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“Go away. I don’t want you here,” Lu Guang grumbled into the couch beneath him.
He was currently curled into a ball in the sunroom, his knees pressing into his stomach with just the right amount of pressure to stop him from bursting into tears for the third time today.
Lu Guang hated his period. He always had, it being one of the main drivers of his dysphoria when he was a kid. Since he started college, cutting off his long hair his first night in his apartment and socially transitioning with such speed that it genuinely confused some of his professors, his dysphoria had dissipated down to an acceptable level, but fate had given him a new hormonal problem to deal with in exchange.
Now, his cycle was rarely regular, and when his period did come it could last anywhere from three days to two weeks. The flow? Anywhere from spotting to the red sea, making it so that Lu Guang couldn’t guess if he needed to double up on tampons and pads unless he used his powers.
Which he did. Often. Because this was the one exception he was willing to make to ‘past or future, let it be’. The future could go on without staining Lu Guang’s favourite shorts.
And the cramps…
It might’ve been a little comforting to know that Lu Guang’s body hated him as much as he did sometimes, if it didn’t mean keeling over in pain at random hours of the day. The only way he didn’t feel like he was about to pass out from the feeling was to curl up and sob as his uterus attacked itself, taking a nap if his body allowed him to.
Cheng Xiaoshi was always sweet about it, in a way that always managed to annoy his boyfriend a little bit.
After Lu Guang’s first period living in the studio, which had come with the confusion of Cheng Xiaoshi finding out his best friend was trans in the first place, he’d done everything in his power to make Lu Guang comfortable.
Hot water bottles, herbal teas, and bottles of paracetamol marked ‘LU GUANG USE ONLY’ started finding their way to Lu Guang as he slept in or curled up in bed. A carefully decorated and well-stocked basket of period products had also shown up in their bathroom.
Lu Guang had to admit that it was sweet how much Cheng Xiaoshi enjoyed doting on him, even if it meant going through the torture of a period every month.
But Cheng Xiaoshi was away this month, gone with Qiao Ling to one of her cousin’s weddings on the other side of the country. Lu Guang had been left at home to tend to the photo studio, until he made the mistake of mentioning his period to Cheng Xiaoshi over the phone.
Now there was another red pest to bother Lu Guang.
“Oh c’mon baby,” Vein teased him from his spot crouching down next to the couch, “Cheng Xiaoshi did ask me to come help you out,”
Ironically, stress usually made his period worse. And Lu Guang sure was stressed right now. He couldn’t tell what was causing his migraine right now: the pain radiating from his abdomen or the annoying man next to him.
Vein had shown up in Guidu last September with Xia Fei in tow, sending Lu Guang into fight-or-flight mode until the redhead dramatically announced that his businesses were moving to China, and would be honored to collaborate with Time Photo Studio.
Cheng Xiaoshi accepted the offer immediately, and Lu Guang couldn’t deny it without seeming insane. So now he was stuck with Vein in his life.
Maybe Lu Guang was going insane right now, in the worst pain of his life while the man who haunted his nightmares offered him a glass of cranberry juice.
“Why didn’t he ask Xia Fei?” Lu Guang grumbled, squeezing his abdomen tighter as he seriously considered taking the glass. He liked Felix more. At least the blonde was tolerable, and not the reason behind most of Lu Guang's sleepless nights for his past few lifetimes.
“Ah, Felix is on a different job right now,” Vein said with a soft pat to the back of Lu Guang’s head, making him tense up, “You know how he is, so popular,”
“Don’t touch me.” Lu Guang snapped, swatting his hand away.
Vein clicked his tongue, “So rude, even while you’re in so much pain,”
Lu Guang felt his face blush bright red. He buried it deeper into the cushion.
Vein’s hand returned to Lu Guang's back, fingers travelling down from his neck to his tailbone. He paused for a moment before rubbing small circles into the exposed flesh he found there, his nails dragging across Lu Guang’s skin.
There wasn’t much Lu Guang could do to hold back his gasp as Vein started massaging him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the feeling. Vein’s fingers worked carefully into the muscle he found there, making Lu Guang feel distinctly like he was being prepared a barbeque.
