[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 2~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 210: Ruin And Misery. (Part 1)🔞

Note:

Mature content in this chapter. 🔞

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Inspiration for this chapter's title:

Moonspell  -  "Ruin & Misery"

Link:  https://mobile.twitter.com/cravedcuddle/status/1606815686856171521

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San Ji was done with the shower soon enough. He did not hear the precise words, but he overheard intense moans and whispering. Without his glasses, he could barely see a thing, but he still could discern that the two men were kneeling in the bath-tub, hugging, kissing  –  and he only caught their last words to each other.

Both their voices sounded so sad that he shuddered. 

What kind of strange relationship was this? They were together almost all the time, but it seemed to be so out of desperation.  They made love often, but it was loud and rough, not really warm and cuddly, affectionate. Just how broken were they?

He realized that it wasn't a happy love. It was a deep connection that was based on need and want, on compatibility due to trauma. He knew bits and pieces about Jiang Cheng's past, and Wei Ying had told him stories too, and  –  well, of course  –  he knew who Lan Xichen's father was, but...

They wore masks in front of other people, he saw it clearly; they wore fake smiles and fake frowns in front of him too. The saddest thing was that they wore masks in front of each other too. They played a role for each other too. Fake happiness, genuine desire. It was a complicated game of hide-and-seek. How could it last?

He shook his head sadly and wrapped the towel around his hips, getting out of the bathroom  –  they didn't even notice him, drowning in each other too deep, once again.

He already knew what was going to follow, but this time he wasn't annoyed. Their sadness was somehow contagious, and he entered his room, listening to the sounds, coming from the bathroom, and later  –  from the bedroom, but he pitied them. 

They were just hurting each other, lying to each other.

It was sad.

It could not last.

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Lan Xichen caught a glimpse of San Ji leaving the room with his peripheral vision and smiled a little. 

Jiang Wanyin was kneeling in the tub in front of him, his back turned to him, having turned his head back, as much as he could, so that they could kiss still. He was so readily getting into a position for sex that his heart ached to watch him turn and expect his pain.

He stirred too, unplugging the bath-tub so that the water could drain away. Jiang Wanyin sighed impatiently. He was still shivering slightly, but Lan Huan suspected it wasn't because he was cold. Acting a little forcefully, he placed his heavy palm on the warm, wet back and pushed forward and down. Jiang Cheng reacted immediately and leaned forward, placing his hands on the far end of the tub, trying to separate his knees further apart, so that he could be as open as possible for his lover, and welcome him better.

Lan Xichen's smile got warmer. He murmured now:

- Back in October, when I first met you, I dreamed about this view. I thought I would never get to have it... I thought it would remain a dream of mine. I really thought that I would never be able to touch you like this... I thought you would never be capable of loving someone like me...

In unison with his words, his hand now trailed possessively, touching, caressing over the smooth skin on Jiang Cheng's back, tracing over his muscles, and lingering his fingertips over the spot where his scar was, touching very lightly, making his lover shudder with the teasing sensation.

Jiang Wanyin hung his head low; his hair fell to the fore. Biting his lips, he remained silent, giving his lover full ownership over this moment of vulnerability and tenderness. He knew that the love-making that was coming was going to be amazing; it was amazing every time, but tonight, Lan Huan was in a special mood.

He had to think of something. He had to think of something better.

A small sigh escaped his lips when the familiar touch moved further down, the possessive hand caressed over his buttocks, and then the fine, long fingers found their way in between, touching intimately, just like so many times before.

He was panting, overwhelmed again by the intense feeling of Lan Huan's fingers invading, reaching into him, pressing into just the right spot.

- You... you just...  -  he whispered.

- Is it good, my love? Do you like it?  –  Lan Huan smirked, listening to his love sounds.

- You... you have no idea... just...

- Oh, but I do, honey... I do.  –  Lan Huan smiled, caressing over his back with his free hand.

For a moment, Jiang Cheng lazily wondered just what those words meant. But then he remembered.

Switch.

- Do you...  -  he did his best to breathe, and speak out the words coherently, despite the mind-blowing persistent rubbing against his weak spot.  –  Do you... miss it? Do you... want it?

He froze, breathing though his mouth, in expectation. Lan Xichen, too, stopped his slow, pushing movements and leaned over his wet back, kissing over his spine, whispering:

- I do. Yes, I do. I want you too. I want to feel you too.

He bit his lips; he had suspected so. 

Of course, it made sense. But how could he outdo what Mike Flannegan had done?

- Do you hate me? Because I don't... I haven't yet...  -  he started weakly, catching his breath.

- No.  –  Lan Xichen said confidently, and kissed on, reaching up his spine, kissing over his nape, his neck, murmuring in his ear now.  –  No. I love you. You are perfect. I will wait. I will wait for you. I can wait. For you to trust me. You have me, Wanyin...

Jiang Cheng whimpered now  –  it was too much, it always was. He could only breathe through his mouth, but he now took a deep breath sharply, and grunted:

- Make love to me. Love me. Any way you want to. I am yours. I will always be yours... And you will forever be mine. If you ever leave me, I will find you, and I will cut you in pieces. And then I will swallow every part of you. I swear it to you. I do.

- I believe that, my love.  –  Lan Huan smiled at the oddly specific love confession that sounded like a threat on his life, of course.  -  Come. Come up.

The warm fingers left him, but in just a second, two strong warm hands helped him kneel in the tub, and quickly slid to caress over his hips and belly, pulling him in, pulling him closer. He realized just now that Lan Huan was kneeling behind him, now kneeling taller behind his back, wrapping him into his arms again, letting him share with body heat.

- I don't know why, but it feels like the first time...  -  he whispered, feeling his mouth dry.  –  On your birthday. In your bathroom. When you touched me... For the first time. I wanted you so badly back then...

- Are you happy, my love?

- You have asked me this before.

- Are you happy, Wanyin?

- You make me happy. I love you horribly, desperately... I'm dying without you... Do you believe me?

- I do, my love. I really do.

- I'm yours, did you know that?

- Yes, my love.

- Show me. Tonight.