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Dan Heng would be hard-pressed to think of a time where he would have willingly put himself in a confined room with Blade of all people. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t on edge, but Silver Wolf’s presence calmed those nerves slightly - as if in the presence of an owner who had the ability to muzzle their dog.
He had placed himself at a small desk sat against a single-paned window. The vibrant nightscape of Duomension City filled the room with a kaleidoscope of purples and pinks and blues. Muted sounds of fanfare and laughter occasionally leaked through. It made the tense silence in the room a little more palpable. Dan Heng kept his attention on the sights outside, face resting into his palm.
“You two are a bore to be around, are you sure you don’t want to liven things up?” Silver Wolf pressed, “We’re going to be here all night, are you both going to be sitting in silence the entire time?”
Blade rested against a wall with his eyes shut. He did not respond.
“What’s there to talk about?” Dan Heng replied.
“Ugh, whatever. At least start bickering a little, give me some entertainment,” Silver Wolf huffed. Something flashed on her wrist and she suddenly became engrossed in a different conversation entirely.
“My contact has finally got in touch,” she said, “I’m going to head out.”
Dan Heng’s entire body flashed with alarm. He did his best not to let it show on his face.
“Is that okay with you?” Blade’s voice cut straight through him. When he turned his head, he was discomforted to see Blade hadn’t opened his eyes.
“I can handle you,” Dan Heng replied irritably.
The shadow of a smirk creeped on Blade’s lips.
“Can you?”
Silver Wolf stood up. “Uhm, look, if I leave I’m not going to come back to a bloodbath… right?”
“As long as I can prevent it, no,” Dan Heng said.
Silver Wolf shot him a withering look.
“Well, you kids play nice. I shouldn’t be more than an hour or two.”
And with that, Silver Wolf was gone. The silence suddenly became far more stifling, every sound seemed to echo, even Blade’s breathing sent the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He tried to look outside of the window, but he couldn’t help flicking his eyes back over to Blade’s prone form.
“Stop staring. You’re irritating me.”
Again, he hadn’t once opened his eyes. How the hell was he reading him so well?
“I’m in your thoughts.” Blade’s deep rumble filled the room. His eyes widened in shock. Surely he couldn’t -
“It was a joke,” Blade continued, “I can hear you panicking.”
Dan Heng scowled.
“I don’t like how familiar you’re being with me.”
Blade chuckled, and Dan Heng hated the way the sound tumbled in his stomach. “Scares you, doesn’t it?”
Dan Heng opted to cut the conversation down entirely and turned back to face the window. Nothing about this mission was simple it seemed, every part of the story had its twists and turns. How could he have possibly imagined being here with Blade, in this non-descript safehouse, trying to circumvent their fate?
The enormity of the task scared him - Blade scared him - but the idea of letting fate catch him in its maw and swallow him whole? Well, that scared him more.
“I’m not scared of you,” Dan Heng found himself uttering out loud.
“Liar,” Blade declared with relish, “Maybe you’re no longer scared of me, but you’re scared of what I know, aren’t you? The idea that someone knows you more than you know yourself.”
His entire skin itched. It was true, he’d kept himself reserved and aloof to everyone who knew him - and that included himself. There were things he’d opted never to learn and never to pry into. Such was the burden of wearing a dead man’s husk.
Blade however was privy to the intimate details of his past life - which put him at a significant advantage. For someone as inwards as Dan Heng, there was nothing worse than contending with someone who’d seen your innards laid bare and who’d mapped every vein and sinew.
“We’re supposed to be on neutral terms right now, I don’t know what you get out of riling me up,” Dan Heng said.
“You know what I get out of riling you up.”
Dan Heng felt his body grow hot. He was probably imagining it, no, definitely imagining it. There were no layered meanings behind that statement. He buried his face into his palm and contended with the bright carousel of lights outside.
It seemed Blade had agreed to his truce, the room was silent for many moments more. It did nothing to quell the ache in the pit of his stomach.
He could not name it. It was a strange, uncomfortable thing. It burned like an aching wound. It writhed and festered inside of him, like something seeking exit. It did not feel his, it felt alien, nonetheless his body spoke to it as if it were home.
Somehow, as if Blade could sense that aching inside of him, he spoke aloud,
“Aren’t you curious? About just how much I know?”
“You know nothing about me, the man you knew is dead.”
Blade chuckled, “Is that so?”
Suddenly the man stood up, Dan Heng flinched in alarm.
“Same stubborn eyes,” he murmured - edging closer, “But filled with a naivety that speaks of your inexperience. You have no idea how much of a disadvantage that puts you under.”
