Hua Hua You Long - Volume SS - Chapter 10.1

Xuan Yuan Yong Yi watched in horror as the young boy was torn apart beneath his royal nephew. Jing was so unnecessarily violent, drawing out and plunging back in with such force that the boy's fragile back bowed like it was broken with every thrust. He could hear the soft panicked breathing below the ugly sound of flesh against flesh, and he knew full well the destruction Jing was capable of causing.

The boy had barely the strength to scream, and at the rate Jing was going, he'd cause great internal injury by the time he was done. The atmosphere was charged with so much filth that he himself could not hide the arousal that settled in his nether regions. He was angry and embarassed at himself, at the way his body reacted to such violent, lewd things, but above all Yong Yi was a father, it was in his nature to protect. Jing's looming shadow cloaked the trembling boy in an unintentional but terrifying show of dominance and Yong Yi knew he had to get the boy out, whatever the consequence. It was all he could think of to get Jing away from the half unconscious figure on the floor,

"You-- you're a beast! I was blind! I was blond to tell my brother to pass the throne to you!"

Jing's head snapped up and he viciously yanked himself out of the place he was ravaging. A loud, broken cry followed immediately and the boy crumpled to the floor in a lifeless heap. Fresh blood gushed from his red, abused entrance but the boy did not care to hide his parts. He just laid there are cried quietly. The red liquid flowed freely down the thighs and onto the floor and despite the horror of it all, Yong Yi's eyes were drawn to a spot on the inside of the boy's left thigh. The mark was covered in blood but he saw clearly what it was -- a brand bearing a name all to familiar to him -- a sickeningly obvious mark of ownership.

Jing walked towards him and stood in his line of vision, blocking the boy. Fast as lightning, a hand flew through the air and landed on the side of his face with a resounding crack. His neck almost wrung right off from the sheer power of the attack.

Then his nephew started screaming. Accusatory words that scarcely made sense.

Who asked you?  

As if he owed that boy. As if the great emperor was some spoilt child throwing a tantrum when things did not go his way. Silly him, he thought this Jing'er would be a great ruler despite this one big character flaw. Stupid, stupid....

You clearly knew I wanted nothing of that!

He had to admit, he had half advised his late Royal Brother to make Jing'er his heir so he could estrange himself from his nephew while Jing busied himself with palace work and preparations for taking over the empire. And stop his immoral behavior now that he was the god figure of the kingdom. Evidently, his plan had failed and left with no other option, he absconded and was marked a traitor as soon as his Royal Brother passed away. But Jing'er was still as deviant as ever, going so far as to catch a boy from the south to be his palace plaything.

His thoughts were stopped short when a large obtrusive thing was shoved into his mouth --

.......

"The boy is not from the city."

Without saying the name, Jing already knew who Xuanyuan Yong Yi was referring to. Today, the Emperor's mood was somber, a welcome change from the insatiable craze in his eyes for the past week or so. Yong Yi took the opportunity to clear the mess in his head. He was old, he could take whatever was thrown at him. Despite the situation, he still had to preserve the pride of the royal family -- he could never let the name of the household be smeared with the filth of his royal nephew's actions.

"Hangzhou."

To Yong Yi's surprise, Jing replied in a soft voice. He was sitting quietly by the window, staring out into the evening courtyard and the swirling koi in the still pond. Without prompting, Jing continued,

"I tricked him and raped him in his own home."

He spoke the words with such repose, as if he had no conscience, as if he was talking about something as casual as hunting in the spring. It was disgusting.

"I Gave him the Bi Xiao. Lured him into the capital," Jing slowly recounted.

 Yong Yi was shocked at the damage that had been done to the boy. He knew Jing was a tenacious child who'd always find ways to get what he wanted -- but not this, the boy was a human, for heavens' sake! The Bi Xiao was still in production when he left, but he had heard of its devastation from the palace alchemists -- a drug that spreads slowly through the body, entering the bloodstream and gaining potency with time. Fever, then insatiable lust that would lead to madness and then gradually, death. It was a sick drug made for absolute control -- only Jing could make the drug go dormant inside the boy's body, but if Jing just so chose to throw him away, in just two months, fever and weakness would render him unable to walk. Three months, the drug would have settled completely in to the body, taking control of every nerve, causing the most licentious of desires to consume the host. The drug wasn't made for anyone to survive it past six full moons.

Jing'er was truly merciless. A sudden anger filled Yong Yi's heart. He burst out at Jing, as if he was still the disgruntled uncle and Jing the playful child.

