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Jin GuangYao, in a dirty tactic, tries to scratch his eyes with his nails. Nie MingJue manages to avoid it, but his cheek ends up with three reddish lines. Enraged, he slaps the smaller man with all his strength, sending him several steps backwards.
With Jin GuangYao distracted by the pain, Nie MingJue takes the opportunity to grab his neck and lift him off the ground. Jin GuangYao scratches and hits the arms holding him as hard as he can, while kicking his legs in an attempt to break free. When he realises it's useless, he directs all his strength into his foot, kicking between Nie MingJue's legs and making him scream.
Nie MingJue, with pain coursing through his entire body, lets go of Meng Yao, who falls to the ground. The taller man, meanwhile, kneels, trying to endure the pain in his dick.
‘What the hell is wrong with you, Meng Yao? You bloody coward, using that kind of dirty trick!’
‘I'm not interested in fighting fair, Da-ge. I'm smaller and weaker than you, you brute, so it's only fair that I use other methods to try to match you, don't you think? If anything, you're the coward, abusing your power against someone as vulnerable as me.’
‘Shut up. I'll crush you like the snake you are.’
Nie MingJue's long arm reaches out to try to grab Meng Yao, but the man manages to dodge his grasp. Jin GuangYao runs, positioning himself on the opposite side of the table. Nie MingJue stands up and tries to grab him again, but Jin GuangYao moves from side to side, so he can't guess where he will run.
‘Stop playing with me, Meng Yao, damn it.’
Jin GuangYao doesn't respond, but his smile grows, which annoys Nie MingJue even more. Fed up with Meng Yao's attitude, Nie MingJue jumps on the table, taking Jin GuangYao by surprise. Of course, the leader of the Jin sect tries to run away, but it's too late, Nie MingJue grabs him by the hair, pulling him back forcefully.
"Ah, that hurts, you bloody beast! Will you stoop so low as to use these dirty tactics too? What a disappointment, Sect Leader Nie.
‘If that's what it takes to put you in your place, you damn little traitor, so be it.’
Nie MingJue pulls Jin Guangyao closer to him until his chest meets the younger man's back. Once within reach, he uses his free hand to hold Jin Guangyao's bruised neck.
Nie MingJue tightens his grip on the fragile neck he holds, while pulling Meng Yao's hair to expose more of his skin. He can feel the blood beneath his hand flowing rapidly, hear every attempt at breathing.
‘Da-ge... P-please—’
‘You're out of stupid ideas, huh?’
‘I-I can't... I can't breathe, uh...’
‘Say you'll behave.’
‘Uh... uh?’
‘You heard me, Meng Yao, say it.’
‘I'll behave, I'll be good, Da-ge, ah, p-please, Da-ge...’
Nie MingJue, though not removing his hand, loosens his grip, allowing him to breathe. Jin GuangYao shudders, his whole body burning for air. His eyes are blurred with unshed tears, his pretty lips wide open, his face still red from the previous slap and suffocation. Nie MingJue, seeing him like this, wants to tear him apart. Only then does Meng Yao seem sincere.
Nie MingJue uses his strength and throws Jin GuangYao carelessly onto the bed. Jin GuangYao tries to get up, but Nie MingJue pins him down with his body, almost crushing him.
Jin GuangYao then stops moving, seeing that he can't go anywhere with the other man's weight on top of him.
‘Da-ge... You're crushing me.’
‘Just like the insect that you are. Stay still.’
Nie MingJue lowers his hands towards the golden belt around his waist, but before he can put his hands there, Jin GuangYao makes a small sound that makes him look up.
When their eyes meet, Nie MingJue is transported back to the time when Jin GuangYao was just Meng Yao: his large eyes shining, his cheeks flushed; at this moment, he looks innocent and fragile. Nie MingJue's heart twists for a moment, wondering if he has taken things too far this time.
However, before he can ask, Meng Yao's fist is in his face.
As Nie MingJue grabs his face with one hand, Jin GuangYao takes the opportunity to roll off the bed, laughing at him.
‘Meng Yao, how dare you! You said you would behave yourself!’
‘Oh, Sect Leader Nie, you call me a liar all the time, and now you've decided that my word can be trusted just because I act cute for you? How pathetic.’
