The air is heavy. The metal of the handcuffs digs into Wei Ying’s wrist; even the padding, at this point, won’t stop the way it cuts into his skin. Lan Zhan sometimes won’t talk to him, won’t look at him. Wei Ying wonders what he’s thinking. If Lan Zhan plans on reporting it if he finds out. Dissolving their engagement. Their relationship. Them.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying knows he doesn’t want that. This thing he has with Lan Zhan has evolved so steadily, so quickly\u2014first from thinking about his cock at all hours of the day, how Lan Zhan roughs him up so nicely, bruises and bite marks all down his neck and chest and thighs. To something that’s just\u00a0there<\/em>, reliable\u2014they fit together so well, Lan Zhan slotting into his life, routine; quiet to Wei Ying’s loud, petty to Wei Ying’s overcompensation. Like how their fingers slot together when they hold hands, not tender but just right. Like the spaces between their fingers were meant for each other.<\/p>\n Now there’s such a space between them that Wei Ying doesn’t know where he stands. But that too makes him shiver. He can’t risk the Death Note now when he doesn’t know what Lan Zhan would do, but a part of him\u2014a part of him imagines Lan Zhan’s ethical disgust. A hot jolt of lust runs through Wei Ying. If Lan Zhan didn’t report him, would he\u2014would he try to keep Wei Ying here? Captive, only for Lan Zhan to control? To monitor, to keep? Not letting Wei Ying out, watching his every move, forbidding the outside world from ever seeing him again. Making him food, not letting Wei Ying out of his sight, not to use the bathroom or anything.<\/p>\n Taking him to bed at night, trapping Wei Ying with his body. Fucking him especially when Wei Ying doesn’t ask for it, isn’t hard, doesn’t want it. Lan Zhan fucking into him anyway, big and warm and dry. Hard and biting and rough like he might fuck the justice, the goodness back into Wei Ying.<\/p>\n It’s a nice thought. For Wei Ying, it’s a\u00a0really<\/em>\u00a0nice thought. He shivers and looks at Lan Zhan across the couch, reading serenely. His fianc\u00e9 is full of surprises.<\/p>\n Two fingers. Wei Ying brings them to the top of Lan Zhan’s arm, dances them down his sleeve to Lan Zhan’s wrist like his fingers are walking. “Lan Zhan,” he says.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan doesn’t look up.<\/p>\n He’d fucked Wei Ying so well this morning, big and dry like Wei Ying’s body was nothing. “Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying says again. “I’m bored. Play chopsticks with me.”<\/p>\n Lan Zhan turns a page in his book.<\/p>\n “Lan Zhaaan.” Wei Ying remembers the feeling of Lan Zhan’s fingers in his hair in the shower. Massaging his shampoo through it, meeting his eyes but dark, searching, like Wei Ying was on the verge of telling him his secret. Wei Ying was not. It’s\u2014cute how Lan Zhan wants to know.<\/p>\n But Wei Ying does not know what the long term effects would be. He would rather Lan Zhan keep him here forever.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan continues reading. “Do what you would like to entertain yourself.”<\/p>\n “Ugh. My fianc\u00e9’s no fun.” Wei Ying grins a little when he sees Lan Zhan tense at the epithet. If he won’t be entertained, then goading it is. “Whatever should I do by myself though, hm?”<\/p>\n He looks around the room, in an act. Lan Zhan does not lift his head up, but Wei Ying knows he is not reading anymore, that he\u2019s watching Wei Ying out of the corner of his eyes. Lan Zhan does that. It’s one of the things that Wei Ying loves about him.<\/p>\n “Well, there’s nothing here,” Wei Ying sighs, a lie: though the tv is disconnected, they have Chinese literature and furniture magazines. “Guess I’ll just have to make do with myself.”<\/p>\n He sees Lan Zhan’s eyes sharpen, and smirks to himself. Dances his own fingers over his chest, tweaking his nipples, pulling at the collar of his loose shirt. “I do like playing with myself,” he says, threading his fingers below his shirt. He rubs the warm skin of his stomach, imagining it as Lan Zhan’s big calloused fingers. God. “I have so many sensitive body parts, it’s so easy to find one to play with and tease. I really like it when\u2014ah<\/em>!” The sharp shock of pinching his own nipple goes straight to his cock. “I really like having my nipples played with, you know. If only there was someone to bite them\u2026”<\/p>\n Lan Zhan still has his gaze fixed on his book, though he hasn’t turned a page in a long time. Wei Ying hums and sprawls on the couch, leaning a bit into Lan Zhan’s side. His shirt rides up, exposing his flat belly.<\/p>\n His other hand worms down to the elastic of his pants.<\/p>\n “And of course, I have\u00a0so<\/em>\u00a0much fun down here,” Wei Ying says, trailing his fingers through his pubic hair. A tease for himself, until he makes it to the base of his cock. Under Lan Zhan’s gaze, it’s already half hard. “There’s just\u2014hnn\u2014I’m so sensitive down here. But I love it when it hurts a little. I love touching myself.” He takes himself into hand raw, rubs and gasps.