loong | a great escape;

a great escape;

[ this planet.. is a tranquil one. lonely, but peaceful. there are no intelligent species here, but that is, perhaps, for the best - dan feng's penance continues, after all. in escaping the luofu he was not attempting to escape general punishment, only the molting rebirth. fear of losing himself, of losing his memories, his sense of self..

perhaps it made him a coward, to flee, but warm memories are all he has now, and he could not bear to part with them just yet.

so here he waits, alone in his own beautiful purgatory, awaiting the end of his days, nursing his ailing mind, existing in torment and in bliss in equal measure. his hatching rebirth will come in time, and only then, perhaps, will he be free of his sin, or at the very least, free of his pain. the crime of the previous life must be atoned for in the next, but.. his memories of the quintet would vanish, save for in dreams, and his reincarnation could live on.

it's a lush, lovely planet, where he has escaped to, slowly orbiting the glowing deep of a black hole, where time, for him, runs more slowly, dragging out like a string of sticky molasses. there are thick forests and vast wetlands, eighty percent of this world is water, and there is no sign that intelligent life has ever existed here. no ruins. no scrawled paintings in caves. no hidden chambers beneath the seas. three hundred years he has spent combing the globe and found nothing to suggest that anyone but he has walked the earth here. only animals. insects. fish. they make decent company, but dan feng still keeps to himself, living out of a modest shelter built near the water's edge.

three hundred years, and he speaks to no one, says nothing, until the day the majestic luofu blots out the light of the diffracting black hole.

the sight of it stills his heart in his breast, and dan feng finds his throat running dry, but when the small starskiff lands he is standing quietly, watchful and calm, the tip of his tail swaying behind him as he watches jing yuan disembark, resplendent in his general's clothing. he takes a deep breath.. releases it. ]

.. you must have been very keen to find me, to brave the dangers of the black hole.

[ for time.. time is a precious thing, every hour he spends here could be a year on the luofu. ]

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[It's... a lot of memories. And if he could recoil or stop them from coming at a certain point he would. But they continue to flood into his mind reminding him of a person that no longer exists. He pulls back from the brief kiss, a snarl in his throat. Not at Dan Feng but at himself. Torment and grief flood through the himself and the bond as he is reminded that he is only a faint remnant of the person in those memories.]

That man is dead... Your Yingxing...

[He growls out the words before smashing their lips together, teeth tugging at the bottom of Dan Feng's lips as he exchanges memories in turn. Of the life that came after.

They're fractured and broken, grainy like old film. But they are all he has. There is Jingliu, eyes bleeding with madness killing him over and over and over again until her sword is broken. There is him picking up the pieces of the weapon he crafted her, cradling the shards to his chest.

There is him chasing down a young boy with dark hair. He holds Cloud Piercer and the bracer is secure on his arm. His expression is panicked and afraid as Blade's laugh, manic and frightening, echo off the walls. The scene shifts to Cloud Piercer being shoved through Blade's chest... still laughing as the life fades from him.

There is him being dragged to the Shackling Prison and is pushed towards Jing Yuan who looks down at him expressionless. And despite everything he feels nothing for the white haired general, he knows him. Knows who he is not. But thanks to Kafka wiping him clean before arriving that's all he knows of the man.

There is a series of endless atrocities. Of walking past his own face on wanted posters. Dead or alive they say with an absurd amount of credits. But it is not all grim and dark. There is Kafka playing a violin in their shared base. The sound of the strings help lull him to sleep late at night. There is a young silver haired girl trying to show him video games and how to blow bubbles with gum. Who looks over his wounds with a frown when he can't hold the controller just right. There are others. Some gone. Some remain. Many faces and names mostly forgotten in this long endless existence.]

I am all that is left... A weapon. A Blade... The great High Elder of the Vidyadhara would surely not be satisfied with a husk of a person. I know this isn't what you hoped to find...

You should leave me be... for I am not and never will be who that missing person once was. You're looking for ghosts, Dan Feng...

[ the memories overwhelm, rancid and painful as his own had been warm and loving, and dan feng nearly breaks away in shock. knowing it through words and fact is one thing, experiencing it through the eyes of his lover is quite another. though as he looks upon the stellaron hunters, he can't help that feeling that tugs at him again.. the guilt, the worry that what he's trying to do is wrong. ]

.. I do not believe that. He is not dead.

