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Chu Wanning, Yuheng of the Night Sky, Beidou Immortal

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[ chu wanning has always prided himself on being a practical man, not given to fantastical thoughts about love and romance. there had never been a need for relationships or anything romantic, especially when life dictated he feasts on others to survive. but mo ran makes him feel something odd, something he's never considered before. what might it be like to consider having a relationship, someone there in his life, in different ways than just the few friendships he has.

he thinks briefly of having mo ran there.

but mo ran's lips are a distraction. maybe even something more than a distraction; chu wanning can't focus, can't concentrate on anything else but the feeling of his lips and those half dozen small kisses. he's probably kissed mo ran more times in just a few days than he's kissed all of his former partners in his life.

it feels nice, and he melts against mo ran, even though something in the back of his mind whispers he shouldn't. they have only known each other for a short time, and mo ran is beautiful and popular and has so much going for him. living with an old, grumpy man couldn't possibly be good for him. even dating him would surely have its downsides. but any objections are lost in the kisses, dissuaded by the stirring in his swimsuit, chu wanning's own arousal hitting suddenly and forcefully. he draws in a sharp breath as mo ran nips his lobe and then moves lower, his knees suddenly weak.

even though there's no blood loss, no actual bite, chu wanning wonders if this is what it feels like when he bites his victims. it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts and make sense of the question. ] Yes. Heightened passions are evident in the blood, and it's best when there is arousal. [ it's much better than fear, or anything else, and he wonders what mo ran would taste like while they made love.

he shifts and presses against mo ran, tilting his head back even as he tangles a hand in mo ran's damp hair, holding him close. ] It is riskier, though.

[ it makes him smile the way chu wanning makes talking about drinking blood sound sort of professional, when he speaks of heightened passions like he could give a lecture about it. mo ran presses one last kiss to his throat before pulling away to nuzzle their noses together. he's just like an affectionate puppy and most of his past lovers, the ones who do not know who mo ran is beyond his facade, would fail to recognize this behaviour of his. the truth is that he's been more himself in the time spent with chu wanning than with anyone else. ]

Riskier for me? Because it'd be harder for you to stop? Or for you because you could get addicted to the taste and want it again? [ he asks softly, earnestly curious. he holds the other's hand and tugs him along towards one of the benches there, where his bag lays, his towel on top. he lets go of the older to wrap the towel around his hips and fix it, before he expertly wiggles out of his swimming pants from underneath without an inch of skin shown.

once he's done with that, he sits down and pulls wanning into his lap, the fluffy towel the only layer between them. whether the older wants to sit astride him or sideways, he leaves it to him. he just catches his hands and peppers kisses all over his knuckles. it's a wonder to feel him warm. ] How long had you been going without blood before we met? You felt so cold, it made me worry so much. [ his face scrunches up a little in a pout. ]

[ chu wanning isn't used to such affections, especially not from men as beautiful as mo ran, and he flushes through his pallor as mo ran tugs him along to the benches and his things. chu wanning hadn't even noticed them; a shame, he might have been able to sneak in and leave the jacket still around his shoulders.

(it's for the best that he didn't, but chu wanning won't admit that aloud. or acknowledge it. he's there, with mo ran, but acknowledging that there might have been an easier way to get him the jacket means he has to confront his own desire, and chu wanning isn't good with that.) ]

Both. You are.... [ he trails off, his gaze dropping to mo ran's neck, where his pulse beats heavily; chu wanning can hear the rush of blood through his veins and the beat of his heart if he focuses. ] Very appealing. [ which is an understatement. mo ran is positively addicting.

he looks away from mo ran as he wriggles out of his swimming pants, although he watches from the corner of his eye, so he's not too shocked when mo ran pulls him into his lap. it's a little awkward at first, but he settles astride his lap, trying not to rest too much of his weight on mo ran's lap. ]

I do not eat often, there is little need. I can go for six weeks without needing to feed. Longer than that, and I risk falling into a madness. But I dislike doing this any sooner.

[ mo ran laughs heartily when after such a long pause he gets called appealing. ] I wondered if you were going to say 'appetizing'. [ he jokes easily, eyes narrowed into crescents as his expression turns bratty and warm. he looks very much his actual age when he's that happy and cheerful; it gives him a nearly boyish charm, despite his large shoulders and his massive proportions. it doesn't strike him at all that he may be the first who jests like that about chu wanning's nature, showing no sign of fear whatsoever.

he studies the differences of their hands while chu wanning thinks about his reply and he's done with kissing all of his digits, lining up heels and palms and resting his fingers against the older's (wow, he has such slender, graceful fingers no matter all the practical things he makes; how can even his fingers look beautiful, goddammit?), before he entwines them, his thumbs brushing against his knuckles. despite their position and how he's technically naked, he's being surprisingly well-behaved for the moment and not the fiend he's generally known as. it's being a struggle, undeniably, because chu wanning takes his breath away and he wants to kiss every inch that makes him, but he wants to prove he can be good, he can be mature --he fully expects chu wanning to complain he's too young some time soon.

