Archive of Our Own ^beta

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The corner hardware store, Wednesday afternoon. A young man walked into the store, expression worried as he looked around for an employee. It’s the third shift, so the only person on the sales floor in the family-owned store is a tall man behind the counter.

He was filing something down, bandages covered his left hand as he lifted the wooden object up to his face to examine it. 

“Uhm, excuse me.” The man asked, he forced a smile up at the man as he lowered his work. 

“Oh! Hello, How may I help you.” The man was handsome, His age— hard to place but definitely at least forty, his long silvery hair tied up into a ponytail and held back with a red alligator clip. 

“Soo— Stupid question. I started vegetable gardening since I now have my own apartment with a decent sized patio…But uhh- I’m growing beans and I wanted to set up a vine net…Any suggestions on what I can use? Wood…pvc…wire?”  The man was clearly nervous. An introvert who didn’t get out much, perhaps worked a tech job.

The worker smiled, showing off his good-natured features. He stepped around the counter. “I’d suggest PVC, wood rots, and metal rusts. If your patio has no lanai, you’d find yourself replacing the setup in a year– if that.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” The man nodded and followed the employee. He noted that his nametag read: Yingxing.

They didn’t go far, the store wasn’t huge. A cubby with different sized PVC pipes in it. Yingxing removed a fairly narrow and tall pipe from the cubby. “How big is the garden bed?” 

“About 82 centimeters…25 tall.”  The man had taken a little sticky note from his pocket.

“Perfect, Two of these should do. Cut in half — you can combine them with these pipe joints.” The man pointed to some cabinets with clear drawers, various sized PVC joints in each one. 

“I hate to ask this, but can you cut those for me? I don’t really have a lot of tools back home.”  The customer forced an awkward smile.

“Of course. I’ll do that now. We have the netting in the gardening section. If you'd like to grab that, I can meet you back at the register.” Yingxing pointed down an aisle that led towards the other end of the store. 

“Sure, I’ll meet you then.” The man looked relieved and immediately turned to move towards the gardening section. 

Yingxing’s face fell somewhat, his face going to muteness as he grabbed the joints he needed and  took the pipes, walking them back over towards his station. He fished around in his drawers and pulled out the pipe cutter and unlatched the measuring tape from his hip. He was absent-minded for a moment, his eyes wandering as he marked the pipes and went to cut them. 

One.

Two. 

Don’t cut your fingers off.

The customer returned, holding the package of netting and a few other items. Gardening gloves, A box cutter, oddly enough, a birthday card from the rack near the windows. 

A smile returned to Yingxing’s face the second the customer reappeared. He placed the cut PVC on the counter to join the other objects. ”Oh, who’s birthday is it?” 

The man rubbed behind his head. “Oh, my mom.” 

Yingxing idly began to type everything into the register, placing what he could into a paper bag. “Oh yeah? Anything planned?” 

“Nah, she lives a few cities over. I just moved here for work so…I’ll just have to send her this and a gift card.” The customer looked down at the card before sliding it over for Yingxing to bag. It had a cute little bulldog on it, mud on its paws as it ran through a vegetable garden. The words ‘GOOD CHIVES ONLY!’ were written in glitter on the front. Yingxing knew well what it said on the inside, for he was the one that had stocked the card display.

“This is a nice city to move to, I hope you’ve liked it so far.” Yingxing finished typing everything into the dated register, reading out the price to the customer. 

He paid, swiping his card before looking up at Yingxing. “Thanks, you’ve been a ton of help. I-I’ll probably be back—erm.” He looked at the nametag again. “Yingxing.” 

A large smile cracked the tall man’s face. The lines under his eyes somehow added to his handsomeness. “Of course, I’m always happy to help. Just letting you know we have a sale coming up next week on seed packs and bird seed.”

“Oh— Awesome, I’ll definitely be back.” The man took the bag that Yingxing was handing him.  “Thanks again.” He left, looking a little flustered and Yingxing did his best to ensure his face remained kind until he was gone.

A sigh left Yingxing’s lips, he cleaned up his mess and started the process of closing down the shop. The owners were barely around nowadays. Yingxing was the manager— almost the sole employee. He didn’t mind it though. He brought the store plenty of business and ensured everything was well maintained and ordered for the week. The store was only open from nine to six which was convenient for his schedule. 

He swept, counted the register, closed the shutters and placed the deposit in the safe for tomorrow's pickup. A typical day, an ordinary day. Yingxing yawned as he locked up the front door and dragged the shutters down over the entrance. The sunset was lovely…but still up. He looked down at his watch. He was thirty minutes past six, I’d take him fifteen minutes to get home. Yingxing wondered if the man would be back, with any luck he would.

Another ordinary day. Be it a little busier— Yingxing had placed a few orders for the local contractors and had deliveries to unload. Luckily today Yingxing was no flying solo in the store. Caelus was not as personable as Yingxing, but he certainly got the job done when he needed to. A local university student who wanted a few hours here and there to fund his esports addiction. 

“Yingxing, I have a customer asking for you.” Caelus poked his head into the stockroom where Yingxing had been moving boxes off the pallets. 

“Tell them I’ll be right there.” Yingxing had a feeling he knew who it was. He set the boxes down and walked outside into the shop. Caelus was busy helping somebody near the power tools. Yingxing made his way to the counter where, sure enough, the same customer from the day before was standing. 

“Hi!” he seemed much more cheery today, his confidence was practically infectious. 

“Hello, back so soon?” Yingxing cracked another good-natured smile, his violet eyes narrowing.

“Yeah..I’m really sorry but I need to return the box cutter I bought yesterday…I realize I already had one.” He blushed as if he was struggling to say the next line. “Oh, but I would exchange it for your number.” 

Yingxing blinked, but let out a tiny laugh. “That’s a good one. I’m sorry– I feel I may be a little too old for you.”

The worried man frowned. “I’m uhm, I’m 31– You don’t look that much older.” 

Another laugh from Yingxing. “I’m flattered…But I’m definitely much older…How about this— I’d love to be your friend for now. Adapting to a new city, It cannot be easy.” 

A sad look crossed the lonely customer’s face, but he nodded finally. “Alright..oh yeah, I do really need to return that  box cutter.” He fished it out of the paper bag along with the receipt.

“Are you shopping for anything else today?” Yingxing asked as he started typing the receipt information into the computer. 

“Maybe…well.” His confidence was slipping away with Yingxing’s rejection.

“I forgot to get your name yesterday.” Yingxing took the box cutter and began the process of the return into the card-reader. Again, It was a little dated and needed codes typed into it to activate card refunds.  The question about the man’s name was a lie. Yingxing had seen his name on his credit card the day before.              

“It’s Connor. Sorry I uh…I’m so embarrassed I shouldn’t have been so  forward…” The man lamented.

“It’s okay.” Yingxing raised his hand. “I applaud your confidence.”

Yingxing had gotten used to the stench of blood. He dragged the body across the floor of the old factory. Four weeks of planning for less than ten pints of blood. It was starting to get harder, he was finally starting to feel his age as his shoulders ached. He needed to go back to the gym, but…Well, circumstances made it a little hard. 

He dumped the body into the pit, an old sinkhole that had opened up in the middle of the factory resulting in it becoming condemned. Yingxing only worked here once…He tried not to work in the same place more than twice, for he wished not to create a pattern anyone could track, or create a crime scene. 

The large man sighed, walked back the gasoline container that he used to hold and disguise the blood. He’d need to go home before it soured.

Sometimes he felt bad— that man had been kind at first, until he wasn't. Unfortunately he met the criteria that Yingxing followed for blood ‘donors’.

Single, depressed, male, alone with barely any friends or family--- And also a convicted criminal.

Yingxing got in his car and made the drive back home. It was already quite late and he only had a few hours to spare until morning. 

Morning…sunlight, maybe he’d even get some sleep.

He tapped the steering wheel. The late-night talk show airing on the radio was blending into nothing. Yingxing’s tired mind wandered. He did this all for one reason.

Killed people for one reason.

Him.

The house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Every home was old and battered. The neighborhood had seen better times, but it was at least quiet and had plenty of woods surrounding them. Yingxing parked his truck and got out, fumbling with his keys as he walked up the cracked pathway to the door. He could hear something— like….

Yingxing quickly opened the door. The sound of something smashing was coming from the basement. With the gasoline tank in his hand, he hurried downstairs to the source of the sound.

“Dan Feng, stop!” Yingxing called out. 

A small man stood in the center of the room, holding a crowbar. Beneath his feet was the wreckage of a plethora of glass bottles, beakers and empty blood bags. His eyes were wide, crazed— his mouth agape, revealing unnaturally long fangs and upon his head— azure horns. 

Yingxing settled the gas tank on the ground and quickly moved to the man. “Dan Feng…I have food, I have food— please calm down, I’m sorry— I’m sorry.--” He easily scooped the smaller man into his grip, holding him still like a straight jacket. “I love you…I love you.” Yingxing didn’t care if he was stepping on glass, or Dan Feng’s claws were tearing into his skin, as long as he loosened Dan Feng’s grip. Sure enough it clanged down to the floor, joining the pile of debris.

“Yingxing.” Dan Feng began to cry, his large blue eyes like stormy oceans. 

Xingxing rocked in response.  “Let me get you some food, please calm down.” Yingxing breathed a sigh of relief. When Dan Feng went for a long time without feeding he threatened to leave their home, threatened to leave Yingxing— He’d destroy things in his mania.

Dan Feng calmed and wrapped his arms around Yingxing. “I destroyed all your bottles…I’m sorry.” 

“I-It’s okay, I can get more from the hardware store.” Yingxing pulled the gasoline canister towards them, fumbling with the top screw. “I need you to drink..but-but we need to spread it out. This donor wasn’t as resourceful as I had planned.” 

Dan Feng stopped crying immediately, he sniffed. “I should have gone outside and gotten my own blood sack.” 

“Dan Feng…” Xingxing pleaded as he grabbed a coffee cup from the basement counter. He filled it with blood from the tank and handed it to Dan Feng.

Dan Feng took the offering, his eyes looking down at the measly stipend of blood that he had just been given. “Thank you, Yingxing.” He greedily gulped down the blood as Yingxing began preparing the rest of the blood.

"I expect to see you cleaning that up later." Yingxing smiled as he pointed at the mess that Dan Feng had made.

The response from Dan Feng was a growl. 

Using the tube funnel system, Yingxing was able to siphon all the blood into individual blood bags before he set them in the fridge. Dan Feng liked it when Yingxing used glass jars to harvest blood…but since he had smashed his supply Yingxing had to use the bags.

All while he worked, Dan Feng watched him from a corner of the basement in his usual chair. Arms crossed, legs crossed — He was Yingxing's supervisor.

“You don’t have to look so upset.” Yingxing grumbled as he finished cleaning up. 

“I’m not upset.” Dan Feng said stiffly. 

“Yes you are.” Yingxing walked over to the chair, looking down at the small man. His voice was accusatory, tired.

Dan Feng narrowed his eyes. “Don’t use that tone at me. I’ve been starving for the last two weeks and a half.” 

“And as your loyal servant and lover, I’m tired of you acting up the second you feel the pangs return…I’m not young like I used to be.” Yingxing kneeled down in front of the chair, he took a hold of Dan Feng’s cold hand, rubbing circles on his palm. “I love you.” Yingxing repeated. 

Dan Feng’s lips formed a narrow line. “I know you do.” Finally, he relented. “I’m sorry, Yingxing. I know you work very hard to keep me safe.” 

“I do, I really-really do.” Yingxing pressed his cheek to Dan Feng’s palm, he could feel…some warmth deep down in there. “I will try harder next time to get more blood… but until then please. I just need you to be patient with me. I despise it when you're too bratty.” 

"Bratty?" Dan Feng sniffed and leaned down, kissing into Yingxing’s hair. “Can you take a bath with me?” 

Yingxing looked up. He was running on two hours of sleep…If he didn’t go to bed now he wouldn’t sleep at all. “Dan Feng…I…” He hesitated, he couldn’t deny the pleading look on Dan Feng’s face. “Yes.” 

“A-ah Yingxing…” Lukewarm water, partially drained. A wild grin spread across Dan Feng’s face as he moved his hips in tandem with Yingxing. Bouncing on his familiar’s sizable cock. Dan Feng’s cunt was dripping, adding to the moisture that was already around them. Despite being incredibly tired, Yingxing still had enough energy to fuck his master. His brows furrowed as did his best to keep up with the immortal. 

“Y-you’re so tight.” Yingxing grunted as he squeezed Dan Feng’s tiny waist. 

“All for you…Only for you…” Dan Feng wrapped his arms around Yingxing as he continued to rock his hips. “Mm…I’m almost there.” He planted a sloppy kiss on Yingxing’s cheek.

“Mm.” Yingxing closed his eyes and picked up speed, Slamming Dan Feng’s hips down on his cock, getting him as close as they possibly could be. Dan Feng rescinded with a little giggle, Leaning away from the man and giving his body a little wiggle as rubbed his clit— He came, letting out a little squeak as Yingxing thrusted upward a few more times. It was his turn to cum, painting Dan Feng’s infertile womb with hot seed.

Dan Feng always relished in the sight of Yingxing spent, breathing heavily. He lifted himself off of his girth and made a show of watching dollops of cum leak from his pussy. 

“Don’t you wish you could get me pregnant…” Dan Feng grinned widely as he spread around some of the cum and allowed a sizable droplet to linger on his fingers. “Should I eat it instead? Even if it’ll make my throat burn and my stomach ache?” 

Yingxing grabbed Dan Feng’s wrist and kissed him on the cheek. “Stop that, Anyway…you’ve done it before and complained for the next two days, It won’t kill you, you're just dramatic.” 

“Too bad I’m a vampire and not a succubus, right?” Dan Feng’s nails played with a scar on Yingxing’s chest. “I love you, A-Xing.” 

“I love you too.” Tired, Yingxing slumped into the man. 

“Call out of work.” Dan Feng said as his eyes lingered on the clock.

“No…Nobody will be able to open the shop and I need to be there.” He used the lukewarm water to clean off Dan Feng’s cunt before dragging the two of them out of the tub. 

“We’re going to move eventually, I don’t understand why you find the place so enjoyable.” Dan Feng allowed Yingxing to carry him to the counter and set him down. 

Yingxing stared at his reflection. Despite the mirror being quite large, the only person that was in view was him. “It’s a good medium for the things I need to do for you. So stop your griping. It’s fairly easy for me to fudge inventory numbers. I won’t say that’s a blessing in disguise for the tools I need.” 

“I know…but you work six days a week because those owners refuse to hire another part-timer.” Dan Feng moaned as he hopped off the counter and walked, naked, to the door.

“Maybe I’ll ask the owner again…see what he says…We have been getting busier lately.” Yingxing tiredly rubbed at his head.

“Please. For me.” 

Dan Feng walked out of the bathroom, leaving Yingxing groaning. He could sleep for an hour…perhaps. He’d just be a few minutes late to open the shop.

Chapter Text

The next day for Yingxing didn’t go as smoothly as he would have liked it to go. The store was incredibly busy and Caelus was running late so Yingxing was stuck responding to questions, answering the phone and ringing customers up. The lines under his eyes were more present as Caelus finally burst through the door with his apron half-way tied and his earbuds still in. 

He apologized profusely but Yingxing still had to scold him. 

“Thanks for letting me know, but next time you’re late I’ll have to give you the cold shoulder.”  Yingxing jested as Caelus was able to take over for the register so Yingxing could run to the back and take a phone call. The store owner was checking up on him. Now he could ask the question that had been nagging at him all morning. “I’m going to take this call, Caelus, if you need help– just yell.”  Yingxing hurried to the back office and Caelus responded with finger guns.

