"Yeah but we don't need a deal for that. You're a wuss, I can just torture it out of you. How many fingers would you have to lose before you told me? You'd never wave that pretty fan again." Wen Chao was a brute, all options were violence for him. He didn't see a way to handle such things without a little destruction.
"Tell me what you want from me and I'll see if the deal is more fun than cutting off fingers. And once those are gone, there's always toes and teeth." He giggled manically, his eyes sparkling with a morbid delight.
All right. This talk of torture was quite off-putting. It was not surprising that this was where Wen Chao's mind went but it did mean he would have to radically refocus his mind. Which might work best if he scrambled it first. So he leaned back, flicked his fan a little to half-close it, and he looked up at Wen Chao.
"I will teach you about pleasure that you can't even imagine." Wait, he would have to be clearer in this case. "Sex. That's what I'm talking about."
"Why a dude? Ew!" Weng Chao looked at him in disgust and pushed himself back. If his brother ever caught wind of anything like this, he'd beat him half to death! That gay shit was only for westerns and whores with no other source of money. "I got plenty of girls, you dumb fag. I don't need you."
What could a guy even do? Wasn't it all just butt stuff? He didn't mind anal, with girls, it was fun but he didn't really want to have anything in him.
"Ah, nothing like that." Huaisang caught himself easily, leaning back against the wall. He stood much more confidently now, having dropped his mark for the moment. At least a little. "It is not at all the way you think. The games I know how to play, they have nothing to do with fucking."
He used the vulgar word on purpose, even as he covered his mouth with his fan for it. He was still a young gentleman, after all. "They are about deeper desires. Women don't really know how to pleasure a man like you, Wen-gongzi. Isn't there always something missing?"
Not every girl was willing to suck him off and let him fuck them. It was annoying. Also when girls nagged for foreplay. Like he wanted to eat a girl out - he wasn't going to do that shit. It was about him, not her. "They're still young girls so they're pretty shit, you know? I did a whore once but I don't really do it any more, my brother told me you get dickrot that way."
So mostly he went after highschoolers. They were unspoilt then.
Ugh. He was terrible. Wen Chao should not be allowed near women. Honestly, if his plan worked the way he anticipated, Huaisang saw it as a public service for multiple reasons. To hide his reaction to that open display of grossness, he lowered his eyelids and opened up the fan, as if such talk was simply too much for a young gentleman.
Then, with a snap, he closed the fan entirely, slamming it against his open fan. An astonishingly loud sound, he always admired that. "Your whip, A-Chao." He changed how he addressed him. He doubted Wen Chao would catch on to it right away. "You really like it, don't you? You like to watch when it hits someone's skin."
The slam of the fan was loud, he jumped a little and then looked at Nie Huaisang. Eh. He was a pussy, he had nothing to fear. He just smirked up at him. "The whip? Heh, you like it? It was my idea. My brother said to use a knife or a gun but this is way smarter. You know why? It hurts and you don't have to get close." Life-hack. He couldn't be overpowered if he had distance. Or, at least, he thought he couldn't.
Stupid Lan bastard, grabbing his whip. "I like to play with stuff like that. Be unconventional." He loved the sound of the whip, the way it cut through the air - magical.
"I get that. I think it is part of why I like the fan. A small thing can still make a big impact. A loud noise." He snapped the fan back open with an elegant and well-practised flick of his wrist. It was a beautiful fan that he carried with him right now. It was black, with a dragon and a tiger on it. Honestly, he thought of it as his WangXian fan, in honour of his friend Wei Wuxian and the Second Lan and what he hoped would blossom there.
That symbolism didn't matter right now. Right now, what mattered was catching Wen Chao's eyes and holding his gaze. "Can you take pain, A-Chao? Like the pain your whip can deal. Or my fan."
It took him a moment to comprehend what was even being said to him. It always took him a moment. He was not a fast thinker.
"Oi! Don't talk to me in such a way, how dare you?!" Wen Chao snapped because why was this little sissy calling him A-Chao. As if he had any right or say over such a thing. Wen Chao pulled himself upright, proud and nervous, his eyes on the fan. What about the fan? Anyone could take a fan. It wasn't a weapon. "If you speak to me in such a manner again, I will beat you into nothing."