[ he is sitting right here, before him. dan feng does not care what anyone says, he can only know what he feels. ]

Changed, yes. Changed in ways that.. that he can never come back from. But until you are truly dead and gone, you are no husk. Your rage and your vengeance.. they are proof that you are alive.

[ it is a struggle not to weep again, not to allow the tears in his eyes to fall, but he bites them back, keeps as strong as he can, though for all dan feng may have been the most powerful among them.. when it comes to matters of the heart, he is surely the weakest.

he squeezes blade's hand, leaving the earring there as his hand draws away. ]

Please, keep it, and.. make the choice for yourself. If you continue on as you have been, I will make no attempt to stop you, nor will I give chase, but should you choose to stay, I will have you.

[ and he will make no judgment, no matter what his beloved decides. dan feng has no room to judge others' decisions. if his love has found a home with others now, and wishes to leave the past behind.. then so be it, but dan feng wants the choice to be his, and his alone, not a compulsion, or an obligation. only blade can choose his own path. ]

And no matter what you choose, I will love you, until the end.

[A wild and concerned panic takes hold of Blade's expression as Dan Feng withdraws his hand, leaving the precious earring in his grasp.]

Don't leave this here with me... It will get ruined...

[Torn and tattered and bloody. There's no possible way he could preserve it. Should the mara take hold and send him into a frenzy he's liable to destroy it all on his own.

There's something about leaving it here. Giving it back, in a sense. It causes a sensation, an ache, deep in his heart. He may never have the opportunity to return it either. And as this is the real Dan Feng... This is all they have left of one another. So many other precious items lost. Lost on the Luofu. Lost to time and decay.]

...At the very least take mine in exchange.

[That doesn't satisfy him but it's a concession.]

[ it burns him, too, to give the earring away. he has worn it for so long, and it symbolizes so much.. but this is dan feng's way of - of letting go. as jing yuan had so wisely suggested. desperate though he is to keep blade beside him, to help him learn his heart again.. he knows full well that he cannot force him, that if he truly loves his mate, he will let him live the way he chooses. so if what blade chooses is not him..

then so be it. the earring will bring him nothing but pain, should that happen. a reminder of a great love lost. it is better that blade keeps it. but an exchange.. he supposes that is fair.

lifting his hands, dan feng brushes the dark hair from blade's ear and carefully removes the earring there, the beloved mate to his own. then, taking up the tasseled one, he replaces the empty space, so that the earring blade wears is dan feng's, and dan feng's is blade's.

aeons, his heart feels so heavy. so heavy that he does not know how he will carry it, how he will ever move from this spot again. sometimes, when an animal dies, their mate will simply waste away to nothing, in its grief and loneliness.. dan feng feels like a broken dove. ]

If you ruin it, so be it. That will be your heart's choice,

[He's silently relieved that that Dan Feng is doing the exchange as he knows his fingers are too clumsy to do it himself. He'd have had to ask Kafka which would have been fine. She wouldn't have asked questions. She'll notice the difference between them, to be certain. But still, it should be done between the two of them. Having someone else touch it, even her, feels wrong.

And when the task is complete he slumps forward, head resting against Dan Feng's shoulder.

He feels... tormented. By memories. Grief. Anger. He can't sort any of it out. He may never. This whole moment may be washed away in some way... And on top of all of these sensations he also... yearns. He yearns for this person to not to go away. To not leave him here feeling like this. To do something to ease the ache. But nothing will help... he knows. Staying in each other's presence will not do him any favors. He knows this and yet...

His gloved hand, with fingers move a little better, reaches out to grip at Dan Feng's bloody sleeve. His breathing is a ragged thing. Heavy. Emotion tinges his every breath. Anger. Despair. They mingle and dance together causing unparalleled agony as he struggles with this specter from his past.]

Stay...