The older gentleman, Pavel, was on hold and Yingxing was quick to answer: “Afternoon, Pavel. How’re you doing?” Yingxing asked politely. 

“Great, great. Store seems busy!” Pavel sounded like he was un a rush.

“Yes, sir…It’s really been picking up given the spring season.”

“Yes, I heard— It’s very nice. That garden seed store about two miles down? I heard they’re closing. The owner said he’s moving out of the country, doesn’t have anyone to take the business over for him. Heard his son died a few months ago.” 

“Oh, wow…That sounds awful.” Yingxing feigned concern.

Pavel on the other hand, seemed somewhat chipper. “Well, the bright side, more people will be coming to our shop for seeds. Next order can you put that down? We’ll need to stock up.” 

“Yes, of course…Actually, Pavel— I have to ask you something.” 

“Yes?” Pavel’s tone was more serious.

“Well, I’d like to hire one more person for the season. Since it's been awfully busy and if Caelus has to call out again, I might be stuck working a double again and unfortunately…well the wife will be rather cross with me if I bail out on another date night.” 

Pavel went silent for a moment. “Ah, you know what— Yes, let’s hire someone else. Make sure they can lift those boxes though! I don’t want anyone who isn’t capable ... .and uh, college, university – whatever,  student or somethin’-- willing to work for cheaper like Caelus.” 

It was Yingxing’s turn to go silent. “So a part timer?” 

“Yes! Yes… Can’t have too many full-time employees, that’ll cut into your benefits!” The man laughed jovially.

“Yes, sir. I’ll start with Caelus then. I’m sure he has some university friends willing to work for those terms.”

“Perfect! Keep up the amazing work, Yingxing! I gotta go.” 

“Have a good day, Pavel.” Yingxing frowned as he pulled the phone away from his ear.

Pavel barely replied a goodbye before the line clicked and Yingxing was left to stand there in the room. Well, a part timer was better than nothing. Between Caelus and the new person they could split shifts and Yingxing might even get an extra day off.

Yingxing walked back onto the sales floor and rejoined Caelus, offering to help out with some customers looking to make a chicken pen. 

As soon as most of the customers cleared out, Yingxing was finally able to speak to Caelus by himself. The young adult was singing a rather tone-deaf tune as he stocked the candy in front of the counter.

“Hey Caelus, I have a quick bone to pick with you.” Yingxing smiled brightly at the young man.

Caelus jumped up. “I swear I wasn’t going to eat one of the nougat bars.” 

Yingxing frowned briefly. “I hope not, Pavel will throw a fit when he sees the inventory numbers for our candy.” Yingxing's tone was sardonic, they both knew that Pavel did not care about the candy. 

“Whatcha need?” Caelus hoisted up the box he was pulling candy bars from and set it on the counter. 

“Do you have any friends who need a job? Pavel just gave me the go-ahead to hire a new person. Preferably someone who could lift a box.” The grin returned to Yingxing’s face.

“Oh! You know what— Yes. My good friend. He’s been needing a new job since we both lost our jobs at the university bookstore…erm, kinda my fault but they were looking for new freshman to hire anyway.”  Caelus waved his hand. “Anyway, He’d be perfect, I know he’s got bills to pay.” 

Yingxing blinked. Caelus’ pension for over-explaining things was getting to him. “Well, bring him over. We can fill out the application while I do his interview.” Yingxing didn’t feel like putting the help wanted sign on the door, and he wanted to get somebody in as soon as possible. He couldn’t risk another one of Dan Feng’s famous fits. 

“Sure! We can stop by tomorrow after class. How does that sound?” 

“That sounds amazing.” Yingxing patted Caelus on the shoulder. “Thanks a lot.” 

“Of course! Oh, here—” Caelus handed something over to Yingxing. “A customer left this for you when you were in the back taking that call.” 

Yingxing took the folded up piece of paper, It had a small spider drawn on the top— He knew who it was from. “Thanks, appreciate it.”  He tucked the letter into his pocket.

“Aww, I thought you were going to read it out loud.” Caelus pouted. 

“Ahah. Don’t get too nosey or I’ll be tempted to assign you to lug all those broken bags of dirt around to the half-off shelves.” 

“Gods, no.” Caelus immediately shook his head and went back to stocking the candy.

Yingxing breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away, letting Caelus know he was going to go stock some of the power tools that had just come in on a delivery truck the afternoon before. He looked down at his phone. He had a few messages, all from Dan Feng.  Yingxing regretted giving the man a smart phone, but knew he’d die of boredom if he didn’t have that at least. 

They had an agreement: and a thin line was always being walked when Dan Feng was in a sour mood. 

The basic rules:

• Stay home
• Do not come into contact with any other Vampires.
• No magic
• No blood banks
• Yingxing does the harvesting
• No tricking anyone into inviting you in
• Should you need to leave the home, Yingxing must be with you.

Dan Feng had broken the basics several times, but Yingxing could only ensure that these rules were a ‘suggestion’ because what else could he do to a 300 year old Vampire lord. Dan Feng may be bratty– hopelessly obsessed with Yingxing, but he was still powerful. Still able to do things that Yingxing could only fathom. It was because of their bond that Dan Feng even allowed Yingxing to set any sort of ground rules.

Dan Feng was not well liked by other vampires and he knew it. 

Yingxing walked to the boxes and began to lug them over to the power tool aisle. Using his key to unlock the cases that protected the tools from being stolen. He had an excuse to read the note:

Bladie

 

I know you told me not to call you that but I can’t help it~ You’re so funny in a little hardware store, working like a good hubby. That casual eight to six shift and a pickup truck. So sweet. 

 

I have that thing you asked about last time we met. I can bring it to you if you wish. But you need to promise not to tell the wifey who supplied it to you. Burn this letter in the alley behind the store if you want it still– If not I’ll find another customer for it.

 

Love and Kisses ~ K.

Yingxing didn’t like being called Bladie, It was a name he had deviated from years ago. He returned to being Yingxing when he and Dan Feng had started to settle down– become what they are today. 

But…he did still want what he was promised. Yingxing used the excuse of throwing out the empty boxes to take them to the alley behind the store. He folded them up easily and threw them into the cardboard dumpster before he quietly put a lighter to the note. It sparked and when the ashes fell to the dirty concrete he was sure he saw a flash of violet spider web in the cracks of the asphalt. 

Luckily the rest of Yingxing’s shift went much better than earlier. With Caelus’ help they were able to close the store on time and were out by six fifteen with all the prep-work they had done to ensure the store was tidy and the tills were counted. Yingxing waved goodbye to the college student before going to his truck.

He looked back down at his phone — Shit . 

Yingxing was so distracted by the letter he had completely forgotten to reply back to Dan Feng’s text messages. 

Dwagonwaif:  dont forget the bottles

Dwagonwaif: also can you get that book for me?

Dwagonwaif: the one that just came out — it’s the fourth in the series..

Dwagonwaif: don't accidentally get the wrong book again

Dwagonwaif: I know you’re at work but can you respond with at least an emoji?

Dwagonwaif: hello?

Dwagonwaif: yingxing?

Dwagonwaif: I’ll knock over your plants 

Dwagonwaif: 😣

Dwagonwaif: well

Yingxing felt his heart drop into his ass. The ‘well’ could only mean one thing: Dan Feng was pissed again. The older man fumed, how was he supposed to constantly keep up with Dan Feng when he had a job to attend to — ON TOP of attending to him??

He rushed over to the bookstore, knowing well they closed in 30 minutes. Dan Feng used to hate reading fantasy books, but lately he started becoming more open minded. Perhaps it was because he had read almost everything…another thing that was difficult for Yingxing. Lugging all of Dan Feng’s books around when they moved to a new house. Most of the time they had to leave some of them behind and Dan Feng typically went out of his way to buy new books to replace the ones that had been lost.

The bookstore was homely, smelled of coffee from the small cafe they had in the center of the shop. Yingxing found the book in question and nearly ran it to the register to purchase it. The employees at this particular shop were well acquainted with Yingxing. He’d go there regularly for Dan Feng. 

“Evening Yingxing— Woah, you look tired!” The girl behind the counter started. Her mousy brown hair and green eyes were always a sort for sore eyes. Qingque never ask questions and always wanted to get people out of the way so she could do as little work as she possibly could.

“I am. Uhm…This is the newest book in this series…right?” Yingxing had to make sure, less he risk another outburst.

“Uhhhhmmm errrmmmmm.” The girl narrowed her eyes at the cover before scanning the book. “Oh yeah, for sure. Just came out today. Haha.” 

“Perfect. Go ahead and put it in the bag with uhm…” Yingxing took a pretty, ornate fountain pen from a display and set it down in front of Qingque to ring up. The gemstones in its base were the same color as Dan Feng’s eyes. 

“This is a fifty dollar pen…Oh well! I’ll tell my boss I upsold this to you and maybe she’ll let me work in the music section for a few days.” She hummed and punched out Yingxing’s total. He pulled out a wad of cash and handed her the bills. YIngxing barely waited for her to give him his receipt and change before he was setting off back to his truck. He had about fifteen minutes to get home. 

XY: Babe.

XY: I’m so sorry. 

XY: I’m coming home now.

XY: It’s been very busy at the shop today.

XY: I have the bottles, and your book.

There was no response from Dan Feng. But Yingxing knew that would be the case. He knew Dan Feng was probably fuming in his casket or curled up in his chair watching reruns of his favorite hospital drama.

He got back in less than fifteen minutes, given that Yingxing had driven over the speed limit, but he didn’t care. The sooner he was home, the easier I’d be to de-escalate the storm. When he opened the door to the dark house, it was oddly quiet. Save for the sound of a TV downstairs. 

Sure enough, Dan Heng was seated, curled up in his chair in the basement, his chin resting on his knees as he held the TV remote in one hand. 

“I’m sorry.” Yingxing immediately said.

“Stop apologizing. You got the book and that’s all I care about right now.” Dan Feng outstretched his free hand.

Yingxing stood there, taken aback for a moment. He had fully expected Dan Feng to explode. Instead, he seemed oddly fine.

“Here.” Yingxing walked over to Dan Feng and placed the bag around his wrist. “Your book, and something extra.” 

Dan Feng finally looked at Yingxing, his eyebrows knitted as he looked into the contents of the bag.  He fished out the book and set it on the arm of the chair before taking out the fancy box that housed the expensive pen. He opened it and stared down at the pen for a while.

“Cute, a little dull.”  Dan Feng said before setting the pen aside, He went back to watching TV.

Yingxing opened his mouth. He deserved this, yup – yup. This was Dan Feng’s motive now. Be casually insulting and passive aggressive.

Yingxing wasn’t sure what he liked worse. “Anyway, I have an interview tomorrow for a new employee. I’ll probably hire them. It’s a friend of Caelus’. “ 

“Oh, that’s nice. So you think you’ll get to have two days off instead of one?” Dan Feng’s blue eyes wandered, but still didn’t meet Yingxing’s gaze.

“Yes. It also seems like they'll want hours so that’s a plus. As long as I train Caelus on how to open and close the store and count the tills then I can definitely have more time to spend with you…Doesn’t that sound nice?” Yingxing leaned down next to the chair like he always did to get on Dan Feng’s level, to ensure the man was listening.

“Can you trust Caelus with that?” Dan Feng looked back at Yingxing, expression skeptical.

“Oh…Ye-yeah. I think he’ll be fine.” Yingxing did have second thoughts. Perhaps he’d need to see how this new hire was… maybe he’d be a little better suited to count tills properly.

“Hmph.” Dan Feng frowned, but he finally brought his fingers to Yingxing’s cheek. “I miss being with you all the time.”

“One day.” Yingxing pressed his cheek closer to Dan Heng’s fingers. “Until then, I just ask you to be patient with me…please.” 

“I’ve always been patient with you.” Dan Feng took a hold of Yingxing’s much larger hand, running his fingers between his rough palm. He brought the hand to his cheek in turn, rubbing himself against his lover like an overgrown cat. “I love you so much, Yingxing. Please don’t ever leave me.” 

Yingxing nodded, he felt a lump in the back of his throat.

CHOMP!

Dan Feng had bitten into Yingxing’s palm. Specs of scarlet flashed in his eyes as his fangs drew blood and Yingxing tried not to recoil. This was not the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. Dan Feng sometimes snacked on him…it was fine as long as he didn’t go overboard. He’d never turn Yingxing. Yingxing had asked Dan Feng to never allow him to become a Vampire.

“Dan Feng…” YIngxing winced as he pulled his hand away from his love, who’s lips were stained with blood. “You cannot do that without warning me…remember what we talked about." Yingxing stared at his bleeding palm before bringing it back to Dan Feng, allowing him to finish drinking the blood, it shouldn’t go to waste. Greedily, the beautiful creature began to lap up the blood, ensuring to make it as sensual as he could. Yingxing’s fingers shook as he watched Dan Feng.

“I’ll eat you out tonight. How does that sound? Will that be enough for forgiveness?”

Dan Feng paused as he slid his tongue across his lips. “Fine.” 

Yingxing forced a smile, kissing Dan Feng on the forehead. “I’m going to make something to eat, and I’ll be back down, okay?”

Dan Feng nodded, curling back up in his chair, his fingers flipping the new pen around between his slender fingers.

Dan Feng's pale legs spread across the arms of his chair, Yingxing obediently between them. His tongue eagerly flicked across the pretty vampire’s clit. It was such a lovely sight. Dan Feng had not been wearing underwear underneath the pleated wrap skirt he tended to wear around the house. He was holding back the silks as he breathed heavily. “Y-yingxing…H-harder.” 

Violet eyes looked up at Dan Feng, he didn’t speak but a grin spread across his lips. He loved seeing the man that tormented him so much like this. He buried his head further into Dan Feng’s folds, his tongue exploring his entrance before suckling hard on his lover’s puckered clit. Warm juices would leak into Yingxing’s ready mouth, and he eagerly swallowed, ensuring not a single droplet was wasted. Just like Dan Feng drank his blood, he’d drink Dan Feng’s arousal. 

“A-ah! Yingxing~” Dan Feng’s eyes screwed shut, his legs shaking as he came, squirting — dousing the bigger man’s chin in fresh ejaculation. 

“I didn’t even get to finger you this time…Coming just from my tongue now?” Yingxing smiled as moved up to kiss Dan Feng’s stomach. “So pretty.” 

Dan Feng was breathing harshly. “You’re just getting better…or maybe that blood I drank earlier just got me worked up.” A playful smile spread across Dan Feng’s face as he wrapped his legs around Yingxing’s shoulders, using the large man as a leg rest.  “Need me to take care of you?” 

Yingxing shook his head. “I’m okay…I need to get to bed.” 

He didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure, I can always suck you off before you fall asleep.”

Yingxing chuckled. “No, really, Dan Feng. I’ll get too worked up. I’d want to fuck you more and I can’t afford another night of no sleep.” 

“Fine.” Dan Feng pouted but he moved his legs off of Yingxing. 

The rest of the night was surprisingly well. Dan Feng had sat in bed with Yingxing until he fell asleep and retreated to his basement room where no sun could reach him. Yingxing had a good night’s sleep even when he had to ride out an erection. 

He left a note for Dan Feng on the door to the basement and set out for his shift at the shop. Yingxing had a little bounce in his step, feeling rather happy about how we had somehow avoided a huge fit from Dan Feng the night before and also was ‘interviewing’ a new employee. By himself, Yingxing was easily able to open the shop, awaiting Caelus and his friend. He had texted earlier on in the day saying he would stop by after class, Around twelve. So Yingxing had some time to kill and, thankfully, the store was not as busy as the day before. 

Time sped by, Yingxing had been able to reorganize the spray paints before he needed to go back to the front and greet Caelus. 

