[ Mo Ran is pulled slowly down the corridor of the auction place, the roaring of the audience bidding higher and higher still ringing in his ears, nearly making him dizzy, together with that damned blindfold they've put on him. He was all but chained to the red lounge that he was displayed on during the auction like a piece of meat and now those chains are connected to the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, like a prisoner on death row, or a haunting ghost, the noise of the metal being dragged on the floor at each barefoot step announcing his arrival to the buyer's room.
His tanned skin is covered by a sheen of sweat because of all the struggling he's done during the auction, blindly tugging at chains and trying to free himself and twist his way out of the restraints. He must've looked exactly like the tiger in the cage they sold right before him, growling and snarling, muscular frame contracting and flexing. He's sure the madam must've counted on that, him putting on a show, because there were so many bids he failed to keep up, but he couldn't hold back. It was stupid of him, a meek young man would've attracted no attention compared to someone who, as the bidder said, don't you want to try your hand at breaking?, but he's done plenty of stupid things. He's a dog, after all, as they never failed to remind him in the brothel.
Someone like him will always be unruly, from his personality even to his hair, tamed only by fragrant oils that define the waves, long enough that it easily reaches his waist, the one thing he was allowed to keep as he liked during these years. The leather pants he was made to wear without any underwear are low enough on his hips they show the sharpness of his apollo's belt and the trail of hair dipping lower, tight enough that his manhood is made evident, thick thighs hugged snugly.
He can't help wondering who bought him. He pictures a leecherous old man who thinks he can tame him and who Mo Ran will instead likely beat to death, like others before him; or maybe a middle-aged woman who thinks he can fuck her thoroughly, clearly believing he can be manipulated into submission. He will bash all of them like he did with the ones that tried him before, the exact reason why someone as good-looking and well-endowed as him who could bring good money to the brothel, is actually getting sold. Nobody ever managed to lay a hand on him, no matter the punishments that followed and the scars littering his body are proof of his temper.
The madam was surely already transferred the money and so she's nowhere to be seen, this rabid dog she so despises finally not her business anymore. The ones who are left, walking him to his new owner are the auction place's employees, clearly used to dealing with any kind of goods and yet they're still struggling to pull him along and have him behave, curses spouted every step of the way. It makes Mo Ran laugh, that smirk plastered on his face annoying them even more.
Once they're inside the room, they direct many pleasantries to the rich bastard who bought him before they kick Mo Ran to the knees, making him forcefully kneel on the floor. Mo Ran listens intently for the stranger's voice, finding it especially sharp and intense once he tells them to remove the chains, as if that bothers him. It's peculiar and it catches Mo Ran's attention. He feels the weight being pulled off him, but before he can take advantage of it to at least punch one of the man one last time, his blindfold is pulled off and the light from the room floods his aching eyes. He groans, trying to get used to it again, forearm instinctively going to shield his gaze as the door is closed, leaving the two of them alone.
He looks in the stranger's general direction, making out only the outline of his shape. His purple-hued eyes are full of mockery anyway, the curve of his mouth sharp and mean. ]
[ In order to do his job, Chu Wanning has subjected himself to embarrassment, to actions he considers morally corrupt, to situations that are deeply, deeply unpleasant and make him want run away and never look back again. But he has a job to do, and one he needs to do well, to bring down corruption, and for that he will do these things.
But, as he watches the guards drag the handsome man he just purchased— as though people can be purchased, as though people are things to be tossed aside once their use is done, traded to the next highest bidder— this one is the worst. To buy someone like this, to have the guards force him to kneel in front of Chu Wanning, a man rendered lesser... it galls him. There is, of course, a good reason he can claim, understandable to a few people, necessary to dozens more. Chu Wanning, once a morally superior man, fallen into the ranks of the scum that make up the mafia he is now affiliated with.
Master, the man calls him, and Chu Wanning shudders. His voice is cruel, but there's an underlying tone that resonates inside Chu Wanning. Much like how his body reacts even to the closeness of this man. It's no fault of his, Chu Wanning knows, and it makes him terrible that he enjoys the look of those leather pants snug around his waist and thighs. But there had been an instant and immediate reaction when Mo Ran had been dragged onto the stage, and it shamed him enough that he hadn't even thought deeply about the money he was spending. It was fine; money was money. But Mo Ran was a person, who deserved better, and who had to be dragged into Chu Wanning's awful plans.
I'll free you at the end of this, he thinks as he studies Mo Ran up closer. He's so handsome, with an edge to him honed by an unkind world, and not for the first time that night does Chu Wanning wish things could be different.
They aren't here to be friends, he knows, and Mo Ran likely hates him, for good reason, but Chu Wanning needs him. He steps closer, kneeling in front of Mo Ran and offering his handkerchief so he can clean his face. ]
You may call me Chu Wanning.
[ He should probably have Mo Ran use a title, or something, but in those moments, he can't think of one. Seeing Mo Ran up close is doing something to him, and Chu Wanning hates his reaction. Mo Ran isn't someone to be lusted after, like he's one of the lecherous men outside, or the women even, thinking they could use this man.
Because of that, he sounds sharper than he means, and he looks away, feeling guilty, then back to Mo Ran. These moments are crucial, he knows, and he can't display any weakness. He has to finish the job he started, and Mo Ran is instrumental in helping him, whether he knows it or not. ]
[ The moment his eyes get used to the lighting and they lay on his buyer, Mo Ran nearly startles: this is the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Had this man come to the brothel looking for him, Mo Ran would've probably done his job for the first time in his life.
He's so beautiful that he appears unreal, so much so that Mo Ran stares to watch him move and be sure he isn't imagining him. There's a frosty aura about him, a sort of cold beauty, which people should admire from a distance and never stain. Suddenly Mo Ran feels that his kneeling position is very fitting, since this man looks more like a divinity.
His purple eyes follow the other's motions eagerly and when he speaks, there's a warm shiver traveling down Mo Ran's spine and a quiet exhale. If he believed in magic, he would think that a spell was placed on him, but he was a raised an animal and so he trusts his senses: this stranger is able to sink under his skin in ways none before him could.
He carries a scent of haitang, sweet and refreshing, and Mo Ran, despite all reason that belongs to humans, more akin to a dog, feels like the man's nature is all captured in that scent, with its many layers. Underneath it all, it is not cloying or overbearing like most people, it's shyly warm and inherently clean. ]
Chu Wanning. [ He tastes the syllables like melting caramel on his tongue, quiet and low, as he observes the older man while he gets suddenly so close, kneeling at his height.
