He had one young master left. One. The others had escaped, overpowering him and humiliating him. He insisted that they were ambushed en-route and lied to his father, pretending his injuries were from being attacked fighting and not being caught trying to run. He was humiliated, defeated and miserable.
His father had yelled, his brother had punched him so hard in his arm that his fingers went numb for a while and now he had returned, tail tucked between his legs.
It wasn't over. He could still win this one. He had one young master and a Friday deadline.
When he returned, he immediately yelled at his guards to bring Nie Huaisang to the backroom, preparing to properly torture him this time.
"Good evening," Nie Huaisang said politely and composed. Two traits that seemed to be entirely foreign to Wen Chao and that might make it easier to give the appearance that he was in control. Obviously he was aware of the actual situation and it carried significant worries with it. However, he still did not consider Wen Chao such a big danger. He was confident he could handle him.
"You look hurt. I'm sorry." He showed empathy, another thing Wen Chao was likely unfamiliar with.
"Because of your idiot friends! That fucking Wei Wuxian, that little bitch. He screwed me over. He always does it. I hate him!" With his perfect hair and charming smile, the way his eyes twinkled. He hated that twinkle. He wanted to remove that twinkle forever. Stupid handsome bastard. "You all think you're better than me but you're not! You're lowly scum and you will bow to the superiority of the Wen Clan!"
Wen Chao picked up a cattle prod and held it in his hand threateningly, practically snarling at Nie Huiasang. Yes, he was in full tantrum mode. "I will make your precious da-ge suffer. I will make you suffer. The Nies will surrender by Friday!"
"Yes, yes. Of course. Before the banks close." Nie Huaisang nodded in agreement, wondering a little about just what had happened. He did not doubt that Wei Wuxian had done something. Likely something provocative and daring. He almost regretted not being there.
The cattle prod did not worry him so much yet, Wen Chao seemed to busy gesticulating angrily to use it. "It does not seem fair that you should be set up for failure like this. I wish they treated you with more fairness. Give you tasks to show that you are a good boy."
"Exactly!" Wen Chao agreed without actually realising fully what he had agreed with. "It's not fair, I told da-ge that I can't do this and he just laugh--" Then he paused mid-rant, realising what he was admitting and saying. He couldn't let this punk know that he was struggling or he'd never get anything from him.
He already embarrassed himself with him last time. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't give in. "You're doing that thing again! You're getting in my head." He flailed his stupid cattle prod in the vague direction of Nie Huiasang. "Get out of my head, you evil bitch!"
"I'm not in your head, A-Chao. I'm here, watching you. I wish others would treat you with more understanding. It is not your fault that they underestimated what Wei Wuxian and the others are capable of." He could get him to ranting, maybe that was the wisest move. It was certainly getting him a lot of information. "Wei-xiong is my friend, so I know well how clever he is. You are not to blame. You should have been given more permission."
"It's just not fair. Wei Wuxian doesn't even matter, no one cares about him. He's a nothingness. He was only here because of Jiang Cheng! Not that any of it matters, anyway. They can be as cunning as they like but they won't know what's going to hit them!" Once him and Wen Zhuliu go to Lotus pier, he could redeem himself. That was what his dad had told him. He didn't need Wen Xu to do it, he could do it and he would show his dad he was just as competent.
"When everyone is destroyed around him, I will set my dog loose on Wei Wuxian and watch the mutt maul the shit out of him!" That'd show the arrogant fucker.
"So you really want to make Wei Wuxian pay. I understand." Understand, was taking note of it, considered ways to warn his friends. That was definitely a threat to Lotus Pier. Perhaps even set to take place before dealing with his brother now. Nie Huaisang got his fan out of its pocket, opening it up with a quiet flick so he could fan himself. "Do you know why Wei Wuxian is so scared of dogs?"
Perhaps if he shared some stories, more would come from Wen Chao. "He has told me. He's lived on the streets for a while, after his parents died. He had to fight dogs for scraps."
"Oh boo-hoo. When I was a kid, I almost died from toxic shock cause my brother put a cobra in my bed. That's part of life. Animals suck. That's why I don't like them. Even my dog, he's cute but sometimes, he snaps and I kick him." Wen Chao really struggled with the basic concept of empathy and gentleness so it wasn't a surprise he had no way of really handling them.
He couldn't control a dog, how could he control anything else? "I think it's good he has some fear because he's far too arrogant. I'm going to take him down a peg. You watch, by Wednesday, I will make Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian beg at my feet. They'll cry too. It'll be very embarrassing for them!"