Dan Heng stared back in defiance.
“Clearly not disadvantaged enough that I’m still able to defeat you.”
“Hah!” Blade scoffed, “I’m loath to admit that I’m under the disadvantage of my affliction.”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” Dan Heng retorted.
Blade smiled, it was unnerving. Before he could react Blade suddenly caught his throat and raised his head to the light. Dan Heng’s muscles tensed. However, when Blade lifted his fingers to curl around his chin, Dan Heng was dismayed to feel that ache in his belly burn ever hotter.
“Let go of me,” he managed to hiss.
Blade it seemed had no such desire, he began pulling him upwards, and loath to have his neck snapped in two he followed his fingers until he was stood upright and Blade examined him like fresh kill.
Blood red eyes raked over his body and Dan Heng shivered. That infuriating, awful, foreign ache bloomed in his stomach and found purchase between his thighs. What was this? His eyes narrowed in disbelief and anger. Blade simply smiled.
Blade’s thumb slid upwards and pressed against his lower lip - ever so slightly dipping into the heat of his mouth. He gasped.
Which seemed plenty enough for Blade. With a look of mocking victory, he let him go.
“What was that?” he demanded - feeling out of sorts and dishevelled.
“Nothing for the inexperienced youth to concern themselves with,” Blade replied smoothly.
“I’m not a toy. I would prefer it if you didn’t touch me again.”
“How can you say that with such a tempting expression on your face?” Blade chuckled, “It’s akin to asking the wolf not to take a bite out of the trembling lamb.”
“I’m not trembling,” said Dan Heng - who now was very much concerned that he was in fact trembling.
“You would do well not to antagonise me further, I cannot be held responsible for what happens in this enclosed space.”
“A remarkable thing to say when you were the one antagonising me.”
Blade’s infuriating smirk never left his face. He knew damn well what he was doing.
“I’m referring to a different kind of antagonism. One you’re very adept at.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Dan Heng said, exasperated.
“I know you don’t. Which is why it’d be best that you keep your mouth shut.”
“And now you’re treating me like a child,” Dan Heng retorted, “I think it’d be best for the both of us if it were you who kept their mouth shut.”
“And have to listen to you pining all night? No, this is far more fun.”
That ache had started worming its way into his head. He found it far more difficult to conjure up a witty rebuttal, though if he were truthful he wasn’t even certain what it was they were arguing about. Nonetheless every word Blade uttered sent him into an ever-growing delirium. He hated being around Blade. He hated the strange and uncomfortable ways Blade made him feel. Blade was a parasite from his past life determined to latch onto his skull.
“I’m not pining,” he said eventually.
“Aren’t you?” Oh no, why couldn’t Blade just shut up. “Your body tells me otherwise.”
Dan Heng’s thoughts felt as if they were being filled with tar.
“My body is telling you no such thing!”
That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Blade stepped forward and pressed his bulk against his chest. The burning inside him caught on like kindling. He could not help the desperate gasp that left his lips, nor the way his body trembled against him.
“I did warn you.” Blade spoke in a low rumble that made him feel all the more dishevelled.
Dan Heng found he could no longer answer. He was caught between disbelief and want and self-loathing. Blade pressed his thigh between his legs and even those emotions subsided and were replaced with all-encompassing lust.
He latched onto Blade’s chest - half intending to keep himself steady, half intending to throw him over his shoulder. Blade ground his knee against his crotch and he saw stars. This was a new form of combat he was not at all trained in - Blade indeed had the upper hand.
When it seemed Dan Heng was completely defeated, Blade stepped away.
“Do you understand now?”
He didn’t, he didn’t understand any of this. He didn’t understand why Blade had this effect on him, he didn’t understand the strange unseelie urges in his body, he didn’t understand why he yearned and hungered for Blade as if he were a man starved. It frightened him.
Before he could surmise a coherent answer, he had strided over to Blade and pressed his hungry mouth over his.
Blade froze in shock, before curling his arms around his waist and growling a curt, “Idiot!” into his mouth. Blade kissed him back, hard, fierce, with all the desperation of a man absent of warmth and touch. Dan Heng moaned into his mouth and it seemed to drive him into a frenzy, his hands fought to pull apart his clothing and rake his hands down the lean muscle of his chest. A wayward thought passed through Dan Heng’s mind - about how easy it would be for Blade to plunge a dagger straight through his chest at that very moment - he found the fear was not enough of a motivator to get him to stop.