He shuts the distance before the other can even realize it. He leans forward and licks Chu Wanning's mouth, like he wanted to taste the remnants of his voice on it. One arm winds around his waist and crashes their torsos together, a moment before he presses their lips together in a graceless kiss. ]
[ chu wanning is a talented, skilled and capable man, used to judging what people will do and how they will react to most situations. so when mo ran closes the distance, he thinks it's to push him, or punch him, or something along those lines. perfectly reasonable, he thinks, because mo ran has been treated unfairly, sold off to the highest bidder.
he does not expect to have mo ran lick his lips. it's enough to unsteady him, mouth parting in surprise, which just makes the kiss that much more awkward. it takes a few moments for him to realize what mo ran was doing, and then he jerks back. he can't get far, given how mo ran is holding him, but he pushes weakly at his chest. he's sure his cheeks are flaming red, unable to hide how flustered he is. ]
What— [ he sputters, then stiffens. ] No! You don't need to do that here.
[ he is undeniably attracted to mo ran, but despite that attraction (or because of that attraction), he has no desire to force mo ran into a position where he feels obligated to kiss him, or do... those things with him. that must be why mo ran is holding him like this, and kissed him. ]
You don't have to do such things with me.
[ he tries to sound stern and firm and hopes mo ran doesn't catch the tremble in his voice and his body. ]
[ People show themselves more clearly when they're surprised, letting details of themselves peek through the cracks of their facade. It's one of the reasons why Mo Ran assaulted the other like that and he's fascinated to find nothing of what he was expecting in return. He doesn't get hit, nor the older man scrambles away, he doesn't get the cursing he deserved, nor the insults.
Chu Wanning says something really peculiar: it's not don't do it, it's you don't have to do it. It speaks of kindness, the man surely believing that he acted out of a sense of obligation, maybe to ingratiate his buyer. It also implies that probably Chu Wanning didn't entirely hate it, since Mo Ran wasn't told to simply stop or didn't get a slap across the face. Even the way his hands are pressing into the younger's chest is gentle --Mo Ran is incredibly, surprisingly fascinated.
He looks at him with a glisten to his eyes. ] I've never done anything I didn't want. That's also why I'm here. [ There's undeniable humour in the lilt of his voice. He wants to make clear how he wouldn't feel obligated to do anything.
His hand reaches the other's face and, slow and light, calloused fingertips trace his cheek and the blush onto it. ] You're not scared of me. [ Mo Ran hums. That's a first. Even the people who lusted after him have always been afraid of him --and that is why, among his many scars, there are also the ones of rope burns on his wrists, since he was tied down most times; now's the skin is too reddened by his recent struggle against handcuffs for those lines to properly show. But, out of all the feelings battling each other on his features, there's no fear. What a peculiar man; he's surely stronger than he appears. ]
You want me, or you wouldn't have bought me. [ Mo Ran murmurs, fingertips now tracing the outline of the other's mouth. He licks his own without even realizing. The truth is that he liked his taste, as much as he likes his scent. ] You're different from all the others... what did you buy me for?
[ Mo Ran is too much alike a beast to not notice the other's trembling but he doesn't understand what it means: is it nervousness? anger? anticipation? He's tempted to keep prodding and poking to find out. ] I can be a good dog. I won't try to run away and I'll devote myself to you. I'll keep you company and watch over you.
I'll just need a little treat every now and then... [ The amused tone of his voice gets overtaken by a low, sultry quality as Mo Ran ever so slowly inches closer again, his mouth just a breath away from the older's. He's testing the waters, trying to see for himself why Chu Wanning is shivering. ] I will only take it when you let me... [ He whispers, nearly breathless, only moving to fill the distance again if the older allows him to, or else staying perfectly still. He can wait like a good boy. ]
And yet you throw tantrums about A-Ning just like a child~ So I'll keep calling you that ^^
So is it a yes or no about the watermelon? I'll say it's a yes.
No, no. Your little admirer is shy and wanted to stay anonymous, but he saw you the other day when you came to get Mengmeng and now you're angel gege. He also gave me a kiss on the cheek with the promise I'll deliver it to you.
Would you rather I call you gege? Last time I checked you were displeased with that too.
When I tell the kids about A-Ning and how clever he is, they think it's someone their age so they're more motivated. I won't change it.
Don't worry, I'll wipe your mouth clean like I do with the kids and make sure you don't swallow any seed, lest a watermelon starts growing in your tummy.
That definitely isn't what he meant... how am I going to face him and tell him I delivered it? Do you want me to lie to a baby?
[ since chu wanning is still reluctant to share the status of their relationship, he leaves the birthday dinner first. mo ran had insisted he'd stay and help clean up, and then join him later. chu wanning isn't sure what to say about that or how to feel, so he only makes a token protest— he's truly hopeless in the kitchen, he'd make more work for them, and everyone knows it— before he disappears.
he's still flustered from dinner and mo ran's unintentional teasing (surely mo ran hadn't intentionally been saying "Senior" like that), so the night air does him some good in this walk back to his apartment.
he digs out his phone to send a message to mo ran. ]
Do not worry about rushing back home. Spend time with your family.
Thank you for the sweets. I know you prepared them and most of the dinner.
Yes, Wanning. It will definitely take me some time, there are a lot of dishes to do and Mengmeng only runs his mouth.
Ah... what gave it away? You can tell the taste of my cooking by now?
There's no need to thank me. It's the least I could do, since I had no idea what gift to get you... And before the day ends, happy birthday again, senior!
Though this time I don't mind as much since he's detailedly listing all your good qualities and fanboying over you. It's been hard not to laugh.
Ah, I gave myself away with the desserts. Those lotus crips made it obvious! Still, I'm a little too happy Wanning can tell my cooking apart from others. I'm glad you accepted to take all those leftovers home, your sweet tooth will be pleased for a while.
[ he outright snorts at his phone before he can control himself at the scolding, but the sound thankfully drowns under xue meng's voice. ] You have such a bad opinion of me, senior. How could I tease you in public? Isn't it you want me so much that everything I say sounds scandalous to you?
Be patient with him. He is also easily excitable, as you know. Why does he feel the need to list my good qualities to you? Did you say something?
You are a very talented chef, and you know how I prefer my flavors. I value your cooking, especially since I know you would normally make things spicier for yourself. And since I have taken leftovers home, you will not need to cook for me for a few days.