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan, still, does not react.<\/p>\n Wei Ying loves the sound of his own voice, but there’s only so much a man can do in front of his fianc\u00e9 before it gets frustrating. He decides to pull out the big guns.<\/p>\n “But I think my favorite,” he says, and shimmies out of his sweatpants. “My favorite is back\u2014oh!<\/em>\u2014back here.”<\/p>\n The interjection is exaggerated; the sensation is not. His middle finger prods at his tight entrance, still wet from this morning. Wet with Lan Zhan’s come and nothing else. “It’s so swollen,” Wei Ying says, tracing his finger, closing his eyes. “From this morning, but so slick inside too. Ah, gege’s cum is so potent, so warm. I thought I had been filled enough for it to stay in my stomach, but there’s still some dribbling out\u2014ah, it’s on my thighs, I think it’s going to dirty the couch. Sorry\u2014”<\/p>\n His rambling is interrupted by a sharp grab at the thick flesh of his thighs, so hard that bruises are already forming on his milky skin. Wei Ying shouts and shoots his eyes open\u2014Lan Zhan’s discarded his book, moved to the floor in front of Wei Ying, turning his entire body over with an entire hand. His eyes are dark and fierce, and Wei Ying suddenly feels immobile and small.<\/p>\n “Shut up,” Lan Zhan growls, and uses his other hand to shove three fingers inside.<\/p>\n It’s far too much\u2014but Lan Zhan’s never known to be delicate. Wei Ying squeals at the fullness, walls tensing, hole puffy and sensitive. “Lan\u2014” he tries, but Lan Zhan smacks him three times on the thigh with the flat of his palm.<\/p>\n Red blooms there. Tears spring to Wei Ying’s eyes.<\/p>\n “Shut up,” Lan Zhan says again.<\/p>\n His other hand hasn’t let go, pressing into Wei Ying so hard that he might leave a permanent mark. It’s the hand that’s chained to Wei Ying’s, and when Lan Zhan pulls it away, fucking yanks it to flip Wei Ying’s body around, Wei Ying cries out.<\/p>\n But the pain is no match for how exposed he feels, on his stomach on the couch, practically kneeling and bent in half for Lan Zhan. Wei Ying sobs and Lan Zhan says, “Put something in your mouth,” and then there’s a swish of fabric, and a fast, sinking pressure into Wei Ying’s hole.<\/p>\n Fuck, fuck,\u00a0fuck<\/em>. It’s still so big, so fucking much, and Wei Ying obeys, spreading his mouth on the back couch cushion to muffle his sounds. Digs his teeth in, his saliva as Lan Zhan’s cock pushes through the come that’s already in there and nothing else, to crawl into Wei Ying’s body again. Wei Ying instinctively twists and turns and Lan Zhan slaps his ass with his unchained hand, as he thrusts in. “Behave,” Lan Zhan says, and fucks him.<\/p>\n Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan doesn’t want to hear his voice, but he can’t shut up, burying his sounds into the couch cushion. Lan Zhan pulls both of Wei Ying’s wrists together, pins them behind his back with the chained hand as he pinches bruises and welts into Wei Ying’s hip with the other. His thrusts are slow, a drag, so fucking deep that Wei Ying’s head is swimming with it. It’s filthy, makes Wei Ying feel both fucked out and not fucked enough, loose and wet for Lan Zhan but not of his own volition. Salt tears and snot fall down his face, into the fabric. He’s salivating all over the green cushion like a child.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan makes a disgruntled noise. Wei Ying can tell because he stops fucking in, even with Wei Ying bent in half, nothing but his ass for Lan Zhan. Wei Ying’s dark and sore cock between his thighs feels like an afterthought\u2014he wants this to be good for Lan Zhan. Wants to be used.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan says, “Up,” but it’s proprietary, jerking Wei Ying by the wrist, lifting his torso. His cock stays in Wei Ying as he stands them up, both still with their shirts on, pants off.<\/p>\n “Walk,” says Lan Zhan, pushing Wei Ying forward. Wei Ying whimpers\u2014he expects Wei Ying to walk when Wei Ying’s legs feel weak from getting fucked out?<\/p>\n But Lan Zhan shoves him forward, and Wei Ying walks.<\/p>\n It’s a bit of an awkward journey; Wei Ying doesn’t know where they’re going, until Lan Zhan steers him in the direction of their bedroom. There, he pushes Wei Ying onto the bed stomach first, cock slipping out for the barest of moments. Wei Ying groans unhappily till Lan Zhan sheathes himself back in, into Wei Ying’s motionless facedown body, covering him like a blanket.<\/p>\n Like he wants to bury him. Suffocate him.