The Nine-tailed Fox wants his fire put out [+18]

Lan Tian levels Wu Yun with a searching look, while Wu Yun squirms around, trying and failing, to alleviate the southwards blood flow.

Wu Yun doesn't know how to explain the sudden heat overtaking him. It's not like anything particularly sensual was happening. Lan Tian has all of his clothes on, and if anything, his robes are even more severely fastened than usual.

"What's the antidote doing to you?" Lan Tian worries that Wu Yun's red face is the result of a fever, and places his cool palm against his neck, to check his temperature.

Wu Yun almost jumps out of his skin. The soft, innocent, touch is enough to set his blood running, and his heart pumping faster. He really wishes Lan Tian's hand had dipped straight inside his robe's neckline, and ripped both ends open. He wishes his lips had followed his hand, and that they were touching his heated skin right now, instead of twisted in a worried moue.

"It's, ah, it's making me..." Wu Yun debates whether to be honest about what he's experiencing. While it's mortifying, some good might come out of this and he might finally be able to kiss Lan Tian. "It's making me really want to kiss you."

That's not all the antidote makes him want to do. 

Lan Tian looks like he isn't sure he heard him right. "What?"

Wu Yun lets instinct guide him and climbs up into Lan Tian's lap, drapes his arms around his neck, and whispers against his skin. "I really want to kiss you, can I?"

He doesn't get an answer, but he doesn't get rejected either. Lan Tian seems to be having trouble processing Wu Yun's words, so he decides to help him along. 

He takes Lan Tian's face in his palms, and nuzzles against his neck, scenting his skin, and letting his sweet haitang smell envelope him. It only makes him grow more desperate, all of a sudden he wants to be sure if Lan Tian's skin tastes as sweet as it smells.

He licks a large strip from Lan Tian's jugular all the way up to the corner of his lips.

Lan Tian pulls his face away, a stunned look clouding his amber eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice sounds hoarse and Wu Yun thinks maybe that's a good sign.

"I'm trying to kiss you." He tries to take hold of Lan Tian's face again, but he restrains Wu Yun's wrists in his fists.

Wu Yun whines, low and needy. The kind of sound he would be mortified to hear himself make if his mind wasn't as warm and slow as syrup. 

"Let me kiss you, please," Wu Yun insists, starting to rub himself against Lan Tian, trying to feel the warmth of his skin through all the layers of his robes.

Frustratingly, Lan Tian isn't getting the message, and is neither kissing Wu Yun, nor getting out of his robes consumed by the same lust that's making Wu Yun burn from the inside out.

"This is just the antidote's side effect, you don't really want that." Lan Tian averts his eyes, not trusting himself to look into Wu Yun's blown pupils and red, spit slicked lips.

Wu Yun groans and tries to release his arms from Lan Tian's hold. "I mean it, I wanted to do it earlier, before Shu Luan interrupted us. I think I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."

He feels a shiver run through Lan Tian, who closes his eyes on a sharp intake of breath. "That's...I can't do it while you're like this, I don't know what's real."

Wu Yun whines again, low in his throat. Part of him understands what Lan Tian is saying, and the place of care and concern it comes from, but the part of him that's swimming in blood-boiling lust, wishes that just once, he wouldn't be such a nice person and just kiss him.

After kissing him, Lan Tian should rip all of his clothes off, and fuck Wu Yun right there on the stone floor, ignoring the soft bed a few cun away.

As soon as it crosses his mind, Wu Yun is inflamed by the thought. He wants it so much, so much, that it's driving him incensed with want.

He rocks himself back and forth on Lan Tian's lap, biting his lower lip while looking pleadingly into his eyes. "Don't you like me?"

Lan Tian let's out a sound like Wu Yun stuck a dagger in his ribs. "That's not the issue..."

Wu Yun takes advantage of Lan Tian's distraction and manages to free himself. "Then why..."

He doesn't get to finish his question, because a wave of heat so powerful crashes over him that he feels as if his skin is burning.

He starts tearing at his own robes, trying to get out of them, free himself of all the suffocating fabric as fast as possible.

Lan Tian tries to still his hands, to stop him from taking off his robes, but Wu Yun bats them away.

He manages to get halfway out of his robes, and hitch them over his thighs, but his fingers don't have enough coordination to allow him to untie the waist sash keeping them together.

Lan Tian's eyes are glued to Wu Yun's heaving chest, to the stuttering rise and fall of his peaked nipples and the droplets of perspiration dotting his skin like tiny gems. 

"I'm going to ask Master Cang for help," Lan Tian says, when he finally manages to get enough moisture in his mouth to speak.

Wu Yun moans and pulls him by the hand, shaking his head. "No, don't leave me. Stay with me."

The conflict is plain to see in Lan Tian's eyes. As much as he wants to put some distance between himself and Wu Yun in his current state, it also pains him to leave him while he begs him to stay.

"You're not well," Lan Tian says, trying to reason with him. He runs his fingers through Wu Yun's hair, who arches up into his touch.