Mo Ran! You had a flirty tone when saying "senior" the way you do. I wasn't just hearing things for that reason.
[ Mo Ran's ears are perked up in bed, catching all the noises surrounding him. There's the soft snoring of the fluffy cat that's resting on more than half the surface of his bed, the ticking of the clock in the bathroom and nothing else. Chu Wanning stopped tinkering with his things a while ago and headed to rest. Mo Ran hasn't heard a noise coming from him since.
It's time!
He slips out from the covers, careful not to kick the feline royalty of the house, and he sneaks out of his bedroom.
With his body temperature, he's only wearing boxers and still giving off heat; it makes the scent of soap and the masculine one of his skin even thicker. He bites on his lips not to smile as he lays on his benefactor's wide bed, finding the man on top of the covers, mostly dressed, completely passed out from exhaustion. He's curled up tight and frozen to the touch and Mo Ran sighs as he hugs him from behind and pulls his back to his large chest. His feet guide the other's between his calves --he stifles a noise because they're so cold it's uncomfortable for a moment-- and eventually he buries his nose and his mouth in his nape, breathing him in deeply.
He hardly knew happiness before coming here --the few, constantly fading memories of his mother the only source of it. But in this place, with this man, he's learnt again what it is. Laying here with him, warming him up, basking in his scent: that is happiness. ]
[ Warmth is unusual for Chu Wanning most mornings. Unless it's the middle of summer, in a heatwave and too hot to sleep, Chu Wanning wakes up cold. There are probably reasons, thanks to his heart complications and weak constitution, but Chu Wanning has never been one to care about his health, or pay attention to what doctors say, and so he just deals with it. Mostly by not dealing with it— which is why he's on top of his bed, having collapsed there after spending the night working on a secret project.
He's so deeply asleep that he doesn't hear Mo Ran sneak in. But he does curl into Mo Ran, instinctively seeking out his warmth. He snuggles into him, his body loosening up some.
When Chu Wanning wakes, he's warmer than he usually is, even if he makes an effort to curl under the blankets. But he's not under the blankets. Instead, he's in Mo Ran's arms. Relaxed enough that he doesn't parse that, Chu Wanning snuggles into him, yawning. He closes his eyes again with a sigh. ]
[ Wanning and his house cat are exactly alike, Mo Ran has discovered: they both yearn for warmth and relax into it. They're both endearing, and Wanning makes Mo Ran's heart flutter in ways that the younger has hardly felt before.
Maybe it's because of how he was raised, how he had to be constantly on his guard, wary of any small noise or movement because it could mean being hit or ambushed, but Mo Ran's sleep is never deep. That's why he instantly wakes when Chu Wanning curls more into his frame.
Mo Ran smiles to himself and he leans to press a barely there peck on his hair, while holding him a little tighter. Long fingers rub soothingly into the layer of his clothing. ]
As long as gege wants. [ He mumbles, barely audible. If it was for him, they could stay like that all morning. He loves this sleepy feeling of floating in haitang. ]
[ Wanning's sleep is fractured and messy, so often when he does sleep, it's the sleep of the dead, his body rebelling against him and dragging him under until he's rested enough that he can function. He would blame it on too many late nights, if he blamed it on anything at all, but he doesn't because he doesn't talk about his sleep. Much like he refuses to talk about most things.
He's often drowsy in the morning, pulled from his sleep reluctantly, and that morning is one such. Between being comfortable and drowsy with the warmth, he murmurs an agreement with Mo Ran's comment, and snuggles into him, burrowing deeper. He feels comfortable and safe in Mo Ran's arms, a rarity for him, something never done.
But the practical side of his brain kicks in quickly, and he realizes that he's being held by someone, who is yes, warm and comfortable, but also there shouldn't be anyone in his bed. Chu Wanning jerks, eyes going wide as he rears back, staring at the man holding him.
It's only Mo Ran, which is a relief. But also, he shouldn't be doing that! ] Mo Ran!
[ the grin he gives when his name is called is smug. he grips those forearms that are resting against his chest into his large hand, holding them together to keep wanning from shifting further or pushing him away. ]
I was hoping you'd rest longer. [ he mumbles, voice low and thick from lack of use, purple-hued gaze dragged onto the other's features to catch all the softness that a still sleepy chu wanning cannot hide. he inches closer, mouth pressing onto the older's with a loud wet noise for a shameless good morning kiss.
it's chu wanning's fault for lowering his guard against the mad dog he bought and brought into his house. especially ever since mo ran has sensed that the older feels guilty about punishments, indeed like a wild animal, he's started taking more and more liberties. the worst chu wanning will do can't compare to a good day in the brothel --and so mo ran pushes the boundaries further each day, shameless. ]
Master stops lying only when he's sleeping. [ he accuses him cheekily. while asleep, wanning has relaxed into his presence, to the point of turning around and burrowing into his bare chest, nestling into him, tucking their legs together. mo ran nips at his earlobe, gentle. ] I was taught lying is a sin. [ he drags the sole of his foot up the other's calf, in turn his thigh rubbing dangerously between the older's. ]
[ The church is plain in comparison to other churches Chu Wanning has seen in his days. There are no lavish windows, no ornately carved doors and window panes, no gargoyles guarding the eaves. There is one stained glass window, high in the tower at the front, but it's simple, and casts a lovely rainbow inside the church when the sun hits it at the right angle; the rest of the windows are plain glass, thicker at the bottom than the top, slowly melting down with age. Inside, it is as ordinary as it is outside: wooden pews, a serviceable altar draped with silk, and tapestries lining the walls.
But for all the simplicity, it's Chu Wanning's favorite church.
As an angel, he shouldn't have favorites. They don't deal in such matters, not like humans with their favorite things. Favorite colors, favorite flavors, favorite stories. No, he should be above all of that. Was taught from his earliest days that he, like all the angels, were better, were different, were meant to serve people and protect them, and that was all.
But over the years, Chu Wanning has come to realize how much of a failure as an angel he is. He likes sweet things, hiding candies in his robes when he can, finds joy in watching the cute cats and dogs, and likes one of his charges above all others.
That last bit is the most damning of all. He shouldn't, he knows, prefer one human over another. It shouldn't even be possible. But he does, which is why he's at that church. No one can see him when he slips inside, and he stands in a corner in the back, so even those who might be able to see spirits and angels have little chance to observe him. Most would think nothing of an angel visiting a church. It's a connection to their home, after all.