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan starts again with full body thrusts. Agonizingly slow, and Wei Ying moans until Lan Zhan slaps his hip again. Wei Ying buries his head in the pillow\u2014it smells like Lan Zhan’s sandalwood shampoo\u2014and mouths his sounds there. Lan Zhan fucks into him so deep, each thrust of his cock punctuated, making Wei Ying feel every centimeter. Till it feels like it could go to his stomach, his heart, his throat. Wei Ying is nothing beneath him.<\/p>\n Wei Ying’s thighs tremble. He wants it, wants it, wants more. The girth of Lan Zhan’s cock is overwhelming to the rough fabric against his own. Lan Zhan flattens himself into Wei Ying’s back as his balls slap Wei Ying’s thighs again, their knees pressed together, like they’re spooning again, except\u2014not. Lan Zhan could crush him. Wei Ying wants him to.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan’s hands hover above them, but he tugs Wei Ying’s chained hand back. Laces his fingers with his own from behind, grabs the other, pins his body down with both his hands and tangled legs and cock. Their engagement rings clink. Wei Ying’s drooling and crying and moaning into the pillow as Lan Zhan heaves each stretch of his cock into Wei Ying torturously. Wei Ying is so full with it. Like he’ll overflow. Like Lan Zhan will take control of every part of his body from inside and out, until Wei Ying doesn’t know anything anymore, anything about programs or philosophy or the Death Note, just Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan everywhere.<\/p>\n Then the pace increases, slowly. Not fast but still rough, bruising, almost where Wei Ying wants it to be (relentless, thoughtless, animalistic), and Wei Ying wants to gag for more. But Lan Zhan doesn’t let up, the rhythm sending sparks through his body, the torture of pleasure, not enough, Lan Zhan’s palm pressing into his knuckles, the heel of his hands sunk into Wei Ying’s wrists. Wei Ying can only blink back tears against his pillowcase, not even bothering to lift his head, just taking it and taking it.<\/p>\n But it’s so fucking\u2014it’s still so fucking good, and Wei Ying can hear Lan Zhan breathing heavier, on the verge of it, losing it. Taking his chances, he turns his head to the side, says against the saliva soaked pillowcase, “C’mon, Lan Zhan, fuck me, punish me, god. I’m so bad Lan Zhan, you don’t\u2014you don’t know, don’t you want to punish me with your cock? Lan Zhan, please\u2014”<\/p>\n Lan Zhan grunts and bites Wei Ying’s shoulder, hard, splits skin, and Wei Ying shuts up by crying out. And Lan Zhan fucks into him ruthlessly, rocking the bed, so hard that the frame might break, and it’s all Wei Ying wants, yes, everything, Lan Zhan’s cock, Lan Zhan’s come, Lan Zhan’s fingers laced in his.<\/p>\n Wei Ying makes steady moaning noises as Lan Zhan approaches the edge, lifts his calves up, curls them around Lan Zhan’s knees to keep him there. Pushes him up a bit, keeping him inside, clinging, feet locking around the back of Lan Zhan thighs and Lan Zhan is\u2014<\/p>\n With a dark groan, Lan Zhan’s come fills Wei Ying hard and thick and nasty, cock pulsing deep into him as he stills and empties himself instead. Wei Ying moans and grinds against the bed; two ruts and he’s done for, spilling onto the sheets with the barest amount of friction. It’s impersonal and wrings him out and so so good, face buried into the pillow, Lan Zhan buried in him. His thighs and shoulders shake when it’s only a bit of come drooling out of his dick, into the wet spot.<\/p>\n His oversensitive hole feels good. But Lan Zhan slips out because maybe he doesn’t want to fill Wei Ying, to fix him. To be dirtied by him. A bit of his come dribbles out of Wei Ying. Wei Ying tightens, instinctively.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan pays him no mind, rolling off of Wei Ying’s body, the chains of their handcuffs clanking, by his side instead. He breathes heavier than usual, staving off his own orgasm. Wei Ying turns his head to him, too loose-limbed to face him properly.<\/p>\n The afternoon light shines on Lan Zhan’s long elegant nose. Perfect profile; Wei Ying wants to kiss him. Wei Ying wants to do all sorts of things to him.<\/p>\n Wei Ying wants Lan Zhan to find out. To kiss Wei Ying and tells him he agrees, that this power of a god is deserving, that Wei Ying’s using it well. That deciding who lives and dies is a thrill, a rush that they both deserve.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan breathes, “I do not know who you are anymore.”<\/p>\n It hurts, a little. Hurts Wei Ying’s chest, but he shifts, holds Lan Zhan’s hand. Lan Zhan doesn’t let go.<\/p>\n “Of course you do,” Wei Ying says. “I’m who I’ve always been. I haven’t changed, Lan Zhan.”<\/p>\n Lan Zhan says, “I do not know who I am anymore, either.”<\/p>\n Wei Ying strokes his fingers. “I know you,” he says, because he does\u2014everything Lan Zhan’s ever given to him, he wants. “I love you,” he says.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan squeezes his fingers, so tight that the bones might break. 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