“Hiii!” Caelus waved, standing by the counter. The person he was with was standing behind him. A young man a good few inches shorter than the grey-haired boy.

Yingxing assumed a cheery nature. “Hello—” He stopped in his tracks as Caelus stepped aside and Yingxing was able to get a good look at the stranger. “Dan Feng?” 

Caelus and the other both blinked at Yingxing in confusion.

The boy looked awfully a lot like Dan Feng…but, now that his eyes were adjusting he was seeing the difference. Short, dark-chocolate hair, Grey-blue eyes. His skin retained some color that Dan Feng did not have. 

“Sorry–” Yingxing did his best to recover. “I misspoke—”

“You got my name wrong…but erm, how did you know?” The boy frowned. 

“Dan Heng?” Caelus looked equally confused.

Yingxing waved his hand. “Sorry, Caelus said your name yesterday.” He did his best to recover. His palms were sweaty. This was strange. Was Dan Feng playing a trick on him? No—this was not possible. Sunlight was clearly peaking through the storefront windows.

“I did?” Caelus seemed to be second guessing himself. He obviously didn’t but Yingxing knew the man wouldn’t put it past himself to -not- say the other’s name in passing.

“Yes, you did.” Yingxing nodded reassuringly.

“Ah, I did!” Caelus patted Dan Heng on the shoulder. Dan Heng’s expression didn’t change.

“Ah…I see.” He looked at Yingxing.  “It’s nice to meet you Yingxing-lǎobǎn.” Dan Heng bowed his head. 

“A-ah no need to be so formal. Just call me Yingxing. We’ll do the interview here while the store is slow.” He walked behind the counter and rifled through the papers he had prepared the night before. The old store application. He was sure nobody had filled one out since Caelus had started working at the store. He handed it to Dan Heng.

“Of course, Yingxing.” The young man took the paper and was quick to remove his own pen from the messenger bag he had slung over his shoulder. Caelus took a step back and started messing around on his phone.

“So, Dan Heng. Feel free to fill out the paperwork…but while you do that, tell me a few things about yourself.” Yingxing’s eyes wandered to the man’s clothes. He was dressed modestly. A long-sleeved grey shirt and black pants. He had a gold necklace tucked down his shirt and Yingxing could see just a sliver of a black tank top or bra underneath the shirt. He was thin like Dan Feng— about the same height as well. The names…could not be a coincidence.

Dan Heng hesitated. “Well, as you know already I’m Dan Heng…I go to the same University as Caelus— I’m a year ahead of him though. I’m actually going to graduate this year.” He went silent for a few moments as he continued to fill out the application. “I like to play chess, I like to write...” 

“You should read Dan Heng’s stories, they’re super good— like movie worthy.” Caelus interjected, looking up from his phone.

Yingxing gave Caelus a slightly stern look. “Let Dan Heng talk, Caelus.” 

“Oops, yeah!” He shut his mouth and the floor was returned to Dan Heng.

Dan Heng on the other hand went a little pink in the cheeks. 

Cute. Yingxing thought. 

“I don’t really have much to say. Well, in regards to myself…But for employment…I used to work at a bookstore and I’m knowledgeable on POS devices and I’m good at book keeping. I used to do all the stores' inventories almost all by myself and I have a good memory for customers so I can easily remember orders and regulars.” 

Yingxing nodded thoughtfully. Well he was already going to hire Dan Heng. But now…his strange situation had complicated things. Was it really just a coincidence? It couldn’t be…The name and the appearance- It wasn’t like Dan Heng and Dan Feng were common names in these parts.  “That sounds great. You know what. Let me discuss things with the boss and I’ll be right back.” 

Yingxing stood there for a few moments, hoping the two of them got the joke before he started speaking. “Anyway, I think you’re hired.”

Dan Heng blinked again, looking surprised. “Uhm…are you sure? I can give you some references and–” 

Yingxing cut him off. “Dan Heng, don’t worry. Caelus is your reference. I need another body in this store ASAP and I don’t really have time to shop around for a good worker when I have a good one right here already.” YIngxing grinned.

The smaller man looked relieved. “Oh, thank you. I erm…I’ll give you my class schedule so you won’t schedule me on conflicting times. Erm, every two weeks I do need a Tuesday morning off.” He looked down at the application before sliding it back over to Yingxing.

“That’s fine. As long as there’s two days a week where you and Caelus can work without me.” Yingxing chuckled. 

Caelus leaned over to Dan Heng and shot him a loud whisper. “His wife naggin’ him.” 

Yingxing shot Caelus another look. “Anyway, how soon can you start? I’d just need to file some of your information for the tax offices.” 

Dan Heng managed a small smile. Very, very cute. “I can start working as soon as possible. Tomorrow?” 

“Perfect. I’ll be here. Don’t forget a proof of residence and a valid ID. Say—actually this is an odd question. Where are you from?” 

“Oh, from Luofu. Born and raised…Until I came here.” Dan Heng’s gaze went back to Caelus for a moment. Caelus had gone back to his phone.

“Ah! Small world. I was raised in Zhuming before I moved to Luofu. That’s where my wife is from. You two might get along.”  Yingxing let out a small chortle.

“Whaaaa…Meet Yingxing’s wife? I’ve never even gotten the honor.” Caelus looked up from his phone and made an exaggerated frown.

Dan Heng’s eyes flicked from Caelus to Yingxing. He looked mildly uncomfortable. “Maybe.” 

Yingxing caught onto Dan Heng’s expression. He waved his hand. “Sorry, I made that awkward– Anyway, you two are welcome to head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Dan Heng. How does Eleven thirty sound? I’d be eleven thirty to five thirty.” 

Dan Heng nodded, his expression relaxing. “That sounds fine.” 

The house was quiet again, it was past eight. Yingxing had stopped by the store on the way home for some groceries. The kitchen light had been turned on which meant Dan Feng had gone upstairs. Dan Feng only came up to the main floor after the sun went down, despite their black out curtains. Yingxing called out. Looking for the man.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to bring up Dan Heng to him yet. He had a feeling that Dan Feng may not take it so lightly. He’d most likely want to see Dan Heng or perhaps he’d think Yingxing was hallucinating.

“Dan Feng?” no answer. Yingxing walked to the living room. The patio door was agape. Dan Feng must be in the backyard. The tall man opened the door and walked out into the rather overgrown garden. He hadn’t had time to maintain it as much as he would have liked. Dan Feng was by the overgrown Sky-Blue Aster bush. He was picking at the weeds that were cropping up at the base of the bush.

“Dan Feng?” Yingxing repeated.  “How was your day, babe?”

Dan Heng looked over his shoulder for a moment. Despite it being evening, he was wearing a straw hat atop his head. “Boring, as usual.” 

“Did you already read the book?” Yingxing crossed his arms over his chest. 

“No. I’m saving the last half for when I’m destitute.” He threw weeds over his shoulder. 

“Decided to pick up gardening again? I can get you some supplies.” Yingxing walked up to Dan Feng and grabbed his wrist, looking at his dirty and scratched palm. “Wear gloves.” 

“It’s not like I can get a cut.” Dan Feng fumed. 

“What about a wooden splinter? That’ll burn you.” Yingxing responded harshly. “Wear. Gloves.” 

Dan Feng rolled his bright blue eyes. “Yes, daddy.” He said mockingly. He got up and wrenched his hand away from Yingxing. “Get me gloves.”

Yingxing sighed and retreated back over to the little garden shed, opening it and scrounging through its contents. He found the gloves behind a watering can. He checked for holes before returning to his love and placing the gloves in his palms. “Here.” 

Another dangerous look from Dan Feng, but he put on the gloves nonetheless.  “How was your day?” 

Yingxing shrugged. “Good. I hired Caelus’ friend. He seems promising.” 

“Good, a ‘he’, don’t need anyone to distract you.” Dan Heng knelt back down in front of the bushes, pulling at a crop of thistle weeds. 

“You know…He reminds me of you. A lot.” Yingxing tread carefully around his words. 

“Yeah?” Dan Feng didn’t look up from his work, uninterested. 

“Say…do you have any relatives that are still alive?” Yingxing asked casually.

Dan Heng went still, he slowly turned to look over his shoulder at Yingxing, a suspicious look crossing his beautiful features. “No…why do you ask?”

“Nothing, just curious.” Xingxing didn’t like the look that was crossing Dan Feng’s face.

“No, tell me.” Dan Feng got up and moved to look up at Yingxing.

Yingxing gulped as he looked down at the man. There was no getting out of this now.

“That boy I hired…He looks like you..but maybe younger. It’s eerie. Maybe I would have put it aside… but his name—  It’s Dan Heng.” 

Dan Feng’s eyes widened.  “Oh.” 

Yingxing started, he didn’t expect a ‘oh’ he expected an outburst. “Oh?”

Dan Feng turned and pressed his fingers to his chin, thinking deeply. “Interesting. And he’s definitely a boy?” 

Yingxing looked dumbfounded. “Yes he is, why does that matter?”

“No, I’m just curious because years and years ago…before I met you. I had performed a spell. A difficult one to split a small fragment of my soul should I need a backup body or… Well anyway. I thought it had failed, horribly…” Dan Feng’s expression changed then…he was smiling?

Yingxing was confused as ever. “Are you saying this young man is somehow that small fragment of yourself that you split off hundreds of years ago?”

“Yes! Oh, thank the night. I am— I am great! I did it! It just must have shot itself forward in time and landed in some unfortunate person’s life.” Dan Feng had removed his gloves and slapped them back into Yingxing’s palms.

“W-wait a moment. How can we even prove this, maybe this really is all a coincidence. Doppelgangers exist.” Yingxing pleaded as Dan Feng began walking back towards the house. 

“Yeah, and somehow this dobbleganger’s parents decided to name him Dan Heng...like some cosmic creature insisted on it.” Dan Feng scoffed as he strolled into the kitchen and immediately went to the door to the basement. “I need to meet him.” 

“Dan Feng…” Yingxing had grabbed Dan Feng’s wrist. “You know you can’t do that.” 

The small man paused and turned to look at Yingxing. “You’ll stop me?” 

“Yes.” Yingxing frowned. “We cannot confirm anything.” 

“I’ll meet him, even if you’re with me or not.” Dan Feng snapped. 

Yingxing was strong, he was able to hold Dan Feng firm.  “My love…Please, let’s plan something. I can’t just bring him here or bring him to you without some sort of plan. T-this could be dangerous. I can’t risk you getting caught… Me getting caught.” 

Dan Feng, finally, relented. “Fine.”  

Yingxing breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Chapter Text

“How’d you two meet?” 

It was a question Yingxing found rather loaded.

Nineteen was he? When he was contracted to work for the royal court. A blacksmith— mostly making horseshoes and silverware. The time for war was gone by that point and everything was about parading around wealth. Yingxing knew how to make swords though, he longed for the blade ever since he first witnessed someone drop a hammer on hot steel. The red sparks that flew across the air and disappeared like ghosts, it was mesmerizing. 

Dan Feng had come to him, commissioned a dagger— made with select jewels from a silken pouch. He had told Yingxing his name, because he wanted it engraved at the base of the blade.

He looked pretty that day, ethereal even. His hair tied up with a red ribbon, his hanfu embroidered with white moths. A jade hoop glowed upon his left wrist. 

“What is your name, young man?” Dan Feng had lingered by the door after delivering the gemstones.

“Yingxing, my lord.” A young Yingxing said in a tone that tried to imitate bravado. 

Yingxing had never seen A-Feng before. The other servants said he was reclusive, sickly— only royals were allowed to set eyes on him. But here he was— talking to Yingxing.  Dan Feng smiled the second he had heard his name. 

“I look forward to seeing your craftsmanship.” 

Dan Feng had not returned to the forge. Yingxing had to deliver the blade to the royal court, but he was not permitted to see the man in person. He was too lowly of a servant. But that didn’t stop Dan Feng from delivering him rare gifts. First it was persimmons from the east, then a wooden box of bronze buckles. As a young craftsman he had ensured nothing he was given went to waste. 

His family by then, was long dead. His ‘uncle’ was the one that brought him to the court to work, but the man was from a different city– The forge master before him had passed, only a year after Yingxing’s apprenticeship. It was a mysterious death– at the time.

Yingxing knew better now. But then– the second he set eyes on Dan Feng, he thought he could do no ill. He was an angel in his eyes.

Ah, to be young and wrong. Dan Feng did not come to visit him again for another two years.

Dan Heng arrived for his shift early, But Yingxing didn’t mind. It gave him time to show Dan Heng the tiny employee break room where there was a small sink, the tiniest of mini-fridges and a microwave. A small round table, where Yingxing occasionally enjoyed his meals should he have time. 

“Here, you can have this locker.” Yingxing walked over to a locker that used to belong to elderly woman who once worked at the store. There still was a notebook and a pack of cigarettes inside it. Yingxing was quick to clear it out so Dan Heng could set his bag inside. “I can get you a lock for it, if you like…But it’s only really us that comes back here, Pavel— the owner, doesn’t visit the store very often. Maybe once every two weeks– if even that.” 

“He trusts you.” Dan Heng added, he turned his phone off and tucked it into his pocket. 

“You don’t need to turn your phone off.” Yingxing blinked down at the young man. His resemblance to Dan Feng really was starting to get to him. He even moved his fingers like him.

“Oh…Okay, sorry. I’ve gotten used to turning my phone off at school and my last job as well.” Dan Heng obediently turned his phone back on before quickly tucking the device back into his pocket.

“It’s okay! We had to go through some safety protocol a year ago due to an incident a few blocks down and keeping your phone on is one of those safety precautions, But if not we have a phone back in the office...” Yingxing pointed to a door that led to Yingxing’s tiny office, which housed the business’ safe and only computer. “...and the other is by registers. Dial nine to get out, and then you can dial 331 to use the intercom.” 

Yingxing moved to the rack that had a few aprons hanging on it, he grabbed the one worn previously by the ex employee, he had laundered it a few months ago out of pure habit and walked it back over to Dan Heng. Thankful, it was cut shorter, meaning it would be perfect for Dan Heng. “Here you go. I can get a nametag made for you soon, but for now feel free to use a sticker.” 

“Thanks.” Dan Heng took the apron and hooked it over his arm. “Do you mind if I sit back here and read while I wait for my shift to start?” 

“Of course, come find me when you’re ready.” Yingxing beamed before walking back out onto the sales floor. Dan Heng was definitely colder than Dan Feng. His body language; more demure and thoughtful. Perhaps it was just the times— it had been over 200 years since he and Dan Feng had first met, it was now a time of technology and fleeting interactions…Surely Dan Heng played video games and doom scrolled through social media, that’s what Dan Feng did, often maxing out Yingxing’s data at the end of the month.

He walked out into the store. It was a quiet morning. Yingxing busied himself with stocking some new wrench sets and helped a elderly woman with some gardening tools and when he returned Dan Heng was waiting expectantly at the front desk. He was wearing his apron, but had also placed on a pair of glasses and a silver clip, pushing back some of his bangs.

“I didn’t think you had glasses.” Yingxing complimented as he walked back behind the counter. 

“I wear contacts most of the time– but I saw the sawdust and chemicals and figured it wouldn’t be very wise.” Again, Yingxing noticed how Dan Heng held himself. Not prideful and straight like Dan Feng but unassuming, like he didn’t want to be perceived.

Yingxing was perceiving him, but purely out of curiosity. “Good thinking.” Yingxing adjusted his own glasses before going over to the register. “Let me show you how the POS system works here. It’s…a little dated, I’ve begged Pavel to get us something newer…but secretly I’m okay with this, I’d trip all over the new tech.”

“Oh, well— I’m pretty good with computers so I’m sure I could help you figure it out.” Dan Heng looked down at the register, his fingers grazing over the buttons. 

