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Xue Yang's eyes narrow, but he doesn't otherwise seem to react right away. His jacket is still off from before so he moves forward to put the two of them within arm's reach, giving Wei Wuxian all the access he needs.
That's when he suddenly reaches out to try to grab Wei Wuxian by the jaw so he can lean in and study his face closer. ]
Fine. Who are you? Since you want me to ask so bad.
[ He really doesn't know who this is. He doesn't recognize their appearance, and their attitude is just as unfamiliar. Is this guy like that Julieta woman, someone who somehow knows him without him having ever met them? He'd have no hesitation talking about the Chang Clan with someone he met here, so it's not like this person needs to know him from back where he's from. ]
[ He's not expecting his jaw to be grabbed and jerks back instinctively, but Xue Yang's grip is too firm for him to pull away and so, he's pulled in. At the same time, his hands land on Xue Yang's chest, just pressing against him for now because his mind is whirring and he's trying to think of any route to safety right now.
He's kind of trapped himself, hasn't he?
Okay, okay. Time to give up the gambit and just see what happens. Pull the trigger. Do the thing. He squirms a little, looking away from Xue Yang for a moment before back to him, sighing. ]
Wei Wuxian. I'm Wei Wuxian.
[ And now he waits to see if Xue Yang has a reaction to that name or not. This is really the worst predicament he could've put himself in, he realizes. He sure fucking hopes he survives this. ]
[ A reaction there is. Xue Yang's pupils immediately dilate at the name as he looks the face over a second time.
Jin Guangyao, rather intentionally (though much to Xue Yang's dismay), had kept Xue Yang solidly separated from actually meeting Wei Wuxian. He'd sneaked a few glimpses of him from across courtyards or adjacent buildings those few times they'd both been at Jinlintai, but it was never long enough to study him, and certainly never close enough to hold a conversation. He knew all about him; of course he did; he'd deeply studied his techniques in life and his notes in death. Jin Guangyao delivered any scrap of information that might have proved useful for whatever Xue Yang was tinkering with at the time.
But he couldn't claim he'd ever be able to recognize Wei Wuxian's face. ]
Prove it.
[ Despite the bite in the words there's excitement in his voice; a hint of something that he can't suppress betraying that he wants it to be true. How would Wei Wuxian prove it? That's not Xue Yang's problem. Wei Wuxian is clever, clever enough that if this is truly him he'd surely be able to come up with something. This is definitely not at all an unreasonable expectation on Xue Yang's part. ]
[ Prove it, he says, and Wei Wuxian lets out a very put upon sigh because god, this is just like him to ask Wei Wuxian to prove it, isn't it? Everyone thinks he can do such crazy feats of magic and he is!! Just!! Some guy!! But fine, he knows well enough to know there's one thing he can do to probably prove it. He just hopes it's enough for Xue Yang to believe him.
So, he whistles. It's a low, steady melody, simple even, and after he's done it seems like nothing might happen. But eventually, there's a few gasps from the people around them, a flickering lightbulb above them, and the dark wisp of a ghost that envelops them. The features of it aren't distinct, but the ghostly hands that extend from the black wisp reach out for Wei Wuxian and pull him back sharply from Xue Yang's grip, forcing the other man to let him go in the process.
The ghost picks up Wei Wuxian gently then and sets him back on his seat, easy as it pleases. It lingers for a moment, a faint ghostly giggle that sounds so faraway and Wei Wuxian doesn't seem to be surprised by any of this. ]
Thank you, you can go now.
[ And then more laughter before the dark wisp disappears, leaving them back in the brightly lit gambling hall once again. The light above them stops flickering.
Wei Wuxian takes a moment to straighten his clothes and then looks at Xue Yang. ]
[ Honestly, the ghost doesn't even need to appear for it to be enough.