He bit down on his bottom lip, lest an actual moan slip out, tasting blood as Vein rubbed harder.
“Does that feel better?”
“Shut up,” Lu Guang muttered through clenched teeth.
He heard a sharp ‘hmm’ from Vein, followed by the sound of a glass being put down from the coffee table. Lu Guang peeked an eye out to see his glass of cranberry juice now left abandoned. Vein’s phone was propped up against it, screen facing Lu Guang to show that the camera was on and… recording?
What an odd man.
He returned his face back to its place in the cushion, taking a deep breath as he felt Vein put more pressure on his lower back, both hands now free.
“This must feel good, if you’re not shooing me away like before.” Vein purred, his voice sounding closer to Lu Guang’s ear than it had before.
Lu Guang clenched his jaw. He hated knowing that it was Vein’s hands making him feel better right now, relieving his pain and making it so he could breathe for the first time in two days.
“Must hurt a lot, huh baby?” Vein said softly, his other hand sliding into the space between Lu Guang and the couch cushion before laying flat on Lu Guang’s stomach, “Normally you’d have chased me out of the studio by now, but here I am,” His hand pressed down on his abdomen, his thumb rubbing circles into the material of Lu Guang’s sweater.
“I’m not your baby,” Lu Guang mumbled, a soft whine escaping him, “But yes… It hurts,” He admitted, squeezing his eyes shut.
Vein cooed, and unfortunately Lu Guang didn’t feel himself bristle.
He liked being coddled and doted on during his period, as much as he hated to admit it. Lu Guang just never expected to be coddled by Vein of all people.
The redheaded man smoothed over the skin of Lu Guang’s back one more time before removing both of his hands, drawing another unintended whine out of Lu Guang at the loss of comfort.
“Aww, poor boy…”
Lu Guang crossed his arms over his body, squeezing his stomach as he tried to recreate the comfort Vein had been giving him. He paused, never thinking he’d be longing for the feeling of Vein's fingers digging into his flesh.
Lu Guang felt a hand return to his hair, nails scratching against his scalp as Vein petted him.
The man was closer than he expected. Lu Guang could feel breathing on his neck.
“You know, Cheng Xiaoshi was nice enough to tell me about a certain routine you two have,” His hand slowed down. Lu Guang could feel his fingers start to tangle in his hair, “The one that helps you feel better.”
A hand returned to the small of Lu Guang’s back, and travelled its way upwards and under his sweater.
He shivered, “He wouldn’t…”
Lu Guang had been the one to suggest fucking during his period, the first time. It was a cycle that had been going on a bit longer, reaching over two weeks by the time Lu Guang became ravenously horny, not caring how much of a mess they’d make.
Cheng Xiaoshi, sweet as ever, indulged him. He set up towels and cleaned Lu Guang up nicely both before and after the deed, and was as ecstatic as Lu Guang to learn that, somehow, orgasming made his period all the more bearable.
It had been their tradition ever since. At least once per month, if both boys felt up to it. But… Would Cheng Xiaoshi tell someone like Vein about it?
Vein hummed, “Are you sure?”
The hand travelled back down Lu Guang’s spine, and dipped below the waistband of his sweatpants. Lu Guang jumped, swatting him away.
“Cheng Xiaoshi was so worried for you, you know? He told me everything, about how a good fuck helps you relieve the pain, about how you don’t like people touching your chest, about how you like to be cleaned up and cuddled afterwards—”
“Shut up.” Lu Guang flinched away from Vein’s hand as he tried to pet him again, “Cheng Xiaoshi wouldn’t do that, so stop lying.”
“Really? Didn’t you call him last night, sobbing because the pain was so bad that you couldn’t sleep?” Vein’s voice was louder now, and his breath was hot and sticky on Lu Guang’s neck.
Why wasn’t his stomach churning?
Why could he feel himself getting wet as Vein’s hand returned to the waistband of his pants?
His breaths quickened as Vein reached lower and lower, coming to a stop at the top of his ass. Lu Guang could hear Vein breathing to, deep and low, before sharp canines bit at the side of his neck.