“I might just take you up on that offer.” Yingxing offered a friendly smile.

“Sure.” Dan Heng said softly.

There was an awkward pause before Yingxing jumped, he went ahead and started to explain the register, as well as the card reader. He showed Dan Heng where to get more receipt paper and how to unplug the devices should they stop working. Dan Heng followed along diligently and was quick to catch on. 

Again, Yingxing couldn’t help but think that Dan Feng would be too prideful to work a register even if he could go out during the day. 

“Well, that’s about it with the register, I count the till at the end of the day— and if you’re ever low on singles and coins– let me know.  On days that I’m not around I will make sure extra is in the till—push come to shove, use the tip jar, I’ll balance things out later.” 

Dan Heng blinked. “Wouldn’t that make your count back to the owner incorrect?” 

“Well. Yes, but it's typically not too much of a difference. As long as it’s not exceeding 10 dollars or something.” Yingxing  frowned at Dan Heng, who’s expression was a little pensive.

“So…Caelus and I are going to be here alone on Sunday?” Dan Heng asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Mhm. I hope you don’t mind. You'll have a few days to prepare before that.”  Yingxing walked back around the counter as a customer walked into the store.

Dan Heng easily adapted to the work. His fingers quick upon the register and his body language content. He was a little awkward with customers but nothing a few days wouldn’t help. Certainly he wasn’t as cheery as Caelus but Yingxing thought they would balance each other out well. Dan Heng, good with the register and money and Caelus, good with the customers and upselling. Yingxing swelled with pride. His little mundane life was just a little bit better now. 

Then he thought and it was as if a train had ran him over:

Blood. Dan Feng would need blood in a few weeks. A sinking feeling in Yingxing’s stomach. He missed the days of having ready sacrifices of criminals. Now he was no better than those criminals. He stalked, observed and killed. No other vampire would give Dan Feng the honor of partaking with them. He was exiled for a good reason. Even if Yingxing didn’t agree with it.

“Yingxing.” Dan Heng had appeared behind the man, who had been stacking a new display of tool boxes.

“Yes?” Yingxing shook his head, purging the terrible thoughts of looking for another target.

“Do you have something I can do while there’s no customers at the register?”  Dan Heng looked like he was itching to keep himself busy.

“Oh, yea—-” Yingxing looked around, a freshly delivered box of pocket tools and little register add-ons. He knelt down and handed it to Dan Heng. “Here, can you stock these at the register? You can even rearrange things if you like.” 

Dan Heng took the box, Despite his smaller stature he carried the box back to the register with ease and almost immediately went to stocking. Yingxing moved, finding a spot where he could busy himself but also watch Dan Heng from where he stood. 

He was good at this, years and years of hunting alongside a nightstalker. Being Dan Feng’s familiar hosted plenty of good things…he couldn’t die so long as Dan Feng was alive—He aged incredibly slowly- He had increased strength, stamina, he could see better at nighttime.

It never quite outweighed the downsides.

He watched Dan Heng some more. How he’d touch his chin as he was thinking, just like Dan Feng. He was incredibly thoughtful with how he rearranged shelves by the register. Yingxing did notice one thing. When Dan Heng bent over he seemed to be in pain, his hand would move to his side to better support himself and he’d twitch, flexing his fingers as he recovered. 

Odd. Yingxing thought. He was still a young man, surely he shouldn’t have too many back issues. But, unfortunately he couldn’t think more about it, a customer had approached him with a loaded question and Yingxing’s mind was pulled elsewhere.

When Yingxing had returned to the register with the customer Dan Heng was finished with his stocking and organization. He offered a small greeting to the customer as Yingxing settled two new boxes of power tools on the counter to ring up. 

“You did a great job stocking, Dan Heng.” Yingxing commented as Dan Heng started to punch in the codes to the register. Yingxing had sold the man the whole set of power tools instead of the single drill that he was looking for. 

“Thanks.” Dan Heng lowered his head, barely hiding the blush that formed on his cheek. 

Again, Yingxing thought of how incredibly cute that was. “Here let me show you how to punch in the discounts.” He walked around the counter and joined Dan Heng at his side. He gently nudged Dan Heng out of the way of the register so he could show the correct buttons to press. The smaller man seemed to hesitate for a moment, he was a tad more red as he moved and watched Yingxing finish off the transaction for the customer.

“Make sure you hand the receipt to every customer, Or put it in the bag if they ask. We had some issues a year or two back with a customer who tried to say we didn’t give her the receipt and caused all sorts of ruckus about it.”  Yingxing said the second the customer had left the store.

Dan Heng actually let out a small laugh.

“W-what?” Yingxing was taken aback.

“Nothing, sorry— just haven’t heard someone say ruckus in a while.” Dan Heng admitted.

Yingxing’s smile faltered. “Fair…I’m not really up to date on slang these days.” 

“That’s probably a good thing, I don’t think I could handle you talking like Caelus.” Dan Heng looked back down at his feet. 

“I never intended to.” Yingxing had the impulse to ruffle Dan Heng’s hair— but held back. “Anyway, erm.. Do you mind sweeping up a little while we’re slow?”

Dan Heng nodded and Yingxing went to retrieve the broom and dustpan from the utility closet, the other followed close behind and took the broom as soon as Yingxing handed it over. 

“Your wife.” Dan Heng paused, looking thoughtful again.

“Yeah?” Yingxing stopped, on his way back to the area he was stocking earlier.

“Do they work too?” 

Yingxing turned his head somewhat. “No, they stay at home.”

“A-ah…I hope they don’t get too lonely with you working so much. It must be hard.” Dan Heng began to sweep in front of the register.

“Oh, well they know how to stay busy. Recently, they even tried to bake for me…Unfortunately for me it was edible…barely.” Yingxing let out a laugh. It was true— Dan Feng had attempted to bake a cake for Yingxing for their anniversary and the bottom of the yellow cake was mostly charcoal and he had placed the whip cream on the top too soon and it had melted, making the top of the cake a soggy mess.

“I actually have a really good book about the science of baking, I don’t mind loaning if it’ll help.” Dan Heng looked back up.

“You know what, I’d love to have them read that.” Yingxing felt what little of his heart clench. This young man was too good for this world.

“I’ll bring it in on my next shift then.” Blush dusted Dan Heng’s cheeks for a moment before he quickly looked back down at his sweeping.

Yingxing watched as the manor burned. His hand clutched at a sword, but his body felt numb. Dan Feng stood in front of him. His robes singed and his face impassive. Beyond the smoke, there was the stench of blood. His years of blacksmithing for his lord— everything he had forged was being taken by the flames.

Vampires always existed, since the invention of dark magic – but Yingxing had thought them to first be just figments of storybook imaginations. Of course everything changed when Dan Feng had come to him— He had fallen in love with the idea of the perfect prince. Unfortunately his true nature was that of an unruly dragon.

Dan Feng had been banished by his fellows. The secret society of nightstalkers that had a firm grasp on much of the goings-on in their underworld. They intended to execute Dan Feng— but Yingxing couldn’t let that happen. His own house had turned on him– but Yingxing knew better— What he did was nothing compared to what his fellow vampires were capable of doing. 

Luckily nobody died that night except for the assassins that the society had sent to kill Dan Feng. All staff and servants had long abandoned Dan Feng when he was stripped of his title as lord of the village. The fire…just a stage to create the perfect fake death.

They had escaped into the night that day, fleeing to the city where they could blend in. 

Back then, it was Dan Feng that had mostly called the shots, and had navigated them through that trial. He lured in criminals for blood, made contacts with other exiles of his kind. They didn’t stop moving. Not until the world began to change. 

He had sent Dan Heng home as soon as his shift ended and had closed up the shop himself. One of the regulars at the store had commented how polite and proper Dan Heng was, while Yingxing had delivered the glowing review to a flustered Dan Heng. 

“I really didn’t do much. I just acted how I normally do.” Dan Heng said as he removed his apron.

“Well, keep up what you normally do and you’ll be a store favorite with my regular customers.” YIngxing placed his hands on his hips, beaming down at Dan Heng.

“Thanks, I uhm… I won’t forget that book next time I come in….say, this is an odd question.” Dan Heng went quiet.

“Yes?” 

The young man struggled for a moment to find his words. “You seem…really familiar. Have we met before?”

Yingxing blinked. “I…Don’t think so?” 

“Ah, sorry I asked…It was just a thought that’s been nagging since yesterday. It was like I was meeting you for the second time.” Dan Heng folded his apron and hung it across his arm. “And I had…a strange dream last night and I swear you were in it.”

Yingxing frowned, He supposed this had to do with being part of Dan Feng— wait, was that confirmation? Was Dan Heng that lost fragment of his wife? “Our subconscious likes to play weird games with us. Not going to lie, I had a similar feeling when I first saw you. But then I remembered your haircut kind of reminded me of my wife’s when I first met them.” 

Yinxing was a decent liar.

“Oh—I see. That is why you messed up my name when we first met yesterday?” The two of them began walking back to the break room where Dan Heng could grab his bag out of his locker.

“Yes.” Yingxing let out a nervous laugh. 

Silence ensued, awkward and pungent.

“Well uhm, Have a good night. I had a great first shift.” Dan Heng bowed his head. 

“You too.” Yingxing returned a little bow of his head before waving the boy off. 

Yingxing arrived home a little bit past seven. Again, the house was dark when Yinxing pulled up into the driveway. But the second he walked through the doorway he was accosted by Dan Feng who was sitting on an armchair in the front living room. 

“Hello Darling.” Yingxing chided.

“Don’t darling me, have you spoken to my vessel?” Dan Feng’s tone was venomous. 

“I…well he did his job and he was very sweet.” Yingxing sighed as he removed his jacket and hung it on a hook near the door. 

“Did he say anything strange?” Dan Feng had gotten up from the chair and padded across the room to look up at Yingxing.

Yingxing furrowed his brows at the tiny angry creature. “What do you mean strange?” 

“Strange dreams, odd memories?” Dan Feng demanded.

“Look, I only just met him, he’s not going to divulge his whole life to me…but if you must know— he told me he had Deja vu when we first met and had a dream with me in it last night.”

“Strange…you were in the dream?” Dan Feng frowned…deeply.

“Yes. But he didn’t really say anything else.” Yingxing shrugged.

“That is odd… I split my soul before I met you, so he shouldn’t have any memories of you. But…Well, you are my familiar, perhaps the power that I have given you is linking all of us in some sort of…circular bond."

“What do you plan on doing when you do meet?” Yingxing stepped around Dan Feng and moved into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, reaching for a bag of fried tofu.

“Well, I could always absorb him so we’ll be one again, but I mostly just want to take a good look at my handiwork first.” 

Yingxing frowned as he looked back at Dan Feng who was now seated at the kitchen table. 

“Absorbing him will…kill him?” Yingxing actually liked Dan Heng…even if they were barely strangers.

“Yes...Technically, Or I can take his body for myself.” Dan Feng said nonchalantly. 

“Maybe we could work something out. I’d hate for him to…get absorbed so soon into his young life.” Yingxing had abandoned his tofu on the counter.

“Yingxing. We kill people all the time, don’t act like this isn’t just another hunt.” Dan Feng leaned his head onto his palm as he looked smugly up at Yingxing.

“This is different.” Yingxing returned firmly.

“How so? The only difference is that I want to be there when it ends.”  Dan Feng was growing annoyed with Yingxing, his big blue eyes narrowed.

“I beg you. Let’s reconsider for now….please. Dan Feng.” Yingxing walked over to the table, kneeling so he could meet Dan Feng’s eyes as he did when he was trying to plead to the man.

Dan Feng looked Yingxing up and down for a good minute. “You’ll need to fuck me like a whore if you plan on changing my mind.”

Yingxing sighed, but relented. He was tired— but knew what Dan Feng meant. He grabbed Dan Feng by the scruff and dragged him over to the counter, the chair he was sitting on went clattering to the floor and a yelp left the vampire’s lips.

A wide, playful smile spread across Dan Feng’s lips as he was forced to turn around, Yingxing grabbing the man’s wrists and pinning them behind his back. With his free hand he pulled up the sarong-like skirt that Dan Feng often wore around the house. He wrenched down the man’s panties and spat on his fingers. 

“Try harder.” Dan Feng managed out as he was pressed into the laminate. 

Yingxing didn’t respond, he only scowled as he began to rub his fingers across Dan Feng’s folds, spreading his saliva across his cunt. One finger, he began to mercilessly thrust his finger inside Dan Feng, Occasionally jiggling his finger fast and pressing against his swollen clit. 

Another finger, he picked up speed, now Dan Heng’s own juices were supplying an ample amount of lubrication. The smaller man began to moan through his teeth, his eyes watery as Yingxing worked wonders to overstimulate him. 

“M-more—now.” Dan Feng managed as Yingxing continued to tease him. 

“Silence.” Yingxing demanded, If Dan Feng wanted to be fucked like a whore then he would stay in character for as long as he could. He wrenched his finger out of Dan Feng's entrance, his thumb playing with the other hole before he unzipped his pants and released his manhood. A few strokes and he was fully hard. With precision he forced himself into Dan Feng, no warning, fully sheathed. The response from Dan Feng was a gagged sound.

With Yingxing still pinning Dan Hengs hands behind his back, he began to trust at a steady pace, using the grip he had on Dan Heng as leverage as he powerfully pulled all the way out before slamming back in. Every move elicited sounds of pleasure from Dan Feng as he, words even left his throat but Yingxing could barely hear him as he continued to push himself as deep as he could. He let go of Dan Feng’s wrists, shoving his panties all the way off his legs so that he could lift one.

Now Dan Feng was shuddering, spasming, he had came the second Yingxing began to fuck him from the new angle. This elicited a smile from Yingxing— Seeing Dan Feng so powerless to his ministrations. But it wasn’t like they hadn’t been going at it like this for…two hundred years.

He didn’t stop thrusted even when Dan Feng was now making sounds of overstimulation, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself stable on the counter.  Yingxing’s grip on Dan Feng’s leg tightened. He was getting close– he picked up his pace. Dan Feng was gripping him hard after his climax, adding just a little more pleasure as Yingxing finally let out a low grunt through his teeth. 

He penetrated Dan Feng’s womb, cumming hard as he pushed Dan Feng’s leg back even further so he could ensure that not a single drop of seed was wasted. Again, it was all in vain. Dan Feng could not get pregnant— An ancient pact had ensured this – the terms of the pact Dan Feng failed to ever explain properly. 

Yingxing pulled out and let go of Dan Feng’s leg. He stepped back, breathing heavily as he tucked himself back into his pants. 

Dan Feng continued to lean against the counter, looking back at Yingxing with a rather smug look as a few droplets of cum leaked from his entrance. “How did that feel?” Dan Feng asked.

“Good.” Yingxing moved to pick up the chair that had landed on the floor before moving to grab some tissues from a box on the opposite counter.

“Do not wipe me off with those, I’ll go take a bath.” Dan Feng pushed himself off the counter and adjusted his skirt, not even bothering to grab his panties off the kitchen floor. “I said fuck me like a whore not give me aftercare like a whore.” 

Yingxing grumbled. “I’ll go up with you.” He was hungry, but it could wait, ensuring Dan Feng was appeased was the best option for him— and Dan Heng.

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Yingxing had been so distracted by Dan Heng and Dan Feng that he had not planned the next harvest. It felt stupid, in hindsight. He had promised Dan Feng he’d always be there for him, promised him he'd be the one to get the blood— risked himself to harvest.

It would be easier to walk into a blood bank and steal blood from there. But Yingxing had been barred from that method years ago, perhaps twenty years ago. Dan Feng’s kind closely watched every blood bank for their own selfish needs. If Yingxing were to steal any stock, they’d be alerted to him and Dan Feng again. 