Almost every demonic cultivator uses a flute, and it's for a very simple reason: they have no goddamn clue what they're doing. When Wei Wuxian appeared he turned the cultivation world on its head with Chenqing, and dozens of cultivators looking to follow in his footsteps sought to imitate his techniques. They took up the flute and copied his playing, and a few of them even managed a bit of success with it. But that was all the were doing: copying. If they tried something other than a flute they failed, and if they tried a different song, they failed.
This noise? This tune, whistled with purpose? This is not a copycat technique. As one of the few people who understands the fundamentals that Wei Wuxian was the first to uncover, Xue Yang is immediately certain that this is someone with mastery of those fundamentals.
If this isn't Wei Wuxian, then there's a third person in the same tier as the two of them.
Xue Yang watches as resentful energy is bent and commands, and a ghost obeys its call dutifully. It's not exactly the form he recognizes, but he's long gotten used to things being different here, ghosts included. He watches, gaze intense enough to burn through as he takes in every detail of the resulting movement. At the question his expression breaks into a grin wide enough to split his face, prominent canines revealing themselves. There's no Jin Guangyao around to interfere. ]
The Yin Tiger Tally. How did you refine it?
[ He's all but forgotten about their game of dirty dice for the moment. ]
[ Honestly, it doesn't make much sense to Wei Wuxian. The desire people have to copy him, to take his work and do more with it. It's all just... stuff to him, not work of renown or something worthy of worship. All his copycats are just that, copycats. He's proud of his skill, knows he's better than Xue Chonghai and Wen Ruohan or any of the other demonic cultivators out there.
But he's also not looking to take on disciples, to teach people what he's learned and to spread his work. His cultivation was an act of necessity, not a desire for power. He'd much rather be known for his more helpful inventions, like the Compass of Ill Winds, perhaps. Something like that.
So, when Xue Yang immediately asks him about the Yin Tiger Tally, Wei Wuxian makes a face. No, don't like that. ]
Sorry, kid, that's a secret I'm taking to my grave.
[ Hm. Wait. ]
— Which doesn't mean you're allowed to kill me for it. My ghost isn't giving up the details either.
Yeah, I know. You already did. [ Quick pause. ] Did you know your demonic cultivation kills you? [ Anyway, moving on. Anyone who deals with demonic cultivation knows that it will probably be the death of them sooner rather than later; Wei Wuxian shouldn't be too surprised, right?
The more Xue Yang talks the more animated he gets, clearly eager to finally get the chance to talk shop (and with his idol of all people). ]
I've already figured out most of how it works. It harnesses the yin energy that's seeped into the earth from battles and wars to raise fierce corpses without the user needing to channel any resentful energy themselves, right? And then it uses the collective consciousness of a tally to assert mass control and raise aggression. Anyone can use it because its two halves each serve as the other's master, so as long as they're together it'll activate.
The metal it's forged from has strong yin properties, but there's something particular in the refining process that made the Yin Tiger Tally even more powerful than normal. That part is all you need to tell me.
[ His demonic cultivation kills him? No, he kills him! It was suicide! Though, eh, okay, maybe it was the demonic cultivation that led him there so Xue Yang isn't exactly wrong...
Unless he means in general? That he'll eventually die again because of it? Wei Wuxian just gives him a narrow eyed look and tries to figure it out. ]
Alright.
[ Aaaanyway. Moving on, yes! He listens to the guy babble a bit and feels a little sick to his stomach because yes, that's all... correct. And he knew that Xue Yang was smart about these kind of things already but, like, fml.
Wei Wuxian sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose tiredly. ]
Good job, I guess. For figuring out that much. [ Ugh. ] But I'm not helping you the rest of the way. The Yin Tiger Tally shouldn't have even been created in the first place, better to leave it in the past than drag it to the present.
[ He McFucked up making that thing and he's not going to let Xue Yang of all people change his mind on this. ]
No, you will. [ The reply is straightforward. Not insistent, not argumentative, just a simple statement of a fact. ] It's just the refining process. You'll tell me that much.
[ Why is he so confident? Because that's how he is. ]
I'll tell you what I've been working on, too. There aren't many corpses here to experiment with but there's lots of ghosts, and other materials too. I've already found some things that work differently in this place.