the words that fall from his lips (his luscious, kiss-swollen lips that mo ran loves even when they're red with blood, but, oh, he's getting distracted) --the words, he was saying, do surprise him. he fully expected chu wanning to feed as little as possible, but six weeks are far too long for someone to go without any nutrients. ] You found that out by pushing your body to the limit, didn't you? [ he easily assumes, his brows drawing closer in a pained expression. he can fully imagine the hardships chu wanning put himself through to depend as little as possible on others and their blood. ]

You only speak of need, you haven't been kind to yourself at all... [ mo ran muses softly, voice a warm, tender caress, and he inches closer to press their lips together into an equally warm and tender kiss, noise wet and quiet. here's mo ran, used to scratch any itch, no matter how small, no matter the consequences, often selfishly; here's chu wanning, used to take as little as possible and always deny himself. ] You said you dislike doing it sooner... it means you dislike feeding at all, don't you? [ his tone is sweet and he nudges their noses together. ]

How do you do it usually? [ it's a quiet question asked on his lips. he muses it could be hard to answer, so he softens it with little pecks, peppered all over his perfect features, taking his time with it. chu wanning doesn't seem the type who would consider violence or forcefulness an option; but he isn't the type who enjoys flirting or seducing either, from what he's learnt of him in the time they've spent together. whichever way, feeding seems to go against his nature. mo ran thinks he understands why he'd push himself to the very limit of his hunger. ]

[ chu wanning, normally so still and precise, squirms on mo ran's lap. not because he wants to escape, or because he feels uncomfortable, but because it feels like mo ran is looking into his soul, in a way that no one else has ever done before, even when he had been human.

he does level a look at mo ran that might be a glare, but its effects are muted by the flush on his cheeks and his swollen lips. it also softens the more he looks at mo ran, who is charming and handsome, his face cheerful and lovely. how someone like mo ran wants him, chu wanning has no idea, but he's irrationally pleased by it. ] You should not joke about such things.

[ no one has ever joked about it, not like mo ran is now. he's ridiculous, chu wanning thinks fondly and then blushes a little more. he wants to hide his face, especially when talking about this, but there's no way to, other than to bury his face in mo ran's neck, and he doesn't want to do that, not when he's so tempted. there's no need to feed, well-sustained by his actions of the other night, especially when they are discussing such serious topics and in public. the pool might be less public than the bar the other night, but he has no idea of knowing if someone might enter at any moment. even their position is scandalous; he couldn't do more than that. ]

I dislike touching people, or having people touch me. [ he always has, even from his childhood. it is surprising how much he likes mo ran's touch: mo ran's hands around his, the soft kisses, the soft brush of his nose against chu wanning's; it is surprising how much he desires this, doesn't want to move or let go. ] So I figured out how long I could go without feeding. By the end of six weeks, my strength is lessened, but I am still capable of functioning. [ he's still sharp, stronger than any human he's encountered, capable.

he closes his eyes at mo ran's question of how he does it; he would look away, but their positions and closeness keep him from looking away. it's comforting, and chu wanning tightens his arms around mo ran, holding him closer. ] I usually find someone to... flirt with and then draw them away from public and feed from them. The bite is pleasurable if done correctly, and the physical sensations of arousal and the release of hormones from sexual activity heightens that. It is not my preference, but violence is worse. [ he prefers not to hurt people, if he can help it, and pain is much harder to erase from memory, as it lingers in the body longer than pleasure. ]

[ being told he shouldn't joke about it makes him only more amused and he gives an apologetic look that's tinted with mischief, hardly sincere. he can tell chu wanning doesn't mean his glare either, because he's softening so quickly the more he looks into his purple-hued eyes, the ghost of a smile on his kiss-swollen lips. he looks so breathtaking that it's unfair, his iciness completely melted in the warmth of his blush and the soft beauty of his eyes.

he sighs deeply, a sound that comes straight from his soul, when the older man confesses he dislikes touching and being touched, his gaze softening with understanding. he felt a similar kind of disgust when he worked in the pleasure house, though his appetites pushed some of it aside, for him to be able to think of nothing while he kept busy with matters of the flesh; yet he still restrains from simple things like kisses and holding hands, most times went as far as not allowing his lovers to leave marks on him. it's ironic, isn't it, that he let chu wanning do all of that and he looked in him for things he never wanted from anyone. as ironic as it is that, out of everyone, wanning wouldn't recoil from the touch of somebody whose soul is filthier than most, like mo ran.

right because chu wanning reveals that but, instead of drawing away, he holds him tighter, mo ran does the same: both arms wrap around his waist and slip under his shirt, hot fingertips tracing delicate patterns along his pale skin. mo ran can't help the kisses he lays on his jaw, to his ear and behind it, on that sensitive beauty mark of his. he wants to envelope him in safe warmth, especially as he listens to him recounting how he "hunts", if it can be called that, eyes searching chu wanning's face and his eyes for all the signs of discomfort and hurt.

