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"I'll send everything back to Lotus Pier but I do need a few minutes." Except for a change of clothing. His formal robes aren't his everyday wear after all.

"...We could use my sword if you want to send your people ahead." It's out before he can stop himself, gaze drifting to Huaisang for a moment.

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Huaisang closes his eyes.

He remembers. Oh, how he remembers what it's like to fly on his sword with Jiang Cheng's arms wrapped so securely around him so he didn't fall. It been one of the happiest and most moments early in their relationship, the prelude to an impromptu holiday with just the two of them.

He should say no. He should refuse the offer and insist on his men accompanying them. But his mouth won't form the words and he can't help the starkly helpless look of yearning on his face. The ache intensifies and all Huaisang can do is weakly nod his consent.

"I'll instruct my men to go on ahead then and I'll wait for you at the entrance."

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He nods briefly before going to collect enough clothing for a stay and instructing the rest of his entourage to head back to Lotus Pier. Then it's just a matter of walking down the steps to meet Huaisang, his footsteps slowing as he approaches the other sect leader.

"...Are you ready to go?"

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"Yes, I am."

He looks and sounds tired, beneath his expression cracks of vulnerability. It's hardly a countenance befitting the new leader of the Qinghe Nie Sect and he knows just how pathetic he must look right now. He continues to stand there, eyes downcast, the nervous in air around him palpable.

But he still isn't running away.

"It'll be a couple of days by sword travel. The air might be a little chillier than what you're used to in Lotus Pier."

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"I'll be fine." He draws his sword, lets it drop to float before offering Huaisang his hand to help him up onto the sword before joining him. He's got an arm firmly around his waist as they leave, heading in the direction of Qinghe.

And he doesn't even try to make Huaisang talk, flying with him until they have to stop in a town. Jiang Cheng getting them rooms at the inn. Separate rooms because he doesn't want to presume after the previous night.

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Huaisang leans into his embrace the whole way, just resting and not speaking, barely even paying attention to the ground below during the flight. The separate rooms are the right call; he seems to relax a little once he hears it. As sect leaders, appearances must be maintained. Even if Jiang Cheng has no desire to marry, Huaisang's future marriage prospects will dwindle to nothing it their status as lovers ever becomes known to the public and there will be no bride to help him continue the clan lineage.

After they've taken the evening meal and gone to their separate rooms for the night, Huaisang waits until it's after dark and most of the inn's inhabitant have gone to bed before sneaking over to Jiang Cheng's room. He softly raps on the doorframe in the same code he used to use when sneaking over at the Cloud Recesses and waits.

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He doesn't honestly remember the last time he slept consistently, and it's only a moment or two before the door opens, letting Huaisang inside. He doesn't speak, just moves back to settle in the bed.

Makes room for him. But he's not pushing attention on Huaisang either. If this helps him sleep, it's more than enough.

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Wordlessly, Huaisang sits down on the bed and he hates himself for being so pathetic and weak. He's not yet the leader the Qinghe Nie needs him to be, that his brother wanted him to be, or so he thinks, but he's determined to become those things and not let Nie Mingjue's trust be place in vain.

Right now, though, he still needs Jiang Cheng. Huaisang looks at him now with, his heart in his eyes. Hurt, resignation, grief, and love all bleed together in a messy tangle of emotion. He doesn't want to initate this; he wants the decision to be taken out of his hands but he can't ask him for not. Not after how Huaisang had hurt hm the night before.

So after a few minutes of conflicted silence, Huaisang reaches over to turn the other man's face toward his. He leans in to kiss him on the mouth and stays there in the moment for quite a while before breaking it just enough to whisper the words he hadn't said back to him the night before.

"I love you, Jiang Cheng. So much it hurts."

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He gives him time, watches him sit there and struggle with himself, his body still, just waiting to see what he's going to do. And the kiss surprises him a little after the previous night, but he's not going to reject it, far from it.

He takes control of the kiss, deepens it, something possessive in the way he kisses Huaisang, more assured than the last time they'd been together, at least. Fingers slip into his hair, stilling at the words that slip out.

And he almost forgets to breathe for a moment before he moves, tugs Huasiang to lie down on the bed and kisses him again, settling over him.

"I love you too." When he breaks this kiss, just looking down at Huaisang.

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He needs this. He needs him. Huaisang's arms slip around him as he's lowered onto the bed, kissing back with an edge of desperation. Seven years. It's been seven years since he'd first fallen in love with this man, back before war and ruin could enter either of their lives. When the kiss breaks, he's gasping and clinging, those words giving him life.

"Make love to me," he begs, staring deeply into Jiang Cheng's eyes. "I can't... I'm not ready yet."

Just like he hadn't been ready to say goodbye all those years ago after they'd eventually had to part ways. Seven years. They've been together seven years. The panic driving hm now isn't unlike what it'd had been back then, either.

"Please, A-Cheng... I don't want to let go. Make me forget I have to. Just for a while."

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His hands move, cupping Huaisang's face as he looks down at him, his eyes taking in every detail before he's leaning down to kiss him again when Huaisang stops speaking, the kiss demanding this time, more aggressive than he's probably used to.

But they've both changed so much over the years since their first kiss. Jiang Cheng's hands move, fingers undoing the belt, pushing his robe open as he breaks the kiss, dips his head to at Huaisang's collarbone before he sucks a mark there, one of the spots they both favor.

And then he's catching a nipple between his teeth, tongue flicking over slowly, eyes flicking up to watch his face.

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Huaisang welcomes the aggression, moaning into the kiss as he tries to restrain himself from biting back in return. Jiang Cheng won't give up on him and right now, that's fine. He needs him to stay focused on him, to keep him from remembering how all of this has to end someday.

His eyes close, brow furrowing as he concentrates on being kissed, being undressed, being mark, experiencing each and every sensation as if it's the last time it'll ever happen. He reaches down to undo Jiang Cheng's hair, running his fingers through until it's free just the way he likes it.

Huaisang's expression is still tense, still with that constant undercurrent of pain and sorrow that surfaced from within the day his brother had died and his world had come crashing down. But it's slowly starting to relax slightly.

They may changed a lot since their first kiss but the bond between them hasn't. Now that his brother's gone, it's the strongest personal tie he has left.

"Please, A-Cheng, more... I want to stay yours," he murmurs.

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His hair settles around his face, brushes against skin as his head moves, teeth tugging the nipple before he's moving to the other, breathing Huaisang's name at the hand in his hair. His hand slides down, wraps around Huaisang to begin stroking him, grip firm and pace slow.

And then he's down between his legs, lips wrapping around the head of Huaisang's cock as his hand keeps moving, his tongue just teasing the slit.

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"A-Cheng," he whimpers his name as that hand closes around him and starts moving, crying out softly when Jiang Cheng takes the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Pain and love twist inside him, making him that much more sensitive to his lover's attentions and the sensations that much more intense. His fingers twine in Jiang Cheng's hair in the way that's become habit for him when they've done this over the years, hips arching up to seek more stimulation.

"Please... I need you..."