JunMei but what if Jun Wu had Luo Binghe’s Heavenly Demon Blood?
Small warnings for blood, (obviously), mentions of vomiting, Jun Wu being cruel, and violence
Rated M, but the ending leads into something more explicit (it cuts off before anything too erotic happens)
It was foolish, truly foolish to believe that his feet could carry him fast enough. He couldn’t hear Jun Wu, he couldn’t feel his hands upon his wrists, but the sensation of him only being steps behind him was weighing on Mei NianQing. Weighing upon his body so heavily he felt himself begin to slow down.
He stopped for a moment, leaning against an abandoned home on the outskirts of XianLe. The wood had long since rotted and been forgotten. Now, it was used as something for Mei NianQing to lean against to catch his breath.
Truly a mistake that cost him his life.
One moment, he was catching his breath. Believing himself to be safe enough to relax. The next, he was slammed into a wall that was far more firm than the rotten wood looked.
Mei NianQing shouted out in pain but what little it did. The man gripping the back of his head, the man who yanked at his hair, the man that spoke with far more hatred than empathy in his voice was none other than the man he was running from: Jun Wu.
“How far must I chase you till you realize it’s all in vain?” Jun Wu pushed Mei NianQing’s face deeper into the grain of the wooden wall. Practically making him taste the history that was engraved into each scratch of the home.
Mei NianQing tried to speak yet his jaw was in far too much pain to move. He knew it was bound to bruise tomorrow if he lived after tonight. Yet, with how it seemed, there was no telling what was to become of him.
“How have you not become exhausted by this game we play,” Jun Wu continued. Moving his hand to grip Mei NianQing’s shoulder so he could turn him around and slam him against the wall. Moving in closer to smother him. To suffocate him like a hand around his neck.
“How long must this go on, head priest? Do you even go by such a title anymore, or have you been stripped of that name after running away from yet another kingdom. Yet another crown prince.”
Mei NianQing didn’t dare speak. His jaw still ached. His mouth still shook. Even his entire body trembled beneath the grip of the god before him. Yet, he knew that whatever he might say would be thrown back at him with even more bitterness than before.
“If a shackle won’t aid in me keeping track of you, surely another method will.”
Mei NianQing watched as Jun Wu raised his hand, far too many times had he felt the arm around his neck. Far too many times had he felt his breath taken from him. Seeing the hand raise up once more, only then had he begun to thrash and move. Trying once more to escape which only made the hand upon his shoulder tighten even more. So close to drawing blood or tearing a muscle.
Jun Wu didn’t say anything, nothing needed to be said as he could see the visible fear in Mei NianQing’s eyes. In how he moved and looked around for any chance of escaping.
He raised his hand to his sharpened jade armor, Jun Wu’s other hand was far too occupied in keeping Mei NianQing contained to draw a sword. For now, he sliced his hand across the dragon head that sat upon his shoulder. Scarlet bleeding into the beautifully crafted armor. Such a color stood out, dripping into his robes and somehow looking ethereal even then.
The sight of blood dripping from Jun Wu’s hand made Mei NianQing stop for a moment. His erratic movement paused for a moment as he and Jun Wu both watched the crimson liquid drip onto the ground. A sight of a god bleeding, the sight of a god harming himself. Such a thing wasn’t even written in tales by believers who hated the gods.
Jun Wu didn’t say a thing. If Mei NianQing dared to make a comment, he would have gripped his neck just to silence him like he always did. If he dared to laugh, he would have ripped his tongue out. If he had dared to weep, he would have laughed at his poor attempt to pity him.
For a moment, it felt peaceful between the two. Jun Wu didn’t move and Mei NianQing didn’t fight back. It was as if they were young and inexperienced once more. When they both went under different names and Jun Wu hadn’t despised the world yet. When Mei NianQing wasn’t a coward before the man he devoted himself to since his youth.
Yet, such peace didn’t last long when Jun Wu was around.
With Mei NianQing’s mouth slightly hung open from exerting himself, Jun Wu took it as his chance to force him to taste his blood. Pressing the palm of his hand against his lips as if he was feeding him fruit from the vine and not essence from his veins.
It was disgusting. The taste was far too rich and the fact it was being forced into his mouth didn’t help Mei NianQing’s pleasure in it. He kicked and hit Jun Wu’s arms but found it to be in vain as the armor only ended up protecting Jun Wu and hurting him instead.
“You might be the first to experience the taste of a god and yet you thrash around as if it tastes like rotten meat in your mouth. Even now, I disgust you? Even now, you are repulsed by me?”
Jun Wu forced Mei NianQing to taste more of him. He noticed Mei NianQing had become paler and paler, his eyes had become clouded, he was bound to pass out from lack of oxygen soon. Only when he saw Mei NianQing’s knees begin to weaken did Jun Wu take his hand away. Knowing he had digested enough blood to control a whole army.
Mei NianQing fell forward into Jun Wu as he coughed up as much blood as he could. His throat tightened and even an excess of saliva came as he felt the sensation of puking consume him more and more. He pushed himself back so he could have space to vomit but Jun Wu grabbed at his arms, not letting have privacy even from something he created.
Mei NianQing turned his head as he puked up nothing but stomach acid. The blood was already in his system, warming his veins and making his body weak. The hands of Jun Wu that gripped his arms made him far too aware and unaware at the same time. He couldn’t understand what was going on around him yet felt everything all at once.