[ dan feng can feel it, the deluge of pain that screams through their bond. how could he have thought that he was prepared for this? in all things, he is always a fool. yet his dear one is in agony, and dan feng is helpless. his cloudhymn healing is ineffective against mara this advanced, and he's already closed up blade's physical wounds. what an awful, powerless feeling it is, to be so strong, yet unable to help the people you love..

jing yuan, one day, will fall to this as well. and then what will he do?

he can't think about that right now. one crisis at a time. blade needs him, grasps to him, and dan feng's breath leaves him in a soft, emotional shiver. he moves, his arms coming around blade's body, a body that feels so strong and yet so fragile, and he holds his mate close against his body. closing his stinging eyes, dan feng rests his cheek against blade's dark hair, rocking back and forth, keeping close. ]

I'm not leaving you.

[ he murmurs into blade's hair, before he begins to sing. it's an old song, a vidyadhara song that he would sing to his lovers at night, that he would use to calm yingxing's racing thoughts when he could not sleep. a soft lullaby, about a dragon and a cloud sprite playing past sunset and into the night. ]

[The touch makes Blade tense up, becoming rigid in the other's arms. The fight response in his body begging to lash out and free himself of this. But he holds it back. He holds it back and just... relaxes. Not right away. It's a slow process, like he has to tell every nerve in his body, one by one, to calm itself. But with the familiar song that wraps him up like a warm blanket it becomes easier... Eventually he's boneless in his husband's arms. Eyes closing and breathing coming out in soft inhales and exhales that are much more calm. The raggedness to them no longer existing.

It's warm and comforting... not quite familiar. Not being on this side of it, that is. He remembers, faintly, holding Jing Yuan to his chest while Dan Feng sang. Or just holding Dan Feng. He was too proud to be coddled in such a way. It's fine now. He has nothing like pride left within him. He has no use for it, such as he is...]

Qīn'ài de...

[He says it again with slightly more awareness than when uttered the first time. This time drifting to sleep while before he was drifting awake. But along side it there is a brief thrum of affection. Of deep love. It comes from deep within... from the old ancient parts of Blade that are not quite lost just deeply forgotten and buried.]

[ blade's body begins to slowly but surely relax, easing into his hold with the help of the song, and the gentle humming love through their bond. not too much, not a great surge of it that might overwhelm, just a warm trickle. that ragged breathing evens out, and blade utters those words again, words so dear to his heart. dan feng swallows thickly, sighs softly, closes his eyes. ]

I'm here, my heart.

[ he whispers, then returns to the song as blade begins to fall slack, drifting into gentle sleep. the little touch of affection along their connection.. it soothes his bleeding heart, like a balm over the deep burns in his soul. it's still there, the flickering candle flame of their love, guttering and spitting, but clinging on nonetheless. he'll hold to that light of hope.

with one hand smoothing through blade's hair, dan feng's singing turns to soft humming. he'll remain here as long as he needs to, keeping watch, allowing his old love to rest as much as he is able, to enjoy some relief from his pain, if only for a little while. ]

[Death is usually the only relief from pain, fleeting as it is. Not even sleep truly drowns out the agony as there are still nightmares to contend with. Echos of a past best left forgotten...

Kafka's music helps. The gentle strings be it from her own instrument or the records she plays. But this... This helps too. Though it is still a reminder of the past it wraps him up in it rather than that clinging sensation that threatens to drag him down. The bond surely helps... The gentle cradle of love and affection that slots right back against him. And the warmth of Jing Yuan... a boon that was sorely missing.

He was angry when he first felt him there. The emotions were everywhere. Angry that the bond (that he didn't even want as he is) had been invaded by another. Furious that he wasn't there for it. That Dan Feng was even alive. Was dragging Jing Yuan into this mess. His mind was a flurry but in this gentle moment when he can reflect on the shards of his life through a slightly clearer gaze he feels like there had been some discussion... Uncertain at first but then over what they thought what might be the young Cloud Knight's deathbed there was deep regret that they had not done it sooner and now might not ever get to do it at all.

That they had left their third so unbounded in the staples of their affection for so long.

Now that young Lieutenant is an old General and here they are making plans for how to manage his end. And all the time that passed in between lost and never to be returned. They only have the beginning and the miserable ending of all those cursed by the mara. It's enough to make Dan Feng come out of whatever rock he'd been hiding under to make amends. So they may do this one thing right.

