheng's hand one final squeeze before letting go and stepping outside the room, waiting over the other teen to join him. They'll have to be careful not to antagonize anyone any further from this point on ro have any hope of getting through this experience with minimal harm.

From:

inflexibility

He at least doesn't deliberarely touch Huaisang once they leave the room, heading for the discipline area, while staying close enough that there might be accidental brushes of their hands as they walk.

From:

illicitly

Even those accidental brushes are oddly reassuring. When they reach the discipline area, Huaisang doesn't say anything, he simply bows his head in a rather convincing display of shame and humility that sure as hell hadn't been anywhere close to being present in the bedroom.

Huaisang bows in contrition to the elders and simply waits for judgment.