[ 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. ]
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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. ]