Then…they’d make things harder for them. Yingxing couldn’t risk that. They were comfortable...happy even– to an extent. He knew he could only operate for so many years at the hardware store, before someone started connecting the dots. Dan Feng wouldn't drink the blood of drug addicts, and disliked the blood of the elderly. He would become sick if he drank from diabetics or anemics. Dan Feng and him were horrible people, but Yingxing had rationalized it in his head long ago when he and Dan Feng got married.

Yingxing recovered, pulling himself from the edge of the ship. He should be used to seasickness by now, but maybe it was the stale bread he had eaten earlier. A trip to Penacony wasn’t cheap, but Yingxing had bartered with the captain to let him be a ship-hand in return for free travel for himself…and his luggage.

A gaggle of young women who had previously been eyeing Yingxing now shied away in disgust. Yingxing looked around, grabbing his wooden box of tools and lugging off. He made an excuse to go to the luggage haul for some regular repairs. Night was approaching.

The luggage zone was quiet, thankfully. The sound of the livestock haul next door was a decent guise for him as he reached the back. A wooden chest with a big, iron padlock. He quickly unlocked it. The second he lifted the lid, Dan Feng stood up, wobbly. 

“About time you let me out.” He scoffed as he wiped his undergarments clean. “Next time we’ll just scrounge together some money. That box makes my knees ache.” 

“Sorry.” Yingxing stood up and planted a kiss on Dan Feng’s forehead. “We didn’t plan on what you’re going to do now.” 

“I brought my good dress, In a few cons I’ll have a room I can sleep in.” Dan Feng flashed a wide smile. 

“Oh. Well, I still think I’d be safer if you stay here.” Yingxing frowned.

“Gods no, it smells like chicken shit down here and I’d like a neck to sink my teeth into tonight.” Dan Feng reached down into the chest, removing a leather travel bag. So far it had gone everywhere with them.

“I can’t convince you otherwise?” Yingxing pleaded again.

“Absolutely not.” Dan Feng looked around. “What sort of hats are the ladies wearing up there, feathers?” 

Yingxing hadn’t paid attention, even when they were giggling at him. “Maybe…heron feathers? They were white.” 

Dan Feng sighed. “I don’t think this hat will fit in with the others.” Dan Feng had knelt down again to fish a hat from the depths of the trunk. 

“You’ll make statements no matter what.” Yingxing looked around nervously. “I…Should report back to the boss. You’ll come find me if there’s any trouble, right?”

“I’m always the one bailing you out.” Dan Feng smiled mischievously. He placed a chaste kiss on Yingxing’s cheek before walking off, apparently looking for a place to change into his evening gown.

Yingxing was sure Dan Feng would figure something out, but he was still nervous regardless. Once they were in Penacony, they could find a place to stay and work, they were tired of stalking red-light districts now. Dan Feng used to be a noble lord, his tastes matched his pride. He wished for something more grandeur. 

He reported back to his boss, who sent Yingxing to repair some railings on the second level deck. It was indeed a full moon tonight. He relished in the moonlight as a few passengers looked out at the ocean from the decks above him. This was the nicest, and largest boat that Yingxing had ever been on…trips like these were a highly regarded experience for the wealthy.

His stomach churned dangerously —Thankfully, there was nothing in his stomach but bile. He was out there for perhaps thirty minutes when he heard a familiar voice call to him from above. Dan Feng was leaning over the railing, a crystal glass of wine in one hand. He looked beautiful as always, disguised as a lady aristocrat. His dress of blue velvet and white lace with flowy kimono-like sleeves. His small waist wrapped in more velvet. He was wearing an unfamiliar pearl necklace. Yingxing wondered if he had stolen it.

“Good evening, seaman!” A playful grin played upon Dan Feng’s features, rouge dusting his cheeks. 

Yingxing waved him off, returning to his work. He was glad Dan Feng could have his fun. He was excellent at convincing unsuspecting people to invite him in— Sure enough, a young man had approached Dan Feng. 

Envy. It always lurked in Yingxing’s mind. He knew Dan Feng would never cheat on him. He never went further than drinking the blood of his victims. They had been together for a few decades now. A new century was upon them. New inventions, new ways of travel. New ways to hunt.

Dan Feng had wandered off with the man, laughing loudly about something. Yingxing’s knuckles whitened upon the bars he was mending. He didn’t know how long he could keep up this ruse so long as Dan Feng was terrorizing the ship at night. He wanted to be up there, grabbing Dan Feng by the waist, taking his lips in his. Tasting that vinegar for wine he might have been drinking.

“Oi, I think that lil lady had too much to drink.” Another crewman had idled up to Yingxing. “A floozy she is, waving down crewmen then running off with a passenger.” 

SLAM.

The anger that had boiled up from Yingxing was released in one foul swoop. He had punched the man straight in the jaw. He didn’t give the man time to react, the second he hit the deck Yingxing was stomping off. 

What little hope he had to spend time with Dan Feng on the boat was thrown overboard from there. Of course he was reported to his superiors and sent to work in the engine room, around the clock.

Yingxing saw Dan Heng as soon as he exited his truck. The young man was waiting by the front door, his backpack lugged over his shoulder and his eyes looking down at a small book in his hand. 

“Morning, Dan Heng.” Yingxing smiled friendly. 

He returned a wave, saving his spot in his story with a bookmark and tucking the book under his shoulder. “Good morning…I got here early again, I’m sorry.” 

Yingxing chuckled, gesturing for Dan Heng to move so he could unlock the gate that blocked the front door. “Don't apologize. This is the key that unlocks the gates to the windows and doors.” Yingxing held up a key that had been painted red. “This is the door..door.” He lifted the gate up and displayed another key, plain and bronze. "For the days that you and Caelus work — I’ll make sure you get the set over to you two…Since your availability seems a little more open, I hope you don’t mind the opening shift.” 

Dan Heng shook his head. “I’m a morning person. So it’s not an issue.” They walked inside the store.

“Good, You can go put your stuff up. I’ll stick around here and count the drawer.”  Yingxing moved around the counter, watching Dan Heng nod and leave out of the corner of his eyes. He was wearing a short sleeve today. He had a bandage at the top of his left forearm. Yingxing recognized the spot well. It was where blood was drawn.

Again, Yingxing skated the idea of Dan Heng being ill. If he really was Dan Feng’s vessel then…that couldn’t be a good thing, right?

Dan Heng returned after a few minutes, Wearing his glasses and apron. He watched Yingxing finish counting the drawer in silence before saying anything.

“Sorry..I didn’t want to distract you from counting the money but…your shirt.” He pointed to Yingxing’s shirt. He had missed a button going halfway up. Dan Heng reached out and began to fix Yingxing’s flannel shirt before he stopped, realizing what exactly he was doing. “Oh–Oh my god. I’m so sorry I don’t know what I was thinking.” Dan Heng covered his mouth, hiding how flustered he was.

“I-It’s fine, don’t worry.” Yingxing finished fixing the shirt himself. “I’m glad I have you looking out for me, I would have probably walked around like this all day.” 

“I shouldn’t have touched you without permission though…That was very unprofessional of me—Just I guess I felt oddly comfortable enough with doing that.” He turned back towards the front of the store, still covering his mouth.

“Hey don’t worry. My wife didn’t even notice when I left this morning.” Dan Feng wouldn’t, he slept in the basement in the morning. Nowadays Yingxing didn’t dare wake him up at that time.

“Oh.” Dan Heng said quietly.

“I’m poking fun. They were asleep this morning. Not a morning person in the slightest.” Yingxing walked around the counter and turned on the open sign. 

“Ah, I see.” Dan Heng returned to being stoic. “Is there anything you want me to do in the meantime?” 

Yingxing had to think. “I’d like to get you used to the register first, so why don’t you dust a little bit around the register. I’m going to head back and grab some boxes to unload. If I have anything for you I’ll bring it over.” 

“Alright.” Dan Heng stepped around the counter and began to organize the little rack that displayed the home and garden magazines.

“Good—-” Yingxing had to hold his tongue. He had nearly said ‘good boy’ and he wasn’t sure how inappropriate that would come off to Dan Heng. He walked off hoping Dan Heng didn’t notice. 

This was going to be harder than Yingxing had originally planned. How would he even broach the subject of getting Dan Feng and Dan Heng in the same room? The thought of inviting Dan Heng over sounded creepy and inappropriate as his boss. 

Yingxing rubbed at his head. He needed to harvest soon too. Perhaps he’d call for a favor, someone who could get him blood from a bank, but that didn’t run cheap. He thought about maybe going to one of the bars at the edge of town.

But he needed to ensure his blood bag was clean, suitable for Dan Feng to drink. That’s why he spent so long setting up the moment. Stress— Yingxing was beyond stressed. Perhaps that was why his hair turned white. How he started to actually age again. 

He was still handsome, well built. But the years were starting to catch up with him.

“Yingxing?” Dan Heng had rounded the corner of the shelves where Yingxing had been stocking oil bottles.

“What’s up, Dan Heng?” Yingxing responded. 

“I forgot to mention…I have that book you wanted to lend to your wife. Remind me to give it to you when I leave.” Dan Heng actually smiled.

“That’s great. I’m sure they’ll love it. I know they just finished their newest book so they’ve been itching for something else.” Yingxing got up, straightening a box on the shelf before turning to face Dan Heng.

“What were they reading?” Dan Heng blinked.

“Oh, some fantasy series set in space, something about mercenaries.” 

“Stellaron Hunters?” Dan Heng asked almost immediately.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one. You’re a reader too?” Yingxing chuckled inwardly. 

“I am, I guess you could say it’s one of my guilty pleasures. I used to never read sci-fi fantasy but…when I saw it at the bookstore, I just felt drawn to it.”

“Odd. You have to hand it to the books though, the jacket art is always amazing.” Yingxing looked around Dan Heng, ensuring there were no customers up front.

Dan Heng looked a little embarrassed again. “It is. I’m looking forward to reading the newest volume. I haven’t had a chance to read it yet.”

“Hey, how about this. I’ll let you borrow the one my wife owns in exchange for your book. It’s only fair.” 

“If that’s alright with them, I’d really appreciate it.” Dan Heng’s expression lit up. 

“Sounds like a deal— Oh, register.” Yingxing pointed back at the register where a customer had just strolled up to. Dan Heng quickly returned to ring the customer out.

The rest of the day went mostly smooth. Dan Heng worked the register and Yingxing much too much time to stew in his own thoughts. 

That was, until he heard a shout. 

Yingxing was quick to move to the register where the source of the commotion was. A middle-aged man stood there, gesticulating wildly, his face beet red. Dan Heng stood there, his eyes wide, but his posture firm. “Sir...I told you I cannot accept returns without a receipt.”

“Are you calling me a liar?! I bought this piece of shit here!” He pointed at a power drill set on the counter. Yingxing immediately knew the power drill set was not from his store. He was the one who made the orders after all, and he never stocked that brand as it had been known for its poor quality.

“Sir, I’m going to ask you to calm down.” Yingxing stepped in between the two of them. 

“What are you, the manager?! Tell your lazy employee to give me my refund!” He spat. 

“Yes, I’m the manager. And you’re yelling at my very nice employee who has done nothing wrong.” Yingxing’s eyes narrowed. He looked the man up and down. No wedding ring, clean shaven. He wore a clean pressed shirt and pants but his shoes were noticeably weathered, he didn't bother to get them shined. He looked to be the businessman type, working in one of the high-rises down the street.

“I bought this here. I didn’t get the receipt and now the thing is broken. I paid fifty dollars for this garbage.” He raised his hands in the air, exasperated.

Wrong, that drill set wasn’t even thirty dollars. “Sir, unfortunately our policy stands. Without a receipt, I cannot accept any returns. Plus, I don’t stock that particular brand.” 

“Terrible. You’re calling me a liar, I know where I bought my tools!” He wrenched the case back off the counter before spitting in the direction of Dan Heng, who had remained collected the whole time.

The spit didn’t even make it to the counter, Yingxing had grabbed the man by the scruff of his shirt. “Disrespect him one more time and you’ll see your teeth on the ground.” 

The man looked fearful for a moment: Yingxing was a big man, a good few inches taller and far more muscular.   

Yingxing released the man when he finally nodded. “I’ll fucking report you.” The man scrambled out of the store, his hair disheveled.

“You…didn’t have to do that.” Dan Heng spoke up.

Yingxing flexed his knuckles. He hadn’t lashed out like that in a long time, but he couldn’t see anyone treat Dan Heng like that. He turned to look at Dan Heng after a moment. “Sorry, that was not like me.”

“What if he calls the cops?” Dan Heng frowned. 

Yingxing shrugged. He had camera footage. The man had assaulted Dan Heng with that spit…Perhaps.  “He can call the cops. I’m more concerned about you.”

“I’m fine. I was hoping I could deescalate by myself, but, well– you saw what happened.” Dan Heng pursed his lips. 

“Next time anyone is rude to you, call me over the intercom immediately. I’ll sort things out.” Yingxing returned a concerned look. 

Dan Heng nodded quietly. “Thanks.”

Yingxing looked down at his watch. It was about time for Dan Heng’s shift to end. “Well, my last request to you today— can you take that trash out back? Then you can end your shift.” He pointed to a trash bag he had placed beside the office door. 

Another little nod from Dan Heng. Without another word, Dan Heng did as he was told. Taking the trash to the little stockroom and out the back door. Yingxing took Dan Heng’s place behind the register, a good time to look at his phone. He now had a target, the hunt was back on. 

Dwagonwaif: How are things going?

YX: Fine. He’s learning the ropes really well.

Dwagonwaif: I see. Any idea on when I can meet him?

YX: Give it some time.

YX: Patience is golden.

Dwagonwaif: Why are you being so coy all of a sudden?

Dwagonwaif: …

Dwagonwaif: You want to fuck him.

Dwagonwaif: You want to fuck me.

Dwagonwaif: That’s so cute.

Yingxing sighed, he didn’t want to fuel Dan Feng’s ego with a response.  He opened the wallet he had swiped from the man, taking a photo of the ID before walking outside the shop with the wallet in hand. He had about a minute before Dan Heng would  come back out into the shop from the back. He dropped the wallet next to the bus stop, ensuring nobody had seen him. Late afternoon, the streets were fairly quiet — and Yingxing knew well where the street cameras were facing. 

He walked back to the shop and sure enough, Dan Heng was waiting by the register. “Where did you go?” Concern lingered upon Dan Heng’s face. 

“Oh, nothing. I heard something down the street so I thought I’d check it out.” Yingxing looked at Dan Heng.

“I…here’s the book.” He extended a fairly decent sized hard-cover book. 

Yingxing took the book and set it down on the counter. “Thanks Dan Heng. where's your ride?” 

“I called a cab.” Dan Heng admitted.

Yingxing cocked his head. “Don’t you live on the university side of town? That can’t be cheap fare.”

Dan Heng nodded. “It’s not, to be honest. But I don’t have a car and a bike is a little…well.”  He trailed off.

“Well, if you don’t mind waiting around, I can drive you home. I pass through that part of town on my way back anyway.” 

Dan Heng seemed to think for a long while. “I…Well if you don’t mind. I’d appreciate that.” 

“Perfect, then cancel your cab, I just have all the closing chores I need to do. You can wait in the back if you like, relax a bit.” 

“Thanks, I will.” Dan Heng pulled his phone from his pocket before retreating back to the break room. 

Yingxing wasn’t sure why Dan Heng was so trusting of him. But it did make things marginally easier. He smiled as he took up the monotonous job of counting back the register and cleaning up. Despite the anger bubble that had popped earlier, Yingxing was feeling rather good for once.