As the priest talks, Chu Wanning's gaze wanders away from him and towards one particular man. Another priest, assistant to the head priest of the church. The bright flame in the place, beautiful and kind. Chu Wanning saved him once, when he shouldn't have.
He doesn't regret his actions.
Chu Wanning meets Mo Ran's gaze, and at first thinks nothing of it; such things happen. Most people can't see him, so it's not a big deal.
Except Mo Ran looks puzzled, and then determined, and Chu Wanning realizes he's been spotted. He flees then, as the sermon wraps up and people start to stand, but before Mo Ran can make his way to him.
He escapes and vows never to return.
--
Chu Wanning is a liar. He refuses to admit this, however. He tells himself that as long as he doesn't go into the church, he isn't lying about his vow. He just wants to keep an eye on Mo Ran, and there's nothing wrong with that. Mo Ran is one of his charges. He would be remiss if he wasn't around watching over Mo Ran.
And sometimes, he has to go inside the church to observe. It's nothing. Just from afar, never close enough to be seen, and never look directly at Mo Ran, so he doesn't get caught again.
Most of the time, Mo Ran is fine. It's a peaceful place, even if the women do come in flocks to see Mo Ran and giggle over him incessantly, and the kids of the town visit Mo Ran to play, often loudly, in the churchyard. Very rarely do ghosts or demons appear, and they're easily dealt with, simple beings that rarely do damage before Chu Wanning scares them off.
One night, he's late: he can sense demonic energy in the church. It comes on the scent of blood, and it pitches Chu Wanning into a frenzy. He's a whirlwind of golden light as he strikes the doors open with his whip, and sends the length of it striking over the pews, dazzling in its brilliance.
The demons he finds near the altar, along with Mo Ran, and he's quick to dispatch them, between Tianwen and a few chants. One of them is stronger than the others, possibly why Mo Ran ended up falling to them, and takes a little more work to banish. But Chu Wanning is known among the heavens and the hells as a formidable master, and none of them have been able to escape his divine wrath; this one is no different.
Mo Ran is pale, a bloody figure on the wooden floorboards, and although Chu Wanning knows he should leave before Mo Ran sees him— it would be possible to send another human to tend his wounds— he is weak.
Chu Wanning kneels next to him, brush Mo Ran's hair out of his face, hand gentle against his forehead when he checks for a fever. ]
[ Mo Ran must've lost consciousness at some point, darkness siphoned into his body the moment the demon failed to absorb his own soul, like a balancing act gone wrong. It whispers curses into his ears from voices he knows all too well, familiar pained screams raising in volume, until something touches his hair and he twitches faintly. A hand settles on his forehead and the darkness clears at once, Mo Ran inhaling deeply as he comes to, like a man who almost drowned.
He doesn't quite care he's bleeding. It's honestly happened too many times before, was it accident or exorcism, and he's not number one on the self-preservation list. After his original sin, he probably shouldn't be alive at all, so he's always considered all his time borrowed. The guilt he carries makes it hard to forget.
What Mo Ran cares about right now is the blurry vision before him, to the point he stretches his hand out in a surprising show of reflexes for an injured man on the floor, grasping the other's wrist bruisingly. He's always been a little too strong, a little too perceptive. There's something inside his chest that knows this vision surrounded by a golden aura is true, even if he can't quite put it into focus. It's like his soul is ringing, catching the same sound coming from another, identical bell.
Mo Ran gathers his thoughts, burning fingers clutching onto ice cold, smooth skin like he fears this familiar sight will fade away once again; he closes his eyes for a moment and adjusts his breathing. When he opens them again, a clear purple hue, he recognizes instantly the man who escaped from him more than once in his church and his whole face brightens, at odds with his condition. His hand unconsciously holds more tightly. ]
...you're here. Finally. [ He smiles, wide and sweet, all too fitting on a big, excited dog. Nevermind his face is splattered with blood and paler than usual, he's still happy. He presses his forearm against his stomach, his black outfit hiding how much blood has already oozed out. ]
I knew you were real. You had to be. [ As he says that, he finally looks past those charmingly kind eyes to the man's whole appearance and his heart stutters. It was clear even from a distance, but up close, goodness, this man is just... beautiful. Pale skin, determined eyebrows and a whole air of power and candor about him. Mo Ran wouldn't have minded getting beat up by him instead of the demons. ]
Ah-- it's dangerous here! You should leave...! [ Not knowing who it is he's talking to and how he's just been rescued, he instinctively tries to sit up and look around, to protect the stranger from threat. ]
[ Chu Wanning doesn't expect him to stir when he presses his hand to Mo Ran's forehead, and he certainly doesn't expect Mo Ran to grab his arm with a surprising amount of strength for someone who had so recently encountered demons. They're long gone, and even the energy the demon had been feeding Mo Ran has dissipated, but that doesn't mean he isn't without injury.
It's impossible to tell where he is injured, and Chu Wanning is loath to leave him like this, but the touch makes him freeze. He's been seen too many times by this man, from the early days of his youth to now, and Chu Wanning has made too many mistakes with him. Drawn the demons to him, probably. And he just keeps making more and more mistakes.
He could break the grip, for although Mo Ran's fingers are tight around his wrist, Chu Wanning is stronger still. But he looks so happy, that big, wide smile. No one has smiled at Chu Wanning in all his years, and it makes his heart flutter. A weakness, his mentor would say, and Chu Wanning knows he's right, because the decision to stay is easy in light of that smile. He doesn't deserve it, but he wants to bask in it. ]
There is no danger. Those things attacking you are gone. [ Chu Wanning places his other hand on Mo Ran's torso, trying to feel where he is injured. He's no healer, never learned the skills, because they are not meant to do this, unless they could take the form of a doctor or nurse. And he can't do that now. ] Don't talk, you're still injured. I do not have any bandages.
Oh. They're gone. That's nice. [ He comments with a sigh, light-headed. Absent-mindedly he brings that hand he's holding to his face, places it on his cheek and nuzzles into it like an eager dog, before leaning entirely against that firm palm, eyes fluttering shut.
Mo Ran is always a little too touchy-feely, he's been scolded about it one too many times, as it gives the wrong impression (though, really, can a priest give a wrong impression?) but this goes beyond it. There's a relief to touching this man that pools in the depth of his chest, fills his lungs and his heart. It's like he needs to be close to him and he's never quite felt something like it. In his current condition, he doesn't even realize it's inappropriate as he doesn't even know the other's name and yet he's acting like a puppy towards him.