Wednesday. That was a very tight time frame, but at least it gave him a concrete day to work with. Now he would just have to find a way to communicate it to his friend. "Do you like that image? Someone begging at someone's feet. On their knees perhaps?"
He made a knowing hum, opening his fan up fuller so he could hide the lower half of his face entirely. "Interesting." He really did wish to be thoroughly dominated. At least he did not have to feel bad for giving him what he clearly yearned for. "Lotus Pier is hard to get into, I hope you won't get hurt. I almost feel like I'm your gege now, A-Chao. I want to take care of you."
"Don't talk so disrespectfully to me! I'm the same age, you can't be my gege. You will see my true power soon enough. You will hear talk of it in the halls and you will fear me." Wen Chao insisted but instead of sounding confident and dominant, he sounded also desperate and whiny. It wasn't fair. Why did the way he spoke just go right through him? Like a hot knife through butter.
He swallowed hard and didn't allow himself to get pulled down. He just puffed out his cheeks angrily. "I know how to get into Lotus Pier now. It's the docks. They won't see us coming because we have the perfect vessel. It's a fishing boat. Clever, eh? I came up with it!"
"I am a few months older than you, actually. People tend to forget because of my size." He had learned by watching Meng Yao for so many years that being underestimated for these trivial reasons was often a good thing. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, A-Chao. I just want to look out for you."
A fishing boat. He assumed Wen Chao had not actually come up with that plan, it was entirely too clever and not his style at all, but he reached out so he could gently pat his arm with his fan, which he had closed up with a quick move. "What an impressive plan. You are quite the clever boy, aren't you?"
"Damn right, I am. No one thinks I am cause every time I do something clever, Wei Wuxian has to get in the way or something. He's not the best at everything though, I'm better in other things. I'm good at shooting, you should see my targets after practise." He was a good shot but he couldn't pull off the trick shots that Wei Wuxian did. It wasn't fair. He didn't notice how he was smiling, preening already, wanting to show off how clever he was. He didn't know why it mattered to him, it just did.
"And I'm the one that told my baba to go for Lotus Pier over the Unclean Realm." Mostly because he hated Wei Wuxian and wanted him to suffer. "You're welcome, I guess."
"Wei-xiong is my friend but he can be annoying. You are right to say so. He is not the best at everything." Some things, Lan Zhan was best at instead. Maybe Jin Zixuan. That seemed to generally be it, honestly. Not that Nie Huaisang was about to tell that to Wen Chao, who was in the process of uncovering his praise kink. "I've seen the way you handle a gun, A-Chao. You are very good at it. Very intimidating."
He moved his fan, so he could stroke along the side of Wen Chao's face instead. "Thank you for going for Lotus Pier first. You are good to your gege, A-Chao. I should do something for you in turn, shouldn't I?"
"You're welcome. It was hard too cause my dad really hates you Nie bastards." He worked hard to get revenge of Wei Wuxian, to the point of practically derailing the entire plan but still, his father didn't mind. As long as everyone ended up under the Wens then nothing much mattered.
The fan was against his face and he remembered last time it was pushing on his cheek. The sting. The sharp hit. How good it felt. "You do owe me." Maybe he could make Nie Huiasang give him something in return. "Tell me one of your secrets then. As a thank you."
"One of my secrets?" That was quite the exchange for the literal barrage of information he kept giving him. Still, Nie Huaisang acted coy, withdrawing the fan to open it back up and hide behind it, lowering his eyes for the moment. "Oh, I don't know."
When in doubt, always a good line to say. He did know, however, so he looked at Wen Chao again, meeting his eyes. "My secret is that I collect erotica." Not much of a secret. "Erotic art. In all its forms. And it has made me quite the connoisseur. I love looking at a strong man's erection. It can be so aesthetically pleasing."
He sighed and shrugged. "Only most men can't measure up to the perfection I have seen."
"I was hoping a gang secret." Weng Chao huffed in annoyance. He wanted a plan he could foil or intel he could share with his dad. This was just a nothing burger. So the guy liked porn? Big deal. "You're a guy, why not just get on pornhub and jack off like normal people? You don't need to buy art for that sort of thing."
Wen Chao felt that was a helpful thing to explain.
Cockily, Wen Chao smirked and then looked down at himself. "I bet you'd fucking come in your pants if you saw me naked, sissy-boy. All the girls like me." Especially anyone who accepted cash.