“How overdramatic you are,” Jun Wu said, finally releasing Mei NianQing and letting him stand on his own. Yet, Mei NianQing’s legs buckled under his own weight, sending him falling to the ground. His hands landed in his own vomit, smearing into the grass.
Mei NianQing felt himself become warm, not as if he ran across the palace of XianLe in order to look for his disciple. This was a warmth he had sworn off long ago. One that crept into his dreams late at night when he was caught staring at the paintings of the Heavenly Emperor for too long. A heat that made him feel like a teenager in love with a young prince who he was to serve, but instead had such lustful dreams of.
He felt an ache creep into his body, not one of pain or discomfort, but one of desire. An ache between his legs that was all too obvious between the two of them at this moment.
“How quickly you become affected,” Jun Wu taunted. Walking beside Mei NianQing, circling him as if he was a bird wishing to pick up what scraps might be left behind. His robes trailed behind him, drug across the dirt yet somehow refusing to become soiled and muddied. Compared to Mei NianQing who was sweating and shaking, it was a stark difference that one might have laughed at.
“What have you done to me,” Mei NianQing asked. Finally speaking and finding his words to be brittle and cracked. His tone wavered and went silent in the few things he said, a pitiful display for a man who prided himself on dignity and respect.
Jun Wu didn’t answer. He chose to not answer. The question hung in the air between them. Becoming set in stone before the thought of it being answered even traveled through Jun Wu’s mind.
Instead of responding, Jun Wu chose to show him.
Mei NianQing found himself standing on his weakened legs, he hadn’t done it himself. A force he couldn’t see forced him upright. Forgetting the heat that was aching beneath him, he used his own strength that was left to cover the front of his robes.
“You act as though I didn’t already see it, that I didn’t purposefully send a rush of blood to that area.” Jun Wu grabbed Mei NianQing’s hands and moved them away. He stood before him, nearly standing on his feet as he was so close. Their breaths mingled with one another. The display looked almost serene if not for the events that lead to it.
“All of it, I wish to see all of it. I wish for you to tell me all of what you’re feeling. I wish…I wish for,” Jun Wu’s voice trailed off. Growing quieter the longer he stared at Mei NianQing’s face from so close up. So close that Jun Wu could see blemishes that he hadn’t seen from moments ago.
“What do I feel,” Mei NianQing responded, his voice soft just as Jun Wu’s was. Quiet and gentle, acting as though others were around to hear them. That someone was within the abandoned home Jun Wu had him leaning against.
“I feel…appalled at how sick you truly are. At how perverted and cruel you are. That is what I am feeling.”
Jun Wu’s gentle expression immediately turned into a frown. He pushed back at Mei NianQing and stepped back as if his skin was suddenly scalding hot. Mutters of ‘how unfortunate, how ungrateful’ fell from his lips.
“Am I to be joyous over what you have fed me?! Tell me, who would feel grateful at blood being forced down their throat? Not only is it unsanitary, unsafe, it is inhumane to do such—“
As if commanded by a strange force once more, Mei NianQing’s mouth suddenly shut. His words dying out mid sentence as he touched his own lips. Trying to pry open what he had left to say.
“I prayed you had become more docile with your age but who am I to get what I wish for,” Jun Wu said, sighing as he rubbed at his temple. “If you can’t act docile, even with my blood coursing through your body, I will make you.”
He knew he wouldn’t get far, he knew it would only make matters worse, but Mei NianQing was desperate. As desperate as he always was. When his fingers were pressed into Jun Wu’s eyes, making the god cry out and pause in his own words—Mei NianQing took it as his chance to flee once more. To run as that’s all he had known.
Mei NianQing had gotten farther than expected. The realization he had put distance between him and Jun Wu had soon become apparent in his mind. Such a realization wasn’t good. It wasn’t relieving. It made Mei NianQing all the more terrified. Jun Wu had known where he was, he was simply toying with him.
As if reading his mind, Jun Wu grabbed Mei NianQing from what could only be explained as the shadows. His touch was more gentle than before, yet far more firm as if he didn’t want him to run away for the umpteenth time.
“Again with this game of running around, have I not already said I’ve grown tired of this,” Jun Wu said, yanking at Mei NianQing’s arm. “All this running, and you won’t get far. You could run across the mortal realm, end up in the demon realm, perhaps somehow find a way into the heavenly realm and hide within my palace, but I will still find you.”
Jun Wu’s hand came up from behind, his chin rested on Mei NianQing’s shoulder as he gazed up at him. One arm gripped his wrist while the other laid across his stomach. Fingers pressing into his skin through the layers of robes until Mei NianQing audibly let out a gasp of air.
“For as long as a piece of me is within you, festering and tainting the inside of your body, I will always find you. I will always know where you are. I will always catch you, no matter how far you run off.”
Mei NianQing couldn’t find the words to reply. As if what said was true, he felt the aching desire return once more. Far stronger than before. The sensation caused him to curl forward and bite his lip. Holding what was left of his dignity to not cry out.
“Your body opens up to me, why can’t your mind do the same?” Jun Wu presses a hand lower, trailing down yet daring not to touch what was between his legs. Teasing him despite everything he had done.
“You call me cruel, perverted, even sick within my mind. Let me show you how I’m all of these and far worse.”
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