heng_like_a_dragon

[Blade is learning to get around with one crutch, since his other arm is still pretty messed up from all the stabbing. Despite being two weeks out from the encounter, spiritually he seems back to his usual self. He's finished his second Gunpla kit (and ordered a few more), and he's left unattended briefly in the kitchen while Dan Heng goes for a grocery run.

It only takes a half hour for this to become a mistake.

When Dan Heng returns, the condo smells pleasant, with an edge of... burning? Blade is in the kitchen hunched over the counter, with a bunch of small hard cookies laid out on the cookie sheet in front of him. The kitchen is thoroughly trashed with multiple attempts at making cookie dough, dirty bowls and measuring cups and an empty package of butter.]

Again? Why didn't they spread out? Why are they so—deformed?

[He grabs one and smacks it against the counter. It makes a hollow noise like hardtack. His fuzzy ears droop.]

It's the recipe. It has to be.

[Dan Heng has fallen into domesticity with a swiftness that would make a Trad Wife jealous. This is just meant to be a quick grocery run since he has a mind to make xiao long bao or sheng jian bao some time soon. A nice little celebration of Blade's good health.

When he returns to the condo, he almost calls out that he's home like normal, but the scent of baked goods that are slightly burnt hits his nose first. Dan Heng's a bit confused as he toes off his shoes and heads into the kitchen to see that Hurricane Blade came through. ... It looks like he's going to be cleaning the kitchen before doing anything else. On hearing what his boyfriend says about the recipe, Dan Heng takes a peek at the cookies. The sound of the cookie smacking against the counter confirms what he already knows.

The dragon puts the grocery bags onto a countertop miraculously free from mess. Then, he wraps his arms around Blade's waist from behind.]

You didn't put in enough butter, there's too much flour, or the ratio of brown sugar to white sugar is off.

[Dan Heng reaches out to swipe one of the cookies and fearlessly takes a bite of it. After a moment of thoughtful chewing, he swallows it.]

Mm, a combination of not enough butter and the oven's heat was a little too high. Your oven runs hot, so I have to adjust by about 25 degrees when I bake. [He then eats the rest of the cookie.] The flavor's there. It was a good try on your own.

[Dan Heng looks ups at his boyfriend.]

Perhaps next time I'll order groceries if this is what you get up to half an hour after I've left.

[Blade sighs and leans into Dan Heng a bit, unable to resist melting into him when he feels those arms.]

Wait, don't—

[... He just ate it.

He just ate it.

The thing has the texture of hardtack and Dan Heng ate it without even flinching.

Blade suddenly understands what it is like to fear god. God is his boyfriend and his stomach is apparently a direct portal to hell. He stares for a long moment, barely blinking.]

You... know all of that from a bite?

[It was a good try on your own. Blade bows his head.]

... I wanted to do something nice for you. All I did was make more work.

I'm sorry.

[Dan Heng looks politely confused by the staring. Honestly, he's had worse.]

Mhm. It's in the texture and the taste. I don't get an aftertaste associated with flour, and the texture is quite hard, so it just needed a bit more fat like butter.

[His eyes soften at that. He takes Blade's hand and kisses the back of it.]

It was very kind of you to make something for me. Baking is a science, so it's okay that it didn't turn out like you hoped. I'll still eat the cookies. They do taste good.

[He smiles a little.]

Besides, at least you didn't mistakenly use white pepper instead of sugar.

[He tries and fails to hold back a little squeak at the kiss.]

You don't have to force yourself. I'll make better ones. [a pause] But I didn't realize my oven ran hot. You're... incredible.

[Wait.]

White pepper? Instead of sugar? ... Who even makes that mistake?

[Dan Heng's smile widens somewhat when he hears that squeak and kisses the back of his shoulder this time.]

I'm not forcing myself. But I'm certain you can only improve from here now that you know these things. [He shakes his head.] I've just used your oven a lot lately. You wouldn't know unless you started baking something like cookies, which are a lot more heat sensitive.

[The dragon laughs quietly. He can just imagine Mikleo's indignation if he heard this.]

My best friend in POKEGO. He's very good at making cold desserts, but the moment you ask him to bake anything... you get results like that. I've been one of his taste testers for years. After a while, it just became a way for me to test myself since his skills were beyond saving.