He exhales shakily when his torso is touched, not quite because it hurts, he's used to that, but because he's suddenly realizing how touch-starved he is. All these years it's gone completely unnoticed and yet now it seems so blatant. ]
It's okay... I heal quickly. My room is right past that door... can you help me get there? [ He wonders softly, his lips still stretched into a smile as he opens his eyes again and looks at the stranger a little dazed. He nods towards a door to the right of the altar, leading to absolutely humble chambers. He sleeps there so he'll hear if someone gets into the church late at night, generally looking for help.
He tries to push himself up to his feet, his stained hand leaving a red print on the ground. Ah, he'll need to clean this up real good before sunrise. ]
Why have you never let me greet you? Have I done something to offend you...? [ He wonders idly, apparently not quite minding his state. If he had pointy ears, they'd be drooping now. He's not the most perceptive, he's accidentally offended people before. He has no memory of ever having the chance to do that towards this man though, even if he can't shake off the feeling he's entirely familiar. ]
[ Used to silence, and people talking but never talking to him, Chu Wanning isn't quite sure what to say to Mo Ran rambling like that. Nor is he sure what to say about Mo Ran nuzzling into his hand like an eager child or cute puppy. Chu Wanning is cold and distant and terrifying, and yet here this man is, leaning into him, trusting him.
He should say something about that. And he should pull back and scold Mo Ran, warn him away from being so familiar with him. It serves no purpose. He should be more careful. Chu Wanning frowns down at him, the expression growing even more fierce when Mo Ran struggles to get up. ]
Stay still, stop moving. [ He sounds harsher than he means to, but with Mo Ran still bleeding, there's no need for him to try to walk to his room or do something stupid. ] You'll just make your injuries worse.
[ Chu Wanning is strong enough that he thinks nothing of picking up Mo Ran in a princess hold, one arm around his back and the other beneath his knees and carrying him to the bedroom. It is a simple room, but Chu Wanning pays no attention to that as he sets Mo Ran down on the bed. He's going to stain the blankets, he realizes, and makes a little sound of discontent. ]
Your blankets will be bloody. I apologize.
[ All of this gives him an easy way to avoid answering Mo Ran's question. ]
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His tanned skin is covered by a sheen of sweat because of all the struggling he's done during the auction, blindly tugging at chains and trying to free himself and twist his way out of the restraints. He must've looked exactly like the tiger in the cage they sold right before him, growling and snarling, muscular frame contracting and flexing. He's sure the madam must've counted on that, him putting on a show, because there were so many bids he failed to keep up, but he couldn't hold back. It was stupid of him, a meek young man would've attracted no attention compared to someone who, as the bidder said, don't you want to try your hand at breaking?, but he's done plenty of stupid things. He's a dog, after all, as they never failed to remind him in the brothel.
Someone like him will always be unruly, from his personality even to his hair, tamed only by fragrant oils that define the waves, long enough that it easily reaches his waist, the one thing he was allowed to keep as he liked during these years. The leather pants he was made to wear without any underwear are low enough on his hips they show the sharpness of his apollo's belt and the trail of hair dipping lower, tight enough that his manhood is made evident, thick thighs hugged snugly.
He can't help wondering who bought him. He pictures a leecherous old man who thinks he can tame him and who Mo Ran will instead likely beat to death, like others before him; or maybe a middle-aged woman who thinks he can fuck her thoroughly, clearly believing he can be manipulated into submission. He will bash all of them like he did with the ones that tried him before, the exact reason why someone as good-looking and well-endowed as him who could bring good money to the brothel, is actually getting sold. Nobody ever managed to lay a hand on him, no matter the punishments that followed and the scars littering his body are proof of his temper.
The madam was surely already transferred the money and so she's nowhere to be seen, this rabid dog she so despises finally not her business anymore. The ones who are left, walking him to his new owner are the auction place's employees, clearly used to dealing with any kind of goods and yet they're still struggling to pull him along and have him behave, curses spouted every step of the way. It makes Mo Ran laugh, that smirk plastered on his face annoying them even more.
Once they're inside the room, they direct many pleasantries to the rich bastard who bought him before they kick Mo Ran to the knees, making him forcefully kneel on the floor. Mo Ran listens intently for the stranger's voice, finding it especially sharp and intense once he tells them to remove the chains, as if that bothers him. It's peculiar and it catches Mo Ran's attention. He feels the weight being pulled off him, but before he can take advantage of it to at least punch one of the man one last time, his blindfold is pulled off and the light from the room floods his aching eyes. He groans, trying to get used to it again, forearm instinctively going to shield his gaze as the door is closed, leaving the two of them alone.
He looks in the stranger's general direction, making out only the outline of his shape. His purple-hued eyes are full of mockery anyway, the curve of his mouth sharp and mean. ]
Are you happy with your goods, master?
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But, as he watches the guards drag the handsome man he just purchased— as though people can be purchased, as though people are things to be tossed aside once their use is done, traded to the next highest bidder— this one is the worst. To buy someone like this, to have the guards force him to kneel in front of Chu Wanning, a man rendered lesser... it galls him. There is, of course, a good reason he can claim, understandable to a few people, necessary to dozens more. Chu Wanning, once a morally superior man, fallen into the ranks of the scum that make up the mafia he is now affiliated with.
Master, the man calls him, and Chu Wanning shudders. His voice is cruel, but there's an underlying tone that resonates inside Chu Wanning. Much like how his body reacts even to the closeness of this man. It's no fault of his, Chu Wanning knows, and it makes him terrible that he enjoys the look of those leather pants snug around his waist and thighs. But there had been an instant and immediate reaction when Mo Ran had been dragged onto the stage, and it shamed him enough that he hadn't even thought deeply about the money he was spending. It was fine; money was money. But Mo Ran was a person, who deserved better, and who had to be dragged into Chu Wanning's awful plans.
I'll free you at the end of this, he thinks as he studies Mo Ran up closer. He's so handsome, with an edge to him honed by an unkind world, and not for the first time that night does Chu Wanning wish things could be different.
They aren't here to be friends, he knows, and Mo Ran likely hates him, for good reason, but Chu Wanning needs him. He steps closer, kneeling in front of Mo Ran and offering his handkerchief so he can clean his face. ]
You may call me Chu Wanning.