Suddenly, Dan Heng was no longer clothed from the waist up. Blade’s sharp and beastly mouth ravaged along his neck and his shoulder. Those strong broad hands held him as if he were a work of art, a beautiful medium in which those artisan hands could mould into the right shape.
This was wrong, this was so very wrong, but the pleasure had blinded him from the consequences. He found himself snaking a hand into Blade’s shirt and gasping at the thick muscle beneath his palms. Such a beautiful monster, the thought sickened him.
Blade placed some distance between them, before pulling off his own upper half of clothing. His torso was a mess - full of thick knots of scars that threaded through his skin. Blade caught him looking and grabbed at his hand. He placed it on the spaces where his spear had struck in the past. Dan Heng winced and tried to pull away, Blade held him in place.
“Are you ashamed?” he asked, “You should be. You made this body with your own hands after all.”
He dragged his hand down to cup at the notable erection straining against his trousers.
“And this too, is your responsibility.”
Dan Heng couldn’t help the dizzying rush of want that fizzled down his spine. He was sick, he had to be, what was wrong with him? His hands moved of their own accord, fascination had him pressing his palm against his clothed cock and feeling his shape. He felt nauseous. He felt exhilarated. He gaped up at Blade who looked down at him with an expression of amused contempt.
“You know what to do, don’t you?” he pressed.
Dan Heng didn’t. Nonetheless he found himself dropping to his knees and making quick work unbuttoning the clasp on his pants.
Blade’s oppressive cock bounced out of his underwear the moment he peeled them down. If he were in a better frame of mind he would’ve taken it as the moment to run out of the door, instead he wetted his lips and lathed a tongue over his dripping head. The taste made him dizzy. The more he consumed the less himself he felt.
“Right back where you belong,” Blade husked as Dan Heng slid his mouth over his cock. Why was he doing this? He wasn’t being forced - he - he wanted this. He couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t help moaning as Blade filled his mouth, his entire body thrummed with a need need need need -
The sensible part of him wrested enough control to pull himself off his cock.
“When is Silver Wolf coming back?” he asked, breathless.
Blade tutted and shoved his head back down on his dick.
“What does it matter? She can wait.”
Dan Heng pulled himself back off.
“I would prefer not to be caught in such an incriminating position.”
“Afraid of others knowing your sin?” Blade said, “Bask in the shame.”
Blade wrapped a hand into his hair and fucked into his mouth. He spluttered and gagged but attempted to manage the intrusion nonetheless. Furious bewildered tears streamed down his cheeks. His mind seemed to slip out of his skull. He let Blade use his mouth as the thoughts seemed to splash out with each angry thrust.
Blade’s composure began to slip, he fucked into him harder as he began to gasp like a dying animal. Dan Heng watched him with enraptured fascination, Blade slammed his cock deep into his throat and let out a long agonising groan. Salty semen filled his tongue. Instinct had him swallowing it - what instinct? A lead weight sat in his stomach as Blade stepped backwards with a satisfied smirk.
“We should stop here,” he said - more for himself than Blade.
“Who says I was finished with you?”
Dan Heng swallowed the lust that rose in his throat. He quickly stood up and made to sit at his chair near the window. Blade’s hand curled around his wrist, holding him in place, Dan Heng bared his teeth.
“You’ve riled me up, I’m afraid I won’t be sated until I’ve had my fill,” Blade threatened.
Dan Heng looked down and was dismayed to realise that Blade’s erection hadn’t flagged in the slightest. What a beast.
“You’ve had enough of me,” Dan Heng snapped, “Let me go.”
“How can you say that when you’re soaked to the bone with your filth?”
Blade punctuated his words by grabbing at his crotch and pushing hard against the clear dark stain of arousal. Dan Heng gasped and clutched at the arm holding him steady. Blade prowled towards him, moving him further back into the room until the table was pressed up against the small of his back.
“Little little lamb,” Blade husked, “Mouthing over my cock like a gutless whore. I bet if I prodded and poked you a little more I could have you begging for it.”
“Fuck you,” Dan Heng snarled.
“For a man who has shed his past life, you’re struggling to keep your hands off me,” Blade continued, pinning his large body against his. “Did I fuck you so hard it carried through? Or is there just something about me that’s so irresistible to you? Maybe it’s both. Maybe you’re just in denial.”
He wanted nothing more than for Blade to shut his mouth. No matter how harsh nor how cruel Blade’s words were, it did not stop his insides from clenching. He seemed to be delaying the inevitable, because the moment Blade slid an arm around his waist Dan Heng shoved his lips onto his once more.