Lu Guang shot up, yelping at the pain, pressing his back to the couch as he was forced to meet Vein’s gaze for the first time since he’d invaded his studio.
The redhead was smiling from his spot beside the couch. He was kneeling now, his hands hovering only inches from Lu Guang’s bare ankles.
Lu Guang’s eyes moved to the coffee table behind him. The cranberry juice and phone that he could see before, still recording. Vein was getting the occasional message from someone with a dark contact picture. Lu Guang briefly squinted to read a string of messages: ‘is he alright?’ ‘do you want me to call him?’ and ‘bring him soft clothes’.
Lu Guang held back an eye roll. Cheng Xiaoshi's care really knew no bounds.
On the other side of the coffee table sat a stack of wine red towels, adorned with more than a few bleach spots, as well as water and tissues. Lu Guang might’ve been a little concerned that Vein could sneak around their studio without him even noticing, if he didn’t have bigger things to worry about right now.
He could practically feel Vein’s eyes on him as tried to scramble further back into the couch, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt cold fingers wrap around his leg.
“Aw, look at that,” Vein started slowly, like a predator backing his prey into a corner, “You’ve bled through. How sad,” His eyes flicked down to Lu Guang’s crotch, and stayed there.
“What?” Lu Guang looked down to confirm himself, only to feel Vein tug at his leg, dragging him to the edge of the couch.
Stopping just short of his face.
“Yes, darling, right here,” Vein said, looking up and laughing as he saw the panic in Lu Guang’s eyes.
His other hand reached up, his fingers pressing into Lu Guang’s abdomen as his thumb swiped across his crotch, making Lu Guang squirm as he felt the wet spot himself.
“Stop. Let me go,” Lu Guang whispered, trying his best to keep from bucking into Vein’s hand. “I don’t want to fuck you. I’m dating Cheng Xiaoshi,”
He tried to kick Vein, who only held his leg tighter.
“I told you, Cheng Xiaoshi asked me to come take care of you,” The rest of his hand travelled down to the space between Lu Guang’s thighs, rubbing him through his pants, “He was so cute, like always. So worried about you being stuck at home, in agonizing pain,”
Vein leaned forward, sending Lu Guang squirming again.
Red eyes glared up at him, making him pause.
“Do you really think your Xiaoshi would just let me come over and bend you over in his own studio without any precautions?” He motioned his head back, referring to his phone, “I’m sending your boyfriend that video once we’re done here, and if we squeeze in any other rounds,”
Lu Guang shook his head, feeling like someone was playing a trick on him, “I don’t want—”
“Are you so sure about that?” Vein asked, pressing his nose into Lu Guang’s cunt, drawing a surprised gasp from him. There was a bit of blood on his face when he pulled away, “You’re already so wet for me, sweetie. And you’re still hurting, right?”
Lu Guang paused, then he nodded slightly.
Vein smiled, “Good. Then let me make you feel better, just like Cheng Xiaoshi wanted,”
They stared at each other for a moment, breaths echoing around the sunroom as Vein’s phone buzzed in its place.
Another wave of cramps hit Lu Guang, and he cringed in pain as his arms wrapped around his torso.
Vein’s gaze bore into him as he licked his lips.
“Fine, as long as—”
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before Vein was ripping his sweatpants off and underwear off in one go, letting go of Lu Guang’s ankle just long enough to quickly grab a towel from the coffee table and slip it under him.
Lu Guang instinctively closed his legs the second he was exposed, a whimper leaving him as Vein dragged him to the edge of the couch, spreading his legs apart.
“What a pretty cunt…” Vein said, voice low, his fingers separating Lu Guang’s lips.
Lu Guang blushed, and then cringed at himself for blushing, “Whatever… just… Put it in,” He said, the words awkward on his lips.
“Put it in?” Vein asked, scandalized, “I have a whole meal in front of me, I’m going to enjoy it”
“Crazy bastar— Aah,”
Lu Guang’s words were cut off as Vein licked a bold stripe from the bottom of his cunt to his clit, stopping at the top to suck him.