[ Oh, that. He doesn't like that. God damnit, this is why he doesn't like you, Xue Yang!
And what's annoying is, he wants to know what he's been working on to both know if he has to stop him and see what he could possibly do with so many ghosts and other materials to work with.
But if he asks, then he'll owe Xue Yang an answer so he just — ]
[ Xue Yang's eyes narrow, and after a moment he moves in closer to Wei Wuxian again, closing some of the distance the ghost earlier put between them. He grins. ]
I know you're curious, though. You didn't hesitate at all to use demonic cultivation again. I've seen all of your notes, Senior Wei. You and I are alike. There may look like there's a lot to do here but it's all really empty. You'll get bored of what they want you to do soon enough, and then you'll start tinkering again because you can't help it.
[ WHY'D YOU HAVE TO CALL HIM OUT LIKE THAT......... Wei Wuxian leans back slightly when Xue Yang gets in his space and he frowns. This guy... agh... he hates their similarities, he truly hates it. ]
Then... I guess you'll have to wait until I get bored again, huh?
[ Seen all his notes, huh? Fucking Jin Guangyao, he would make sure you get killed a second time if he could. ]
[ Well not all of them but all the ones that still exist. Presumably. His good friend and benefactor would definitely not hold out on him, right? Right.
Xue Yang gives a chuckle at that. ]
Guess so. I can be patient when I have to be.
[ It's when he doesn't have to be that one needs to worry.
Xue Yang doesn't know if the earlier touch counts as "fondle" nor does he really care. If Wei Wuxian needs a bit of time to make him spill, Xue Yang has distractions to tide himself over with. He grabs the dice again and casually tosses them, and it seems his next distraction is...
SUCK NIPPLE
Again. ]
Well that's stupid.
[ But he's going for it, zeroing in on the nipple that he previously left unattended. Because if he's doing this a second time he might as well make something different about it. ]
But man, that sure sounds like a threat and Wei Wuxian is kind of distracted by it that he doesn't notice Xue Yang's tossed the dice again until he hears his voice. He blinks and furrows his brow before — oh! Okay! That's Xue Yang in his space and... sucking his nipple!
Ahhh! He is so sensitive and ticklish. There is more squirming there and he covers his face with a hand as it goes pink. ]
Xue Yang continues to work, and if he has any consideration for how much it's making Wei Wuxian squirm it's only to make sure he's squirming more. He's annoyed, but even when frustrated Xue Yang knows that sometimes it's better to bide his time if the reward is worth it. And this reward--the last secrets of the Yin Tiger Tally that he spent years trying to unravel--is very worth it.
So instead of lashing out he toes the line, staying within the bounds of the dice but getting all he can out of it while still ostensibly playing along. He sucks decadently, breaking the sensations up with licks and even the graze of teeth, but making sure to lavish attention without relent. He isn't even touching anywhere else on Wei Wuxian, as easy as it would be to caress his stomach, brush against his legs, or even cop a feel. If this is how sensitive he is he'll probably come the moment a hand is on his cock anyway, and Xue Yang has one more dice roll left to go.
If Wei Wuxian thinks the dice are mean, he's in for quite the shock. ]
[ Wei Wuxian decides then that he has to lose this game, if only to escape Xue Yang's clutches and catch his breath somewhere else. He really thought this'd be fun and the competitive part of him definitely wanted to see how far he could go. But now, as Xue Yang completely ravishes his nipple, he thinks defeat is better than any other option here right now. He keeps squirming, torn between pressing more into that mouth and pushing Xue Yang away. This is... ah... this is so much!
Choppy breathing and soft pants leave Wei Wuxian as Xue Yang continues his ministrations. His hands clutch the chair he's sitting on, knuckles turning white with how hard his hands clench around it. Goodness gracious! What is he supposed to do! There is something of a whine that leaves his throat and has him covering his mouth with one of his hands immediately, eyes screwed shut as he ignores the arousal in his gut.