This kiss was deeper and more frantic. Blade growled into his mouth, he pushed a hand down between their bodies and into the confined heat of his sex. Dan Heng broke away to let out a throaty hiss. Nobody had ever touched him there, and now Blade was -
He hadn’t space to think before his trousers were wrenched off his body.
A feeling of shame and self-consciousness overtook him, those feelings only worsened when Blade pushed him atop the table and spread his legs wide.
“Your desperate little cunt is calling for me,” Blade said. His ears burned.
Vidyadhara were not the same anatomically as humans. As a draconic race - and one that was now functionally sexless - they shared the same set of genitalia. On a superficial level the closest human equivalent was a vagina. It was not a cunt, nonetheless it did not stop Blade from treating it like one.
Two broad fingers slid into the heat of his body and Dan Heng spasmed against the table top.
“Swallowing me in, like it’s hungry for me to fill it,” Blade laughed - watching as his fingers easily slid in and out with a noticeable squelch. “I could toy with you like this all day, how long could you last I wonder?”
Blade seemed to make good on his statement. He plunged his fingers into his body and curled them around in his insides and left Dan Heng a shivering shaking mess.
This was mortifying. He wanted nothing more than to curl into a little ball and hide himself away - but here came Blade, defiling him and ruining him as he had done since the moment he was released out into the world. He wondered if he’d ever be free of Blade, really. Maybe they were inseparably bound to one another until the end of time. The futility of that concept threatened to take away what little sanity he had left.
“B-Blade - I can’t - stop -”
Blade did not stop. He only sped up. He filled the room with a sickening squelch as his fingers rammed into him with a merciless pace. Dan Heng could do nothing other than twist atop the table with eyes blown wide. His climax came upon him like a hunt. The quickening of heartbeats and the rush of adrenaline and the sharp eyes of a predator boring down upon on him as his bones snapped in two. He tilted his head back and let out a long uneven gasp. Blade continued to finger him right through it.
His legs were still shaking by the time Blade seemed satisfied with his quarry and pulled out.
“You’re still twitching,” Blade marvelled, looking over him as if he were a wonder. “Tell me, has anyone touched you since I last had you?”
“You’ve never had me,” Dan Heng replied hoarsely.
Blade closed his eyes and smiled.
“Just the answer I wanted to hear.”
Before he could protest against it Blade had approached him and slid his monstrous erection between his thighs. He let it slide wetly against his sex, toying with the threat of penetration. Dan Heng couldn’t help but to hold his breath - strangely transfixed by the image of the head of his cock bobbing in and out of view. He braced himself for the sudden intrusion, it never came.
“You look disappointed,” Blade said, “What’s the matter?”
“I’m not disappointed,” he retorted sharply, “What are you waiting for, if you’re going to put it inside of me then hurry up.”
“Would you like me to?”
The corners of Dan Heng’s lips twitched.
“Stop playing around.”
“I’m not a monster,” Blade continued, “I’ll only put it in if you ask.”
He was toying with him, of course Blade wasn’t going to ask. Every action Blade took was taken with the express purpose of making him suffer and - oh. He wasn’t going to put it in him, he was going to make him ask for it.
Which seemed a simple matter, he’d say no. Of course he would say no, how addled in the mind would he have to be to willingly agree to be defiled by Blade? The more he tried to gather his constitution the more he found himself lacking of it. His body burned and ached, every time Blade slid the tip of his cock against his hole he hungered for the feel of it burying inside of him. He was fucked, figuratively, literally. He hated this primal part of him, if only he could bury the parts of himself he reviled alongside the shedded skin of his past lives.
After an age of agony, he eventually uttered,
“Do it.”
Blade paused.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me,” Dan Heng said, “I said do it. Get it over with.”
“Hmm,” Blade hummed. He slowly slid his cock between his legs. “That didn’t sound very enthusiastic to me. I think you need to be more convincing.”
Dan Heng gritted his teeth.
“Fuck me.”
Blade laughed.
“Try again.”
He was keenly aware of how hot his cheeks were. He must’ve looked a sight - flushed pink with viscous fluid draped over his thighs. Indeed Blade seemed content simply drinking in the sight of him, his firm erection never flagged.
“What else do you want me to say?” Dan Heng seethed, “Fuck me.”
Blade said nothing and continued to slide against his crotch. This was driving him crazy, the desperation began creeping up his spine.
“Please.” Dan Hang fought to get the words out. They were like cotton in his mouth. “I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Good boy.”
And suddenly Blade was filling him. The sensation wasn’t something Dan Heng could have anticipated - Blade pierced straight through him as if sliding a dagger into flesh. He could feel him pressing up against his guts, a noticeable dull ache at the pit of his stomach. His body pulled him in as if he were home. Blade grunted as his hips met his backside.