Nie MingJue becomes enraged again, rising from the bed to go after Jin GuangYao once more.
Jin GuangYao walks elegantly around the room, as if his robes were not stained with blood and his skin covered in bruises. There is a smile on his face as usual, but this one has a hint of dark amusement. His cunning eyes scan Nie MingJue's muscular body.
Determined to wipe the smile off his face and destroy his pride, Nie MingJue rushes towards him.
Jin GuangYao is weaker and smaller than Nie MingJue, but he is also much more agile and faster.
Nie MingJue only needs to hit him once to knock him down again, but the other man keeps moving, his body flowing, almost like a dance. If Nie MingJue weren't trying to catch him, he might even be interested in watching him twist and contort as he does.
Jin GuangYao laughs at the futile attempts to catch him. Nie MingJue finally charges at him and pushes him against the wall.
‘Enough.’
Jin GuangYao gasps for air as he is slammed against the wall. He groans in pain, but Nie MingJue does not loosen his grip, as if afraid that Meng Yao will slip through his fingers again.
‘Ah, Da-ge, could you stop being such a brute for once? Can't you treat me kindly? Please?’
Jin GuangYao blinks, trying to adjust his gaze, his large dark eyes looking directly into Nie MingJue's soul, but there are only so many times that trick will work on the man, at least for a certain period of time.
‘Traitors like you must be punished. You brought this treatment upon yourself.’
‘Ah, Da-ge, you hurt this poor A-Yao's heart...’
‘Ha, do you even have a heart?’
Jin GuangYao, seeing that his act is no longer effective, snorts and expresses what he really wants to say, his face contorted with hatred:
‘Damn stupid animal, I'm going to decorate my room with your guts.’
Nie MingJue silences him with a kiss, although, more than a kiss, it seems that he wants to eat him, like the beast that he is. Their teeth clash and saliva stains both their faces. Nie MingJue puts his huge hand back around Meng Yao's neck, encircling it completely. He presses down and doesn't stop kissing him. Jin GuangYao soon feels his limbs going numb. He places both hands on Nie MingJue's arm, trying to beg for mercy, begging for air.
Meng Yao feels like he is about to pass out, his head spinning and the edges of his vision becoming increasingly blurred. Nie MingJue feels Meng Yao's limbs go limp, his body sinking into his grip and the breath on his lips running out. Only then does he let go.
Jin GuangYao falls to the ground, his hands barely preventing his face from hitting the wood. The man gasps for air at the feet of the Nie clan leader, helpless before him.
‘Ah... ah, Da-ge...’
‘Get up.’
Nie MingJue grabs Meng Yao's hair from where it begins at the skull, pulls hard to lift him up, and the man has no choice but to give in to the pain. Meng Yao, still dizzy and unable to coordinate properly, stumbling as his hair is pulled, ends up thrown once again onto the bed.
‘Now, be good for once, Meng Yao, don't move.’
Meng Yao does not answer, still recovering from the suffocation, but Nie MingJue gives him no more time; soon his golden robes are being removed, exposing his slender body to Nie MingJue's hands, which are enormous, like everything else about him, and can almost completely encircle Meng Yao's fragile waist. He could break it.
The hands move down from the waist to the thighs, caressing him with something resembling tenderness, appreciating the soft skin before grabbing them forcefully and spreading the man's legs wide apart without any consideration.
Meng Yao moans in discomfort. He is a very flexible person, but Nie MingJue pushes him to his limit.
‘Ah, ah, mercy, please, Da-ge, you're going to break me...’
The words sound sincere, the pain in them seems real, but Nie MingJue refuses to give in to him again.
He doesn't let go, instead leaning forward, bending Jin GuangYao even further, who screams in disgust and squirms.
‘Da-ge, I can't, no more! Ah, ah—’
Nie MingJue doesn't stop until he has Meng Yao bent in half, legs spread wide and panting.
The man kisses Jin GuangYao roughly once more, then thrusts three of his fingers ruthlessly into those lips full of lies. His long fingers play inside the cavity, pressing down on the tongue, going deeper and causing Meng Yao to gag; Nie MingJue shows no mercy, continuing the exploration regardless of the other man's tears, and even when he feels his throat close up at the presence of his fingers, he persists. The saliva cannot be swallowed completely, making a mess on his hand and on Meng Yao's own face, already stained with tears.
