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Sounds to me like daozhang can wear the uniform better than they can. If it has undergarments, that means it's supposed to have that sort of appeal, right? The one where undergarments make a difference...

But if daozhang is too embarrassed, then that's a problem too. Maybe you'll be able to get used to it?

[Of course he's embarrassed with all the talk of appeal and thought of the undergarments, but...

He's quiet as he looks at the other man from the corner of his eye, curious.]

Are you simply suggesting this because it's what you would like?

[It's not accusing, he just knows that his friend at times can make suggestions for thinly-veiled reasons! Though he's fairly sure that the other man has never seen him in clothing aside from what he usually wears.]

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[ Xue Yang thinks it over for a moment (or pretends to), then chuckles. ]

I haven't seen daozhang in clothing like that, so how would I know if I like it? But if it's you, daozhang, I think I like a lot of things.

[ If it's anyone, actually, but Xiao Xingchen in particular has the handsome looks of a cultivator without pissing off Xue Yang. ]

[With a soft laugh and a light shake of his head, Xiao Xingchen turns around and holds out the cup of ginseng tea to his friend.]

Then since it's from me, I hope you also like caring for yourself.

[It does reaffirm his choice to give it a try, but thinking about it too much might embarrass himself enough to change his mind, so it's better that they get to the more important subject.

Once the other man takes it, Xiao Xingchen walks past him to lead to a place in here where they can sit and talk some more.]

[ Xue Yang's expression shifts to one of surprised, caught off-guard by Xiao Xingchen's clever pivot. After a moment he takes the tea, scrunches up his face, and sticks his tongue out at Xiao Xingchen, but even that is accompanied by a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He takes a small sip (it's too hot, but that's not what causes him to pause and give a very slight shudder), then brings the cup with him to sit next to Xiao Xingchen on the large bed, the only thing of note in the small dwelling relative to any random abandoned place.

Most of the furniture is the grandiose, tall style that seems to characterize most places in this city, something that even after all this time Xue Yang is only somewhat used to. The tables are far too tall to sit beside reasonably, requiring chairs with long legs to make them usable. Sitting on a bed at least makes it feel less foreign, and Xue Yang settles close enough that their shoulders are touching, the warm cup held in his hands. ]

Did I make you worry, daozhang?

[ It's such a funny thought. ]

[Xiao Xingchen's gaze is on his hands in his own lap.]

Of course. How could I not worry?

[He's worried for others almost all the time since he arrived and found who else had come with him.]

Before we were brought here, I didn't want to think of what would happen if I... couldn't protect you.

[Only by the grace of the Augur has he not had to withstand the loss that should have come with that failure. He wouldn’t be feeling this warmth between them, or the chance to chat like this again-- it'd be all gone, leaving Xiao Xingchen with only emptiness in its place.]

[ Xue Yang manages not to laugh at the confirmation. ]

But it's not as bad in this place, right, daozhang? I'm still here now.

[ He leans a little more against Xiao Xingchen for a moment as if to reinforce the words. ]

It was only a few days. I'm a little tired but I otherwise don't even feel that different. We really don't need to worry about death at all.

It isn't something you should become used to. The Augur is the one that does this for us, but what do you suppose would happen if it one day stopped?

[Xiao Xingchen feels doubly indebted to it now, but he still doesn't entirely trust anything here to stay constant.]

Even if the Augur is powerful, it cannot control everything here. Something such as a more powerful storm might damage it.

[He turns to the man beside him, an entreating expression.]

You have another chance, but I still don't want you to take any more risks.

[ There's a pause, then Xue Yang chuckles. ]

Back home, wasn't it daozhang who was the one takings risks with night hunting most nights? Surely it wasn't just to keep me safe.

[ Before Xiao Xingchen can respond to that, he shifts the topic slightly. ]

Because it's daozhang asking, I'll do what I can. But there's all sorts of unfamiliar things here. Even if I try to be safe, we never know what's going to happen. Doing what I can doesn't guarantee anything.

[ A deliberate barbed reassurance. Both trying to set some fears to rest while stirring up others, it leaves Xue Yang an opening in case something happens to him yet again, while at the same time keeping Xiao Xingchen from worrying too much without allowing him to fully relax either. ]

[As much as Xiao Xingchen knows it's true, he can only hope and do what he can. Surely his friend knows that too.

Xiao Xingchen has been so used to acting older, though he's sure they can't be too far apart in age. But for a moment, he wishes the man would indulge him a little, doing something to comfort him. He doesn't want to jostle the man's cup, however.