"Really?" Nie Huaisang shifted gears a little, subtly. Drawing himself up and raising an eyebrow a little, knowing that he could look very judgemental if he wanted to. "Does my A-Chao think that he has what it takes to impress gege?"
He anticipated Wen Chao potentially protesting the way he talked to him again, so he accented the end of that sentence by suddenly closing his fan against the palm of his hand, the noise resounding in the room just as it had the other day.
The noise made everything stop and he paused, staring ahead in awe as he looked at Nie Huisang. Gege. His dick was hardening. Good, he wanted it to be as big as possible when he did this. He was sure that horny little queer would want to suck his dick. "I'm very impressive actually, gege."
He said it with a sneer, not aware of how good it felt to actually say it. He pulled his shirt over his head and then spread his arms out, going for seductive and hot. "You wanna see the full package then?"
Nie Huaisang opened his fan back up with practised ease and held it in front of his face, which was for the best. He wasn't entirely certain if he had managed to school his expression entirely, as he hadn't foreseen Wen Chao taking off his shirt again without prompting. Further down the rabbit hole than anticipated.
It gave him all the confidence he needed and so he simply nodded curtly, in as haughty a manner as he could. It was quite haughty, he was a privileged young man after all. "I want to see what you have. I'd like to be impressed."
"I had this girl, Wang Ling-- something. I forget now. She was really funny though. And she loved my dick. She used to always ask to suck my cock. Though sometimes she liked using her teeth, kinda freaked me out." He was always a bit afraid she'd bite his dick off. Seemed like a valid fear. He undid the button of his jeans and then dropped them, kicking them aside.
And there he was, in the torture room, his cattle prod forgotten and his objectives fallen to the wayside as he stood there in his very expensive boxers that actually had his name on the waistband of all things. Proudly there, in red, in all caps: WEN CHAO
"Ah. How vulgar." Since he was in a more judgemental mode right now, Nie Huaisang shared his actual thought upon seeing that, rather than any faked praise. Anyway, he assumed Wen Chao didn't quite know what 'vulgar' meant anyway. He closed his fan up again, with that same snap, and then he used it to run along the waistband. He wiggled it under the waistband and pulled it away a little, leaning forward for a first peek. Instead of saying anything, he just made a noise at the back of his throat. "Hm."
Hm. What the fuck was hm? That was nothing! And what the fuck did vulgar mean? Was that like another word for like dirty or what? He really didn't understand the vibes here. He just knew he didn't like how he was looking at him.
Or so he said, his dick seemed to spring up at the dismissal and Wen Chao blushed lightly. "What do you mean by that, eh?"
So he was on to something. That flushed face, the eagerness in his eyes. Plain to see. Not only was he eager for approval, he also got off on humiliation. Not that surprising, given everything he had witnessed. He moved his hand, quickly, slapping Wen Chao with the fan again. Not too hard, but it should sting a little. "Manners, A-Chao. I'm your gege. Mind how you speak to me."
He shook his head and then, using the fan, he pulled the boxers down, the tip of the fan scraping against Wen Chao's thigh. He watched the reveal and then, obviously, dragged his fan along the erect length. "Your penis is--"
Drawing it out, he pursed his lips, finally lifting his shoulders a little. "--unremarkable. I've certainly seen worse. Not entirely a disappointment, A-Chao."
"...Unremarkable?" It was weird, there was white noise in the back of his head and it was so stupidly embarrassing to stand here, being dismissed so readily by his own hostage. How did he even end up here? He wanted to be in charge and now he stood here, paralysed, as Nie Huisang looked at his dick with such disapproval.
He couldn't stop the way his whole body literally shuddered, arousal ripping through him unexpectedly. He was as hard as he could be now and it still wasn't remarkable.
"But ... the girls like it!" So there. "Maybe it's just you, gege."
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His father had yelled, his brother had punched him so hard in his arm that his fingers went numb for a while and now he had returned, tail tucked between his legs.
It wasn't over. He could still win this one. He had one young master and a Friday deadline.
When he returned, he immediately yelled at his guards to bring Nie Huaisang to the backroom, preparing to properly torture him this time.
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"You look hurt. I'm sorry." He showed empathy, another thing Wen Chao was likely unfamiliar with.
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Wen Chao picked up a cattle prod and held it in his hand threateningly, practically snarling at Nie Huiasang. Yes, he was in full tantrum mode. "I will make your precious da-ge suffer. I will make you suffer. The Nies will surrender by Friday!"