Lu Guang’s hands immediately tangled themselves in red hair, half pushing the man away and half keeping him right where he was as Vein sucked and licked.
He pulled away after a long moment. Lu Guang’s jaw dropped as he saw the man’s face, coated in red from nose to chin.
He smiled up at Lu Guang before diving back in, pulling his hips closer.
“So tasty,” Vein said, words muffled against Lu Guang’s hole, “Fuck, I have to ask Cheng Xiaoshi to invite me over next time. I don’t think I can go without this,”
A shiver travelled up Lu Guang’s spine.
“S-shut up,” He stuttered out, biting his lip to hold back a moan as Vein thrust a finger into him, a squelch echoing around the room, “Just make me come and we’ll never talk about this again,”
Vein hummed against Lu Guang, making the shorter man buck his hips, “Maybe you’ll never talk about this again, but I’m bragging about this for the rest of my life,”
“Asshole,” Lu Guang started shoving Vein’s head again, which didn’t deter the man in the slightest. In fact, his grip on Lu Guang’s thighs just got tighter.
Lu Guang hated having to admit how talented the man was.
He could feel his legs starting to shake as his stomach tightened, Vein managing to rip a proper moan out of Lu Guang as he thrust a third finger into him while his teeth nipped at his clit.
“Vein— Aah, fuck, I’m so close,”
His legs wrapped around the redhead’s neck as his heels dug sharply into the man’s back, drawing a hiss out of Vein as he dug his nails into Lu Guang’s flesh.
He flinched at the feeling, jerking his thigh away until Vein’s hand disappeared completely.
Beyond his own panting and wet sounds coming from between his legs, Lu Guang could hear the clinking of a belt buckle followed by the zip of a zipper.
He felt a wet kiss to the top of his pelvis before his legs started to move up, and up, and up, still wrapped around Vein’s shoulders.
He groaned as Vein practically folded him in half, his thighs hitting the soft material of his sweater.
“So flexible, just like a cat,” Vein purred, pulling Lu Guang’s hands from his hair and kissing his palms, “I almost don’t want to give you back to Cheng Xiaoshi,” He said with a dark laugh, slipping Lu Guang’s legs from his shoulders to around his waist.
Lu Guang wriggled his wrist out of Vein’s grasp before shoving at his chest, “I’m not yours. You're just doing us a— Ahh— favour,”
Vein grabbed his forearm, his nails digging into the skin as he pulled Lu Guang’s arms around his torso, pulling the two of them impossibly closer as Vein attached himself to his neck, sucking and kissing all the skin he could reach.
Lu Guang could feel Vein throbbing between them.
“Already so wet for me, kitty,” Vein teased. He pulled away from his task long enough to glance between them, lining himself up and thrusting into Lu Guang as slowly as he could.
Lu Guang moaned, long as wrecked, as Vein bottomed out after a long second. He buried his face in Vein’s shoulder, filling his nose with expensive cologne and cheap incense.
“No more protests, huh baby?” Vein taunted between bites, “What, just need to be stuffed full and all your worries fall away?”
Lu Guang scratched at his back through his shirt, hoping it would leave marks, “Stop talking,” He gritted out.
“As you wish,”
Vein gave him all of two thrusts to get used to his length before he was practically pounding into Lu Guang.
For a moment, Lu Guang’s ears rang as Vein set his brutal pace, the only thing the shorter man could do was cling to his shirt, pulling it in different directions and smiling to himself as he felt the material begin to tear beneath his nails.
When he got his senses back, he couldn’t hear much more than his own strangled moans and Vein’s sharp breaths in his ear as he thrust into him.
It took a sharp bite to his ear lobe for Lu Guang to open his eyes, scared the man’s fangs had managed to pierce him. The world was blurry as Lu Guang bounced up and down in short, fast movements, the bottom of his vision obscured by a white dress shirt. Lu Guang bit into the flesh underneath it, drawing a hiss from Vein.
Another smile.