About forty-five minutes later Yingxing locked up the shop with Dan Heng behind him. The young man looked content as he waited. 

“Are you hungry?” Yingxing asked as he twirled his keys on his fingers and led them out to the small parking lot at the far end of the building.

“I…a little bit, but I have some ramen waiting for me back at my apartment.” Dan Heng rubbed his arm. 

“Well, I was thinking about picking up some fast food. My treat if you’re interested.” Yingxing tried to flash another charming smile as he unlocked his truck. He quickly moved his items off the passenger-side seat, throwing them into the back.

Dan Heng got into the truck and Yingxing peeled out of the parking lot. The sun had almost completely sunk into the horizon, there was only a sliver of red peaking past the tall city buildings. Dan Heng was quiet as Yingxing switched the radio to something more modern. He normally kept it tuned to the jazz station.

“I like jazz, you can keep it on that station.” Dan Heng commented as Yingxing flicked through a few more stations. 

“A man of fine taste.” Yingxing turned it back to his original station, returning his attention fully to driving. 

“Oh, Uhm, my apartment is on Park Street,  Mapleview apartments.” Dan Heng said out of the blue. 

Yingxing started, he had forgotten to even ask, he was preoccupied with other thoughts. “Oh, yeah—I’d make sense to ask that…Guess I was too preoccupied with getting something to eat.” 

“I noticed you didn’t have a lunch break.” Dan Heng frowned over at Yingxing.

“Yeah—I usually just eat at the register or in the stock room if I can. Nothing too serious.” Yingxing waved him off.

“Still, doesn’t seem right. You’re expected to do a lot of work at the shop. You at least deserve to sit down for a little bit.” Dan Heng’s attitude now assumed that of a scolding mother.

“Don’t worry about me, Dan Heng. Really— but you flatter me.” Yingxing chuckled as he turned into the parking lot of a local burger joint. Yingxing got out of the truck. “I’ll be right back, anything you’d like?” 

“I’m okay, thanks.” Dan Heng smiled sheepishly again.

Yingxing nodded, he was still going to get Dan Heng something. The young man was thin like Dan Feng. Yingxing had someone new to pamper, and he liked that.

The wait wasn’t long. He ordered two burgers and fries.  Typically Yngxing liked his own cooking, but today was one of those days he wanted greasy food. He got back into the truck and removed one of the burgers for himself before handing the burger and fries in the bag over to the smaller man.

“Here.” Yingxing set his burger on the dashboard before starting the truck back up. 

“I…Thanks.” Dan Heng looked down into the bag before closing it and tucking it close to his chest. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Don’t worry, Dan Heng. You’ve been working very hard and deserve it after dealing with that horrible customer earlier.” Yingxing started driving again.

“I feel like I should have been firmer with him, perhaps he wouldn’t have yelled.” Dan Heng looked down at his lap.

“Really, it’s okay. You did the best you could. That man was looking for a confrontation from the start, he would have raised his voice no matter what. He crossed the line when he disrespected you and tried to spit on you.” Yingxing’s tone was more serious. 

“Would you have really smashed his face into the ground?” Dan Heng’s voice was small, his fingers folded in his lap. 

“Yes.” Yingxing responded bluntly. 

There was a stale silence after that. Dan Heng seemed to be deep in thought and Yingxing respected that by humming along with the jazz playing over the radio.

Finally, Dan Heng chimed up. “You didn’t get your wife something from the burger place.” 

 “Oh, yeah— They aren’t a fan of burgers. They’ll eat something else usually.” Yingxing lied.

“Ah, I see. You said they’re bad at cooking.”  Dan Heng blinked back at Yingxing. 

Yingxing chucked. “Yes, they are, but the meals they eat are usually pre-prepared. Special diets and all, a lot of food makes them feel sick.” 

“Oh, so like those meal-plans you can get delivered?”  Dan looked curious now.

“Yes, something like that. I’m the one that does the meal prep for them.” That wasn’t technically a lie, Yingxing did prepare Dan Feng’s meals.

“That must be a lot of work.” Dan Heng frowned again. 

“It’s nothing, really.” Yingxing thumbed his steering wheel, turning onto Park Street. 

Dan Heng made a little ‘hmmm..’ before he went back to looking out the window. 

Yingxing frowned in return. Dan Heng seemed oddly concerned over Yingxing’s well-being. It was cute, if not a little awkward. It reminded him of Dan Feng when they first started sharing a bed. Back then Dan Feng had been a gentle, beautiful and venerable master. He kept them moving through the underbelly of the Xianzhou.

Finally, they reached the apartments and Yingxing parked on the side of the road. Dan Heng hesitated as he was about to get out of the truck. He opened his mouth but seemed to hold his tongue. Yingxing didn’t want to be pushy, so remained quiet.

“Thanks.” Dan Heng said as he got hopped down out of the truck. “Please get some rest tonight, A-Xing.” Dan Heng slapped his hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry…I don’t know why I—” 

“Dan Heng.” Yingxing offered a friendly smile. “Have a good night.” 

Dan Heng nodded and closed the door to the truck, quickly jogging off towards the building. He disappeared inside, Yingxing waited a few moments before driving off.

Dan Feng was right.

He did want to sleep with Dan Heng but he couldn’t help but feel disgusted in himself. Dan Heng was the part of his wife that was…good? 

Dan Feng wasn’t entirely malevolent, but he had become incredibly jaded and bored of humans. The idea of death was just an afterthought. The mental image of Dan Feng absorbing Dan Heng and killing him crossed Yingxing's mind.

He couldn’t let that happen, but he’d heed his love’s wishes. They’d need to meet eventually.

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Even before Dan Feng was turned, he was prideful. The blood of the dragon ran strong in his veins. From the second he had left his mother’s womb he was given a role.

Dan Feng was not born to his father’s liking— He was too small at first– too fair and pretty. There was no way he’d rule like the men before him. 

His role? Go to the country and be a womb for another man. 

It wasn’t ideal, but when Dan Feng was ready he was sent to a long-aged village. It was the first time he had seen a bovine, the first time he had seen people younger than him. For a long time, he had been alone with his family servants.

His new husband barely looked at Dan Feng, even at their marriage ceremony...They had made love rather unceremoniously after that. He smelled of sweat and outdated fragrance oils to reflect the lines in his face. When Dan Feng did not get pregnant following their first session— he was sent to the far side of the manor to learn how to sew. 

The second time, he was gagged and left to shake upon the floor of his bedroom.

The third time— He was stepped on and tossed into the courtyard, then sent to a medicine man in the countryside for treatments. Clearly, he was ill.

It was there that Dan Feng had been given the blood of the Nightstalker. An experiment— It had resulted in Dan Feng’s death…and the medicine man’s. When Dan Feng had awoken, he was gorged on blood, with a corpse underneath him.

Apparently, his womb was not healed then either. He didn’t know what the Medicine man had thought would happen, but either way Dan Feng found his way back to the bed of his husband.

“I am cured.” Dan Feng had said as he took the old man's lips in his. He would have drained the man of his blood, but he found it tasted too foul…like boiled metal and rice vinegar So instead he decided to stop his heart... Something Dan Feng didn’t know he could do until his husband was cold upon his fingertips.

There was no proof that Dan Feng had done it, but as they had no kin– Dan Feng was named lord of the village. It was there he began to understand what he had become: A vampire.

Many years passed, He was visited by others of his affliction. It was then he learned of the medicine man’s true intentions— Create more spawn for his master. What he didn't expected was that Dan Feng’s dragon-blessed blood created something less-than-subservient to that particular sire. 

Dan Feng didn’t expect more politics– and he whole-heartedly rejected being ruled by others. Thus, he made himself unpopular with his new ‘brethren’. Dan Feng didn’t get it— How would any of his kind want to fall in line like they were just another added layer to human society?

He had enough to deal with as the new ruler over his late husband’s land. At least— that’s how it started. Just as the years passed, he watched wars pass, his servants die and be replaced. His stores of blood would run dangerously dry at times. He wondered:

“What was the point of immortality?” 

He had almost given up, walked into the mountains to go insane on the blood of animals.

That urge…to do what he was sent here to do. To birth a new breed of creatures. Dan Feng walked down into the depths of hell to obtain a magical book. His kind were not unfamiliar with blood magic rituals... Dan Feng had to sacrifice a good amount of his own power to split his soul. If he couldn’t give birth in this body— maybe he could in another?

Dan Feng didn’t expect failure, vain as he was. But, when he awoke to a horrible pain in his pelvis and an empty room that reeked of blood-- the outcome was obvious to him at the time: He had created no vessel. 

He had given up after then, bitter and stolid. He went back to being a scornful ruler for more years to come.

Then-

His star.

Yingxing.

He had first seen the young man being carted into the courtyard late in the evening. YIngxing was sold as a conscript in the forge. Dan Feng had been growing tired of the senior blacksmith. His work was shoddy, his technique put to shame the name of the household. Plus, the man had been growing bold with the handmaids: Dan Feng’s blood donors. He wouldn’t allow anyone to dirty up his blood. Dan Feng could have had him publicly flogged but he had different ideas for him…He wouldn’t waste blood, even if it was that of a creep.

Truth be told, he hadn’t thought much about Yingxing until he made that dagger for him— And even then, At the time, his mind had been scattered. Preoccupied with rising tensions from his fellows. They had tried again to get Dan Feng to join their sect. Dan Feng was growing lonely and vain and threats only made him more on-edge.

“You look like a god in the moonlight.” Yingxing had said to Dan Feng. He had followed him out of the smithy and into the moon-lit courtyard. He had paid the man another rare visit: commissioning a pair of sharp hair pins. 

Dan Feng blinked. Nobody had complimented him like that since his late husband first bedded him…and then there had been hollow words about his perky breasts. 

“Confident, aren’t you?” Dan Feng had replied. Yingxing did not look at him in fear, but in awe.

“I had two years to recite those words in my head, ever since you last visited me.”  An arrogant smile crossed Yingxing’s handsome features.

This made Dan Feng laugh. A genuine, wholesome laugh. “Maybe I’ll make you wait another two years then.”

Yingxing responded with a pleading look. “Please don’t.”

Yingxing tapped the side of a glass bottle filled with dark scarlet liquid. Three more— This would last three weeks and some change if he gave Dan Feng a little bit of his own blood in between feedings. He knew Dan Feng would broach the subject soon but Yingxing had successfully got him distracted with the idea of meeting his vessel. 

“Why don’t we do something special on Sunday.” Yingxing had closed the door to the fridge and walked back into the room where Dan Feng was seated on his reclining chair watching television. 

“Like what?” Dan Feng said in a grumpy tone. Whatever was on television was clearly not entertaining enough, he flipped through more selections on the streaming app.

“Like…we can go for a drive or maybe a night club on Saturday night since I don’t work the following day.” Yingxing suggested. It had been awhile since Dan Feng had gone out and he didn’t really bother dressing in anything pretty anymore like he used to. Gone were the days of ballgowns and colorful hanfu. Dan Feng was comfortable in sarong skirts and simple linen tops — but lately he had been borrowing Yingxing’s sweaters, wearing boxer shorts and even started wearing the soft rubber slippers that Yingxing had gotten him as a  gag gift a few years ago. 

Dan Feng had plenty of clothes- but he clearly didn’t see the need to dress up given he was stuck inside all day. 

“Hm.” Dan Feng responded despondently. 

Yingxing sighed, growing frustrated. Dan Feng had been the one to ask him to get more days off so they could spend more time together. “What would -you- like to do then?” 

“Have sex, maybe.” The answer was not enough for Yingxing, they had sex enough as it was.

“How about…You join me on a hunt.” Yingxing was desperate now, but he wanted anything to earn back Dan Feng’s enthusiasm.

Dan Feng immediately perked up, pulling his attention from the television and blinking up at YIngxing. “You’d do that?” 

Yingxing nodded. “It’s been a while, and I know you’ve been itching to help. I just need to make some preparations before that. Sounds good?” 

Dan Feng smiled, flashing those white canines. “Maybe we can still do that night club thing too.” 

Yingxing chuckled. “Okay. I’m uhm...I’m going to go make some breakfast before work. I’ll kiss you goodbye before I leave.” 

Dan Feng nodded, looking considerably more cheerful as he turned back to the television. “Oh–” He caught Yingxing before he left the room.  “Did you get me that baking book because I fucked up your birthday cake?” 

“Yes, but it’s Dan Heng’s so I have to return it eventually.” Yingxing leaned against the doorway leading back up to the main level of the house. 

“Oh…that’s why it smelled so familiar.” Dan Feng frowned, looking pensive.

“In return, can I take him that volume of that fantasy novel I got you?” Yingxing asked.

“Of course he likes them…sure.” Dan Feng waved his hand. “It’s on the shelf upstairs.” 

Yingxing finally left the room, a happier pep in his step. 

Come Friday Dan Heng worked a full closing shift with Yingxing, accompanied by Caelus. It was odd for Yingxing, having so many workers in the store, but since it was a particularly busy day, Dan Feng got to spend more time getting to know the store's product while Caelus worked the register. 

He was quick to understand the different power tools and their uses, and apparently he had already done his own research on different chemicals commonly used in home improvement.

“Dan Heng, you don’t need to study.” Yingxing laughed as Dan Heng had confessed his sins after they had finished assisting a customer with the motor oil section.

“I know…but I feel like it just helps.” Dan Heng shrugged as he moved a product to the front of the self.

Yingxing hummed. “So, what did you do on your day off yesterday, anything fun?” 

Dan Heng paused. “I am a student professor in a lab in the morning. It's usually pretty quiet so I tend to use the time to work on my research papers.” Dan Heng knelt over to work on more shelves.  “I uh…afterward I just go to my doctor’s appointment and rest.” 

“Ah I see. Did you already get the party out of you?” Yingxing jested lightly. 

“Caelus is more of the party boy…I’ve never cared for them. I’ll go if I feel like he can’t handle himself though. He gets too flirty with boys and girls sometimes.”  Dan Heng frowned. 

“Ah, sorry. I don’t really know what university kids do these days anyway. But good for you for watching after Caelus.” Yingxing mused.

“I…yeah. I bet you were popular in university.” Dan Heng seemed to say nonchalantly.

Yingxing blinked before laughing. “I never got the chance to really go.” Ren thought back to the days when he was younger. Perhaps seventy years ago he had gone to a campus at the behest of Dan Feng. 

“Ah, sorry, I just assumed. You seem pretty educated.” Dan Heng responded, his fingers nearly slipped on a can he was lifting.

Yingxing caught the can. His reflexes were never dull. “No, just wizened and jaded, with a smart-aleck for a wife.” 

“Oh! I hope they liked the book.” Dan Heng added.

“They gave me some guilt about it yesterday morning but they understood. Think they might make a better birthday cake next year.” Yingxing let out a bark of laughter. 

Dan Heng managed a little laugh as well. “Oh, and I saw the book in my locker, I’ll most likely read it by the end of this weekend.”

“Keep it as long as you like. My wife is in no hurry.” Yingxing turned away, gesturing to a customer who looked like they were lost.

They went about their duties. Dan Heng was doing much better at asking customers if they needed help. The young man had already grown accustomed to knowing where everything was on the shelves and even gave a customer a good recommendation on a gardening magazine. 

Again, Yingxing could barely keep his eyes off Dan Heng when he was in view. He looked so much like Dan Feng, but then there was this…light, something pure and unspoiled. Maybe there was a time when Dan Feng was like this.

Dan Feng didn’t like talking about his past before they had met. He allowed transparency when it suited him. Yingxing’s love for Dan Feng was stronger than the misdirection. He knew— He knew that the time he ruled over the village he was not popular with his peers. Vampire aside, he didn’t leave his manor for a reason…and then when the place burnt to the ground, it was like the two of them had been released of their burdens.