[ He should probably have Mo Ran use a title, or something, but in those moments, he can't think of one. Seeing Mo Ran up close is doing something to him, and Chu Wanning hates his reaction. Mo Ran isn't someone to be lusted after, like he's one of the lecherous men outside, or the women even, thinking they could use this man.
Because of that, he sounds sharper than he means, and he looks away, feeling guilty, then back to Mo Ran. These moments are crucial, he knows, and he can't display any weakness. He has to finish the job he started, and Mo Ran is instrumental in helping him, whether he knows it or not. ]
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He's so beautiful that he appears unreal, so much so that Mo Ran stares to watch him move and be sure he isn't imagining him. There's a frosty aura about him, a sort of cold beauty, which people should admire from a distance and never stain. Suddenly Mo Ran feels that his kneeling position is very fitting, since this man looks more like a divinity.
His purple eyes follow the other's motions eagerly and when he speaks, there's a warm shiver traveling down Mo Ran's spine and a quiet exhale. If he believed in magic, he would think that a spell was placed on him, but he was a raised an animal and so he trusts his senses: this stranger is able to sink under his skin in ways none before him could.
He carries a scent of haitang, sweet and refreshing, and Mo Ran, despite all reason that belongs to humans, more akin to a dog, feels like the man's nature is all captured in that scent, with its many layers. Underneath it all, it is not cloying or overbearing like most people, it's shyly warm and inherently clean. ]
Chu Wanning. [ He tastes the syllables like melting caramel on his tongue, quiet and low, as he observes the older man while he gets suddenly so close, kneeling at his height.
He shuts the distance before the other can even realize it. He leans forward and licks Chu Wanning's mouth, like he wanted to taste the remnants of his voice on it. One arm winds around his waist and crashes their torsos together, a moment before he presses their lips together in a graceless kiss. ]
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he does not expect to have mo ran lick his lips. it's enough to unsteady him, mouth parting in surprise, which just makes the kiss that much more awkward. it takes a few moments for him to realize what mo ran was doing, and then he jerks back. he can't get far, given how mo ran is holding him, but he pushes weakly at his chest. he's sure his cheeks are flaming red, unable to hide how flustered he is. ]
What— [ he sputters, then stiffens. ] No! You don't need to do that here.
[ he is undeniably attracted to mo ran, but despite that attraction (or because of that attraction), he has no desire to force mo ran into a position where he feels obligated to kiss him, or do... those things with him. that must be why mo ran is holding him like this, and kissed him. ]
You don't have to do such things with me.
[ he tries to sound stern and firm and hopes mo ran doesn't catch the tremble in his voice and his body. ]
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Chu Wanning says something really peculiar: it's not don't do it, it's you don't have to do it. It speaks of kindness, the man surely believing that he acted out of a sense of obligation, maybe to ingratiate his buyer. It also implies that probably Chu Wanning didn't entirely hate it, since Mo Ran wasn't told to simply stop or didn't get a slap across the face. Even the way his hands are pressing into the younger's chest is gentle --Mo Ran is incredibly, surprisingly fascinated.
He looks at him with a glisten to his eyes. ] I've never done anything I didn't want. That's also why I'm here. [ There's undeniable humour in the lilt of his voice. He wants to make clear how he wouldn't feel obligated to do anything.
His hand reaches the other's face and, slow and light, calloused fingertips trace his cheek and the blush onto it. ] You're not scared of me. [ Mo Ran hums. That's a first. Even the people who lusted after him have always been afraid of him --and that is why, among his many scars, there are also the ones of rope burns on his wrists, since he was tied down most times; now's the skin is too reddened by his recent struggle against handcuffs for those lines to properly show. But, out of all the feelings battling each other on his features, there's no fear. What a peculiar man; he's surely stronger than he appears. ]
You want me, or you wouldn't have bought me. [ Mo Ran murmurs, fingertips now tracing the outline of the other's mouth. He licks his own without even realizing. The truth is that he liked his taste, as much as he likes his scent. ] You're different from all the others... what did you buy me for?
[ Mo Ran is too much alike a beast to not notice the other's trembling but he doesn't understand what it means: is it nervousness? anger? anticipation? He's tempted to keep prodding and poking to find out. ] I can be a good dog. I won't try to run away and I'll devote myself to you. I'll keep you company and watch over you.
I'll just need a little treat every now and then... [ The amused tone of his voice gets overtaken by a low, sultry quality as Mo Ran ever so slowly inches closer again, his mouth just a breath away from the older's. He's testing the waters, trying to see for himself why Chu Wanning is shivering. ] I will only take it when you let me... [ He whispers, nearly breathless, only moving to fill the distance again if the older allows him to, or else staying perfectly still. He can wait like a good boy. ]
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I also have to bring you the drawing of a little fan of yours. "For angel gege", it says.
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The picture must mean you. I am hardly an angel to any of the children.
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So is it a yes or no about the watermelon? I'll say it's a yes.
No, no. Your little admirer is shy and wanted to stay anonymous, but he saw you the other day when you came to get Mengmeng and now you're angel gege. He also gave me a kiss on the cheek with the promise I'll deliver it to you.
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I do enjoy watermelon, although it is often messy.
You have delivered the kiss by telling me about it, so that is satisfactory. I will pick up the picture later.
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When I tell the kids about A-Ning and how clever he is, they think it's someone their age so they're more motivated. I won't change it.
Don't worry, I'll wipe your mouth clean like I do with the kids and make sure you don't swallow any seed, lest a watermelon starts growing in your tummy.
That definitely isn't what he meant... how am I going to face him and tell him I delivered it? Do you want me to lie to a baby?
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vampire!au;; birthday
he's still flustered from dinner and mo ran's unintentional teasing (surely mo ran hadn't intentionally been saying "Senior" like that), so the night air does him some good in this walk back to his apartment.
he digs out his phone to send a message to mo ran. ]
Do not worry about rushing back home. Spend time with your family.
Thank you for the sweets. I know you prepared them and most of the dinner.
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Ah... what gave it away? You can tell the taste of my cooking by now?
There's no need to thank me. It's the least I could do, since I had no idea what gift to get you... And before the day ends, happy birthday again, senior!
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Your cooking is distinct. And your uncle does not know my favorites, nor that I like sweets, and yet there were plenty of desserts.