"Anyone could beat me into nothing. I'm not much, am I?" Nie Huaisang raised his eyebrows, challenging. He had seen that hesitation and he had seen a spark there. He was certain of it. So he had to take a risk, for his clan, for his brother, for the good of the city. He would dominate the hell out of Wen Chao. It was the most efficient way toward peace. "Anyone can beat me. But not a lot of real men know how to take pain. Didn't you see the young masters in the other room, whimpering because of you?"
Only one had whimpered and it had been over a dog, not Wen Chao. Whatever. "I am curious how you could handle it. If you are stronger than them."
"What? You think I can't handle pain? Please. I've been shot before." He had not, a bullet grazed his arm and went right into Wen Zhuliu but he had handled it about as well as one might expect Wen Chao to have handled it. He panicked under pressure, he feared to be belittled and attacked, to lose whatever ground he had. He gulped and looked at Nie Huaisang, not sure what was happening.
His voice had changed. His tone. He sounded different. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure why. "I am stronger than any of them. Whips are nothing. I could hold up under torture fine. Us Wens are built different."
"Show me," Nie Huaisang demanded. Then he took a decisive step forward, closed his fan with a sharp sound and, a moment later, he slapped the side of the fan against Wen Chao's cheek with quite a bit of force.
He held it still thereafter, so he could put the tip of it right against Wen Chao's cheek. Looking into his eyes, he allowed himself to smile a little. "You show a lot of strength. Maybe you'd be worthy of truly showing me what you are made of."
He wasn't sure what it was about this whole thing that froze him entirely. It was the strides, the confidence, the eye contact. The way he looked at him, it almost made him shiver. It reminded him of how he felt any time he looked at that Xue Yang psycho. There was a coldness to it, even with the almost playful tone.
When the fan hit him, he winced and held still, his face really hurting. It was embarrassing. If he reacted in pain, he would show weakness. So he had to act unbothered. "Didn't hurt. Barely felt it." Ow.
"Give me your whip," Nie Huaisang demanded, in a gentle but expectant way. He held his free hand out, while he fanned himself with the other, his smile unwavering. "I wonder how good you are at dealing with blows from a whip. You must be stronger than Wei-xiong, you are so much bigger."
He assumed the bulk was mostly baby fat at this point, honestly, but he was not about to say that out loud yet. He just wanted him competing with Wei Wuxian, it seemed like the best way to get under his skin. "Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"
"I don't have to prove anything to you." Only he did. He had to. Nie Huiasang was looking at him like that and talking like that. He didn't know why but his brain was just full of impulses but none of them were to attack this time. "It's my whip." And yet, he reached out and pulled it off his belt, holding it out and hoping he looked challenging. "I'm not afraid of it."
Take off his shirt? Why-- what? He frowned, looking confused. "Why the fuck would I take my shirt off? Wei Wuxian had his on." Did he actually plan to do this? Was he going to get whipped? He didn't know if he actually wanted that.
"Because the fabric would protect you from the impact. I thought since you are a real man, you would want to feel it properly." For the moment, Huaisang had tucked his fan away so he could take the whip from Wen chao instead. He weighed it in his hand and then whipped it through the air once, letting out a low whistle at the sound. "Like music, isn't it?"
He felt they could create a beautiful symphony together. "Are you ready for pain?"
The noise always got him, it felt so good to hear and it made him feel such excitement inside. The noise was always better than the actual impact though, it never quite felt as good as it sounded. He looked at the whip for a while and then pulled his shirt over his head. He wasn't in terrible shape but he was certainly not in great shape either. It was mostly baby fat that made up the bulk of him, there was some muscle, sure, but not much.
"I'm not scared." Wen Chao lied as he faced Nie Huaisang, hoping no one came near this room. Thank God he had locked the door. He really didn't see it coming that he'd be in an elaborate game of pain chicken with this wimp.
"Turn around. You may want to brace yourself against the wall." He was determined to prove himself, he was riddled with self-doubt and Huaisang wondered just how deep that masochism went. He would have to study his reaction closely to gauge that he wasn't going too far.
"You have assumed position." He told Wen Chao once he felt he was in the right place and posture. "Thank you. You have done very well, A-Chao."
That said, he readied the whip. "I will start now. Please keep count for me. I will use your voice to judge how much you can take."