[ He has him pinned. He definitely has him pinned. Xue Yang isn't sure why Wei Wuxian is so vulnerable to this sort of thing but complaining about it is the last thing on his mind. He has no reason to think seduction will get what he wants out of him so that's not his goal; at this point he wants the win, and he wants Wei Wuxian to be unable to ignore him going forward for as long as they're both here.
So as Wei Wuxian continues to struggle beneath him Xue Yang reaches for the dice again--they're positioned awkwardly, but still barely within reach--and drops them closer on the table.
It takes several seconds before he manages to glance over to see what they've landed on, and then he's wasting no time starting to work on getting Wei Wuxian's pants off. LICK THIGH is certainly not the worst reason he could be trying to strip him, but any stripping at all is probably not exactly welcome. ]
[ NOT... HIS PANTS.......... Wei Wuxian's eyes fly open as he feels Xue Yang start to reach for his pants and immediately, without hesitation, he's slapping his hands away with a yelp. ]
What are you doing—?!
[ But then his eyes glance over at the dice and right, okay. He's playing the game. The game that Wei Wuxian is definitely giving up on now because he's overwhelmed and embarrassed and also hard?! He hates that he's hard, this sucks. He's never going to live this down. ]
Don't — don't take off my pants. I forfeit! I give up! You win, alright?! You totally win and I lose and it's fine, you don't have to lick my thigh.
[ Just going to tug up his pants the bit that Xue Yang was able to get down and button them back up, face pink all over and unable to meet Xue Yang's eyes. This is so embarrassing... ]
[ At the forfeit Xue Yang lets up, sitting back triumphantly as he watches Wei Wuxian fix his clothes back in place. He has no issue keeping eye contact, or at least doing his half of it.
His face was far too close for him to not notice Wei Wuxian had gotten hard, and he chuckles at Wei Wuxian's blushing. ]
That wasn't even a challenge. You're gonna need to get better at this than that to survive here.
Hey, if I actually licked you would that have been enough to get you to come?
[ This is the worst. He can see the flash of loser on his watch as the game registers his loss and is a little put out by it but alas, nothing to be done! Better than to have Xue Yang licking his thigh. Fuck's sake. ]
No!
[ Immediate, upset denial. The audacity! He would not come that easily... he thinks. Shit. ]
This body just hasn't done much before. It's not a big deal! I'll get plenty of experience here and be back to normal in no time!
[ Not that... he had barely any experience before in his last body. But no one needs to know that! As far as anyone is concerned, Wei Wuxian was a casanova and that's the story he's sticking with. Yep!
A pause and then he jabs a finger in Xue Yang's direction, meeting his eyes now as he narrows them at him. ]
We are not having sex while I'm here, Xue Yang.
[ Just making that abundantly clear. He will not be able to look Lan Wangji or anyone else in the eye ever again if he ends up in a risque situation with Xue Yang while here. He's gotta be better than that! ]
[ Xue Yang gives a snort and a slight eye roll at that. Wei Wuxian can say he's not going to fuck whomever but whether he can actually keep to that (or will want to) is anyone's guess. Xue Yang has no particular drive to fuck him beyond proving himself to the only person he considers on or above his level, but it's not that he wouldn't either. ]
Yeah? Bet you wouldn't have possessed a virgin if you knew you'd end up here.
We'll see who you end up fucking and if you just find them boring.
[ Wei Wuxian is probably into some really kinky shit. ]
[ There's a shake of his head here, insistent. Not about the sex part though. ]
I'm not possessing anyone. This body was sacrificed to me, it's my body completely now.
[ So like, there. He didn't choose the virgin, the virgin chose him!
But he does give a slight frown at the next part because... well. No, yeah, he is into some kinky shit. He can't even pretend to be vanilla. But no!! He won't get bored!!! Not bored enough to fuck Xue Yang!! ]
I'm sure there are plenty of interesting people here to fuck. Don't worry about me.