Don't think I can't hear the inflection in your tone even through here, Mo Ran! You were deliberately saying it so scandalously.
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Though this time I don't mind as much since he's detailedly listing all your good qualities and fanboying over you. It's been hard not to laugh.
Ah, I gave myself away with the desserts. Those lotus crips made it obvious! Still, I'm a little too happy Wanning can tell my cooking apart from others. I'm glad you accepted to take all those leftovers home, your sweet tooth will be pleased for a while.
[ he outright snorts at his phone before he can control himself at the scolding, but the sound thankfully drowns under xue meng's voice. ] You have such a bad opinion of me, senior. How could I tease you in public? Isn't it you want me so much that everything I say sounds scandalous to you?
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You are a very talented chef, and you know how I prefer my flavors. I value your cooking, especially since I know you would normally make things spicier for yourself. And since I have taken leftovers home, you will not need to cook for me for a few days.
Mo Ran! You had a flirty tone when saying "senior" the way you do. I wasn't just hearing things for that reason.
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i lost this tag i'm so sorry
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It's time!
He slips out from the covers, careful not to kick the feline royalty of the house, and he sneaks out of his bedroom.
With his body temperature, he's only wearing boxers and still giving off heat; it makes the scent of soap and the masculine one of his skin even thicker. He bites on his lips not to smile as he lays on his benefactor's wide bed, finding the man on top of the covers, mostly dressed, completely passed out from exhaustion. He's curled up tight and frozen to the touch and Mo Ran sighs as he hugs him from behind and pulls his back to his large chest. His feet guide the other's between his calves --he stifles a noise because they're so cold it's uncomfortable for a moment-- and eventually he buries his nose and his mouth in his nape, breathing him in deeply.
He hardly knew happiness before coming here --the few, constantly fading memories of his mother the only source of it. But in this place, with this man, he's learnt again what it is. Laying here with him, warming him up, basking in his scent: that is happiness. ]
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He's so deeply asleep that he doesn't hear Mo Ran sneak in. But he does curl into Mo Ran, instinctively seeking out his warmth. He snuggles into him, his body loosening up some.
When Chu Wanning wakes, he's warmer than he usually is, even if he makes an effort to curl under the blankets. But he's not under the blankets. Instead, he's in Mo Ran's arms. Relaxed enough that he doesn't parse that, Chu Wanning snuggles into him, yawning. He closes his eyes again with a sigh. ]
Five more minutes. It's still early.
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Maybe it's because of how he was raised, how he had to be constantly on his guard, wary of any small noise or movement because it could mean being hit or ambushed, but Mo Ran's sleep is never deep. That's why he instantly wakes when Chu Wanning curls more into his frame.
Mo Ran smiles to himself and he leans to press a barely there peck on his hair, while holding him a little tighter. Long fingers rub soothingly into the layer of his clothing. ]
As long as gege wants. [ He mumbles, barely audible. If it was for him, they could stay like that all morning. He loves this sleepy feeling of floating in haitang. ]
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He's often drowsy in the morning, pulled from his sleep reluctantly, and that morning is one such. Between being comfortable and drowsy with the warmth, he murmurs an agreement with Mo Ran's comment, and snuggles into him, burrowing deeper. He feels comfortable and safe in Mo Ran's arms, a rarity for him, something never done.
But the practical side of his brain kicks in quickly, and he realizes that he's being held by someone, who is yes, warm and comfortable, but also there shouldn't be anyone in his bed. Chu Wanning jerks, eyes going wide as he rears back, staring at the man holding him.
It's only Mo Ran, which is a relief. But also, he shouldn't be doing that! ] Mo Ran!
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I was hoping you'd rest longer. [ he mumbles, voice low and thick from lack of use, purple-hued gaze dragged onto the other's features to catch all the softness that a still sleepy chu wanning cannot hide. he inches closer, mouth pressing onto the older's with a loud wet noise for a shameless good morning kiss.
it's chu wanning's fault for lowering his guard against the mad dog he bought and brought into his house. especially ever since mo ran has sensed that the older feels guilty about punishments, indeed like a wild animal, he's started taking more and more liberties. the worst chu wanning will do can't compare to a good day in the brothel --and so mo ran pushes the boundaries further each day, shameless. ]
Master stops lying only when he's sleeping. [ he accuses him cheekily. while asleep, wanning has relaxed into his presence, to the point of turning around and burrowing into his bare chest, nestling into him, tucking their legs together. mo ran nips at his earlobe, gentle. ] I was taught lying is a sin. [ he drags the sole of his foot up the other's calf, in turn his thigh rubbing dangerously between the older's. ]
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priest/guardian angel au
But for all the simplicity, it's Chu Wanning's favorite church.
As an angel, he shouldn't have favorites. They don't deal in such matters, not like humans with their favorite things. Favorite colors, favorite flavors, favorite stories. No, he should be above all of that. Was taught from his earliest days that he, like all the angels, were better, were different, were meant to serve people and protect them, and that was all.
But over the years, Chu Wanning has come to realize how much of a failure as an angel he is. He likes sweet things, hiding candies in his robes when he can, finds joy in watching the cute cats and dogs, and likes one of his charges above all others.
That last bit is the most damning of all. He shouldn't, he knows, prefer one human over another. It shouldn't even be possible. But he does, which is why he's at that church. No one can see him when he slips inside, and he stands in a corner in the back, so even those who might be able to see spirits and angels have little chance to observe him. Most would think nothing of an angel visiting a church. It's a connection to their home, after all.
As the priest talks, Chu Wanning's gaze wanders away from him and towards one particular man. Another priest, assistant to the head priest of the church. The bright flame in the place, beautiful and kind. Chu Wanning saved him once, when he shouldn't have.
He doesn't regret his actions.
Chu Wanning meets Mo Ran's gaze, and at first thinks nothing of it; such things happen. Most people can't see him, so it's not a big deal.
Except Mo Ran looks puzzled, and then determined, and Chu Wanning realizes he's been spotted. He flees then, as the sermon wraps up and people start to stand, but before Mo Ran can make his way to him.
He escapes and vows never to return.
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Chu Wanning is a liar. He refuses to admit this, however. He tells himself that as long as he doesn't go into the church, he isn't lying about his vow. He just wants to keep an eye on Mo Ran, and there's nothing wrong with that. Mo Ran is one of his charges. He would be remiss if he wasn't around watching over Mo Ran.
