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band au;

[ yingxing exhales hard.

his ears still ring with the music, his blood thrumming with excitement. for all the years that highcloud has been together now, he never really tires of this work. he loves what he does, loves his bandmates no matter how often they butt heads, loves everything about their music. it's hard work, exhausting even at the best of times, and there are certainly many downsides to fame and celebrity status, but this.. playing together, making music, performing, he's passionate about it. the riches and fame are secondary to doing what he loves.

they're halfway through their rehearsal now, splitting up to take a break and rehydrate, and it's as he's guzzling down some water from a bottle that yingxing spots dan heng, dan feng's quiet, elusive little brother.

they've met before, but only briefly, only in passing. while dan heng is supportive of his brother and the band, he's a bit of a recluse, and he's never really gone out of his way to interact with any of them beyond dan feng - so what's he doing here right now? yingxing can't resist the urge to pester him, not when he knows he might not get the chance to again for some time now.

so, wiping sweat from his brow, yingxing wanders toward the table where dan heng has set up shop, surrounded by books and papers, lit by the glow of his laptop and tablet. ]

Long time no see.

[ entirely uninvited, yingxing pulls up a seat across from dan heng, straddling it backwards, leaning his forearms on the back of the steel chair. his hair is wild and his skin is flushed and dewy with sweat, adrenaline still pumping, his grin broad and easy. ]

Surprised you can concentrate with all this noise.

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[ A low groan finds Dan Heng's lips as Yingxing's finger continues to tease over him, rubbing and caressing even as his mouth presses those kisses against his skin and murmurs those low, rough words. Keep fucking himself... yeah, he can do that.

He leans back, hips caught between arching up into his own movements and pressing back into Yingxing's touch, a soft whimper on his lips. ]

Fuck—

[ He bites the sound back in the next moment though, not wanting to hear his own voice at all. What he wants is... ]

Keep talking. Please. Keep talking to me—

[ As it is, he's not sure he'll last much longer... ]

[ gods, he loves the sounds that dan heng makes. even more, he loves the way dan heng asks him to keep talking, because - if it wasn't obvious - yingxing very much enjoys talking dirty. it's sexy for him, something he does without thinking, something he's good at, so he's more than happy to keep dan heng going while talking him off. ]

Mmm.. you're so tight for me. So wet.. gods, it feels so good to be inside of you, baby.

[ he murmurs, dragging his tongue along the taper of dan heng's ear, whispering. ]

You take my cock so good, do you know that? So deep.. I love how you beg for me. I love how you drive me out of my mind.

[ his fingers continue to work, tracing slowly, rhythmically, until he finally begins pushing against that hold. he doesn't shove inside, doesn't want to hurt him, just presses against him, giving him the sensation of the beginnings of penetration. ]

And your taste - my mouth waters just thinking of putting my mouth on you, drinking down all that slick, feeling you squirm beneath me when I suck your clit and fuck you with my fingers. I could do it all day, until my jaw aches.

[ Dan Heng gasps out when Yingxing only leans closer, when his words turn molten and promising, breathing harshly into his ear in tune with the wet stripe of his tongue, the teasing push of his fingertips even as he continues to fuck himself open. The tantalizing thought of being fucked, whispered in the same breath as the idea of the other eating him out—Aeons if he could somehow have both at the same time, he would—

He's squirming now, embarrassingly close to his end when he was holding on perfectly fine just before, mouth all but watering as he whines and rolls his hips. ]

I—ngh, Yingxing... I'm close—

[ He doesn't get to say much more than that. He cuts himself off with a moan, hips arching up hard into his hand as he loses himself, slick gushing from his cunt as his head tilts into the other's whispers. ]

Fuck....

[ and there it is - dan heng arches and cries out, coming all around his fingers, tensing up so sweetly.. yingxing smiles against his ear, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. ]

There's my good boy.

[ he says softly, now sliding his palm back up the inside of dan heng's thigh and down again, slow and soothing, squeezing lightly, helping him relax from the high of his orgasm. another soft kiss to his jaw, then another. ]

Feeling good enough to get washed up properly, now?

[ Aeons... how embarrassing.