It did not take long for Blade to start slamming into him - barely giving him the grace of adjustment. Dan Heng found himself being shoved up and down the table as that thick intrusion hit all the parts of him that made him lose sense.
“This body was made for me,” Blade said gruffly, “You say you no longer remember your past life, then allow me to make you reacquainted.”
He hated the way he thrilled when Blade’s muscular bulk fell on top of him. The man permeated his senses, his scent, his beautiful face, his broken keening. Blade held him with possession. He watched every expression that flitted across Dan Heng’s face - it seemed kindling that only encouraged him further. Dan Heng sobbed as his cock pummeled against his insides. Blade watched him with delight.
“No matter how many skins you shed and how many faces you wear, I’ll make sure you can’t live a single day without the memory of me inside of you. I’ll ruin you until the light leaves your eyes.”
Those words only messed up his mind more. He latched his arms around Blade’s wide back, desperately seeking grounding.
“Delve into restless sleep, be chased by me every night.”
Dan Heng mouthed over his lips, gasping and hissing into his teeth.
“Know that if another lover touches your body, you shall never be rid of the memory of me.”
Blade slid his hands underneath his hips to lift his rear. He punctured into him deeper than he had done before. Dan Heng could do nothing other than hold on tightly to that mottled taut skin.
“Let me haunt you until the end of time.”
Dan Heng wasn’t certain if he would even be capable of remembering those words, there was little else he could concentrate on other than the numbing pleasure swimming in his veins and perfusing into his mind. He probably would be ruined after this, ruined until the day he died. He didn’t think he would be capable of forgetting the way Blade hammered into his body.
Blade began to speed up, stuttering and jerking into him with fiercesome strength. That growing gnawing ache took what little control he had left. He sobbed with abandon into Blade’s mouth as the man began to growl and grunt with each furious thrust. The end took him and dropped him into the abyss. He could comprehend nothing other than the blinding pleasure that fizzled through every inch of his skin.
When he finally regained a sense of reality, he found Blade gasping and spilling into him, leaving his insides full and hot.
They said nothing for a long while - the silence interspersed with their heaving breaths. Blade attempted to stand, their sticky sweat-damp skin peeled apart. Dan Heng let out a sigh of relief. Good. Great. Now that awful tension between them was dissipated and they could continue this mission without distraction. He’d go back to the Express and expunge this encounter into the deep recesses of his mind.
He attempted to sit upwards on uneven shaking legs, Blade’s come leaked out of his sex and onto the table. Disgusting. He swallowed down the little rush of excitement at the sight.
“We should clean up before Silver Wolf gets back,” he said. His voice was hoarse and broken. “Have you heard anything since?”
Blade said nothing, he simply stood there and continued staring.
“I’m sure you don’t want your colleagues finding the room in such a state, come on, we need to get the room back into order.”
Blade caught his arm as he attempted to walk by. Dan Heng shot him an admonishing glare, only to find his attention caught by a very firm and proud intrusion poking from between his legs. Such was the curse of abundance it seemed, oh he had to be kidding -
“Silver Wolf can wait, I am not finished with you.”
Dan Heng barely managed much of a retort before he was held up against the wall, legs wrapped around Blade’s middle, and crying out long into the night.
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Dan Heng awoke to Blade’s bulk pinning him down against the floor. He had lost count of how many times they had made love - if such a term really applied here. Every muscle screamed in pain, every inch of his skin seemed drenched in some kind of fluid, and he was dismayed to realise Blade had fallen asleep with his cock still buried deep inside of him.
Blade was well and truly dead to the world, and Dan Heng made a good attempt at slipping out from underneath his broad arms. Eventually he pulled himself free, and quickly made his way to the bathroom to get himself back into some kind of order. He did not glance too long at the mirror - at his reddened face and hickey stained neck - and luxuriated in a shower that only seemed to soak off a small amount of the grime that had clung to him.
After many a moment lost in the steam, he felt a little more himself again.
He came back to the room, quickly dressed himself, and glanced out at the bright orange light of daytime. Had Silver Wolf not come back at all? The thought worried him, he was just about to slip out into hallways when he discovered a note slipped under the front door.
He stared at it for a while with a sickly sense of dread.
“I’ll be in the Cafe downstairs when the two of you are ready. You’re both really gross, by the way.”
Ah. Fantastic. What was more enjoyable than a high-stakes mission with shame written across your face the entire time? Dan Heng gathered his resolve, and went to reawaken Blade.