Nie MingJue, once satisfied, lowers his hand until it reaches Meng Yao's entrance, his finger probing his hole. Jin GuangYao shudders at the pressure, and once the first finger enters him, he moves his own hands towards Nie MingJue's chest. Despite the previous violence, he seems to be a little more careful when inserting his fingers, letting him adjust for a moment, then inserting another finger, and then another, until he has three inside Jin GuangYao, who sighs and closes his eyes.
Meng Yao's breathing is heavy, his cheeks still stained with tears, and his lips with saliva. His long eyelashes flutter, hiding his gaze.
Once Nie MingJue feels that Meng Yao has been sufficiently prepared, he withdraws his fingers and begins to lower his trousers, watching Jin GuangYao like a predator watches its prey.
The man frees his cock, painfully hard and dripping with precum, proof of his arousal, large like everything else about him, takes it in his left hand and guides it towards Jin GuangYao's hole. He almost salivates at the sight of Meng Yao's soft body beneath him.
Nie MingJue enters slowly but without stopping, savouring the moment. Jin GuangYao moans at the intrusion, feeling himself being slowly torn in two. Once MingJue is completely inside, he begins to move his hips just a little, barely pulling out before quickly re-entering the willing man in front of him. Jin GuangYao sobs at the movement, not yet ready for what is to come. Nie MingJue leans over him, covering him with his muscular body, making him feel even more helpless. The man kisses him hungrily, as if trying to devour him, every little movement he makes causing his cock to push impossibly deeper into Meng Yao.
After giving him that brief moment to adjust, Nie MingJue begins to thrust mercilessly, searching inside Meng Yao for the perfect spot that he knows will make him scream. His hips move with such force that Meng Yao ends up moving upwards from the sheer impact, almost touching the headboard. Nie MingJue then pulls him back towards him, placing his strong hands on his waist to hold him in place, in the same way that pins would hold a butterfly on display.
Meng Yao moans and sobs, screaming especially sweetly once Nie MingJue manages to hit his prostate. The force with which he is fucked and the way he is subdued make him dizzy, and soon his sharp mind begins to slow down. Immersed in carnal pleasure as he is, he can do nothing but try unsuccessfully to escape the sensations.
‘It's... it's too much! Ah! Ah—’
‘Stay still.’
Meng Yao feels Nie MingJue's cock split him in two. He looks down and is shocked to see the bulge in his own stomach. Just the sight of it makes him whimper. Meng Yao's legs on Nie MingJue's shoulders tremble, tired from the position, but Nie MingJue does not relent and continues to thrust inside him. Following the smaller man's gaze, Nie MingJue looks at the bulge in his stomach and has an idea.
Nie MingJue's large hand presses down on the other man's stomach, Meng Yao cries out at the pressure. The sensations are too intense, his legs spread, the bulge in his stomach, the pressure, the throbbing cock inside him hitting every sensitive spot.
‘Ah, stop! Mercy, mercy, Da-ge!’
Jin GuangYao's beautiful eyes glisten with tears, his face contorted between pleasure and pain. There is sincerity there. In the sensations and his honest body for once.
Despite how much he enjoys Meng Yao's body and expressions, Nie MingJue is slightly moved, yet he does not intend to give in again, knowing that as soon as he gives Jin GuangYao a moment of clarity, his mind will begin to plot another betrayal.
Decisively, he grabs Meng Yao's neck, pressing hard enough to make breathing uncomfortable and keep him in place, but not enough to completely block the airflow. His thrusts slow down, going in as deep as he can and coming out slowly, enjoying the warm hole before him. The man growls, like a hungry beast would growl over food.
Nie MingJue spits into his free hand, then takes Meng Yao's dick and masturbates him. Jin GuangYao, dizzy from both the shortness of breath and the pleasure, cums almost instantly with a sob and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His body convulses, the sensations blossoming from his core to all his limbs, trembling from the intensity of the orgasm.
However, Nie MingJue does not stop, ramming into him again and again with abandon, aiming for his prostate without fail, while Meng Yao screams from overstimulation. The desperate cries and moans, those sounds so pathetic and so sweet, work wonders for Nie MingJue. His hard erection only seems to grow larger inside Jin GuangYao.