it's mo ran looking pained as he hears the details and he finds it easy to resonate with chu wanning's disgust for himself and the way he has to live. he knows that feeling personally. ] You're such a kind person, Wanning. Putting yourself through something that disgusts you because you'd rather hurt yourself than others. I can't imagine how much you've suffered till now... I'm so sorry. [ he whispers warmly and he hugs him tight now, squeezing him to his chest, the cold of his nipple piercing pressing against the other's chest as his large arms envelope him all, as if he could keep him safe from the world. he's sorry for all that happened to him and, mostly, he's sorry he couldn't meet his before.

he kisses his hair and breathes him in, offering the steady beat of his heart and the heat of his body as sources of comfort. so close, chu wanning may find that the only place to hide is really his neck and mo ran knows it too well. ] You can drink if you want, Wanning. You won't have to look for anyone anymore, you won't have to force yourself through it anymore. You can have me always, I promise. [ the sound of his voice is sweet and low as he tilts his head just a little to bare more of his neck, in case wanning wants to give in. it would be a sign onto their deal, in a way; a handshake to their promise. mo ran will always be there for him. ]

[ there have been people who have been kind to chu wanning, before his turning and even in the years after. they are few and far between, and he remembers each of them, holds their memories dear, and acknowledges the ways in which they managed to be kind to him while he ended up failing them. xue zhengyong is among them, so he can't say it's been a long time since someone was kind to him.

but no one has ever been kind to him the way mo ran has been kind to him. most of the people he knows don't know about his condition, better for all involved, but mo ran knows. mo ran can see through everything he is, to the very core of him, and it's disconcerting and uncomfortable because chu wanning is always uncomfortable with people seeing him. but he feels safe in mo ran's arms, loved and cherished, something worth loving. chu wanning is tall and sharp and proud, capable of handling whatever the world throws at him in his steady, sure arms, and no one has offered to protect him, like mo ran is doing. no more needing to seek anyone else out. no more touching people he doesn't like.

chu wanning isn't sure how long he'll have mo ran. he knows what he's like, temperamental and cranky, and that doesn't endear him to people for long, especially ones so bright and gregarious as mo ran. no one's ever liked him, not this way, and he isn't sure how to be in a relationship. but mo ran's offering something he's never had, something he desperately wants. ]

Mo Ran. [ his voice is soft, a tremble obvious in it. he shouldn't drink more, there's no need, but mo ran tilts his head, presenting his neck. the pool room is empty other than them, with only the sounds from the jets in the pool, and the scent of chlorine around them. the lighting isn't romantic, stark florescent lights overhead. chu wanning shouldn't find this as romantic as he does. ] I—

[ rather than saying anything, he leans in, fangs dropping and eyes flashing, and sinks his fangs into mo ran's neck with a moan. he doesn't drink for long, but he's a little sloppier than usual, eventually pulling back with blood around his lips, a trickle of blood on mo ran's neck from one of the wounds. ]

[ Arousal shoots straight between his legs, that flimsy towel in between them doing little to hide the way he's stirring. He isn't sure which it is, making his length throb like that: the bite itself and how he feels wholly claimed whenever it happens or the way Wanning moans so wantonly around it, like Mo Ran is everything he's ever wanted, and nothing could be more satisfying than his blood. It somewhat embarrasses him, how bad he inherently wishes to please Chu Wanning, to be of use to him: he'll do anything so that someone so out of his league will never leave him.

Mo Ran finds his breathing growing louder and his cock all too easily getting harder the longer Wanning drinks, soft noises escaping him without him even realizing. In the meantime his fingers are playing with his smooth locks, affectionately, his opposite hand tracing patterns along his lower back, under his shirt. When Wanning pulls away and he opens his eyes to look at him, he can't help the breathless fuck that escapes him. How can he be real? ] You're too beautiful to be fair. [ He comments with a deep sigh and it's obvious it's truth and no flattery by how dazed he looks, mesmerized. Someone so completely above him in all ways likes him enough to want to feed from him, even if he's used to drinking little and sparsely. He can't quite believe how lucky he is. ]

You've become a messy eater. [ It's just like if he was chiding a child, with utter softness and the shadow of a laugh in his tone. There's adoration dripping from his gaze and filling the depths of his dimples, but it's obvious how the other's feeding has affected him, his breathing quick and his pupils too large. He's trying really hard to be good, he's making a conscious effort, especially after Wanning has told him just how much he dislikes being touched and having sex with strangers. He wants to show the older that he can feed comfortably without Mo Ran expecting anything in return. ]

It's selfish of me, but I want to take care of you, Wanning. [ He speaks while he wipes his pretty mouth with the pads of his fingers, as gentle as possible. He can feel the wet heat of his blood crawling down his skin, much like it happened the very first night they met, reaching his collar bone and then diving down lower, stretching to his pectoral, splash of color added to the black of his tattoos. ] I want to take care of you in all the possible ways. Will you let me?

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