#sure with the readmore function wasnt broken..... rip

[spikekat]

your voice in the back of my head (wishing things could be quiet) . songxuexiao, songxiao, 4.3k words. Canon Era, Canon Divergence. Explicit, double penetration, coming untouched, biting/marking, possessive behavior.

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Song Lan can hear Xingchen’s rapid breathing from his place on the floor. He’s laying a few feet away from them and their makeshift bed. Xue Yang must be touching Xingchen, the way he always does as soon as they lay down to sleep. In the darkness, Song Lan can just barely make out the glitter of Xue Yang’s eyes over Xingchen’s shoulder, the stroke of his hands under Xingchen’s inner robes. Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he can see them rock together, has woken to Xingchen’s muffled groan of release more than once.

It’s been days since Song Lan stumbled upon them. It was luck that he saw Xingchen before Xue Yang saw him, luck that Xingchen was there when Song Lan saw Xue Yang, that he kept him from running Xue Yang through. Song Lan doesn’t know if even Xingchen could forgive him for destroying their lives a second time.

At least Xue Yang had been as shocked as Song Lan to discover that Xiao Xingchen had known his identity, had known almost the whole time.

“In three years, he hasn’t hurt me,” he’d said, like that was the end of it. He had regarded Song Lan, Song Lan who was wearing his eyes, with words unspoken in the lines of his face: and what about you, Song Lan; where have you been?

Xingchen didn’t ask him to stay, but he didn’t make him leave, so Song Lan stayed. He had nowhere else to go, not anymore. They let him sleep on the floor, let him eat with them, as long as he did his share of the cleaning and cooking. And now--

“Zichen.” Xue Yang’s voice, in the here and now, is heavy and venomous. Even just the sound of it is corrosive in Song Lan’s head. “Why don’t you come over here?”

Song Lan can’t breathe.

“Xingchen told me, about what you two used to do together,” Xue Yang says. “How good you made him feel.” Song Lan watches a hand trail up Xingchen’s chest, exposing his skin to the faint moonlight. Heat, the same old fierce desire, coils in the pit of his stomach, but it feels uglier now.

“A-Yang,” Xingchen says, which—it isn’t a no, isn’t stop.

It used to be him, with Xingchen this way, the two of them wrapped around each other under the stars. They didn’t need a home, didn’t need to feel settled, because home was with each other. Xingchen’s smile, his warmth, his unshakable faith in them, in their work, his belief that they could make the world better—that was home. He is, and always has been, the most beautiful person Song Lan knows.

Then Xue Yang happened. Hate is too soft a word for what Song Lan feels when he looks at him, at that cruel, knowing smile.

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#songxuexiao #the untamed #dave writes fic #sure with the readmore function wasnt broken..... rip #god these three are so fun to write!!!! #i posted this yesterday but forgot to link it to my tumblr oops #kinkmeme fill!!! the prompt op was SO NICE TO ME YALL