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❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜ 🎩 🤨

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with no shortage of surprise, their bodies fit in together more perfectly than puzzle pieces. it’s cramped, the narrow space inside the car emphasizing each and every movement as xia fei adjusts himself beneath the weight of liu xiao’s thighs, heartbeats separated only by a thin film of flesh and bone and clothes that his fingers are quick to undo swiftly. have you had your first kiss yet? he’d asked.

to his surprise, xia fei answered yes, and honest as ever he rambled, described how sweet it was, how innocent, how pure. a past that’s too far to graze with his fingertips. it only makes him want to corrupt him, pollute the memory, replace it with the metallic aftertaste of blood on his tongue but he holds back the urge, masks it behind a head tilt, their noses brushing as he brings their mouths closer, their breaths melting into a single pool.

“was it anything like this?” he begins, considers tormenting him a little but how can he? there’s hardly anything he and vein have ever denied this man. he coaxes him into it, though, his palms running up the expanse of xia fei’s arms, enclosing the curve of his shoulders, his nape, the blonde hair that’s grown humid with sweat - is he nervous? excited? he wants to believe he wants this just as much as liu xiao does. for every time xia fei’s turned down his advances, he’s dreamed of this tenfold. 

“how did she do it? was it slow at first, hm?” defiant eyes mismatching the hard grip on his hips, his whole body tensing and liu xiao takes it as his cue to mouth at his lower lip, “ or was it hasty? did you prefer it rough? ” his right hand wraps around xia fei’s jaw, like it means to crush, the forceful grip allowing liu xiao’s tongue to slip in and press hot against his, attention fixed on his reactions.

“how far did you two go?”

words that settle it - a statement hidden in the dark hues that look down into xia fei’s very soul. he wants to sink his fingers in, wade in, until he’s reached his marrow. a wave of drunken delight seeps through, overly familiar, like he’d been here before. like it’s meant to be. perhaps it’s his mind playing tricks on him, keeping him in a deep fog, one that he welcomes nonetheless. liu xiao leans back and on his elbows - or means to until the separation is abruptly erased by xia fei’s arms tightening around his waist.

❛ oh no, i'm not finished with you yet. ❜

he heeds the warning, excitement stirring at the base of his stomach. their mouths are back onto each other, it’s less kissing this time and more panting, like a thirst barely contained, choking on water, his attention fixed on grabbing xia fei’s belt, searching for the hem of his pants. he licks a wet stripe up his palm before he shoves it down and takes both in a firm grip. “did she treat you like this?” he mumbles next to his ear, voice low and visceral and vicious in its teasing - he bites, too, starting at his earlobe and following a path down his adam’s apple, his collarbones. “who did you like more? her… or this?”

“ this you? ” 🙄

" your drawing skills have improved. i can't say the same for mine, but i tried. you can keep it. " @limel1ghts

everytime you lie, your hat brim grows 2 inches 🙄

like pinocchio? that's a funny way to put it. does that make you the talking cricket?

kissing your client enemy while holding them at knife point / a kiss to end sexual tension. @ lx ( -and then xf goes missing…. jk )

wired-shut jaw, the distant throb of his arm. the blade’s kiss around his throat is cold and unyielding, much like the blue fire behind xia fei’s pupils. he feels more than he notices the anger: it leaks through the pores, dark and thick like tar, painting everything the color of the night. liu xiao can only affirm the imprisonment by offering a smile, willful, calm as the breeze: “it isn’t me who you’re looking for. i know you’ve heard about powers, but mine aren’t something so significant that you ought to consider me a prime suspect in vein’s death.”

as if on cue, the very mention of vein’s name garners him a hiss through sharp teeth, knife pressed deeper and more cruelly into tender skin. any more than this and the fibers will give in under the sharpness of it.

liu xiao often thought about fear.

when he was young, and naive, and his brother was still alive, liu min asked him why he wasn’t scared of the dark as he was. they shared the same blood, the same upbringing, so why was it?

is it because you’re younger?

that’s foolish, shouldn’t the older brother be more brave? he’d asked.

it’s instinct, he supposes. he’d come to the conclusion that some people are meant to fear, to feel it as something strictly human. others lay awake in the dark and trembled - not like the first people did but for something else entirely. it’s a simple fact, knowing you have something to lose, something that awaits dormant in a corner that makes it all so terrifying.

loss, pain, regret.

liu xiao doesn’t know what he’s afraid of, but it might have been something less substantial. something that can’t be controlled.

he also knows that he should’ve drawn his own knife.

their figures blend with their surroundings, the alley growing darker and narrower as the sun is engulfed in an array of blue and purple shades, both of them perched in the shadows just out of sight of the main streets and unwitting eyes. if xia fei’s come this far, he could have easily slipped past vein’s monitoring, their defenses and out of the cover of anonymity, given his missing status. but instead he’d come here, looking for answers, body drawn flush and steady against liu xiao’s own that it was almost comical that he hadn’t noticed it before. xia fei is as dangerous a piece on the board as the rest, especially when gaining partial awareness.

“why is that you’ve come, besides asking — well, demanding, information. ” his gaze darts from the knife to xia fei’s expression, wary, so close that he could feel the damp touch of hot breath as it crept along his mouth. his answer comes and he’s not surprised by it: soft lips and a hungry bite, tasting like copper and pounding adrenalin. red blossoms from his wounded lip, making his heart catch in his throat.

what was he afraid of?

not death. not the dark.

the leap that his stomach brings him closer to fear than he’s ever been. so there are other ways - some other way that humans could be hurt that they feared more than dying. dark eyes stare back at xia fei, stained with the usual hues of apathy and quiet amusement - black, unmarred, like gunpowder. the sting of steel against flesh. it’s his own special agony. “why was that? to kill me? you should be more ruthless, i might grow fond of this new you.”

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