Dan Heng is fully aware of the fact that he came more to the sound of Yingxing's voice than anything either of them was doing to him. Embarrassing, isn't it? His cheeks are flushed with heat, but he nods, reaching for the soap. He'd like to talk about it, he thinks, but... after. Once he's dry. And fed. ]

Yeah. This shouldn't take too long...

[ And he sets about scrubbing himself, all business, eyes fixed carefully away form the other man even as he can feel the thrum of his heat purring away in his belly, unsatisfied with an orgasm from his fingers alone. ]

I'm starting to feel it again, but... I should eat first too. Right?

Yes. You absolutely need to eat first.

[ he's happy to fuck dan heng as many times as he needs until his heat is over - and after - but not at the cost of his health. he's burning through a lot of calories simply existing here, he needs to replenish them, and increase his water intake, all but immediately.

so. yingxing presses a kiss to dan heng's temple, then draws back, getting to his feet and drying his hand on a towel. ]

I'll heat some things up while you finish up.

[ and he'll.. start laundry, while he's at it. by the time dan heng finishes with his bath, he'll find the bed stripped and redressed, with a large pile of towels sitting at the bedside, and the scent of food wafting up from down the stairs. ]

[ He nods in quiet content as Yingxing says he'll get things ready and let Dan Heng finish up. It works, too; at least for now his heat is purring in content, allowing him time to properly wash himself up and wrap himself in a warm towel afterward. He hasn't realized quite how little he's eaten, at least not until the scent of that food wafts up from downstairs, making his stomach grumble almost immediately. ]

Mm.. that smells good.

[ He makes his way down the stairs just as he is, towel tied around his torso, grateful for the size because it allows his tail to poke out without lifting the fabric too much. Maybe he should put something else on, but he gets the feeling it won't be like this for too long anyway. ]

Is this what you made last night? It smells amazing.

Yeah, it is. Eat up.

[ it's the curry he'd prepared the night before, made even more fragrant and flavorful by its time spent resting overnight. there is fresh rice in a bowl, as well as a pitcher of water, but yingxing hovers around the refrigerator. ]

Want something to drink? Soda? Tea? Beer?

[ the third is what he grabs for himself, cracking the cap open with a bottle opener and setting it down at his place at the table. looking over dan heng, he grins. ]

You look good like that.

[ Unlike last night, where Dan Heng felt he could barely eat, tonight he's ravenous. Practically the moment he sits, he's tearing into the rice and curry, for a moment not even hearing the other man's words.

When he does, he pauses and looks up, blinking as he has the decency to look a little embarrassed. Swallowing, he clears his throat, and then nods. ]

I'll have a beer too, actually. Please.

[ Normally he's much more a tea type, or even soda over beer, but with everything that's happened over the last few days, he feels like he needs it right now—

His thoughts are brought to a screeching halt by the compliment, and he looks up wth a blushing smile. ]

Yeah? I thought about asking for one of your shirts, but I can stay like this if you want...

[ a nod, and yingxing cracks a second bottle open, sliding it onto the table beside dan heng. he definitely didn't take him for a beer guy, but it's been a pretty wild twenty-four hours, so.. he gets it.

with dan heng sorted, yingxing slides into the seat opposite to him, taking a drink before scooping up his own serving. he doesn't have to ask if it's good - dan heng is making it obvious enough with his appetite. it's good enough, apparently. ]

Well.. you'd definitely look pretty cute in one of my shirts, too.

[ seeing it falling off of his narrower shoulders, fucking him silly while he wears it.. yeah, yingxing could get behind that. ]

[ He nods a "thank you" as Yingxing slides the beer across to him, taking—well, just a small sip for now. Surprisingly, though, the bitter taste contrasts the richness of the curry quite well, and in a way he feels like it only makes him hungrier. Without a word on the subject, he continues to clear his plate, the meaty curry both warming and comforting him as well as restoring his hunger.

To the compliment, he looks up with a wry smile, something amused written into the depths of his eyes. ]

Maybe I'll ask, then.