[ Well, of course Wei Wuxian knows the requirements. It's his ritual, after all. So, when he talks about it, it's a little breezily, like none of this matters in the first place and they're talking about the weather. ]
Eh, it's nothing too complicated. It's called "Sacrifice" since the person who performs it has to sacrifice themselves to the spirit they call. They give up their body and their life and in exchange, the spirit has to adhere to their last wishes or they'll be destroyed, never to reincarnate. It's kind of a last ditch thing, no one's that desperate to use it. Usually.
[ Unless you're Mo Xuanyu.
Then there's a pause and he remembers who he's talking to, immediately narrowing his eyes at Xue Yang. ]
For the record, you can't force someone to do it for you either. It's a contract between a spirit and the sacrifice. A third party getting involved would mess it all up.
[ That look in Xue Yang's eyes absolutely says "you can't force someone? We'll see about that." ]
A contract, huh? So it takes the resentful energy of the one performing the ritual and uses that as a beacon, or a tether--is it both? Binding the captured spirit to the world of the living using the same principle as a ghost, but there's a still-living body ready to hold it instead of the corpse of its original body. So all the ritual itself needs to do is summon the soul and align it to the body. Forcing the soul to do the sacrifice's bidding is obvious; unsettled resentful energy on that scale would collapse into qi deviation if left inside something living for too long.
So the obvious problem with using someone else as a sacrifice would be how to plant resentful energy for the ritual. Forcing it in on that scale would normally trigger a deviation before you'd have enough for a summoning. Even if it didn't there's a risk external energy wouldn't be sufficient to bind the soul. Maybe you can force someone to cultivate in an environment that steadily raises their resentful energy. Then you just need to make them share your goal so it gets passed along as their will. What do you think?
[ From one scientifically-curious demonic cultivator to another ]
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Xue Yang's eyes narrow, but he doesn't otherwise seem to react right away. His jacket is still off from before so he moves forward to put the two of them within arm's reach, giving Wei Wuxian all the access he needs.
That's when he suddenly reaches out to try to grab Wei Wuxian by the jaw so he can lean in and study his face closer. ]
Fine. Who are you? Since you want me to ask so bad.
[ He really doesn't know who this is. He doesn't recognize their appearance, and their attitude is just as unfamiliar. Is this guy like that Julieta woman, someone who somehow knows him without him having ever met them? He'd have no hesitation talking about the Chang Clan with someone he met here, so it's not like this person needs to know him from back where he's from. ]
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He's kind of trapped himself, hasn't he?
Okay, okay. Time to give up the gambit and just see what happens. Pull the trigger. Do the thing. He squirms a little, looking away from Xue Yang for a moment before back to him, sighing. ]
Wei Wuxian. I'm Wei Wuxian.
[ And now he waits to see if Xue Yang has a reaction to that name or not. This is really the worst predicament he could've put himself in, he realizes. He sure fucking hopes he survives this. ]
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Jin Guangyao, rather intentionally (though much to Xue Yang's dismay), had kept Xue Yang solidly separated from actually meeting Wei Wuxian. He'd sneaked a few glimpses of him from across courtyards or adjacent buildings those few times they'd both been at Jinlintai, but it was never long enough to study him, and certainly never close enough to hold a conversation. He knew all about him; of course he did; he'd deeply studied his techniques in life and his notes in death. Jin Guangyao delivered any scrap of information that might have proved useful for whatever Xue Yang was tinkering with at the time.
But he couldn't claim he'd ever be able to recognize Wei Wuxian's face. ]
Prove it.
[ Despite the bite in the words there's excitement in his voice; a hint of something that he can't suppress betraying that he wants it to be true. How would Wei Wuxian prove it? That's not Xue Yang's problem. Wei Wuxian is clever, clever enough that if this is truly him he'd surely be able to come up with something. This is definitely not at all an unreasonable expectation on Xue Yang's part. ]
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So, he whistles. It's a low, steady melody, simple even, and after he's done it seems like nothing might happen. But eventually, there's a few gasps from the people around them, a flickering lightbulb above them, and the dark wisp of a ghost that envelops them. The features of it aren't distinct, but the ghostly hands that extend from the black wisp reach out for Wei Wuxian and pull him back sharply from Xue Yang's grip, forcing the other man to let him go in the process.