With that, he started whipping. He criss-crossed his back, made sure not to abuse any one area overly much. Even and painful. With a sharp sound followed by the dull impact.
His eyes widened and the impact hit him like a ton of bricks. And not for the reason he expected. It hurt, yes, it really hurt but it was so different. The noise came, as it always did, and then he felt the sting. It was complete. It was finished. That was how it was supposed to go. It was like something clicked in his head.
He scrunched his eyes up in pain and made a small yelping noise. "One. Two."
There, he could count just fine. He was a man, after all. And he could handle a little pain. It came again and he shuddered against the wall. "Three." Fuck.
Ah. It was lovely to hear the sound of his voice. Confirmation that he had been right all along. Now the plan could truly be set into motion. He brought the whip down again and again, finally stopping once they had reached ten. Huaisang stepped forward, close enough to Wen Chao that he could feel the heat come off his reddened back.
He used the whip to run down his chest, lower down to his stomach. "This got you excited, A-Chao. It's plain to see." It really was. Those trousers were tenting. "This is just a taste of what I can show you."
Wen Chao didn't want to look, he didn't want to see but he knew what was coming and he hated it. He looked down and he felt all the colour leave him. He just got hard cause a weakling whipped him in the backroom of his current safehouse. It was as embarrassing as it was enlightening. The shame and the guilt overtook the logic and he turned around suddenly, shoving Nie Huaisang away from him.
"I am not! Stop calling me that! If you touch me again, I will rip your dick off!" Wen Chao was yelling not, unable to stop himself. He was not exactly immune to having tantrums and this one was hard to stop. "You fucked with my head, you weird little faggot!"
He stepped back even further, to be out of the range of this tantrum. Reaching for his fan, he opened it to fan himself as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes on Wen Chao. He resisted the urge to look down again, to notice the obvious bulge. It wasn't terribly impressive anyway. "Ah, I'm not skilled enough to make anyone feel what they would not have felt anyway."
A masochist. He wondered whether he would want to be restrained as well. Probably. "Perhaps next time we should talk in your room. I can share my secrets."
"I will get your secrets. I will rip them out of you if I have to. By Friday, I'll know everything." He had picked Friday, now he had to stick to it. He grabbed his shirt and yanked it back on, looking down and yeah, his dick was really pushing against his jogging pants. And, they were light grey, so there was a small little stain forming. Leakage. Pre-come. He was that hard. Not a little, a lot, apparently.
His eyes widened comically when he saw it and then he looked back up at Nie Huiasang, pointing childishly. "You will pay for this!"
"I'm prepared to pay," Nie Huaisang hastened to say, bowing politely, "I have expensive tastes."
He smiled, just a little bit, and turned his head when he heard someone knock the door. The voice that followed wasn't familiar. It sounded a little rough and perhaps a tad impatient.
"Eh, little boss!" Xue Yang kicked his foot against the door, tired of being kept waiting, "Come out. Your father's sent me."
"Hang on, I'm just, I'm, I have -- it's an interrogation!" Wen Chao snapped angrily as he made sure he was dressed, hoping he could play off the stain as something else as he awkwardly tried to will his boner away. He closed his eyes, thought of seeing his father and like that, his dick swiftly dropped back down.
Gulping, he glared at Nie Huiasang and stormed over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him along as he opened the door.
Xue Yang. The last person he wanted to see. "I have to take this young master back."
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"Tell me what you want from me and I'll see if the deal is more fun than cutting off fingers. And once those are gone, there's always toes and teeth." He giggled manically, his eyes sparkling with a morbid delight.
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"I will teach you about pleasure that you can't even imagine." Wait, he would have to be clearer in this case. "Sex. That's what I'm talking about."
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What could a guy even do? Wasn't it all just butt stuff? He didn't mind anal, with girls, it was fun but he didn't really want to have anything in him.
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He used the vulgar word on purpose, even as he covered his mouth with his fan for it. He was still a young gentleman, after all. "They are about deeper desires. Women don't really know how to pleasure a man like you, Wen-gongzi. Isn't there always something missing?"
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Not every girl was willing to suck him off and let him fuck them. It was annoying. Also when girls nagged for foreplay. Like he wanted to eat a girl out - he wasn't going to do that shit. It was about him, not her. "They're still young girls so they're pretty shit, you know? I did a whore once but I don't really do it any more, my brother told me you get dickrot that way."
