[ when they first met, Xue Yang had no intention of staying longer than the night. he can't even remember what made him stop in the dim lights of the club that night, what made his eyes linger on the flash of white in the dark, the soft smile that was far too innocent for a place like this, all he knows is that he did. something made him still, press against shadows that lingered to watch just a little star struck (familiar, he was familiar to him even then). and later, when he has blood on his knuckles and bruises on his cheekbones (nothing like the last time they met, when he was steps from death in a ditch just waiting for it to end), he went back to see if that radiance was still there, and pleased when it was.
(less pleased with the fact that someone seems to be glued to his back, hovering and protective. but that didn't matter, he was curious and stubborn and he wanted to know. wanted to put bloodied hands on that purity and ruin.)
it was just curiosity at first, but Xingchen was kind and radiant in ways he had never known, and one night turned into two, into a week, into breakfast with cartoons and texts about dinner. they never talked about it, it just became.
(and the longer they were together, the more he remembered. the more he remembered how he was the one to ruin this, how in their past life and in this one, he is the one that gets to leave the lasting marks, no one else. takes comfort in that fact.)
he leaves another kiss against Xingchen's skin.]
Mmm, nice. Right.
[ stupid. someone won't be dancing for much longer. just because his boyfriend couldn't figure out he was being hit on didn't mean that Yang had to let it slide. he watches, eyes sharp as a hand presses to his neck (has a similar thought, his teeth on Xingchen's throat, blood welling on his tongue, but he doesn't tear, oh no, he teases until Xingchen can't breathe, can't speak, before reminding him again and again that he will always be Xue Yang's, their fates are tied together), and shrugs.]
For you, I would. Can't be all that different from fighting, right? [ a wild grin, laughter in the slant of his brows as he tugs on the door.]] I will behave as long as I am given reason to, thank you. And green or black?
[ because clearly he will order for you. even if he also isn't letting go.]
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Date: 2019-12-22 04:25 am (UTC)(less pleased with the fact that someone seems to be glued to his back, hovering and protective. but that didn't matter, he was curious and stubborn and he wanted to know. wanted to put bloodied hands on that purity and ruin.)
it was just curiosity at first, but Xingchen was kind and radiant in ways he had never known, and one night turned into two, into a week, into breakfast with cartoons and texts about dinner. they never talked about it, it just became.
(and the longer they were together, the more he remembered. the more he remembered how he was the one to ruin this, how in their past life and in this one, he is the one that gets to leave the lasting marks, no one else. takes comfort in that fact.)
he leaves another kiss against Xingchen's skin.]
Mmm, nice. Right.
[ stupid. someone won't be dancing for much longer. just because his boyfriend couldn't figure out he was being hit on didn't mean that Yang had to let it slide. he watches, eyes sharp as a hand presses to his neck (has a similar thought, his teeth on Xingchen's throat, blood welling on his tongue, but he doesn't tear, oh no, he teases until Xingchen can't breathe, can't speak, before reminding him again and again that he will always be Xue Yang's, their fates are tied together), and shrugs.]
For you, I would. Can't be all that different from fighting, right? [ a wild grin, laughter in the slant of his brows as he tugs on the door.]] I will behave as long as I am given reason to, thank you. And green or black?
[ because clearly he will order for you. even if he also isn't letting go.]