"Bi Xiao?!! How could you--"

"You think I don't know it's wrong?! To drug and blackmail people? I tricked him all the way from Jiangnan right into my imperial bed and there hasn't been a single time he didn't cry when I fucked him!!" Yong Yi shrunk back at the sudden outburst. Jing was distressed, an emotion he very rarely felt, but now it showed openly on his face -- the slightly furrowed brows, focused eyes and tight lips.

Jing irritably rose from the chair and threw open a wardrobe at the corner of the room. He picked up a little jade box and held it gently in his hands. The lid was flipped open and he touched the little red pill inside, a look of contemplation seeping onto his face. He had never been one to hide his emotions from Yong Yi, and Yong Yi saw all too clearly the yearning that shone in his eyes.

"Go."

"He's filthier than a pig sty." The words rolled off his tongue in a disgusted sneer, but Jing knew who made him that way in the first place. An uneasy feeling settled at the pit of his stomach -- he could not name it because he had never felt it before.

.......
 

Soft candlelight pushed its way through the thin paper walls of the lantern, cloaking the corridor with a cold glow. The night was dark, but the house by the Yue Long bridge was like a little firefly in the midst of the pitch black capital.

The licentious sound of smacking skin permeated the corridor of the mansion and every so often, a brief voice would shoot through the still air, carrying a mixture of suffering and pleasure.

Jing gave a few more short thrusts and emptied himself inside Lu Cang, who was panting and gasping in the aftermath of such vicious ravaging. His tanned chest rose and fell in ragged heaves and his legs were wide open and limp. Jing pulled out and sat back, taking a look at his work. The hole between Lu Cang's thighs was swollen and abused, leaking shameful white and red fluids -- a horribly obscene display that Jing found somehow captivating.

Unaware of Lu Cang's condition, he chuckled lightly,

"Looks like I was too rough today..."

Jing leaned down and kissed those soft lips and savored the feeling of the pliant body beneath him. It was a wonderful feeling, it filled his heart with fluttering things that could not be tamed. It was erratic like a feather in a hurricane but it drew him in as if he was a pebble tumbling in the sand as the waves drew it home. He indulged in the warmth in his chest and let it spread through his body. And for the first time in his life, he felt truly content.

Jing finally drew away and slowly opened his eyes. But the sight that greeted him overturned the tides that had flooded his heart. His vision was filled with a tear streaked face and a pair of eyes that were red from crying, filled with pain and exhaustion. The feeling in Jing's heart was reflected nowhere on the bandit's face.

So it is like this.

Jing's breathing grew heavier as his expression slowly changed. He gripped the sides of Lu Cang's arms and roughly flipped him over, ignoring the cries of protest and turning those haunting eyes away from him.

He roughly shoved two fingers into the now loose entrance and quickly yanked them out before stroking himself a few times and driving his stiff erection back in. The back passage was stretched broken, and accepted him even without using any force. 

So it is like this.

He pressed the back of Lu Cang's neck into the floor and starting thrusting roughly, eliciting wet chockes from the strained throat. He could see the droplets of tears falling onto the tiles and his heartstrings yanked painfully in his chest, but he did not relent when Lu Cang begged him to stop.

.......

The images flitted across his mind. The way Lu Cang screamed and struggled on the bed, the way he wept as Jing turned him around and raped him again and again and again. The way he smiled at the lilies in the pond on the better days when he thought Jing was no where near the house. Or maybe it was the way he called out his name in the throes of pleasure, angry, confused, aroused and reluctant at the same time. Or the taste of his mouth when Jing kissed him, soft, unsure, and yielding. Or maybe it was just him.

He narrowed his eyes at the thought.

How did he let it happen? 

How could he have let it happen?

Jing knew he was beautiful beyond compare, and he knew Lu Cang thought the same. But the bandit only either slept with him out of monthly necessity -- because of the drug -- or because Jing outrightly tore his clothes off and took him. Never once -- never once had he welcomed the emperor into his bed.

But Jing realized that was the one thing he wanted. It was also the one thing he couldn't get just by wanting it. A huge blow to his pride. 

He had let that speck of dirt into his life on a whim, and now....

Indescribably fury roared to life in his eyes. The sadness from a moment ago was buried deep inside those dark irises, under layers and layers of scorn and revulsion. The jade box snapped shut in his hands. He'd never free Lu Cang. 

He forcefully pushed the small jade box back into the wardrobe with a loud clack and turned to the bed. This was the same weakness he had tried to get rid of, the same weakness that pushed him to capture Xuan Yuan Yong Yi in the first place. The former prince was in Tong'an for a reason, and Jing suddenly remembered that reason. 

-end of #10.1-