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[fengkuang]

[ they never really come to an agreement in the traditional sense of the word. yeah, sure, they live together, spend heats and ruts together, would tear out the tongues of any asshole dumb enough to hit on one of them but there is no read adhesion to traditional roles and certainly no compliance to the unwritten social constructions about how to appropriately behave in regards to secondary genders. (okay, alright, maybe a little bit of adhesion to them but if you ever tell Xue Yang he is a good, delicate little omega to his face he will wear your goddamned rib cage as a hat).

Song Lan is a (relatively) quiet alpha, keeps his distance more than others might (especially to Xue Yang but -- well not gonna deal with that right now), but makes sure that neither of them ever really lack anything they need (or want, because Xue Yang is well aware that Xingchen isn't the only one that keeps the not-so-secret candy cupboard stocked). Xue Yang drives them both a little crazy with his reckless behaviour and sharp tongue, with his constant movement (it's almost as if he were a shark and not a human and, should he stop he might just perish). and Xingchen--

Xingchen is the glue that keeps all three of them together; he's the string that is looped between Xue Yang's ribs and tied tightly around Song Lan's heart. and no matter what the two might hiss and snarl about between themselves, they both agree that Xingchen is a goddamned angel of a being. and while he can't speak for Song Lan, Xue Yang still often wonders how the hell he managed to find himself in orbit around someone so bright and warm that he should be burned to ash.

but really-- it works for them.

it's one of the quieter nights tonight, and Xue Yang finds himself not actually wanting to do anything other than wrap himself around Xingchen and demand affection (actually, he would also wrap himself around Zichen but-- he wants affection, so maybe not right now). which he does. he worms his way into Xingchen's lap while the other is reading, all bright eyes and misleading grin as he blinks up beneath the edge of the book, shifting so that his legs dangled off the edge of the couch. his eyes glancing briefly over to where Zichen sits also reading before they are back on Xingchen.

god, why are his boyfriends both nerds.]

I'm bored.

[ it's said to the room in general, to them both. and it means 'pay attention to him'.

otherwise he might start knocking things off counters.]