But a century and a half and technology…Well being tracked was easier these days– and Yingxing knew that some of his people were already watching them…thankfully it was not the ones he feared, but they could still do their damage should he and Dan Feng make a blunder.

Come time for close, Dan Feng and Caelus were chatting at the register counter. 

“C’mon! Come with me~ It’ll be fun.” Caelus pointed his phone at Dan Heng who had the broom in one hand, a bag of trash in another.

“I don’t know. I don’t have a ton of money to spend.” Dan Heng frowned deeply.

“What’s up?” Yingxing asked as he made his way to the register.

“I’m bullying Dan Heng into going out with me tomorrow night after work.” Caelus returned his phone to his pocket.

“You should respect your friend's wishes if he doesn’t want to go.” A slight frown crossed Yingxing’s lips.

Dan Heng interjected. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to go…but I hope you plan on paying for me Caelus.” 

“Yippee!” Caelus raised his hands in the air. 

Dan Heng clearly cringed a bit at the yippee, but recovered. “A-alright, we should be closing right now.” 

Yingxing smiled and nodded. “Yes— and the sooner we do, the quicker we can get out of here.” 

All three of them distributed across the store, cleaning up and closing up the shop. Dan Heng had already cleaned and took back the go-backs and Caelus had helped count the drawers again. Yingxing got his paperwork ready for the morning shift and took the deposit to the safe. Pavel would probably be in tomorrow to collect them. 

Dan Heng and Caelus left together as Caelus had his tiny sedan, leaving Yingxing to the quiet store as he finished locking up. He had tomorrow to work with Caelus and then he had Sunday and Monday off. The first actual ‘weekend’ he had had in years.

He hoped he could make the best of it…The mental notes he had made. The target he had picked, if they were sloppy in the hunt then they would have to move again…but Yingxing hadn’t been caught yet, and he didn’t plan on it.

The next day, Caelus was eager about going out that evening so Yingxing let the young man leave thirty minutes early and Yingxing closed up the shop a few minutes after the young man had left. It was a quiet Saturday anyway. He never had any complaints about closing early…He only heard the grumbles when he opened late. He had contractors who were incredibly punctual in picking up their orders. They had jobsites to get to. 

Yingxing rushed home, knowing Dan Feng had wanted to to go out that night. It had been…a long while since they had left the house together. Dan Feng could have some fun and Yingxing could get a few drinks in his system before he could sleep in the next day. 

When Yingxing entered the house, the sun hadn’t fully set so Dan Feng was most likely in the basement— but to Yingxing’s surprise he was upstairs. 

“Babe, are you okay?” Yingxing asked as he met Dan Feng on the landing, standing in nothing but a pair of black briefs. 

“Oh good, you’re back. I was going to take a bath. Where’s my vibrator plug?” Dan Feng crossed his arms over his small, cute tits. 

“I…Don’t know. Don’t you keep all the toys in the closet?” Yingxing frowned. He thought Dan Feng might have been getting ready for their exploits that night.

Dan Feng scoffed. “Do you think I wouldn’t look there? Well I’ll just use your fingers.” He walked down the last remaining steps quickly and grabbed Yingxing by the wrist, dragging the large man to the upstairs bathroom where their tub was. 

The vampire had already filled the tub with lukewarm water and Yingxing let out a little sound as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Hurry, I wanna vent some steam before we go out tonight.” Dan Feng made little ushering movements with his hands and Yingxing quickly moved onto his jeans as Dan Feng had already removed his underwear.

“Like that has ever stopped you.” The tall man muttered as he kicked off his boxer briefs, and moved to Dan Feng. 

“Only you’ve stopped me. Funny right?” Dan Feng looked up at his love. 

“Yes. Incredibly.” Yingxing was able to pick up Dan Feng with little effort and with gusto, the other would wrap his thin legs around Yingxing’s waist. Their lips met, desperate and breathy as Yingxing carried the vampire lord to the bath. 

Nothing needed to be said from there. When Dan Feng nipped at his bottom lip playfully he would lower the two of them into the water. Yingxing had gotten used to Dan Feng’s odd choice of lukewarm water. Two fingers were already inside Dan Feng. A giggle, and a breath. Yingxing started at a rough pace, shoving his fingers in and out at a breakneck speed, curving his fingers as he reached his knuckles. Dan Feng let out a satisfied moan and an arch of his back as rough fingers jiggled quickly inside him, a thumb pinching at his clit for added stimulation. 

Yingxing knew this method well, it always got Dan Feng to cum in minutes. He had positioned the smaller man on his body so that his legs were dangling over the side of the porcelain, and his abused pussy on full display while Yingxing’s strong arms supported him. 

“A-ah!” Dan Feng’s legs spasmed as clear liquid squirted onto the tile and side of the bathtub.

Yingxing smiled, quick—. He was left to cradle Dan Feng in his arms as he recovered. It felt oddly satisfying especially after this week of awkward moments and border-line arguments. But, being the vampire that he was, Dan Feng recovered quickly, dragging himself out of Yingxing’s arms so he could wrap his fingers around the base of his large cock. 

“How fast do you think I can get you off?” Dan Feng grinned widely. He began to stroke. “How about I play a little game…”  He squeezed Yingxing, his free hand on the man’s muscular shoulder.

“What…sort of game?” Yingxing was hesitant, Dan Feng’s evil look did not bode well for his cock.

“I want you to picture my vessel in my place.” pinpricks of scarlet lit in the back of Dan Feng’s large blue eyes.

“Dan Feng, that’s not fair.” Yingxing frowned deeply.

Dan Feng canted his head like a curious cat. “Is it? You’ve been ogling him all week...thinking about ruining his virgin holes.” 

“You don’t know that…I don’t even know if he’s a virgin.” Yingxing gritted his teeth. 

“I smelled virginity on that book~ Don’t worry. I know. A little sad. What is he, twenty three-- four?” A fiendish little snicker left Dan Feng’s lips.

Yingxing tried to look away, but he knew it was too late, he was compelled to look into his master’s eyes. The world faded and suddenly he was in the storage closet of the hardware store. The fluorescent light bathing the young man below him into a different light. Dan Heng in his cute glasses, his apron disheveled and his mouth partially open. His stormy blue eyes pleading as he stroked Yingxing up and down.

“I-I’m sorry, A-xing…I’ve never touched another man’s cock before…I hope this is alright.”

Yingxing’s pupils dilated as breaths became shallow. He wanted to say something but he knew what Dan Feng was doing to him and he didn’t approve…Looking at Dan Heng would be hard in the coming days. 

“A-xing…” Dan Heng bit his lower lip. 

Yingxing came. Thrusting hard up into Dan Heng’s fists and he closed his eyes in an effort to fight off the illusion.

“I won.” Dan Feng’s voice had returned, and when Xingxing opened his eyes the smaller man was wiping cum from his fingers. 

Yingxing felt shame. “You’ve been playing dirty.” 

“I know I have.” Dan Feng leaned in to kiss Yingxing on the jawline. “A suitable punishment I think…I’m going to get ready for tonight. You better take me to someplace that doesn’t smell like hobby weed.” 

Yingxing nodded. “Got it.”  He waited for Dan Feng to get out of the tub and leave the bathroom, drying the ends of his long hair with a towel.

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Dan Feng always took his time to get ready, so Yingxing had a chance to make himself dinner. Finally, a good use for that fried tofu he wanted to eat so badly. He scrambled it with some bitter melon he had leftover and sat down in the rarely-used dining room to eat. He looked on his phone for night clubs. 

 Yingxing felt a little old at this point to be going bar hopping, but it had been quite a while since they’ve done anything like this and Dan Feng found them amusing. He thought I’d help given how reclusive his wife had gotten over the years. 

Long gone were the days of prowling cocktail parties and underground liquor bars. Attending strange balls and ending the night between the dragon and it’s prey. They have settled into normalcy…complacency. 

It was for a good reason. Yingxing assumed the duties of hunter after an incident that nearly got Dan Feng killed for good.

This was fine.

Yingxing rationalized.

Dan Feng called down from upstairs. “Did you find a good club?”

“Yeah I think so. There’s a popular DJ performing at this one. Thought you might like it…I can get tickets now.”  

“Go ahead.” Dan Feng responded. 

Yingxing heard something from upstairs, like a ball hitting the ground and rolling. Must have been something of Dan Feng’s. He went back to his phone and dinner, ordering two of the tickets.

Dan Feng still looked younger, He could easily pass for someone in his mid to late twenties. Yingxing on the other hand— Well, he didn’t think he looked too old…but perhaps his white hair would give it away. 

As soon as he finished the tofu scramble he set his dishes in the sink and walked back upstairs to get ready with Dan Feng. The man was seated on Yingxing’s bed, a mirror in hand as he turned his face left to right. Dan Feng was always beautiful to Yingxing, but something was different in today’s choice of outfit.

A black tank top and a pair of dark grey, low rise slacks. He was wearing a pair of flat strappy sandals to display freshly painted toenails. His regular red-tassel earring hung from his ear. Around his thin neck was the pearl necklace that had followed them through the years.

“Grab me my jacket?” Dan Feng asked, pointing to the open closet where Dan Feng’s clothes were. 

Yingxing stared for a moment before doing as he was told, grabbing the jacket and handing it to his love. “Is that a new outfit? You look a little different today.”

Dan Feng took the jacket and placed it his lap, he busied himself with putting his hair up into a high ponytail. “Do I? I’m just dressed like the times. What about you?”

“I…guess I’ll wear what I normally do to a club. Red shirt…black pants.” 

“Put that gold chain on? It looks nice with that outfit.” Dan Feng bit his lip in the way he did when he wanted Yingxing to objectify himself to him.

“Yeah.” Yingxing turned back to the closet and fished out the clothes in question. A wine-colored button up shirt and a pair of black pants that were a little tight around his thighs. He opened a cigar box beside his bed and fished out the gold chain that Dan Feng had mentioned. This particular piece had to be at least forty years old by now. A trophy from a particularly tricky series of events.

Yingxing moved to stand in front of Dan Feng. “You look nice.” His hand found Dan Feng’s cheek where the man leaned into him like a cat. “I haven’t seen you wear those pearls in a long time.”

“I know. But I suppose wearing all black I needed a splash of color so I didn’t look like a washed up emo boy.” Dan Feng opened his eyes, staring up at Yingxing.

“You’d never…Anyway, want to head out?” Yingxing offered a gentle smile as he pulled his hand away from Dan Feng’s cheek. 

“Sure.” Dan Feng got up and pulled on his jacket. 

It was a nice feeling– Having Dan Feng sitting in the passenger-side seat again. Dan Feng used to always complain about Yingxing’s truck. They had gone through many cars over the years, from fancy to junk. It depended on how financially stable they were at the time. What names and jobs they were assuming at the time. Yingxing had gone back to his old name this time around. He didn’t feel like being creative especially when he worked a mundane job at a little hardware store.

“Smells like French fries and virgin in here…Did you...Did you drive him home?” Dan Feng asked as he leaned into his seat, his nose wrinkled.

Yingxing opened his mouth. “It didn’t feel right to let him wait for a cab.” 

“You really are hopeless.” Dan Feng shook his head. “If you get too soft on him it’ll make it harder for me to claim him, you know?” 

Yingxing frowned. “I told you not to absorb him…” 

“I won’t…yet, claiming is completely different. Just like I claim you, He’s my property even if he doesn’t know it yet.” Dan Feng chewed on his lower lip as he examined his long jade-painted nails.

Yingxing held his tongue. He was about to say something about how Dan Heng was his own person, and deserved to live a long fulfilling life. “I guess, he is a part of you.” 

“He took a chunk with him when he left my body after the ritual.” Dan Feng crossed his arms across his chest.

“I wish you would have told me about this ritual before all of this. I think it would have saved me all the shock of seeing you walk into the store.” Yingxing sighed as he turned onto the street that led into the city.

“I didn’t think it was pertinent. I thought I had failed the ritual anyway. If I knew my soul would take years to become incarnate I would have done some preparations.” The smaller man shrugged.

“I…suppose that’s fair.” Yingxing felt disappointed again, his comment was meant to lead to a discussion of how Dan Feng needed to be more open about his vague past. Yingxing had been an open book about how he ended up as a servant.

The remainder of the trip was mostly in silence as Dan Feng hummed along with the radio. The event was at some venue in the middle of downtown so parking wasn’t easy but Yingxing was able to get a spot in a safer looking parking garage. 

Dan Feng didn’t like the walk, but Yingxing told him if anyone tried to mug them: “Hey, that’s some free blood.” 

Again, a jest. Dan Feng was picky about the blood he consumed and would rather die before drinking the blood of a possibly drugged out mugger. Dan Feng shoved him before walking off in the direction that the venue, about two blocks away.

Yingxing had to jog to catch up with him. “I have the tickets, remember.” 

“Then catch up.” Dan Feng called back.

It didn’t take long to get to the venue, where there was already a line milling outside. Yingxing joined Dan Feng by his side, pulling him in by the waist as they stood there awkwardly. Indeed Yingxing felt a little out of place. Most people here were young adults in groups. But Dan Feng at least looked the type, if not a little conservatively dressed compared to some of the mini-skirts that Yingxing was seeing. Then it struck Yingxing, IDs…They’d check those. He fished both his and Dan Feng’s ‘IDs’ out of his wallet. “Here, take yours.” 

Dan Feng frowned but took the ID. “I forgot about this stupid piece of plastic.” He tucked the ID down his bralette. “I’ll probably make you hold this later. It’s not like I’m going to drink.” 

Yingxing rolled his eyes. “Regardless, they are going to check your ID at the door.” 

Sure enough when they got to the bouncer he was checking tickets and stamping the hands of anyone who was of legal drinking age and they were quickly ushered inside the venue. The loud music hit Yingxing like a train. The soundproofing on the outside of the building must be amazing because he had barely noticed it before they walked into the atrium. Two floors where people were already dancing and enjoying the DJ. 

Dan Feng steered Yingxing forward. “C’mon.” 

Yingxing had no idea what his love wanted to do, but clearly he was up to no good. A gaggle of young women stared at Yingxing as he passed, one whispering in another’s ear. Dan Feng’s ears twitched and they found a spot to the left of the stage. The lights had shifted to a deep crimson color, bathing Dan Feng in a strange aura.

“That girl said you were a DILF.” Dan Feng smirked widely. 

“I…” Yingxing rolled his eyes. “That stands for Dad I’d like to Fuck, right?” 

“You’ve been using computers for how long and you aren’t sure of that?” Dan Feng snorted into Yingxing’s palm. 

“I’m going to use the bathroom.” Dan Feng released his hand and began to walk away. “Get me a drink?” 

“You’re not going to drink it.” Yingxing replied. 

Another smirk. “I know, you’ll drink it for me.”

Yingxing grunted and moved towards the closest bar. He ordered gin and tonic. Something that would be appropriate for Dan Feng and him.

“WHOA!” A familiar voice came from Yingxing’s left.

He turned, coming face-to-face with Caelus. Yingxing felt his heart drop into his ass. “Oh, Caelus! It’s nice seeing you here.”

“Yeah! I never thought I’d see you at the club. It’s like seeing a dog walk on its hind legs.” Caelus downed his shot.

Yingxing let out a nervous laugh. “I…yeah, just thought—Is Dan Heng here?” The sudden realization. The pure irony of running across Caelus here…of all places. This was a cruel, horrible joke.

“Oh, yeah! I think he went to the bathroom.” 

If Yingxing’s heart was in his ass, it would be on the floor at this point. “I uh…I’ll be right back.” Yingxing left his drink at the bar, walking quickly towards the bathrooms.