And sometimes, he has to go inside the church to observe. It's nothing. Just from afar, never close enough to be seen, and never look directly at Mo Ran, so he doesn't get caught again.
Most of the time, Mo Ran is fine. It's a peaceful place, even if the women do come in flocks to see Mo Ran and giggle over him incessantly, and the kids of the town visit Mo Ran to play, often loudly, in the churchyard. Very rarely do ghosts or demons appear, and they're easily dealt with, simple beings that rarely do damage before Chu Wanning scares them off.
One night, he's late: he can sense demonic energy in the church. It comes on the scent of blood, and it pitches Chu Wanning into a frenzy. He's a whirlwind of golden light as he strikes the doors open with his whip, and sends the length of it striking over the pews, dazzling in its brilliance.
The demons he finds near the altar, along with Mo Ran, and he's quick to dispatch them, between Tianwen and a few chants. One of them is stronger than the others, possibly why Mo Ran ended up falling to them, and takes a little more work to banish. But Chu Wanning is known among the heavens and the hells as a formidable master, and none of them have been able to escape his divine wrath; this one is no different.
Mo Ran is pale, a bloody figure on the wooden floorboards, and although Chu Wanning knows he should leave before Mo Ran sees him— it would be possible to send another human to tend his wounds— he is weak.
Chu Wanning kneels next to him, brush Mo Ran's hair out of his face, hand gentle against his forehead when he checks for a fever. ]
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He doesn't quite care he's bleeding. It's honestly happened too many times before, was it accident or exorcism, and he's not number one on the self-preservation list. After his original sin, he probably shouldn't be alive at all, so he's always considered all his time borrowed. The guilt he carries makes it hard to forget.
What Mo Ran cares about right now is the blurry vision before him, to the point he stretches his hand out in a surprising show of reflexes for an injured man on the floor, grasping the other's wrist bruisingly. He's always been a little too strong, a little too perceptive. There's something inside his chest that knows this vision surrounded by a golden aura is true, even if he can't quite put it into focus. It's like his soul is ringing, catching the same sound coming from another, identical bell.
Mo Ran gathers his thoughts, burning fingers clutching onto ice cold, smooth skin like he fears this familiar sight will fade away once again; he closes his eyes for a moment and adjusts his breathing. When he opens them again, a clear purple hue, he recognizes instantly the man who escaped from him more than once in his church and his whole face brightens, at odds with his condition. His hand unconsciously holds more tightly. ]
...you're here. Finally. [ He smiles, wide and sweet, all too fitting on a big, excited dog. Nevermind his face is splattered with blood and paler than usual, he's still happy. He presses his forearm against his stomach, his black outfit hiding how much blood has already oozed out. ]
I knew you were real. You had to be. [ As he says that, he finally looks past those charmingly kind eyes to the man's whole appearance and his heart stutters. It was clear even from a distance, but up close, goodness, this man is just... beautiful. Pale skin, determined eyebrows and a whole air of power and candor about him. Mo Ran wouldn't have minded getting beat up by him instead of the demons. ]
Ah-- it's dangerous here! You should leave...! [ Not knowing who it is he's talking to and how he's just been rescued, he instinctively tries to sit up and look around, to protect the stranger from threat. ]
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It's impossible to tell where he is injured, and Chu Wanning is loath to leave him like this, but the touch makes him freeze. He's been seen too many times by this man, from the early days of his youth to now, and Chu Wanning has made too many mistakes with him. Drawn the demons to him, probably. And he just keeps making more and more mistakes.
He could break the grip, for although Mo Ran's fingers are tight around his wrist, Chu Wanning is stronger still. But he looks so happy, that big, wide smile. No one has smiled at Chu Wanning in all his years, and it makes his heart flutter. A weakness, his mentor would say, and Chu Wanning knows he's right, because the decision to stay is easy in light of that smile. He doesn't deserve it, but he wants to bask in it. ]
There is no danger. Those things attacking you are gone. [ Chu Wanning places his other hand on Mo Ran's torso, trying to feel where he is injured. He's no healer, never learned the skills, because they are not meant to do this, unless they could take the form of a doctor or nurse. And he can't do that now. ] Don't talk, you're still injured. I do not have any bandages.
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Mo Ran is always a little too touchy-feely, he's been scolded about it one too many times, as it gives the wrong impression (though, really, can a priest give a wrong impression?) but this goes beyond it. There's a relief to touching this man that pools in the depth of his chest, fills his lungs and his heart. It's like he needs to be close to him and he's never quite felt something like it. In his current condition, he doesn't even realize it's inappropriate as he doesn't even know the other's name and yet he's acting like a puppy towards him.
He exhales shakily when his torso is touched, not quite because it hurts, he's used to that, but because he's suddenly realizing how touch-starved he is. All these years it's gone completely unnoticed and yet now it seems so blatant. ]
It's okay... I heal quickly. My room is right past that door... can you help me get there? [ He wonders softly, his lips still stretched into a smile as he opens his eyes again and looks at the stranger a little dazed. He nods towards a door to the right of the altar, leading to absolutely humble chambers. He sleeps there so he'll hear if someone gets into the church late at night, generally looking for help.
He tries to push himself up to his feet, his stained hand leaving a red print on the ground. Ah, he'll need to clean this up real good before sunrise. ]
Why have you never let me greet you? Have I done something to offend you...? [ He wonders idly, apparently not quite minding his state. If he had pointy ears, they'd be drooping now. He's not the most perceptive, he's accidentally offended people before. He has no memory of ever having the chance to do that towards this man though, even if he can't shake off the feeling he's entirely familiar. ]
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He should say something about that. And he should pull back and scold Mo Ran, warn him away from being so familiar with him. It serves no purpose. He should be more careful. Chu Wanning frowns down at him, the expression growing even more fierce when Mo Ran struggles to get up. ]
Stay still, stop moving. [ He sounds harsher than he means to, but with Mo Ran still bleeding, there's no need for him to try to walk to his room or do something stupid. ] You'll just make your injuries worse.
[ Chu Wanning is strong enough that he thinks nothing of picking up Mo Ran in a princess hold, one arm around his back and the other beneath his knees and carrying him to the bedroom. It is a simple room, but Chu Wanning pays no attention to that as he sets Mo Ran down on the bed. He's going to stain the blankets, he realizes, and makes a little sound of discontent. ]
Your blankets will be bloody. I apologize.
[ All of this gives him an easy way to avoid answering Mo Ran's question. ]
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