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"I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies,
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife,
Offer me my deathless death,"
—Hozier 'Take Me to Church'
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It was far too late and He Tian was in his room.
Mo Guanshan stared up at him, furrow brow-ed and dry mouthed. The brunet's pupils had swallowed his iris' , and like a black hole, Mo was sucked in — all the light from the space had been eaten: an abyss, a void, an endless fall. Mo Guanshan: he was a goner.
All the remaining moister left in Mo’s body evaporated. He Tian took of his shirt. And then his pants. His underwear hit Mo's chest and now He Tian was naked and perched in his lap like a crow on the antichrist's shoulder — the redhead did not have the strength to shut his eyes, remaining locked on He Tian's unholy stare like a well trained mutt.
Oh Gods; Mo Guanshan shivered.
—
He Tian's phone lit up. The three minutes from one in the morning that his clock displayed made him groan — it was only just when the sandman had finally cast his spell that the world decides it's urgent for you to be back awake. He flung his hand over for the shitty slab of modernity and was delighted to see his world had in fact woken him up. He Tian swiped his phone open quicker than his sleep-addled mind properly processed.
-00:56-
Don't Close Mountain
BASTARD!
Don't Close Mountain
EAT SHIT!
He Tian looked dumbfounded at his screen before his usual wit kicked in like loose brumbies on steroids.
-00:58-
You
Did my little Mo have naughty dream~?
You
Describe it to brother~
read 00:58
Mo Guanshan sent no reply and nothing less than pure elation filled He Tian when he realised he was certainly right. 'The night was young', the brunet told himself as he whipped himself out of bed and put the door in a matter of few minutes.
He would show Mo Guanshan exactly what that youth felt like.
—
Mo Guanshan's face burned like a house on fire as he read He Tian's reply. Of course the other boy's first thought would go in that dirty direction and of course Mo Guanshan would be unfortunate enough to have it be true. He cursed his hormones, the gods and the He ancestors as far back as possible. Why must he be so unlucky? He cursed whatever fuck up of a past life Mo too, just for good measure.
Foolishly, after a few more minutes of radio silence from demon He Tian, he thought he was safe for tonight so he laid back down, trying to think of kittens and rainbows only.
Fifteen more and Mo Guanshan's heart settled back into normal rythym finally, just as his little one had done the same. Curled up in his sheets, he tried to count sheep. The residue of red on his cheeks would not leave so quickly but Mo Guanshan blamed that on the warm midsummer night air wafting through his open window and into his room. He shut his eyes and prayed to all the merciful gods above for a peaceful rest, completely free of demonic entities resembling bare high-school boys.
Yet it seemed gods knew no mercy as his doorbell rung out as jolly as a cynical funeral march: Mo Guanshan knew what to expect at this point. There was no pretending to be alseep, and no hoping He Tian would leave his stoop. Granted, Mo's mother was working a night so in reality he could probably just ignore the other and leave him to sleep on his doorstep — still, Mo really did not enjoy the idea of homelessness from neighbours' complaints.
Dragging himself out of bed, Mo wondered if his shaking legs would even get his body to the door. Nonetheless, he reminded himself that the faster he shut down whatever perverted fantasies the the devil of a boy had, the faster Mo could go back to sleep. He begrudgingly forced himself to walk the short way to his entry and most probable end.
He Tian, of course, was leaning on his doorframe as Mo Guanshan wretched it open with a scowl. The tall boy had a poisonous smirk on his face and wasted no time in manhandling his way inside, ignoring Mo's whisper-shouts of 'unwelcome guests'. He shut the door behind himself, like he owned the house, and the hair on the back of Mo Guanshan's neck stood up straight at the realisation of the coming danger he had willingly — and stupidly — placed himself in. He Tian smiled like wolf bearing its teeth before its prey: hungry, wild and oh-so ready to consume.
'Fuck', Mo Guanshan so eloquently thought.
"Little Mo, tell me what you were dreaming about." He Tian's canine sharply shined in the light from the moon. He reached for Mo's hands — raised in front of his head like he could really fight off He Tian and his impure plans — and yanked him closer. Dropped his neck to place his wet lips next to Mo's ear and said lowly,
"Don't make me force it out of you~"
Mo shivered at the hard edge and shitty attempt at usual mocking taunt.
"Who said I was dreaming about you, fucking perverted chicken dick!" Mo forced out and He Tian bit his ear. Redder than should be humanly possible, Mo tried to yank his head away but couldn't get far, trapped in He Tian arms. Yet the brunet allowed him enough room to try and struggle away and Mo unknowingly brought himself to the wall of his entryway and right into He Tian's game plan. He was now up against the wall with Tian, ever so all-encompassing, keeping him there. An arm against Mo's chest and a grip on Mo's chin. 'FUCK', Mo thought again, but also didn't, because he yelled it right into He Tian's face. Neighbours to shit, Mo Guanshan's life was in danger here.
He Tian chuckled, "I never said anything about me."