Blade slowly opens his eyes... the familiar scent of sea and cloudhymn magic envelop his senses and keep him calm otherwise he'd feel on edge on a planet he doesn't quite recognize. The strange humid air and the scent of his foul blood everywhere.]

You came all the way out here to face my wrath to ask me to watch the last good thing in the universe die.

[There's no anger or resentment. No wrath or rage in his words. Just a tired dismayed resignation... He can't say for certain that he'll go. That he'll be able to. That either of them will live to see the end of Elio's script but... If he's able to he will say his goodbyes. Put him out of his misery before the mara turns him into a monster as he's not sure if Dan Feng will have it in him to do it himself. To wrap his hands around his throat and watch the life and inevitable madness drain from his eyes.

Baiheng... And Jing Yuan... It isn't right.]

Why do only the abominations and monsters return time and time again... Why must I continue to shamble on but they will be lost forever?

[ no.. no, it isn't right. if dan feng could give his life to cure jing yuan's mara, or even offer him a few hundred years more, he would give it in a heartbeat. ]

I wish I could answer that.

[ he murmurs softly, exhaling slow and soft. dan feng knows that he should not be alive, that he does not deserve it, to live in a world where he persists while jing yuan falls to madness is cosmically unfair, and horribly wrong, but it is the way of it. he wishes he had an answer for blade, an answer for everything, but he can offer nothing but his empty hands.

one thing is for sure, however, and that is that he did not face blade's wrath only for jing yuan - he did it for yingxing, as well, for the good memories of his beloved, for the chance that he could perhaps offer some solace to both of his lovers, in the end. he won't say as much, at least not right now, sure that blade would sneer and scoff and tell him that his efforts were useless, fruitless; perhaps it is best that they focus on jing yuan, at least for now, to give him the warmth and love that he deserves.

it's not enough. it isn't even close to enough. but it's all that dan feng can offer.

aeons, he's tired. they're all tired. closing his eyes, he smooths a hand back through blade's hair, winding his fingers through the inky locks, his heart heavy and bleeding in his breast. all of this.. all of this was his fault. his doing. his weakness. the guilt is heavy and crushing, swallowing him up in its dark maw. if only he had been stronger in the face of his grief and fear.. it would not have brought baiheng back, but it may have spared the pain of his lovers. ]

I do not know what you know about the ongoings of the Luofu, but.. it may give you a little solace to know that we did not fail in entirety. Baiheng.. she lives on, in her way, through a new life.

I met her... Bailu... [His eyes squeeze shut tight and a tremble rocks through him.] She's like her in many ways. Free spirited and kind. She closes her eyes when she heals because she doesn't like to see people injured... She tried to help me... She couldn't of course but her attempt was heartfelt.

During my short stint on the Luofu I gave her a gift...

[Those trembles rock through him a little more. A sorrow ripples through the bond to both of his lovers.]

I may end up forgetting... Because of the mara. Because Kafka has to take away this moment so I am able to be calm. But the body remembers... It remembers many things even if it cannot act on them completely. [The ache to craft and forge with fingers that can no longer function as intended. That can only grip the blade, of course. But the hammer and all those old tools are too small, requiring too much detail and precision.] If you want me to remember to return to you both... Find a way to carve it into my flesh.

[It's not a bad idea though anything to do with the past has its risks. But if it is all physical it may help stir up these memories of their time together. Of their lives and happiness. It may even be something he can hold on to...]

It's the only way...

[ ah, he met her. that's.. that's good. even if his mind and heart are mangled, he knows that bailu lives, that perhaps their efforts were not entirely for nothing. she is not baiheng and she never will be, no more than dan heng will ever be dan feng, but something of baiheng carries on nonetheless, and in his own way.. dan feng was able to reach his goal of creating life. of unlocking the secrets of the transmutation arcanum. it cost far, far too much, but.. there is that thinnest of silver linings to put him somewhat at peace. for a time.

blade trembles, and dan feng nudges at his temple with his nose, soft and affectionate. i'm here.

at his request, however, dan feng stills for a moment, parsing what blade is saying. the body remembers.. yes. even if the mind is addled, muscle memory always remains, and perhaps he can carve for himself a place in his old lover's bones, and use his love and touch to protect what few good memories remain. ]

All right. I will.

