Qi Rong x Lang Qianqi

Pt 1

Qi Rong was held firmly against the wall, the lapels of his hanfu held tightly. As if he was about to squirm out of the much, much larger man's grasp. He sputtered, surprised a little by the aggression from the man. And the perverted forwardness of it all. He began laughing, a deranged and cacophonous holler. "Hmmm? Hmmmmm? That flower holding dirty bastard cousin of mine's beloved pupil is capable of this? Such inappropriate forwardness to this senior? HAH. What are you gonna do now you've caught me? Hmmm? Hmmm?" He teased, lolling his head back and forth and snickering. His matte black hair slopped back and forth as a disgusting, greasy, convoluted mess. A dirty, smelling, and practically wet mound of ink black muck. Lang sneered and dropped his right hand, taking a firm grasp of the ghost's hair, the part closest to the scalp, and slamming him against the wall. He dropped the man, letting him fall to the floor. His head throbbed. He couldn't help but laugh. "HAHAHAHAH!! Proving my point Tai Hua! You're REALLY discrediting your point! What? Hm? Gonna kill me?? Like I had your parents killed?" He wheezed, his croaking and choking laugh making it seem like he was hacking up a hairball, not laughing. This was greeted by a firm kick in the stomach. He went rolling along the floor, holding his stomach as he kicked his legs in a fit of laughter. "What? Scared to hurt me? Hmmm? SURELY it gets better than that!" He taunted.

Lang stomped over solemnly. He scowled, scrunching his nose and furrowing his thick brows as he bent to grip Qi Rong's hair once more. He dragged the ghost up, and all he could do was meekly grasp at his wrist, smirking up through the hair covering most of his face. "Not done yet? What? Gonna fuck me up then fuck me or something? Seemed like your filthy cutsleeve perverted ass wanted to with how you were tryna tear my clothes earlier. HAVE AT ME!" Lang did exactly that. Well, the 'fuck up' bit. So far at least. He dragged the slob of a man by the hair, sending him flying into another wall, back arching as it struck hard against the wall. Qi Rong was finally quiet for a minute, sputtering blood out his mouth and quickly trying to wipe it up with his sleeve. Before he had time to process, Lang had yanked him up by the hair again. Tears were welling in his eyes, but his face was contorted into a sick, maniacal grin. "Gross. You're practically begging me to fuck you," he commented, pulling the vile man by the hair. He slammed him back into the ground, stepping hard onto his back and receiving a small huff from the other. Lang quickly pulled the man's arms behind him, getting a thick and coarse rope, using it to bind his arms.

Qi Rong was attempting a laugh, though his air was being cut off. He was very much struggling. "Bondage?,, HAH!" he croaked out with immense struggle. This only caused Lang to dig his heels even deeper into Qi Rong's back, getting a small whimper from the man. After tying him, he holstered the disgusting ghost up by the arms. He let out a huff and shoved him forwards, only for Qi Rong to stumble and only save himself by slamming his chest and face into the stone wall. How the fuck had he gotten here again? Chased by this absolute freak into a desolate fucking bunker in the middle of nowhere! Just his fucking luck huh? Now he had a busted chin, a chest that rattled whenever he breathed (how did that happen??) a throbbing head and tied arms. All in a room with a cutsleeved freak! What if he got fucked? What if he liked it? He was only now realising the urgency. He struggled to push himself back, then falling backwards and stumbling back into Lang. He looked up and flashed him a bloody smile with his neat but yellowed teeth. The only response he got was and quiet, "ew" and subsequent hair yanking. He was immediately chucked back into the ground. "STILL JUST PULLING MY HAIR? THIS SENIOR IS STARTING TO THINK YOUR GROSS ASS IS INTO THAT! HAAAH!" he screeched before getting a firm boot to the waist. "TRYING TO BRUISE MY WAIST IN MORE WAY THAN ONE? FUCKING PERV!" He accused, rolling around like a madman tripping on bathsalts. Though, his mannerisms were quite akin to this picture.
He scowled once again, shaking his head with a disgusted frown on his face. He drew his sword, gently and delicately. He walked over to Qi Rong, stepping on his chest once more and positioning it above his throat. "Shut up you filthy bitch." He hissed, his face painted with fury. "I'm not here to fuck you. Im here to fucking kill you for what you did." His voice wavered, trembling as his facade began to break apart. "To my family. What did they EVER do to you?" He asked, his face slowly turning into an expression akin to a kid who had just been told santa wasn't real, like a scolded puppy. Qi Rong couldn't help but laugh. "OH WAH WAH! SAVE ME THE SOB STORY!! Finished what my no-good cousin couldn't! Started the decline of you Yong'An WHELPS! AHAHAH. They deserved it! YOU WOULD'VE TOO! Go on KILL ME! You dont know where my ashes are! Good luck fucker!" He sneered, spitting up onto Lang. The taller man was furious again. Steeling his expression, restoring the cold exterior. He slashed his sword across Qi Rong's chest splitting his clothes open and making blood ooze out. The ghost's clothes quickly turning black from the liquid that poured and poured. "OOOH THE PUPPY HAS FANGS?" He continued to retch, squirming and moving to use Lang's deeply dug heel to widen the wound. "GO ON. STAB ME!"