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The cattle prod did not worry him so much yet, Wen Chao seemed to busy gesticulating angrily to use it. "It does not seem fair that you should be set up for failure like this. I wish they treated you with more fairness. Give you tasks to show that you are a good boy."
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He already embarrassed himself with him last time. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't give in. "You're doing that thing again! You're getting in my head." He flailed his stupid cattle prod in the vague direction of Nie Huiasang. "Get out of my head, you evil bitch!"
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"When everyone is destroyed around him, I will set my dog loose on Wei Wuxian and watch the mutt maul the shit out of him!" That'd show the arrogant fucker.
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Perhaps if he shared some stories, more would come from Wen Chao. "He has told me. He's lived on the streets for a while, after his parents died. He had to fight dogs for scraps."
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He couldn't control a dog, how could he control anything else? "I think it's good he has some fear because he's far too arrogant. I'm going to take him down a peg. You watch, by Wednesday, I will make Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian beg at my feet. They'll cry too. It'll be very embarrassing for them!"
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He made a knowing hum, opening his fan up fuller so he could hide the lower half of his face entirely. "Interesting." He really did wish to be thoroughly dominated. At least he did not have to feel bad for giving him what he clearly yearned for. "Lotus Pier is hard to get into, I hope you won't get hurt. I almost feel like I'm your gege now, A-Chao. I want to take care of you."
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He swallowed hard and didn't allow himself to get pulled down. He just puffed out his cheeks angrily. "I know how to get into Lotus Pier now. It's the docks. They won't see us coming because we have the perfect vessel. It's a fishing boat. Clever, eh? I came up with it!"
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A fishing boat. He assumed Wen Chao had not actually come up with that plan, it was entirely too clever and not his style at all, but he reached out so he could gently pat his arm with his fan, which he had closed up with a quick move. "What an impressive plan. You are quite the clever boy, aren't you?"
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"And I'm the one that told my baba to go for Lotus Pier over the Unclean Realm." Mostly because he hated Wei Wuxian and wanted him to suffer. "You're welcome, I guess."
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He moved his fan, so he could stroke along the side of Wen Chao's face instead. "Thank you for going for Lotus Pier first. You are good to your gege, A-Chao. I should do something for you in turn, shouldn't I?"
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The fan was against his face and he remembered last time it was pushing on his cheek. The sting. The sharp hit. How good it felt. "You do owe me." Maybe he could make Nie Huiasang give him something in return. "Tell me one of your secrets then. As a thank you."
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When in doubt, always a good line to say. He did know, however, so he looked at Wen Chao again, meeting his eyes. "My secret is that I collect erotica." Not much of a secret. "Erotic art. In all its forms. And it has made me quite the connoisseur. I love looking at a strong man's erection. It can be so aesthetically pleasing."
He sighed and shrugged. "Only most men can't measure up to the perfection I have seen."
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Wen Chao felt that was a helpful thing to explain.
Cockily, Wen Chao smirked and then looked down at himself. "I bet you'd fucking come in your pants if you saw me naked, sissy-boy. All the girls like me." Especially anyone who accepted cash.
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He anticipated Wen Chao potentially protesting the way he talked to him again, so he accented the end of that sentence by suddenly closing his fan against the palm of his hand, the noise resounding in the room just as it had the other day.
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He said it with a sneer, not aware of how good it felt to actually say it. He pulled his shirt over his head and then spread his arms out, going for seductive and hot. "You wanna see the full package then?"
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It gave him all the confidence he needed and so he simply nodded curtly, in as haughty a manner as he could. It was quite haughty, he was a privileged young man after all. "I want to see what you have. I'd like to be impressed."
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And there he was, in the torture room, his cattle prod forgotten and his objectives fallen to the wayside as he stood there in his very expensive boxers that actually had his name on the waistband of all things. Proudly there, in red, in all caps: WEN CHAO
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Or so he said, his dick seemed to spring up at the dismissal and Wen Chao blushed lightly. "What do you mean by that, eh?"
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He shook his head and then, using the fan, he pulled the boxers down, the tip of the fan scraping against Wen Chao's thigh. He watched the reveal and then, obviously, dragged his fan along the erect length. "Your penis is--"
Drawing it out, he pursed his lips, finally lifting his shoulders a little. "--unremarkable. I've certainly seen worse. Not entirely a disappointment, A-Chao."
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He couldn't stop the way his whole body literally shuddered, arousal ripping through him unexpectedly. He was as hard as he could be now and it still wasn't remarkable.
"But ... the girls like it!" So there. "Maybe it's just you, gege."
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