[ but not here. not in this puddle of sticking, rank, drying blood. dan feng shifts, getting to his feet. there is a cool and beautiful lagoon nearby, shrouded by willows and ferns, lit by the light of the moon, and should blade follow, dan feng will lead him there, hand in hand. ]

[He slowly picks himself up, his clothing sticking to the bloody mess on the ground but he pays it no mind. His clothing is inconsequential. As is his body. None of it matters. And he'd be content to just do whatever right here in this mess but Dan Feng has other ideas it seems.

So he follows letting his hand be held. His fingers twitch, bandaged and stiff but he makes the attempt to hold the hand back. It just feels right. Familiar even.

This lagoon though... He peers at it his reflection on the surface, scarlet eyes brilliant in the dim light of this world. He kicks a stone into the pool to cause ripples and distort his image having no desire to look upon it for longer than necessary.]

This is very like you... I think. [Bathing in some random body of water. Kafka would never just allow them to clean up in something like this. He's been dragged to a tub and scrubbed down more times than he can count. She'll insist upon it once he's home saying this was a swamp or some such.] I don't swim as well as I did... If I even could to begin with.

Mm. I enjoy the water.

[ which is true, really, but mostly he doesn't want to do this covered in blood. he wants it to be memorable in a good way, not full of pain and the reek of decaying blood. he has some standards remaining to him. stepping close, dan feng's hands move over blade's broad chest, when up his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. it's soft at first, a little uncertain.. but then he presses harder, parts his lips, breathes blade's air as his tongue curls.

after that, it's a blur of movement. dan feng undoes his silks until they fall away in a heap, then he's tugging at blade's coat, opening up the front of it and easing it back over his shoulders. he tastes so different, feels so different, and yet.. there are still a hundred little familiarities. dan feng's hands know just where to touch, he remembers every dip of muscle, every patch of skin, though there are innumerable scars now where once there was clean flesh.

it makes his heart sting, but he doesn't stop. ]

Touch me.

[ he whispers against blade's mouth, biting at his lower lip and tugging, as blade's coat falls in a heap in the grass. ]

[He feels a strange sense of trepidation. This body, this husk, is a mess. Every inch of him is covered in scars and there are bandages wrapped around the worst of the injuries. There's a part of him that doesn't want Dan Feng to see him like this... It must be repulsive to behold.

He knows it is.

He kisses clumsily, uncertain, like he's forgotten how which isn't off the mark. He can't recall how the lips should move. How the tongue should shift against the other's. He has no idea where his hands should be. He hesitates at the words, hands hovering over Dan Feng's waist.]

I don't... [He needs a moment to catch his breath from the kiss.] I don't know how...

[His brow is furrowed in both confusion and frustration.]

I don't remember... How you like to be touched. And it won't be the same... It won't feel the same. These hands...

That's all right. You don't need to touch me like you used to. You're different, now.

[ he's blade now, and there's no going back to who he once was. he's still remnants of yingxing, he always will be, no matter how he denies otherwise, but there can be no arguing that he has irrevocably changed. he doesn't need to touch him like he used to, because he is not the same as he used to be.

dan feng takes blade's hands in his own, carefully guiding them to his waist where they were hovering, before he slips them forward to begin opening blade's belt. ]

I like to be touched on my back. And my tail.

[ and his thighs, and his horns, but right now, this is enough.

carefully, dan feng slips his hands into blade's waistband, pushing his trousers down along with his underclothing, until it's all a bundle in the grass, and they're naked beneath the dappled moonlight. he's forgotten how to kiss, and so dan feng will teach him, kissing him slowly, deeply, letting blade trace his mouth, showing him how to move his lips with the press of his own.

and while his heart aches for this man, for his husband, and what has become of him, all the terrible pain that has broken him, there is also love curling through their bond, and a deep, unbreakable dedication. ]

[Back it is... He pushes at the clothing Dan Feng has on letting it fall into the same pile. His hands then touch where he was told to. The calloused and damaged fingers drag along the other's back until they reach to the base of his tail. There he strokes along the scales, breath catching at how familiar they feel beneath his fingertips.