Lu Guang could feel his breaths become ragged as Vein kept up his pace, now painfully squeezing Lu Guang’s hips as his kisses and bites trailed lower down his collar, stretching out the material of Lu Guang’s sweater.
Lu Guang made eye contact with the phone again, now reflecting his and Vein’s position on the couch. Despite Vein filling up most of the screen, pants bunched up around his thighs, the torn spot of his shirt stained with blood as nails scratched up his back, Lu Guang still managed to stand out. Hair a mess, pale legs wrapped tightly around Vein’s waist, grey eyes half-lidded as he hid his moans in Vein's collarbone.
Would Cheng Xiaoshi really watch this?
Would he like it?
He did ask Vein to do this, didn’t he? Sending someone he considered a friend over to fuck and dote on his own boyfriend.
How many videos would they get to send him tonight?
The thoughts fled Lu Guang’s mind, and were quickly abandoned as Vein reached between them again, his fingers finding Lu Guang’s clit with ease before pinching and flicking it.
Lu Guang had never heard the sound that came out of him before.
His legs started shaking again as Vein kept up his torture, kissing, biting, pinching, and fucking every inch of Lu Guang that he could reach. Lu Guang let his eyes fall closed again as he lost control of his voice, the room echoing with whatever moans and yelps the redhead managed to pound out of him.
He felt a hand pet his hair again, and a laugh rang out in his ear.
“C’mon darling, aren’t I making you feel good?” Vein asked, sounding out of breath himself, “Does it even hurt anymore?”
“N-no…” Lu Guang whined, his voice coming out higher than he meant it to.
“Good,” Vein purred, his thrusts growing erratic, “Then cum for me so I can show Cheng Xiaoshi how good of a job I did,”
Lu Guang’s toes curled as Vein used up one more burst of energy, lifting the white-haired man off the couch as he hit even deeper inside him. He felt his stomach tighten and release as Vein kept going, pumping slower and slower until he let him down gently, leaving his cock inside as he pulled his head out of the crook of Lu Guang’s neck.
He smiled at Lu Guang, showing off the fact that his mouth and teeth were still covered in his blood.
“Gross,” Lu Guang muttered after catching his breath, moving to shove Vein away.
The redhead caught his wrist, “What was that, Lu Guang? Did I hear ‘thank you Vein for fucking my pain away’, or maybe a ‘please bend me over the arm of the couch and do it again’?” He asked, eyes darkening.
“Thank you… I feel a lot better” Lu Guang muttered, ripping his arm out of Vein’s grasp the second the man loosened his grip.
“That’s more like it,” Vein praised, pressing a wet, likely bloody, kiss to Lu Guang’s cheek before pulling out of him with a groan.
Lu Guang was left with an empty space between his very sore legs as Vein leaned back, admiring his handiwork for a moment before standing up. Lu Guang finally glanced down when he felt something warm sliding down his thigh, only to be met with the sight of pink tinged cum pouring out of him.
“You could’ve used a condom,” He complained, watching it start to pool on the towel.
“Where’s the fun in that?” He laughed, kneeling down next to Lu Guang one more time as he scooped a bit of cum onto his finger and licking it off like it was frosting, “We’re so tasty together,”
Lu Guang felt his heart flutter as he rolled his eyes and moved to stand up. “Whatever,” He muttered, feet hitting the hold tile beneath the couch, “We have Plan B upstairs—"
Vein’s hand grabbed his thigh.
“You’re a mess. I’m going to get some stuff to clean you up, grab your pills, and then we’ll go take a shower,” He said simply, leaving no room for Lu Guang to refuse.
“‘We’ll’ go take a shower?” Lu Guang asked, well adept at finding ways to be obstinate.
Vein’s smirk returned, “Well, Cheng Xiaoshi did ask me to take care of you until he got home,” He stood up, his pelvis coming dangerously close to Lu Guang’s mouth, “I wouldn’t want to be a bad friend, now would I?”
He reached to run his fingers through Lu Guang’s hair one more time, clicking his tongue when Lu Guang flinched away.
He watched as Vein zipped himself up and retreated upstairs, his shoes tapping against tile and then the hardwood of the stairs.