[... Right. He just needs to try again. His first sword wasn't good, either.] I will definitely make something I am proud of. Just... not today.

[He makes a face at that description.] ... No wonder. I'll make sure not to eat anything he gives you.

[He sighs, and rubs Dan Heng's hands with his own.]

Sorry again about the kitchen. I'll do the dishes. [His legs are starting to hurt from standing, but he's not going to complain.]

Not today, [he agrees.] I'll be waiting to taste it.

[Dan Heng chuckles again. With Mara gone, he's been laughing more in Blade's presence. It's been a nice change if he's being honest with himself.]

That would be wise, for your sake.

[He hums softly. Releasing his hold on his partner's waist, the dragon takes Blade's hand and threads his fingers between the other man's, squeezing it briefly before letting go.]

I'll help you, but first you should rest. You've been up for too long. [Dan Heng pats Blade's hip gently.] I'll join you once I've put away the groceries.

[It is a nice change. There's no longer that cloud hanging over their heads, that threat that if they let their guard down for a moment that Mara will swoop in and hurt them. Blade's fate with the Black Order is still unresolved as of this point but they've spoken about it, and Blade is pretty sure he's going to join them.

It isn't the best solution, but it's better than being locked up or institutionalized.]

... If you're sure. [He's used to pushing through the pain, but the thought of cuddling on the couch with Dan Heng is mighty tempting, especially after that flirtatious handholding just now.] I'll get out of the way, then. [He turns so he can kiss Dan Heng's lips chastely, and then he grabs his crutch and makes his way into the living room.]

[Dan Heng kisses him back just as chastely. He's smiling a little as he watches Blade leave. Then, the dragon starts putting away the groceries in their proper place.

It takes him a few minutes, but he soon comes out of the kitchen and goes to sit next to his boyfriend. He'll put his arm around Blade's waist without hesitation.]

When you can stand without pain, I thought we could make some bao together. I thought we could do with a dinner like that to celebrate your full recovery.

[Blade leans in and presses his whole side against Dan Heng, and rubs at the dragon's leg with one arm. His tail swishes happily against the couch.]

I'd like that.

[He rests his head on Dan Heng's shoulder, and pulls his legs underneath him so he can curl up.]

Still, you spoil me too much. [He doesn't mind, though, judging by how he kisses Dan Heng's cheek.]

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[He leans against Blade a little as his boyfriend presses against him. The dragon gives a soft hum at the rub to his leg, and tilts his head into the kiss.]

Hmph, and you haven't with all the gifts you've made me? Not to mention our date nights where you take the bill.

[Unconsciously, he moves his hand from Blade's waist to rub the backs of his fingers along the swishing tail. He can't reach the full length of it, but just reaching the base is fine in the dragon's point of view.]

I told you I wouldn't mind taking care of you while you recovered. Truth be told... I'm... kind of enjoying myself.

[It's just nice to come home and cook a meal for himself and someone he loves.]

What else am I going to spend my money on? I can build all the toys I want.

[His breath hitches as he feels the fingers running along his tail. He's certain he's blushing, but he tries to play it cool, even if his tail is wagging faster. He leaves a softer kiss along Dan Heng's jaw.]

Are you, now? [He chuckles lowly.] And here I thought you'd get sick of me before the week was up.

[then, a little more seriously]

... I'm enjoying it, too. Like a piece of my heart has settled.

Mhm.

[He leans into the kiss to his jaw, soft as it is. His heart feels warm and content in this moment. It's been a while since he's felt this peaceful.]

I chose to spend this life with you a third time. I can't see myself getting sick of my favorite star anytime soon.

[Dan Heng glances down at him for a moment.]

Mm, I feel the same. I feel more confident in my feelings and wants as well.

[He leans down to kiss a fluffy ear, still stroking Blade's tail with the back of his fingers. The dragon can't help it when it's so soft and fluffy.]

I'll never tire of the moon, either.

[He closes his eyes, happily soaking in the warmth and attention. The kiss to his ear makes both ears twitch. He shifts his hips a little, the small of his back curving against Dan Heng's hand.

Two can play at this game. Blade had been rubbing Dan Heng's leg, but now he toys with the hem of his shirt and slides his fingertips beneath it in search of skin.]

Hm. What do you want right now?

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[It's almost embarrassing how weak Dan Heng can be when Blade refers to him as 'his moon.' His cheeks go a little pink every time.