The ghost picks up Wei Wuxian gently then and sets him back on his seat, easy as it pleases. It lingers for a moment, a faint ghostly giggle that sounds so faraway and Wei Wuxian doesn't seem to be surprised by any of this. ]
Thank you, you can go now.
[ And then more laughter before the dark wisp disappears, leaving them back in the brightly lit gambling hall once again. The light above them stops flickering.
Wei Wuxian takes a moment to straighten his clothes and then looks at Xue Yang. ]
Is that enough for you?
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Almost every demonic cultivator uses a flute, and it's for a very simple reason: they have no goddamn clue what they're doing. When Wei Wuxian appeared he turned the cultivation world on its head with Chenqing, and dozens of cultivators looking to follow in his footsteps sought to imitate his techniques. They took up the flute and copied his playing, and a few of them even managed a bit of success with it. But that was all the were doing: copying. If they tried something other than a flute they failed, and if they tried a different song, they failed.
This noise? This tune, whistled with purpose? This is not a copycat technique. As one of the few people who understands the fundamentals that Wei Wuxian was the first to uncover, Xue Yang is immediately certain that this is someone with mastery of those fundamentals.
If this isn't Wei Wuxian, then there's a third person in the same tier as the two of them.
Xue Yang watches as resentful energy is bent and commands, and a ghost obeys its call dutifully. It's not exactly the form he recognizes, but he's long gotten used to things being different here, ghosts included. He watches, gaze intense enough to burn through as he takes in every detail of the resulting movement. At the question his expression breaks into a grin wide enough to split his face, prominent canines revealing themselves. There's no Jin Guangyao around to interfere. ]
The Yin Tiger Tally. How did you refine it?
[ He's all but forgotten about their game of dirty dice for the moment. ]
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But he's also not looking to take on disciples, to teach people what he's learned and to spread his work. His cultivation was an act of necessity, not a desire for power. He'd much rather be known for his more helpful inventions, like the Compass of Ill Winds, perhaps. Something like that.
So, when Xue Yang immediately asks him about the Yin Tiger Tally, Wei Wuxian makes a face. No, don't like that. ]
Sorry, kid, that's a secret I'm taking to my grave.
[ Hm. Wait. ]
— Which doesn't mean you're allowed to kill me for it. My ghost isn't giving up the details either.
makes up a bunch of stuff lol
The more Xue Yang talks the more animated he gets, clearly eager to finally get the chance to talk shop (and with his idol of all people). ]
I've already figured out most of how it works. It harnesses the yin energy that's seeped into the earth from battles and wars to raise fierce corpses without the user needing to channel any resentful energy themselves, right? And then it uses the collective consciousness of a tally to assert mass control and raise aggression. Anyone can use it because its two halves each serve as the other's master, so as long as they're together it'll activate.
The metal it's forged from has strong yin properties, but there's something particular in the refining process that made the Yin Tiger Tally even more powerful than normal. That part is all you need to tell me.
[ Look at how much he already knows! :D ]
fair bc it's not like we'll ever know
Unless he means in general? That he'll eventually die again because of it? Wei Wuxian just gives him a narrow eyed look and tries to figure it out. ]
Alright.
[ Aaaanyway. Moving on, yes! He listens to the guy babble a bit and feels a little sick to his stomach because yes, that's all... correct. And he knew that Xue Yang was smart about these kind of things already but, like, fml.
Wei Wuxian sighs and rubs at the bridge of his nose tiredly. ]
Good job, I guess. For figuring out that much. [ Ugh. ] But I'm not helping you the rest of the way. The Yin Tiger Tally shouldn't have even been created in the first place, better to leave it in the past than drag it to the present.