[ His head tilts, and it's probably obvious to the other man that he already is asking. He quite likes the idea of being comforted by the other's scent constantly around him anyway. ]

[ dan heng plows through his meal at the speed of light, already finished a full serving before yingxing is halfway through his own - and he's hungry, too. but it stands to reason. his heat is burning up all of his calories, yingxing probably should have insisted that he eat earlier than this.. but ah, well. he'll keep on top of it from here on out, however good dan heng is at keeping him in bed.

he keeps spooning his own curry into his mouth, savoring the flavor, enjoying the meat and vegetables and soft rice all at once, with an appreciative hum. it's pretty good, if he does say so himself. ]

Oh? Well.. who am I to deny you?

[ he absolutely wants to see dan heng in one of his shirts. another few bites, and a deep drink of beer. ]

Let me finish up, and I'll grab one for you. Do you want any more to eat?

[ He finishes eating in record time, and... well, it's a little embarrassing, but he also knows why it happened, and so he doesn't let himself get too upset about it. It's also nice in a way, that he can sit back when he's done and just watch, enjoying the sight of Yingxing slowly eating through his own meal as he sips patiently at his own beer.

And, when he's told that he won't be denied, he smiles all the more prettily.

To Yingxing's other question though, he shakes his head, resting a hand at his own stomach. ]

No, thank you. It was delicious, but I just ate so fast I might make myself sick if I keep going.

[ yingxing nods. ]

I figured as much.

[ probably for the best. dan heng can have more later, when yingxing inevitably nags him to eat again after a few more hours of exhausting each other. there's still a good amount of curry left, and the congee he'd prepared as well, but a week is a long time.. he'll need to stock up.

once finished, yingxing downs the rest of his beer and sits back with a sigh. that really hit the spot. ]

So are you going to tell me when you need to eat next, or do I have to set a timer?

[ He's been doing such a good job of not letting himself get too embarrassed—but then Yingxing says that, and his face threatens to light up all over again. Dan Heng huffs, and drops his gaze, picking up his beer and taking a defiant swig of what's left. ]

I obviously didn't forget on purpose, [ he says, and even to his own ears he sounds a little sullen. ] There are just.. there are a lot of things going on with my body right now, and sometimes it's hard to know what to listen to first—

[ And when one of the things he wants is so obviously here, well... ]

[ ah, but he's so cute when he's embarrassed, and even moreso when he's defiant. yingxing can't help the way he smiles. ]

So a timer, is what you're saying. Got it.

[ he teases, then pushes his chair back so that he can stand, gathering up their bowls to let them start soaking in the sink, then tossing his empty bottle into the recycling bin. after that, he'll start packing the leftovers back away again. ]

Let me clean this up, then we'll get you that shirt.

[ Yingxing's timer comment is rewarded with another sullen little huff, another stubborn little swig of his beer—this time catching the dregs of the bottle. With a sigh, he... does the responsible thing and moves over to put his bottle in the recycling as well, and then leans on the kitchen counter, tail swishing idly behind him as he watches the other man pack up the leftovers. ]

Is there anything I can do to help? You've done so much for me in just the last twenty-four hours...

[ The food, the washing... not to mention all the sex... and he—

frowns as he spies his phone lighting up on the counter, on silent for the past whole day.

Oh, he'd completely forgotten about—

52 missed calls

Fuck—

His voice is strained as he answers the phone. ]

Gege, hi—

[ yingxing pauses with one hand in the fridge the moment he hears the word gege. no one can strike fear into his heart quite the way that dan feng can.

hi, dan heng says, to which his brother bites his sentence off immediately, hissing into the receiver.

don't you "gege" me - where are you? what's going on? why haven't you been picking up your phone? do you have any idea how worried i've been, trying to get ahold of you? i nearly contacted the realm-keeping commission-

oh. oh no. yingxing bites down on his lower lip hard to keep in an audible groan of dismay when he hears dan feng's sharp tone, pitched enough that he can hear every word even without straining to listen.

i thought you were dead in a gutter somewhere! you weren't home all night! you had better have a good explanation- ]

[ Fuck. Aeons, he's so fucked—In his sudden panic, Dan Heng very nearly drops his towel, leaving it in the end clutched dangling in front of his breasts as he leans back on the counter, phone held white-knuckled in his other hand. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't. I...