And he follows the kisses making an attempt to mimic what's being done in turn. To do what he's being guided to do. And eventually he slowly finds his own pace. Yingxing was full of teeth and forceful and Blade is not so dissimilar. There's teeth. He likes to bite and nip but it is not as certain and not as sure of himself. Where Yingxing was proud and arrogant Blade is tired and weary. Uncertain in these intimate gestures and not quite feeling worthy of them.

He's not hard out here in the moonlight. His cock one of the few unmarried things on him but also an all but useless organ in his opinion. He feels so little especially arousal these days that it serves him no great purpose other than the basics.

He tries to pull memories from their time together but he can't... The closest thing he has to intimacy was the waves of it when Jing Yuan and he were spending time together through that week. How their bond sang in blissful harmony... He loathed it at the time but now he it's a helpful thing to recall... to feel their faint strings of pleasure and that helps stir a thing or two.]

Your vent? [He rumbles, more question than statement. That's what it's called? That's where he should focus and bury himself? It's still alright for him to use it or has it been claimed by the General?] That's where I should be?

[There are many more steps in between, of course. With him not hard and Dan Feng presumably not ready for penetration but to know what the goal is as good a start as any.]

[ dan feng enjoys the bites and nips, the way blade's teeth sink against his lip, even if there's no heat behind the kisses, not yet. it's a far cry from how yingxing made love, how hot and needful he always was, with a hungry libido and a deep well of want.

somehow, dan feng needs to reignite that, if only for a brief moment. he needs to carve this night into blade's skin, after all, needs to wake his body up to pleasure, needs him to remember this somehow, so he will return to them in the end. but slowly. he'll take his time. blade is fragile in so many ways. those hands down his back, though, rough with old calluses and new scars.. they feel good, and when blade's fingers toy at the base of his tail, dan feng shivers, a soft moan rippling between their mouths. ]

That's what you used to like, yes. [ he murmurs, while his hands drop to blade's arms to begin tugging him toward the water. they step into it together, dan feng guiding him in until the water is up to their hips. ] You loved to feel like you were claiming me.

[ proud, arrogant yingxing, a short life species claiming the vidyadhara high elder.. he'd absolutely basked in it, his awful, wonderful, preening husband.

stepping up the heat a little, dan feng sinks his teeth into blade's lower lip a little harder, before he's dragging his mouth down to blade's throat, where he'd known his husband to be terribly sensitive. his fangs drag along blade's pulse, before he drags his tongue over the faint scar of their mating bite. ]

[He makes a soft sound at the explanation. Not that he remembers but it sounds right... He can somewhat recall the taste of Dan Feng's vent on his tongue despite not having had him for centuries.

Some things are starting to feel right. The rough bite at his lips sparks a pleasurable sensation through his body. And then the tongue against his pulse and that old mark. His eyes flutter closed and his he inhales sharply, grip tightening on the tail in his one hand. The other drags back up the former high elder's back, fingers winding in the dark inky hair.]

Bite me again... [Reclaiming the old mark may help too. He feels like it might. And he never bit in return. He supposes they could also do that as well considering the reason he hadn't in the past is a moot point as he currently is.] It's been too long...

[If they're intent to do this there's no reason not to especially considering they're already bonded. It couldn't do more harm and maybe it might help him remember at least for a little while.]

[ slowly but surely the fires of the forge are being stoked, things are warming up between them, with careful cultivation. he just needs to continue on this path, opening his lover up, petal by petal, until he blooms again. the hands down his back make his breath rush against blade's lips, and he presses harder into his body, mouthing at the bite scar. ]

I will. [ he murmurs, teeth dragging. ] Once you're inside me. That's when you liked it best.

[ and perhaps.. perhaps after, they will turn it around, perhaps blade will allow himself to be taken, as well. surely there could be no better way to carve this memory into his body, after all, but they'll cross that bridge later, if they come to it. for now, dan feng smooths a hand down his abdomen, following the dipping muscles of blade's hip and down, palming at his soft cock. ]

You loved to claim me hard and fast, while I sank my fangs deep into your shoulder.

[ his kisses drag upward again, back to blade's mouth, where his fangs sink against his lower lip once more. ]

[He doesn't remember any of this... but it sounds right. Right on the edge of climax to bring him over the edge... That's sounds familiar?