[ He McFucked up making that thing and he's not going to let Xue Yang of all people change his mind on this. ]
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[ Why is he so confident? Because that's how he is. ]
I'll tell you what I've been working on, too. There aren't many corpses here to experiment with but there's lots of ghosts, and other materials too. I've already found some things that work differently in this place.
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And what's annoying is, he wants to know what he's been working on to both know if he has to stop him and see what he could possibly do with so many ghosts and other materials to work with.
But if he asks, then he'll owe Xue Yang an answer so he just — ]
Mm, okay. Well, good luck with all that.
[ He's not going to be your teacher!! ]
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I know you're curious, though. You didn't hesitate at all to use demonic cultivation again. I've seen all of your notes, Senior Wei. You and I are alike. There may look like there's a lot to do here but it's all really empty. You'll get bored of what they want you to do soon enough, and then you'll start tinkering again because you can't help it.
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Then... I guess you'll have to wait until I get bored again, huh?
[ Seen all his notes, huh? Fucking Jin Guangyao, he would make sure you get killed a second time if he could. ]
rng why
Xue Yang gives a chuckle at that. ]
Guess so. I can be patient when I have to be.
[ It's when he doesn't have to be that one needs to worry.
Xue Yang doesn't know if the earlier touch counts as "fondle" nor does he really care. If Wei Wuxian needs a bit of time to make him spill, Xue Yang has distractions to tide himself over with. He grabs the dice again and casually tosses them, and it seems his next distraction is...
SUCK
NIPPLE
Again. ]
Well that's stupid.
[ But he's going for it, zeroing in on the nipple that he previously left unattended. Because if he's doing this a second time he might as well make something different about it. ]
oh my GOD
But man, that sure sounds like a threat and Wei Wuxian is kind of distracted by it that he doesn't notice Xue Yang's tossed the dice again until he hears his voice. He blinks and furrows his brow before — oh! Okay! That's Xue Yang in his space and... sucking his nipple!
Ahhh! He is so sensitive and ticklish. There is more squirming there and he covers his face with a hand as it goes pink. ]
Hah... the dice sure are mean today!
[ Crap, this is too much for him. ]
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Xue Yang continues to work, and if he has any consideration for how much it's making Wei Wuxian squirm it's only to make sure he's squirming more. He's annoyed, but even when frustrated Xue Yang knows that sometimes it's better to bide his time if the reward is worth it. And this reward--the last secrets of the Yin Tiger Tally that he spent years trying to unravel--is very worth it.
So instead of lashing out he toes the line, staying within the bounds of the dice but getting all he can out of it while still ostensibly playing along. He sucks decadently, breaking the sensations up with licks and even the graze of teeth, but making sure to lavish attention without relent. He isn't even touching anywhere else on Wei Wuxian, as easy as it would be to caress his stomach, brush against his legs, or even cop a feel. If this is how sensitive he is he'll probably come the moment a hand is on his cock anyway, and Xue Yang has one more dice roll left to go.
If Wei Wuxian thinks the dice are mean, he's in for quite the shock. ]
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Choppy breathing and soft pants leave Wei Wuxian as Xue Yang continues his ministrations. His hands clutch the chair he's sitting on, knuckles turning white with how hard his hands clench around it. Goodness gracious! What is he supposed to do! There is something of a whine that leaves his throat and has him covering his mouth with one of his hands immediately, eyes screwed shut as he ignores the arousal in his gut.
Stupid... game... stupid... oversensitive body... stupid Mo Xuanyu... stupid stupid stupid...! ]
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So as Wei Wuxian continues to struggle beneath him Xue Yang reaches for the dice again--they're positioned awkwardly, but still barely within reach--and drops them closer on the table.
It takes several seconds before he manages to glance over to see what they've landed on, and then he's wasting no time starting to work on getting Wei Wuxian's pants off. LICK THIGH is certainly not the worst reason he could be trying to strip him, but any stripping at all is probably not exactly welcome. ]
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What are you doing—?!