Nie MingJue stops choking Meng Yao so he can grab his waist again. All his strength is focused on fucking the man beneath him as fast and hard as he possibly can. His breathing becomes heavier and heavier, sweat runs down his chest, the veins in his neck and arms stand out deliciously.
Jin GuangYao feels like he's going to pass out. He is trembling, tears running down his face, his own semen already dried on his stomach. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity on the verge of madness, Nie MingJue comes with a terrible thrust, as deep as he can into the hole at his disposal, his semen running thick and dense, and Meng Yao feels it filling him to his throat.
Nie MingJue's heavy breathing along with Jin GuangYao's small spasms and moans are all that fill the silence of the room. Jin GuangYao breathes, trying to recover. His legs are still trembling, and tears dry on his cheeks.
Nie MingJue, satisfied, throws himself down next to Jin GuangYao, having the decency not to fall on top of him and crush him. The man slips his arm between Meng Yao's body and the bed, wrapping it around his waist, then, with the strength of that single arm, manages to turn Jin GuangYao and move him until he is on top of him, trapping him there with a half-embrace. Meng Yao's hands then rest on his large chest to support himself.
‘Ah,’ says Meng Yao, still slightly out of breath, ‘you damn beast...’
Nie MingJue does not respond, only kissing him on the forehead, where the vermilion mark has already been almost erased by their activities. The man melts into the bed, his hand caressing Meng Yao's bare back affectionately.
‘Ah, I needed to release that tension. Your insane plan almost caused my qi to deviate in the middle of the meeting.’
‘My opinion is similar. Your stupid question almost made me jump on you and rip your eyes out in front of everyone. I'm glad I was able to hit you, even if only a little.’
‘I just wanted to know who you wanted to watch.’
‘Beasts, I already told you, although you could well be included in that category, so I understand your concern.’
‘Very funny, Meng Yao. Aren't you a little snake yourself?’
‘Ha, so does that mean you won't support me, Da-ge? Don't you trust me?’
‘I don't know if I trust you, but I'll support you. It's a good idea, although it will be a problem to convince everyone to allow the Jin clan to build watchtowers on their land.’
‘With you, my brother, Er-ge, and Leader Su on my side, I'm sure it's possible.’
‘Mh...’
Meng Yao smiles, not innocently, but with delight. Nie MingJue raises an eyebrow.
‘What are you thinking about?’
‘Nothing in particular. I'm... happy, I guess. I'm glad we found a way to resolve our differences a little, even if it's by such unconventional methods. Releasing our anger this way is better than trying to kill each other, don't you think?’
Nie MingJue looks at him and, seeing that Jin GuangYao is genuinely waiting for an answer, replies sincerely:
‘Of course, Meng Yao.’
Nie MingJue's arm tightens a little more around his waist, while his free hand caresses Meng Yao's long hair, his fingers ending up playing with a strand.
‘I, uh, wasn't I too rough with you?’
‘Of course you were, but nothing that upset me, if that's what you mean. I would have said the word, if necessary, you know that.’
‘I just wanted to make sure.’
Nie MingJue, oh, as stern as he seems, blushes. Anyone else would have missed his small display of vulnerability, but not Jin GuangYao's attentive eyes.
‘Ah, what's the matter? Do you want me to say how well you fuck me, how big your cock is, how deep you go inside me, Da-ge?’
‘Meng Yao.’
Jin Guangyao laughs softly at Nie MingJue's dismayed expression.
‘Ah, well, although, if you want to help this poor A-Yao, whom you've mistreated so badly, you can run me a bath. Don't forget to heat the water, of course.’
‘Okay.’
‘Ah, you could also add lavender and turmeric for my aching body.’
‘Understood.’
‘And wash my hair.’
‘I will.’
‘Oh, and how about giving me a massage?’
‘Mh, I think you're taking advantage of me, Meng Yao.’
‘Ah, but wasn't you who took advantage of me first, Da-ge?’
‘I'll prepare your ridiculous bath and groom you all you want, but stop joking like that, for the gods' sake, Meng Yao.’
Jin GuangYao smiles, delighted. Nie MingJue watches him without changing his expression, but in his eyes, there is a painful affection.