For now, he just leans a little more heavily into the other man.]

Your tea should be cooler now. Make sure to finish it all.

[ He sticks out his tongue again, but the gesture has no more malice to it than it did before. ]

Daozhang, you don't let me get away with anything, do you?

[ Aside from everything he's already gotten away with.

But he soon relents, drinking the cup down a few sips at a time. He dislikes the bitter flavor, though the feeling of his scalded taste buds from the earlier hot liquid cuts the flavor slightly and makes the experience more palatable.

It feels like there's far too much liquid in the cup, but finally it's all gone. ]

There. Just like daozhang wanted.

[The tongue also only makes him laugh. Should it be as cute as it is?]

Very good.

[Xiao Xingchen holds out his hand for the other man to give him the cup, intent on washing it along with what else he used to make it. Indeed, in this place he doesn't feel like a guest as much as someone who is merely out of his home for most hours of the day.]

You were only going to have something sweet right after, so what trouble would you have with a bitter taste?

[ And Xue Yang accordingly hands it over. It's all too easy and comfortable to slip back into a routine together.

He pushes himself off the bed and follows Xiao Xingchen back to the kitchen, detouring on the way to grab the box of pastries. ]

It doesn't make it taste any better before then.

[ He picks up the pastry he'd been eating before and takes an exaggerated bite of it. ]

[After washing everything quickly but thoroughly, Xiao Xingchen puts everything in its proper place before turning around. An idea comes to mind that isn't very much like their usual routine back home, and yet, he doesn't mind it. At least now he isn't doing this instead of speaking-- besides, this change to their old lives isn't one he minds at all.

With a smile, he taps at the tip of his finger at the corner of his lips.]

If you'll be certain to take good care of yourself, and not do anything dangerous, I will also give you something else to... taste...

[No, he didn't manage to say that with a straight face, the line of his lips wiggling as he suppresses a laugh and a flush crawls over his face. Still, he might feel sad if that wasn't at least a little smooth.

Will his friend give him any face?]

[ Enough face to respond to the suggestion, but not enough face to not laugh first. ]

Oh? What sort of thing could daozhang be offering me? If it's a reward, I bet it's something good...

[Xiao Xingchen can only endure his the laughter as he walks closer. Placing a finger under the other man's chin, he gently tilts it up as he leans over the box of pastries between them and catches the other man's lips with feather-light kiss.

It only lingers for a moment before he pulls back, laughing softly.]

I suppose you're the one who truly tastes sweet.

[If there's something he's grateful for about this world, it's that he can spoil his friend in all kinds of new ways.]

[ Xue Yang goes quiet for a moment, dumbstruck, but then something twists inside him. It's sharp, and tight, and he doesn't like the feeling of it but it feels a lot like what he felt as he caught Xiao Xingchen in his arms and carried him to bed after releasing him from the cage.

He laughs again, unable to suppress the edge it has, because if he doesn't laugh then the only other way he knows how to handle this feeling is through violence.

Isn't it great? Isn't it hilarious? The great Xiao Xingchen being this affectionate towards Xue Yang of all people. He ducks his head to obscure his expression for a moment, not trusting himself not to grin a little too widely, clutching the box a little too tightly in his arms. ]

Daozhang.

[ His voice is heavy, and he suddenly reaches out, grabs Xiao Xingchen's robe, pulls the two of them close together, and shoves his face against Xiao Xingchen's neck. He's still making a dangerous expression, and he knows it. ]

Let's do it. Right now.

[ Xue Yang needs to get this energy out before he stabs someone. ]

[The strange sort of tone in the laugh takes Xiao Xingchen aback for a moment-- should he give up on trying to talk in this "charming" kind of way? He didn't realize it might be received like this, causing a flicker of shame in him.

But before he can say any more, his friend has jerked him forward and burrowed against his neck.

He blinks with wide eyes at his friend's words.]

H-Here?

[Looking up, his gaze falls onto the kitchen counter besides them. It is a flat surface they can use. Both of them have already experienced much stranger places to have sex, so... while this all still feels a bit strange, he nudges the other man towards it.]

If I had known words like that would have such an effect [a quick, nervous laugh] I might have used them earlier.

[Though he's off-balance enough that his strange feeling hasn't gone away, he's certainly not against this proposition.]

Yeah, here.