[ But then his eyes glance over at the dice and right, okay. He's playing the game. The game that Wei Wuxian is definitely giving up on now because he's overwhelmed and embarrassed and also hard?! He hates that he's hard, this sucks. He's never going to live this down. ]
Don't — don't take off my pants. I forfeit! I give up! You win, alright?! You totally win and I lose and it's fine, you don't have to lick my thigh.
[ Just going to tug up his pants the bit that Xue Yang was able to get down and button them back up, face pink all over and unable to meet Xue Yang's eyes. This is so embarrassing... ]
Geez, so competitive...!
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His face was far too close for him to not notice Wei Wuxian had gotten hard, and he chuckles at Wei Wuxian's blushing. ]
That wasn't even a challenge. You're gonna need to get better at this than that to survive here.
Hey, if I actually licked you would that have been enough to get you to come?
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No!
[ Immediate, upset denial. The audacity! He would not come that easily... he thinks. Shit. ]
This body just hasn't done much before. It's not a big deal! I'll get plenty of experience here and be back to normal in no time!
[ Not that... he had barely any experience before in his last body. But no one needs to know that! As far as anyone is concerned, Wei Wuxian was a casanova and that's the story he's sticking with. Yep!
A pause and then he jabs a finger in Xue Yang's direction, meeting his eyes now as he narrows them at him. ]
We are not having sex while I'm here, Xue Yang.
[ Just making that abundantly clear. He will not be able to look Lan Wangji or anyone else in the eye ever again if he ends up in a risque situation with Xue Yang while here. He's gotta be better than that! ]
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Yeah? Bet you wouldn't have possessed a virgin if you knew you'd end up here.
We'll see who you end up fucking and if you just find them boring.
[ Wei Wuxian is probably into some really kinky shit. ]
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I'm not possessing anyone. This body was sacrificed to me, it's my body completely now.
[ So like, there. He didn't choose the virgin, the virgin chose him!
But he does give a slight frown at the next part because... well. No, yeah, he is into some kinky shit. He can't even pretend to be vanilla. But no!! He won't get bored!!! Not bored enough to fuck Xue Yang!! ]
I'm sure there are plenty of interesting people here to fuck. Don't worry about me.
where was my notif, dw!!!!
[ That catches Xue Yang's interest, and he's leaning in a bit closer once more, this time to study Wei Wuxian's face. ]
There's a ritual like that? Does it work with any dead soul? What are the requirements?
[ A certain someone stealing that particular set of notes before Jin Guangyao found them means Xue Yang hasn't seen them. ]
wow dw trying to cockblock us
Eh, it's nothing too complicated. It's called "Sacrifice" since the person who performs it has to sacrifice themselves to the spirit they call. They give up their body and their life and in exchange, the spirit has to adhere to their last wishes or they'll be destroyed, never to reincarnate. It's kind of a last ditch thing, no one's that desperate to use it. Usually.
[ Unless you're Mo Xuanyu.
Then there's a pause and he remembers who he's talking to, immediately narrowing his eyes at Xue Yang. ]
For the record, you can't force someone to do it for you either. It's a contract between a spirit and the sacrifice. A third party getting involved would mess it all up.
indeed 😔
A contract, huh? So it takes the resentful energy of the one performing the ritual and uses that as a beacon, or a tether--is it both? Binding the captured spirit to the world of the living using the same principle as a ghost, but there's a still-living body ready to hold it instead of the corpse of its original body. So all the ritual itself needs to do is summon the soul and align it to the body. Forcing the soul to do the sacrifice's bidding is obvious; unsettled resentful energy on that scale would collapse into qi deviation if left inside something living for too long.
So the obvious problem with using someone else as a sacrifice would be how to plant resentful energy for the ritual. Forcing it in on that scale would normally trigger a deviation before you'd have enough for a summoning. Even if it didn't there's a risk external energy wouldn't be sufficient to bind the soul. Maybe you can force someone to cultivate in an environment that steadily raises their resentful energy. Then you just need to make them share your goal so it gets passed along as their will. What do you think?
[ From one scientifically-curious demonic cultivator to another ]
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