Lu Guang sighed when he no longer heard them, taking a moment to look down, admiring Vein’s work himself.
His thighs were smeared with blood, now dry and flaking off his skin onto the towel beneath him. His legs themselves were still shaky and weak, meaning he probably would have fallen right over if Vein let him stand up.
Lu Guang made a mental note not to be too grateful, given his legs were also covered in hickies and bite marks. Inspected his hips for good measure, the phantom feeling of Vein's hands squeezing them still present. He was sure they'd be bruised by tomorrow.
And then the cum, now pooling under Lu Guang, streaked with pink as it poured out freely.
Curiosity overcame him as he reached down, taking a bit of the liquid on his finger like Vein had before bringing it up to his face. Something mirrored his movements, and Lu Guang’s eyes flicked to Vein’s phone, still recording in its spot, drops of condensation from the cranberry juice sliding down the screen.
Lu Guang narrowed his eyes at it, before leaning back, dipping two fingers into himself before bringing them to his mouth, an impulse to put on a porny show overtaking him.
He closed his eyes as the tangy-sweet taste hit his tongue, letting out a small moan at the taste.
And then he froze, his non-horny mind kicking in enough to remember what had just happened.
He snapped his legs closed, regretting it slightly as his thigh hit something sticky, folding his hands over on themselves as he feigned indifference. He caught Vein’s phone out of the corner of his eye, still recording. Looking closer, Lu Guang could see the smear of red on his neck, broken up only by dark red hickies already starting to form there. It looked like Vein had been trying to eat him.
He sighed, letting his face fall into his hands as he heard Vein’s footsteps grow louder. He felt his chest grow tighter, something in his stomach churning at the idea of repeating his activities with Vein in the shower.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“What have you gotten yourself into?” Lu Guang muttered to himself.
He heard Vein returning to the stairs, humming some obnoxious tune as he walked down, giving Lu Guang a wide, fang-filled smile as they made eye contact.
Something pooled in Lu Guang's gut. Fear, loathing, desire, want… Was he really feeling himself getting wet again?
Vein’s smile shifted to something darker, more akin to the look in his nightmares. Lu Guang snapped his head away, feeling the mixture in his stomach amplify as he saw Vein stalk over to him from the corner of his eye.
There was a rattling as a pill box was thrown onto the table, followed by a pair of Cheng Xiaoshi’s shorts and most oversized shirt, before Vein’s knees hit the carpet again.
Hands fell on Lu Guang’s thighs again, pulling him to the opposite end of the couch before he could protest. He looked down in time to catch Vein staring at the meal in front of him, an honest-to-God glint in his eyes before he dove in. Lu Guang threw his head back as his hand reached down to grasp at a head of red curls, which were starting to come undone from their braid.
Vein moaned at the taste, maybe the feeling of Lu Guang tugging at his scalp too, “Sorry baby, I just couldn’t wait for round two,” He said between intervals of sucking at his clit, “Might end up carrying you to the shower too, I’m too addicted to this,”
Lu Guang heard the words, but hardly comprehended them. All he could feel right right now was Vein.
Vein and the pleasure between his thighs. Vein and lifetimes worth of mixed feelings. Vein and the way he was making Lu Guang cum again, the way he’d promised to keep doing so until Cheng Xiaoshi came back to him in a few days.
Lu Guang’s back hit the couch as he felt another wave of pleasure rip through him, chest heaving as Vein continued to eat him out.
“What have you gotten yourself into?” He heard himself mutter again as Vein detached himself, Lu Guang dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.
There was something wrong about this. Something past the animalistic way Vein was looking up at him again, and the way he wanted to watch it go from confident predator to desperate man as he fucked Lu Guang against the wall of the shower.
“So, what are you waiting for?” Lu Guang heard himself say, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears, his legs slipping down the length of Vein’s body, “I was promised I’d be carried to our next round,”
Vein’s expression shifted, from harmless and annoying to deadly in a split second.
He smiled, and Lu Guang got the distinct feeling he’d made the wrong decision.
Well, at least his cramps were gone.