He raises his eyebrow as he feels his partner growing bolder. All things considered, however, he's not surprised by it. The dragon does take a deep breath as he feels warm fingers brush against his skin, shivering slightly. Dan Heng could go with a playful or flirtatious answer, but instead he just answers with honesty.]

You. Or, more accurately, a real life with you. [He brushes his lips against Blade's ear again, and says softly:] I want to see the real you now that Mara is no longer controlling your life. We've always held back and been careful, and I've seen how that took a great toll on you. So... I want to see how freedom looks on you.

[Blade feels that shiver, but nothing prepares him for that straightforward answer. His eyes pop open, and now he's the one blushing.

I want to see how freedom looks on you.

He swallows hard and shivers himself.]

... Who's the one saying things, now?

[He grins despite his blush, and decides to leave more kisses on Dan Heng's neck. Given a little time, he shifts so he can throw his other leg over and crawl into the shorter man's lap.]

I like this side of you.

[Dan Heng gives him a wry smile at that.]

At least I've thought about my words.

[He gasps quietly as he feels lips on his neck, and he tilts his head a little to let Blade kiss as much as he wants. The dragon is only slightly surprised when his partner crawls onto his lap. His hands rest on Blade's hips as he looks up into lovely red eyes. Dan Heng rubs slow, firm circles into his boyfriend's hips.]

And which side is that?

[There's a hint of amusement in his voice.]

[He laughs at that.] Ouch.

[He'll survive, though.

He seizes the opportunity to nuzzle more into Dan Heng's neck, and scrapes his teeth over the hollow there. He has no idea of what he's doing but he has some vague notion of where to put his mouth. Thanks, past life.]

Mmm... all of them.

[His heart is beating so fast, he wonders if Dan Heng can hear it. It always does that when Dan Heng touches him, but this time...

He slips his other hand beneath Dan Heng's top and traces the lines of his abdomen, but it's just a tease; when his palms rub over the Vidyadhara's chest, it's through the fabric again.]

[A part of him worried he might've gone over a line, but Blade's laugh helps set him at ease.

Dan Heng tilts his head up as his partner nuzzles into his neck. It's when he feels teeth scraping against his skin that he makes a soft, low sound in his throat. He lets out a breathless chuckle.]

I... had a feeling that would be your answer.

[His own heart is pounding as he realizes that they don't have to hold back this time. If Blade wants to take it further, and all signs are pointing in that direction so far, then he's more than happy to take that step with him.

He sighs softly when Blade's fingers trace along his abdomen, though it's not enough. The Vidyadhara wants more than what he's being teased with. As warm hands rub over his chest through the fabric of his shirt, Dan Heng slips his own hand underneath his boyfriend's shirt. He trails his fingers lazily and lightly over where he remembers Blade's tattoo is, and over whatever scars he finds along the way. The hand not under the taller man's shirt rubs along the base of his fluffy tail.]

A-Xing....

[Dan Heng can't help sighing his name in his beloved's ear, and then he gently nibbles on it experimentally.]

[That's a very nice noise.]

You know me well.

[And he's so very grateful for that.

He arches lightly at the touch to his back, as if he was made for Dan Heng's hands alone, his warm skin pressing back against those fingertips. But it's the touch to his tail, firmer this time, that gets him to gasp and squeeze the dragon's hips between his thighs.]

Tiánxīn. [He shudders deliciously, closing his lips against a soft whimper. He wants a kiss so badly, but he doesn't want to dissuade Dan Heng from nipping his ear. He slips his hands beneath the dragon's shirt again, and this time rubs his thumbs over his nips.

He feels like he's waking up after a long dream, or perhaps sinking into a deeper one.]

I don't want to stop, [he whispers.] I want to give you everything.

[His blue eyes seem brighter as he watches Blade's reactions to his touch. They're sharper and more focused than ever before. He's curious and wanting all at once, feeling as if he's playing out a familiar dream. Familiar... and new.

He makes another low sound in his throat as he feels his hips being squeezed between his partner's thighs. On hearing the soft whimper, Dan Heng grazes his teeth almost lazily along the soft edge of Blade's ear. When warm hands go beneath his shirt to rub over his nipples, the dragon hums breathlessly against the dog boy's ear and he scratches luxuriously at the base of his fluffy tail.