[ He huffs out. He can't just tell Dan Feng here's come here of all places, he'll kill him, he's always told him not to mess with rock stars, and if he were to find out it were one of his friends surely that would be so much worse...

But at the same time, his brother has been at his place, is maybe still there, and...

Deep breath. ]

I'm with a friend, [ he says, voice low. ] I'm... I'm in the middle of my first heat. I needed to be somewhere safe. I'm sorry, my phone was on silent and I didn't realize—

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[ all yingxing can do is stay as still and silent as possible. dan feng is a predator whose vision is based on movement -

a friend? you're - what?

there's a silence on the other end of the line for a few moments, before dan feng exhales a heavy sigh. he'd known that this day would come eventually, and likely soon, considering dan heng's age, and how most vidyadhara would have experienced their first heat or rut years prior. even still..

you could have told me. you didn't need to hide it from me, i could have told you what to do - which friend? not stelle or march, i contacted them, too, i'm surprised you're not with them. is it someone you trust? are you all right? ]

[ Ugh, of course he contacted Stelle and March. He'd hoped against all hope that he wouldn't do that, that telling the truth of his heat would let Dan Feng just make the wrong assumptions and move on, but...

At least his brother isn't yelling anymore—

Another deep, slow breath. ]

I'm not... wasn't trying to hide it from you. When I texted you to cancel, I didn't realize. Since then I just haven't really been thinking right. Honestly, I forgot my phone existed until I saw it just now. I'm so sorry—

[ Is it someone he trusts? Is he alright? ]

Yes, though. Yes, I'm with a friend I can trust. I promise. I'm alright. I'm being cared for.

[ His cheeks heat at the understatement in those words. ]

[ oh. cute. yingxing smiles despite himself, even if his adrenaline is currently spiking in a fight or fight response.

there's a long silence on the other end of the line. dan feng hasn't missed the fact that dan heng in fact failed to specify which friend, and he's quite sure he knows all of dan heng's close friends.. at least, he thought he did. maybe he doesn't know his baby brother as well as he thinks he does.

mm.

.. all right. as long as you're safe. if you need anything, anything at all, call me, all right? i'll be here. i know what it's like.

which might not be comforting for dan heng to hear, but it's still the truth. dan feng worries. he always worries. ]

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I know. I'm safe, gege, I promise. I'll call you soon, okay?

[ It's with a sigh of relief that he hangs up the phone, looking up at Yingxing—and belatedly realizing the towel barely covering him anymore. He's quick to grab it and wrap it around himself again, even as his cheeks flush and he frowns at the older man. ]

You look happy... [ But before he can even settle back on that thought, he confesses: ]

Gege has always told me to stay away from rock stars. He'll kill me, if he knows I came here. I know he's your friend but... [ His expression, now, turns apologetic. ] Please don't tell him I've been here.

[ when dan heng grabs at his towel, yingxing arches a brow. he's seen it all?? hello??

but his smile persists as he moves toward him, resting his hands on dan heng's hips to pull him in nearer, dipping his head to touch their brows together. yeah, he's happy. happy that dan heng trusts him. happy that he feels like he's being taken care of. ]

.. you know he'll figure it out, right?

[ he says softly, then lifts one hand to cradle dan heng's jaw, his roughened thumb smoothing over his cheek. ]

I won't tell him, but he's not stupid. If you want to continue this.. it's only a matter of time.

[ Look, he can still be shy even though Yingxing has seen everything, okay???

Maybe he'd say as much too, correctly interpreting that brow raise for what it is, if it weren't for the elder's arms reaching out to pull him in near. Dan Heng smiles as his own head tips up, as their foreheads come together, and—

He grimaces at Yingxing's words even as that roughened thumb smooths so gently over his skin. ]

I know he's not stupid, I just—

[ "If you want to continue this—"

Aeons, this is not a conversation he should be having in the middle of a heat, is it? ]

I want to continue this, [ he says anyway, voice quiet but strong. Stubborn. ] But... if I tell him now, who knows what he'll do...

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