Wu Yun's breath comes in harsh, laboured pants. His grasp on reason is beginning to slip, the only coherent thought on his mind is that Lan Tian's cool touch is the only thing that will soothe him.

"I can be well, if you fuck me," he says, looking at Lan Tian through lowered lashes, letting his mouth hang open around the word like a tease.

Lan Tian doesn't know if he's strong enough to continue to deny himself what he wants, while looking at Wu Yun in his current state. With his naked chest heaving from strain, smooth skin made slick by heat, and his legs spread open in blatant invitation.

He picks all the shreds of his fraying resolve and turns his back on Wu Yun. Facing the blank stone wall instead of the picture of temptation offering himself up to him.

Wu Yun tries to get up from the floor to take hold of Lan Tian's robes. Seeing him turn his back on him, feels like a slap. If he can't have anything else, he at least wants those amber eyes on him, heating up his skin everywhere their gaze falls. But his body isn't strong enough to hold himself up, and he can only fall back on the floor, with a dissatisfied moan.

"Even if you don't like me, you can fuck me, I know what to do, I saw it in my dreams. I'll be good, you'll enjoy it," Wu Yun says, allowing an edge of desperation to colour his plea. 

Lan Tian bites down on his lower lip so hard it draws blood. Wu Yun's words fill him with sorrow. Someone like him should never have to use such degrading words to beg for something that many would fall to his knees to give him. 

He can only hold fast to his conviction that Wu Yun isn't in his right state of mind. He's sure, that in his current condition, giving in to what Wu Yun is asking would be a terrible violation.

"I'm going to ask Master Cang for help, he'll know what to do," he manages one look at Wu Yun over his shoulder before leaving the room. 

The door closes behind Lan Tian with a harsh bang, and Wu Yun twists on himself, trying to get some relief for the heat burning in him.

He feels bereft now that Lan Tian has left him, and humiliated by his rejection. He knows he only has himself to blame, for cutting such a desperate figure, and throwing himself at Lan Tian when he was clearly uninterested.

The part of him that's not swimming in heated honey is dejected at being so summarily refused.

The part of him that's still burning, can't stop torturing him with the what ifs. What if Lan Tian didn't reject him, and instead fucked him like he begged him to? Would he be caring and attentive like Shu Luan was to Ling Yan, in his dreams? Would he fuck him mercilessly, and sate his desires in Wu Yun's body without any care or consideration?

How would it feel, to have Lan Tian moving inside of him, driving him ever closer to the blinding white pleasure that he only experienced secondhand through a dream of a memory that might as well belong to someone else?

He has a sudden recollection of Ling Yan touching his stomach, and telling Shu Luan in a breathy moan how far inside him he was. 

How far inside him will Lan Tian go? 

Desire consumes him. He moans brokenly with bone-deep yearning. He wants so much he thinks it will swallow him whole.

He has the faint impression of hearing the wooden door to the cave room creak open. 

Unfamiliar hands touch his neck and wrist. He tries to flinch away from them. They're not the hands he wants on him.

Cang Chuxi looks up at Lan Tian, from his crouched position over Wu Yun's body. "I don't think this is the antidote, I've never seen it having this effect."

Lan Tian hates that someone else is seeing Wu Yun in such a vulnerable and unguarded state. He feels the urge to take off his own robes and use them as a blanket to hide Wu Yun's body from Cang Chuxi's eyes.

"Do you think you can help him?" Lan Tian asks, looking at the pained frown between Wu Yun's sharp eyebrows and the feverish flutter of his full lashes with worry.

"I have something that will allow him to sleep, and alleviate the symptoms over the following hours, but it's likely that he'll experience them again by tomorrow night." Cang Chuxi sounds apologetic as he rummages through his box of elixirs and tonics.

"What's happening to him?" 

"It's an excess of yang energy, you can tell by his heated skin. In a human it might cause severe illness, but even with his powers suppressed, he's a Beast, so...ah, it has aphrodisiac effects." Cang Chuxi coughs to disguise his chagrin in admitting that.

Lan Tian isn't surprised by Master Cang's words, but it does make him wonder why Wu Yun has been dosed with a substance that acts on him like an aphrodisiac would.

Cang Chuxi tries to tip a vial of a dark liquid into Wu Yun's lips but he keeps moving his head, and avoiding his touch. He lets out a faint moan, "No, don't... Lan Tian, I want Lan Tian."

Lan Tian is incapable of watching while Wu Yun struggles to understand what's happening to him. He takes the vial from Cang Chuxi's hand and cradles Wu Yun's neck gently, supporting it in the crook of his arm.

"I'm here. Drink this, you'll feel better."

Wu Yun's eyelids flutter open with great cost, and his hazy eyes try to focus on Lan Tian. He parts his lips in supplication, and allows Lan Tian to give him the elixir. He swallows clumsily, and some of the liquid spills over the corner of his chapped lips, made red and swollen by his own teeth.

He manages a relieved smile, even through the fire burning inside him like an inferno. "You came back."

Lan Tian touches his knuckles to Wu Yun's sharp cheek, and smiles gently, his whole face softening. "I'll always come back for you."