[ He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Xiao Xinghen's neck, then nibbles, as the two of them move to the counter. Xue Yang is doing everything he can not to lash out, to keep himself contained. Is it because there isn't enough aphrodisiac in his system after dying and coming back? Or is it really just because of what Xiao Xingchen said and did?

It's not something he can dwell on right now. He pries the box of pastries, now more visibly crushed, out from between them and hastily leaves it on the counter out of the way so he can press in even closer. He rolls his hips against Xiao Xingchen and gives a half-moan at the pressure on his erection.

He doesn't know how he's going to handle getting fucked by Xiao Xingchen when he's still grinning a murderer's grin, but he'll figure something out.

Xue Yang's next nip is a little harsher than he normally allows himself to do to Xiao Xingchen. ]

[The harsh teeth on his neck elicits a surprised gasp-- has something gotten into his friend? Perhaps he's more excited than usual? Whatever the reason is, he pushes the strange feeling aside, his misgivings melting away as their hips meet and his own cock quickly starts to respond in turn.

He pulls at the other man's belt, loosening it and quickly pulling the layers open. Only after a brief moment to think does he take the man by his hips to turn him around, pressing him against the counter.]

[In a low voice:] Place your hands on that.

[After all, he did recently find how it felt to be fucked from behind, bent at the waist-- he understands how it's done.]

[ When Xiao Xingchen directs Xue Yang to turn around, he takes the opportunity as a chance to keep his expression hidden. He ducks his head again as he turns, and then it's easy enough like this. All he needs to do is brace himself.

He doesn't miss how this is imitating the way he fucked Xiao Xingchen in the cage, and the thought fills him with glee. It means that no one else had fucked Xiao Xingchen quite this way before. It's clear evidence that Xue Yang is teaching him new things, even now. ]

Like this, daozhang? [ He presses his hips back in eagerness. ] I wonder if I could take you without any preparation at all. [ Xue Yang certainly feels excited enough to try. ]

[Xiao Xingchen brushes his friend's hair over one shoulder, placing a soft kiss at the base of his neck.]

I won't risk hurting you.

[Even if he's already so hard, that thought keeps him in check-- especially after what he's learned just before this. From his sleeve, he takes out the lube that he keeps on hand all the time now. He even takes a moment to warm it between his fingers.

The importance of doing this properly outweighs any embarrassment of the expectation that comes with holding onto this. Even if his words are gentle, he also won't compromise about this here.]

[ It makes Xue Yang press his nails into the countertop just to feel pressure. Nine fingers, because even though it looks like his left pinky is there, he doesn't actually feel anything from it when he focuses on it enough to notice.

Of course Xiao Xingchen wouldn't want to hurt him. That's how he is, right? ]

Then daozhang, please be quick.

[ He even said please, a hint in his voice almost like begging as he pushes his hips out for Xiao Xingchen. ]

[With one hand reaching around and slipping underneath the loose robes, Xiao Xingchen brushes his thumb against the other man's nipple, peppering light kisses along his neck. Though he glances up, he can't see anything of his friend's expression from this angle.

Just a moment ago, Xiao Xingchen felt a casual, pleasant atmosphere between the two of them-- in the blink of an eye, they were like this once more. Had he misread something? Is there something about his death that's affected him more than even he'd like to admit, despite how casual he's acted about it? Though his friend never appeared to let anything trouble him before...

He still acquiesces to his friend's wish, slipping his slicked fingers between them, pressing at the entrance before slipping one inside. In that voice he hears a desperation unlike anything he's heard from him before, and it catches him between worry and some other strange feeling. Xiao Xingchen doesn't want to think too much of his own reaction and the twitch in his cock, but perhaps it's the feeling of being wanted-- no, needed. As selfish as the thought is, even if he knows he shouldn't want anyone to need him, that can be sweeter than any candy.]

Alright.

[As soon as he's sure about the first finger, the second one joins it, pushing against the walls to stretch them some more.]

[ The touch of his nipple and the light kisses get soft gasps and murmurs, but it's nothing like the reaction to Xiao Xingchen pressing into him. The moan that Xue Yang gives is unrestrained and completely shameless, and the moment those fingers are inside of him he pushes himself back and sinks down around them. He doesn't even bother to wait the couple seconds to adjust before he starts to shift his hips, and soon he's all but fucking himself on Xiao Xingchen's fingers.

It's at least something, movement to start getting his inexplicable surge of aggressive energy out of his system. ]

Daozhang...

[ Somehow, he needs to hold himself together until this urge passes. He just came back to life; he doesn't need Xiao Xingchen to watch him stab someone already. ]

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