Mo Guanshan's gut dropped so aggressively, Mo thought the rest of him would drop with it. But as it unfortunately didn't, the next course of action was to thrash around wildly like an insane person — and who was Mo kidding, he was nothing less of that at this point. He landed at cheapshot on He Tian's nuts and the other boy faulted a second long enough for Mo Guanshan to dash for safety.
Running for his life down the hallway, Mo felt like a mouse with a cat on his tail. That cat being He Tian, who was more like a black panther and gaining speed on him quickly. Tripping into his room, Mo Guanshan spun around to find He Tian and a wild smirk right in front of him. They both toppled onto Mo bed, He Tian sandwiching him against the mattress, both huffing like maniacs.
"I wasn't kidding earlier Momo~"
"YOU FUCKING PERV-"
He Tian ground his hip's against Mo's and all Mo's words died in his throat as he redirected all his willpower to shutting down the noise that was attempting to escape his throat. His head flung back, eyes squeezed shut, and he grabbed the shirt fabric covering He Tian's waist — Mo's hands stalled as it seemed they couldn't decided whether to push the brunet away or betray all better judgement and pull him closer.
Noticing Mo's confliction, He Tian redirected his weight to a forearm bracketing Mo Guanshan's head and ran his freehand through the short red strands on his head; flattening them down like one would a dog.
"I won't do anything Shan Shan doesn't want me to do, I follow your every order~" He Tian crooned, too close to Mo's own lips for any room for sanity. He Tian bit at his chin and begun to trial kisses and nips to his neck, Mo's hand flew up to grip the black hair of the head nearing far too close to his jugular — yet, he didn't it pull away, only tightening his hold. He Tian groaned into his skin and somehow Mo Guanshan managed to burn four shades redder. The redhead pulled one of his legs up, hoping to gain some breathing room for his growing problem, only to have He Tian pull his hand from Mo's hair and push the other leg up and out along with it.
Mo couldn't hold back the noise he let out this time.
In some feeble attempt to distract He Tian from what Mo knew he could feel, he shakily started talking ('shit had already hit the fan, there's nothing that could be done now', Mo's poor judgement reasoned),
"You! I dreamt about you, okay!"
He Tian finally stopped his ministrations on Mo Guanshan's neck and pulled his hand from Mo's thigh and to his chin to pull it down to meet their eyes. More unwelcome warmth pooled in Mo's gut as his noticed He Tian's own checks were rosy, pupil's blown like they were in that god-forsaken dream. Mo Guanshan let out a shaking breath.
"Go on," was all He Tian smirked.
"Y-you were in here," 'mmm' He Tian replied, scarily getting closer.
"You...you t-took off your clothes..." Mo shut his eyes again to save himself the reckoning look that he knew had befallen He Tian's face in response. They were both silent for a moment, save their heavy breathing. Motionless, save a hardening from He Tian against his thigh.
Abruptly He Tian sat up, not wanting to be laying below He Tian, flushed and sweaty like he knew he was, Mo Guanshan followed him up. He Tian ripped his shirt up and off over his head and went for his pants to most likely follow in tune like the psychopath he was. Frightened, Mo's hands shot out to grab He Tian's wrists and hold them there. 'Too much, too fast', Mo's brain supplied unnecessarily. Yet He Tian didn't struggle against Mo for once, simply rejoining his gaze with Mo's, brow raised and eye's overwhelmingly filthy in their connotations.
"Mo, let me kiss you." He Tian ordered yet Mo Guanshan for all his perfect stupidity knew that it was a question. Sure He Tian pushed his way through the door, chased Mo down his hall, pinned him against his bed and most likely littered his neck with awful red marks that Mo was going to have to figure out how to cover. Yet somehow, he knew Tian was serious when he said he'd follow his every order. At this point, he was probably a masochist — attracted to nothing shy of world-ending chaos and unimaginable pain — yet, a quiet voice in the back of his mind said it was okay. Said it would be nice for a while as it lasted. Said that he could let this boy take him apart because he knew he had the means to put him back together and, at that, the world would not go up in flames. His skin would not melt from his bones.
He shoved He Tian around to switch their positions, the brunet beneath him and Mo straddling his hips; so careful to hover just enough above him. 'Gods', Mo thought, 'I have truely and finally lost it'. He Tian, shirtless and waiting below him smiled, loose and lazy. By some unwarranted and god-forsaken confidence, Mo let himself look at the expanse of warm skin below him. Crisp muscles and smooth flesh. Possessed, Mo let himself trace his hands over them lightly, shyly: hard but soft. Dangerous but inviting.
He Tian let him take his fill, explore the new terrain gifted to him and for once taken. Though as the saying goes, a leopard never changes his spots: He Tian grew impatient. He lifted himself up onto one elbow, his other hand lifted up to cup the side of Mo's neck. He Tian let his own tilt to the side as he hummed — eyes trained on Mo's lips like there was nothing else in the world to possible see.
"You haven't answered Momo~"
Mo growled out, "Hurry up."
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