He's not left to wonder or ponder as his breath hitches and his thoughts scatter at the hand against his cock. There's no immediate interest other than a faint twitch of the soft member against the other's cool palm. Pleasure is not a sensation his body is familiar with but it's clear that it won't be a completely hopeless task.

He can't recall how he likes it... How he preferred to be stroked or anything like that but he does trust that Dan Feng will know what to do. So he swallows and lets his eyes flutter closed, taking in the sensations that are being provided.]

Always on the full moon... [Sometimes only...] Just us... Or was he there too.

[Surely eventually? He can't quite recall.]

At first, it was only us.

[ blade does not remember, but dan feng does - he knows how his husband likes to be touched, years apart have not changed that. he rubs his palm along the underside of his cock, tracing its familiar shape for a few moments before he wraps his fingers around it, pulling in deep strokes, squeezing on the way upward. his thumb rubs in a slow circle around the tip. ]

Just us. We loved each other, and didn't want to share that, but.. in time..

[ in time, they brought jing yuan in as well, and shared that most precious time with him, once they were sure. sure that they loved him, as well. sure that they still loved each other just as much. ]

.. in time, it was the three of us, in all things.

[His breathing becomes a touch heavier as Dan Feng strokes him. It's slow but he's steadily hardening beneath the skilled touch. A hand that knows exactly what he likes even though he himself have forgotten.

It's good. It feels good. He brings his hands up to rest at the other's waist. Just to hold him for now but... they don't remain in place. There's the slight desire to wander. To touch. And so they slide up a bit with thumbs brushing over soft skin and curiously exploring.

Not too much as he wants to listen and focus. He lets this individual pull away the curtains from his eyes. To reveal scenes and blow the dust off of them. It's starting to become clearer... Moonlit nights with rice wine. Their bed full. Bodies sore but satisfied... He leans in some, thinking to kiss but it is an uncertain gesture as if he might be rebuked in some way.]

It was warm... I remember that.

[Dan Feng's tail wrapped around him. Jing Yuan not as built then as he is now squeezed between them. Hands holding hands. Noses brushing against one another. Whispered words of love and affection. A love between three that was cut short much too soon. So much left unsaid and done proven by how much their third was left out of their tokens of affection. They barely had any time at all.]

It was. It was always so warm. I loved to be between you both, soaking up all of that lovely heat.

[ no, they didn't have any time, none at all, and that lack of time to fulfill their promises to jing yuan left their third always worrying that he was not enough. dan feng thinks that he has done a good amount to assuage that fear, but with hope, there will be time to do more.

but this.. this is for them, the two of them, to begin mending the shattered pieces of their once steadfast bond, so dan feng keeps his attention on blade, stroking his slowly hardening cock deep and slow, and when he sees blade leaning in, dan feng meets him halfway, kissing him deep and warm, inviting. ]

You used to like to move so fast, I would have to remind you to slow down. That it wasn't a race. Even still, you would often charge ahead anyway.

[ faster. he begins to move his hand faster, speeding up the pace, catching precum with the pad of his thumb to make the way more slippery. his tail sways through the water, before brushing against blade's leg, then coiling slowly around it. those hands skimming over him feel lovely, and dan feng allows himself to enjoy it for a moment before he's taking one of them, and slips it between his own legs, urging him to touch. ]

[He kisses back, parting his lips so that it can be deep and passionate. There's even a soft sound that escapes him due to the kiss alone. And the flood of other sensations certainly help spur him onward.

The hand stroking his cock increases speed and he finds his cock filling up, finally gaining full and complete interest. Pre beads with earnest now and slides onto Dan Feng's busy hand. All of this while important pieces of information are being said. Pieces of his past slowly piecing themself together in his mind.

He liked to go fast, he's told. Quickly... time ever short. Tomorrow is never promised. And besides... If you go quickly you get so many more rounds in. He hasn't the wherewithal to tell this to the other but it makes sense in his shattered mind.]

Long life species move so slowly... [He murmurs the words as his hand is moved, fingers dipping into the other man's vent and there's confidence in the gesture.] You and Jing Yuan always take your time in all things...

[Sparks of Yingxing are resurfacing. Each a little brighter than the next.]

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