Blade's whispered confession has Dan Heng pulling away slightly. He brings his hands up to hold his partner's face as he looks into crimson eyes. His own are a shade darker with his own want for the taller man.]

Then we won't stop. [He rubs his thumbs with heartbreaking gentleness under his red eyes.] There's nothing stopping us anymore. You're free... and you're safe.

[Once Dan Heng's certain that his words have at least somewhat sunk in, he brings his hands down to support Blade as he abruptly stands up with the blacksmith clinging to him. The dragon immediately starts making his way to the bedroom and shuts the door behind them with his foot. Without any further hesitation, he lays Blade onto the bed on his back and makes himself comfortable between the blacksmith's long legs. Dan Heng kisses him with a teasing lick to his lips, and runs his hands almost greedily over Blade's abdomen and chest through his shirt.]

[Blade can't keep his little whimper down. The base of his tail is so sensitive, and it makes him shudder. He tries to catch his breath as Dan Heng touches his face so gently. If there's a glimmer in his eyes, it's because this is emotional. There's no getting around it. Their feelings have simmered like this for a long, long time.

But most importantly... he's safe. He's safe, and whole.]

I'm safe, [he murmurs, as if he himself can't believe it.

He's regained his wits once he finds himself on his back. He welcomes his boyfriend's touch, and combs his nails through fluffy dark hair. There's an edge of hunger to this kiss that Blade only adds to when he mmphs, and he parts his lips to welcome Dan Heng inside. He's not passive, though; he meets every swipe of that tongue with his own, exploring and tasting, and finding that the echo of those sad cookies is actually not that bad.

His hands slide downward, scratching Dan Heng's back through his shirt. Then he finds the edge of said shirt and tugs it upward. He wants to touch.]

[Dan Heng doesn't mind if Blade gets emotional. Honestly, he won't be surprised if this is a lot for both of them. Because of that, the dragon has only one goal: to make Blade feel cherished and deserving of being handled gently.

He hums softly as he feels nails going through his hair. The moment his partner's lips part, Dan Heng's tongue explores his mouth and savors his taste like an expensive, aged wine. He makes a low sound as Blade explores him in turn, and then groans as he feels nails scratching at his back.

The shorter man breaks the kiss with a wet sound and sits up. With a quick, fluid motion, the dragon takes off his shirt. There are a few scars littering his torso from this side. The wounds made from Mara, though the scars from that encounter are somewhat faint against his skin. However, there's one near Dan Heng's heart that is old and looks like it had been a puncture wound.

Not wasting any more time, he then pushes Blade's shirt up to his chest. His blue eyes are dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of toned muscles and scars. Dan Heng glances at his beloved's red eyes before he starts to trail his fingers tenderly along the harsh, ragged lines of the shrapnel scars on his arms. His fingers follow along that path to Blade's shoulders, then down to his chest. Dan Heng's gaze is focused yet reverent as he looks at his body. As he moves his hands down to his lover's abdomen, he bends down over Blade's chest and gently, almost tentatively, licks along one of his scars.]

[Blade doesn't hesitate to explore the newly-revealed scars with his fingertips, the dexterous hands of a craftsman inspecting a masterpiece. He's not the only one who wants to help his love feel cherished in this moment. Whether they're fading marks or new ones, he memorizes them all, and flicks his thumbs over the dragon's nubs.

His hands shift to Dan Heng's back when the shorter man decides he has been teased enough by that chest. Blade's fingertips turn to nails as they scrape through Dan Heng's hair, down his neck and spine, and trace the lines of his shoulderblades. Being treated with such determined gentleness is... unexpected. He thought Dan Heng would rip his clothes off, and he's fine with that, but the tenderness undoes him utterly.

He's not ashamed of his scars, but something about them always makes people flinch. Yet Dan Heng doesn't flinch or shy away at all. He touches him without fear. Blade is so wound up simply by watching him work that the lick earns a soft, thready moan that surprises him.]

O-oh...

[Blade was not aware he could make that noise. He squirms a little and rubs his foot against Dan Heng's leg.]

Hah, that's... nnh, good.

[He bites his bottom lip, and massages Dan Heng's back encouragingly.]

action; end of january; you may as well just call this the Blade Containment Zone

THE BLADE CONTAINMENT ZONE

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NSFW from here on out!

*hooting and hollering*

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