So mostly he went after highschoolers. They were unspoilt then.
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Then, with a snap, he closed the fan entirely, slamming it against his open fan. An astonishingly loud sound, he always admired that. "Your whip, A-Chao." He changed how he addressed him. He doubted Wen Chao would catch on to it right away. "You really like it, don't you? You like to watch when it hits someone's skin."
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Stupid Lan bastard, grabbing his whip. "I like to play with stuff like that. Be unconventional." He loved the sound of the whip, the way it cut through the air - magical.
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That symbolism didn't matter right now. Right now, what mattered was catching Wen Chao's eyes and holding his gaze. "Can you take pain, A-Chao? Like the pain your whip can deal. Or my fan."
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"Oi! Don't talk to me in such a way, how dare you?!" Wen Chao snapped because why was this little sissy calling him A-Chao. As if he had any right or say over such a thing. Wen Chao pulled himself upright, proud and nervous, his eyes on the fan. What about the fan? Anyone could take a fan. It wasn't a weapon. "If you speak to me in such a manner again, I will beat you into nothing."
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Only one had whimpered and it had been over a dog, not Wen Chao. Whatever. "I am curious how you could handle it. If you are stronger than them."
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His voice had changed. His tone. He sounded different. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure why. "I am stronger than any of them. Whips are nothing. I could hold up under torture fine. Us Wens are built different."
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He held it still thereafter, so he could put the tip of it right against Wen Chao's cheek. Looking into his eyes, he allowed himself to smile a little. "You show a lot of strength. Maybe you'd be worthy of truly showing me what you are made of."
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When the fan hit him, he winced and held still, his face really hurting. It was embarrassing. If he reacted in pain, he would show weakness. So he had to act unbothered. "Didn't hurt. Barely felt it." Ow.
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He assumed the bulk was mostly baby fat at this point, honestly, but he was not about to say that out loud yet. He just wanted him competing with Wei Wuxian, it seemed like the best way to get under his skin. "Aren't you going to take off your shirt?"
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Take off his shirt? Why-- what? He frowned, looking confused. "Why the fuck would I take my shirt off? Wei Wuxian had his on." Did he actually plan to do this? Was he going to get whipped? He didn't know if he actually wanted that.
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He felt they could create a beautiful symphony together. "Are you ready for pain?"
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"I'm not scared." Wen Chao lied as he faced Nie Huaisang, hoping no one came near this room. Thank God he had locked the door. He really didn't see it coming that he'd be in an elaborate game of pain chicken with this wimp.
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"You have assumed position." He told Wen Chao once he felt he was in the right place and posture. "Thank you. You have done very well, A-Chao."
That said, he readied the whip. "I will start now. Please keep count for me. I will use your voice to judge how much you can take."
With that, he started whipping. He criss-crossed his back, made sure not to abuse any one area overly much. Even and painful. With a sharp sound followed by the dull impact.
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He scrunched his eyes up in pain and made a small yelping noise. "One. Two."
There, he could count just fine. He was a man, after all. And he could handle a little pain. It came again and he shuddered against the wall. "Three." Fuck.
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He used the whip to run down his chest, lower down to his stomach. "This got you excited, A-Chao. It's plain to see." It really was. Those trousers were tenting. "This is just a taste of what I can show you."
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"I am not! Stop calling me that! If you touch me again, I will rip your dick off!" Wen Chao was yelling not, unable to stop himself. He was not exactly immune to having tantrums and this one was hard to stop. "You fucked with my head, you weird little faggot!"
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A masochist. He wondered whether he would want to be restrained as well. Probably. "Perhaps next time we should talk in your room. I can share my secrets."
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His eyes widened comically when he saw it and then he looked back up at Nie Huiasang, pointing childishly. "You will pay for this!"
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He smiled, just a little bit, and turned his head when he heard someone knock the door. The voice that followed wasn't familiar. It sounded a little rough and perhaps a tad impatient.
"Eh, little boss!" Xue Yang kicked his foot against the door, tired of being kept waiting, "Come out. Your father's sent me."
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Gulping, he glared at Nie Huiasang and stormed over to him, grabbing him by his shirt and yanking him along as he opened the door.
Xue Yang. The last person he wanted to see. "I have to take this young master back."
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