He begged internally : Dan Feng, please don’t do anything stupid.

Dan Heng splashed water on his face, his fingers cold and his face hot. No drinking tonight, he shouldn’t be feeling like this— He had a hard time discerning -how- he felt. It was like he was anxious about missing something. Caelus had asked him if he was doing okay when the sudden dizziness hit him. 

He attempted to walk out of the bathroom but someone had come in at that very moment. A familiar smell hit his nose—no, it wasn’t familiar, he had never smelled anything like it. It was like fresh pear blossoms and ocean spray. 

He was staring into his own face…and his face was staring back.

It wasn’t him…The person looking back at him was starkly pale and maybe half an inch taller, his face older and his body more lithe. His hair long and inky black. His eyes— large and blue like agates. 

“Ah…” A wide grin crossed the face of Dan Heng’s doppelganger. 

Dan Heng was never the fortunate type. Even from a young age he felt an oddly empty feeling in the pit in his stomach. He didn’t remember his mother, he was only two when she had surrendered him over child protective services. Then, Dan Heng was moved around to different foster homes and orphanages. For some reason he was never able to strike gold with a permanent family…Thankfully he was a hard worker. Dan Heng studied and made due with all his shifts in his environment. 

A lot of people would have thought he would have become a delinquent of sorts, having such an unstable childhood.

Perhaps it helped that Dan Heng had good teachers growing up— He always felt safe in a library and never strayed into the wrong crowd. In Highschool Dan Heng was able to get a few scholarships. It definitely helped, It paid for most of his tuition, but then came the sickness.

Every year it got worse and every year his doctors would yield no results from the countless lab tests. The only thing Dan Heng could do was to take medications upon medications and supplements on top of that. He even sought out specialists to find out what was causing his decline in health. 

He wasn’t dying…yet, but Dan Heng felt like an old man at times. But he needed to work, he needed to finish university. He promised himself that he’d do something with his life, meet interesting people and go exploring. With his condition he could barely run across a short field.

Now, the job at the hardware store wasn’t ideal, but Dan Heng knew he could manage. Ever since he started working there he felt a little better. His last blood test yielded more positive results at least. 

He liked Yingxing…More than he’d like to confess. Something about him was familiar. Comfortable, like a good friend. But Dan Heng knew he had never met anyone like Yingxing before. If he did…Well the man left an impression. From his perfectly carved jawline and long nose, those pretty lilac eyes that twinkled when he laughed. Dan Heng thought Yingxing was a movie star when he first met him. He thought about Yingxing, and then he realized —

Yingxing was a married man…on top of the other problematic things about crushing on your boss. When Yingxing had offered to drive Dan Heng home, he almost said something impulsive, something that would definitely get him fired.

He almost invited Yingxing up to his apartment. He didn’t even know what he’d do at that point if Yingxing would have agreed.

Stupid, he was so stupid.

Now— his heart was racing, his fingers shaky. He was being pulled into the dance floor by a stranger, a stranger that looked just like him. 

“Dan Heng.” The stranger said. “Want to dance with me?” 

Dan Heng didn’t know what to say, so he nodded, slowly. He was so shocked he didn’t know what else to do. Dan Heng didn’t dance— But the stranger did. He pulled the eyes of everyone around him as he moved his hip. Dan Heng awkwardly rocked on his heels, an effort to move along with the tense EDM music that was being played by the DJ. 

“How…How did you know my name?” Dan Heng finally spoke up over the loud music. 

Another sly smile curved the other man’s lips, displaying pearly white teeth, with sharp canines. He didn’t answer, he merely nudged Dan Heng with his hip. “You should dance, you’ll look so pretty~” 

Dan Heng shook his head. “I…wouldn’t.” He looked down at his plain white shirt and dark green pants, His hands were partially tucked into his grey sweater. He didn’t look fashionable or sexy like the others who were here. 

The stranger frowned and stopped dancing. “Why’d you come with me if you didn’t want to dance?”

“I…don’t know. You look like me and I was confused…Am I dreaming?” Dan Heng rapidly blinked his eyes, he had put his contacts back in. 

“Of course this is reality, don't you feel it?” A chuckle left the doppelganger’s pink glossed lips. 

“Feel what?” Dan Heng frowned. He noticed the other man had gotten a little closer to him… In any other situation he’d be screaming out of fear, out of sheer creeps. 

“Dan Feng.” A hand reached out of nowhere and pulled Dan Feng back. Yingxing was there and Dan Heng’s eyes widened at hearing the man’s name.

Dan Feng ...The name that Yingxing had first called him.

“Y-yingxing?” Dan Heng looked up at the large man, shock crossing his face. 

“Dan Heng…” Their voices were barely audible over the loud music. 

It started to hit him, this was too weird. He was dreaming, he was definitely dreaming. He turned and began to walk away, he didn’t even think about Caelus at that point: what a horrible friend he was. 

Dan Heng rushed out of the club, walked down to a bus stop and sat on the bench. He’d need to go back in at some point. Caelus was his ride and best friend. But he didn’t know what was going on, and everything felt too out-of-body. Why was his heart racing so much? Why did he feel like his mind was making up memories for him?

Was that Yingxing’s wife? The man that looked so much like him? 

Dan Heng didn’t know if he had relatives. Perhaps his mother had another son. That had to be it. Maybe he had an older brother he didn’t know about. His mind was running in every different direction. It was then, he realized someone was standing next to the bench. Tall and pretty like usual. 

“Dan Heng, are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” He responded quietly. 

“I see you met my wife.” Yingxing sat down next to him. 

”I’m uhm…” Dan Heng went silent for a few moments. “Sorry I freaked out. They came out of nowhere and for some reason my chest started feeling a little tight.” 

“N-no it’s okay. Don’t apologize.” Yingxing wrung his hands in his lap. 

“When you first met…you called me Dan Feng. Did you mistake me for your wife?” Dan Heng didn’t make eye contact with Yingxing, his head held low.

“Yes.” Yingxing replied simply. 

“I was an orphan. I don’t remember my mother and I didn’t know I had any relatives or siblings but…well that must be why we look so alike?” Dan Heng finally looked up.

Yingxing opened his mouth, he looked a little nervous for a moment, his lilac eyes darting to the left. “I don’t know.” 

Dan Heng deadpanned. He had a hard time figuring out if Yingxing was being honest, but he had no reason to lie. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“It’s complicated. It’s…really, really complicated.” Yingxing looked up at the full moon. “I think you should ask them though.” 

Dan Heng pursed his lips. “I don’t know, they was being a little weird in there and they practically dragged me onto the dance floor.” 

“I know— They are socially inept. I think they just got excited seeing you.” 

The cogs turned in Dan Heng’s head. Perhaps he should talk to Dan Feng…I’d be a chance to find out more about his mother? He had been seeking out her medical history for years in the hopes that it would help his doctors diagnose his condition. 

“Can you ask him...them to be less weird and I’ll agree to talk to him.” Dan Heng looked at Yingxing.

“Sure– now let’s get out of the cold. It’s getting chilly out here.” Yingxing got up from the bench and offered his hand to Dan Heng. 

Dan Heng blinked, his face heating up, he took Yingxing hand. He was warm, his grip strong but gentle. Dan Heng could feel scars and calluses on his palms. He also smelled nice…like sandalwood and bergamot. Yingxing pulled Dan Heng up from the bench with ease and began to walk back towards the club.

Yingxing couldn’t believe this. He had intended for things to be slower, for Dan Heng to find out about Dan Feng in a more neutral setting— but there Dan Feng went, showing off and borderline sending Dan Heng into a panic attack. He was glad Dan Heng was a level-headed boy. He recovered quickly from the incident and seemed to rationalize and internalize everything in one small package. 

It wasn’t ideal, but he’d find a way to punish Dan Feng somehow. He wouldn’t take bullying directed at Dan Heng, especially from his own wife. 

When they got back into the club Caelus was already looking for them. His face equally crossed with confusion. “Oh— Thank the gods I found you…I swear I just saw you walking towards the bar but when I got there you weren’t there. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me.” 

Dan Heng looked nervous, he clearly already pieced together the scenario in his head, Caelus had clearly seen Dan Feng walking about. Yingxing interjected. 

“How many drinks have you had tonight, Caelus?”

Caelus blinked. “Four, but...definitely sober.” He flicked his wrist, but couldn’t disguise a slight imbalance in his step. 

“You’re not going to drive back like that.” Dan Heng frowned. “Give me your keys.” 

Caelus walked over and slapped his keys into Dan Heng’s palms. Dan Heng then leaned into Yingxing. “I don’t have a driver’s permit…” 

“Don’t worry, we can drive you home.” Yingxing offered a reassuring smile. 

Caelus rejoined the crowd, it seemed he was dancing with a young woman with mousy grey hair. Dan Heng seemed to have no interest in dancing so Yingxing gestured for him to follow. “Here, we’ll find Dan Feng.” 

They began to walk around the outskirts of the dance floor before heading up to the second level. It was reasonably quieter here and there were booths of plush seats built into the walls. Yingxing spotted Dan Feng immediately, he was seated alone in one of the booths, his legs crossed as if he was waiting on an appointment. Yingxing gulped, here goes nothing.

He kept Dan Heng behind him as they walked toward his master. “Dan Feng.” Yingxing stopped just shy of the pretty man. 

“Yes, my love?” The small, vain man looked calmly up at Yingxing. 

“I brought Dan Heng to meet you—again. I think your first meeting could have gone better.” 

Dan Heng nodded from his spot behind Ren. His expression muted.

An odd look flashed across Dan Feng’s face for a split second before he assumed a more neutral disposition. “Sorry. I think it was the drink. I made things awkward, Dan Heng.” 

“It’s okay.” Dan Heng went silent, now he seemed lost for words. 

Yingxing stared between the two of them before sitting down on the couch. “Let’s sit down.” 

Dan Heng texted something on his phone before he sat down next to Yingxing. “I’m letting Caelus know where we are just in case he wants to join us…but I think he’s enjoying his time with Hotaru right now.” 

An awkward silence consumed the three of them. Dan Feng crossed his arms across his chest and bobbed his left foot to the beat of the must below them.

Finally, Dan Heng spoke up. “I was curious. We look a lot alike and our names…” He trailed off, his gaze meeting Dan Feng's rather expectant one.  “...Anyway, I was going to ask if you are part of my family.” 

“Yes.” Dan Feng responded immediately. “But I’m not your brother or a cousin or anything like that.” 

Dan Heng blinked at the quick response. “What does that make you…” Dan Heng shook his head before giving up and moving onto the next question. “Do you know my mother? You see, I’ve had medical issues for quite a few years and I’d like to find a medical history so I can provide my doctors with something that could help them find out what auto-immune disorder I have.” 

Yingxing’s breath hitched in his throat. He knew Dan Heng was ill…but this sounded worse then he originally envisioned.

“I know what’s wrong with you.” Dan Feng smiled lightly. “You don’t have a mother.” 

Confusion crossed Dan Heng’s face. “But the orphanage told me...” 

Yingxing opened his mouth, he was sweating now. Dan Feng was not helping, he was actively destressing Dan Heng…but how else would this be solved? How would he explain this in simple terms?

Dan Feng seemed to notice the look on Yingxing’s face, he interrupted Dan Heng. “Okay— How about we discuss things over coffee in a quieter and more friendly place.” 

“Alright. Is there a cafe you’re interested in—” Dan Heng was cut off again.

“No cafe. You can stop by mine and Yingxing’s house. I have some medical issues of my own that make it so I cannot leave my house very often.” Dan Feng did his best to put on a kind smile. 

Dan Heng looked at Yingxing who did his best to look unassuming, but reassuring. “I’m not your boss here, Do what you think is right, Dan Heng.” 

“Okay.” Dan Heng nodded. 

Dan Feng clasped his hands together. “Perfect~ how about Monday? I’ll send Yingxing to pick you up if driving is too much of an issue. We live in the suburbs.” 

“Alright. I’m free after class at around three.” Dan Heng looked a little nervous again. 

Dan Feng leaned over Yingxing, placing his hand on the man’s thick thigh, squeezing lightly. He did this as if to tease Dan Heng. “I’m sorry again if I made you uncomfortable. You don’t run into long lost....well, these sorts of things don’t happen everyday. I hope I have the answers you’re looking for.” 

Dan Heng’s eyes lingered on Yingxing’s thighs before blushing and looking away. “That’s true. To be honest, it feels surreal and I still feel like I’m dreaming.”  Dan Heng suddenly pulled out his phone. “Oh…Caelus…I need to go find him.” Dan Heng got up, he offered the two of them a nod.“I won’t let him drive tonight. I might need you two to drive us back to my apartment…If that’s alright.” 

Yingxing nodded. “Sure, I have the double cab for a reason.” 

Dan Heng quickly left, placing his phone to his ear, clearly trying to call Caelus.

As soon as Dan Heng had disappeared back into the crowd Yingxing gave Dan Feng a poisonous look. “What is wrong with you?”

Dan Feng groaned and rolled his shoulders. “What did you expect? You didn’t want me to pounce on him, and now you don’t want me to do this in the most convenient way possible.”

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about— I know you used suggestion on him.” Yingxing leaned angrily above his wife.

Dan Feng tried to play dumb. “I would never.” 

“You act like I haven’t been with you for 200 years. I know when you put things in people’s minds. Dan Heng should be mortified, terrified even. He should have ran straight out of this bar with whatever stunt you pulled on him.” Yingxing jabbed a finger into Dan Feng’s chest. “Don’t do that again.”

“You’re pretty when you’re angry.” Dan Feng reached out, stroking taloned fingers along Yingxing’s jawline. 

Yingxing’s fingers lingered so close to Dan Feng’s neck, his hands shook before he sat back down in his seat. “You’re a nightmare.” 

“Keep saying that to yourself. You know this would have gone way worse if I hadn’t done my part. Fate is finally steering in a direction that -I- want it to. Regardless, I have a feeling I know what this ‘illness’ that Dan Heng has.” Dan Feng looked away.

“What is wrong with him?” A concerned look crossed Yingxing’s face.

“It’ll be easier to explain with my vessel present. He’ll survive until Monday.”  Dan Feng looked away from Yingxing, assuming a more serious attitude.

After some time lingering in that lounge, they walked back downstairs and tried to enjoy the club while they kept an eye on Dan Heng and Caelus. It seemed Caelus had confessed rather dramatically to the girl he was with and now he was wallowing in embarrassment. Despite that, the girl was still there patting Caelus on the shoulder. Dan Heng was also close by, taking any drinks out of Caelus’ hands and stopping him from ordering more. 

The night started winding down, less people were on the dance floor and the DJ was ending his set with more mellow music. Yingxing asked Dan Feng to hang back behind them, He didn’t want to scare Caelus while he was intoxicated with someone that looked just like Dan Heng. 

“Hey, why don’t we start winding down, get him to the truck to sleep it off.” Yingxing offered as he supported Caelus who was happily leaning on anyone for support. 

“Good idea. I can give him back his keys in the morning.” Dan Heng led the way while Yingxing chuckled along with Caelus, who was reciting a few mecha-related puns. The girl, Hotaru, only waved as they left before she was gone. 

Yingxing had an odd feeling about the girl, but he couldn’t dwell on it now. They walked Caelus the two blocks to the truck. Dan Feng joined them, walking a yard behind them. He looked eerily content, his hands crossed behind his back.

Caelus got into the back seat and almost immediately passed out against the cool glass of the window. Dan Heng sighed at his friend but did his best to make sure he wouldn’t throw up. 

“Want me to drop you off at your apartment, Dan Heng?” 

“Please, He can sleep on my couch…plus we need to be at the store tomorrow.” 

Yingxing had forgotten. “Oh—Yeah.” 

“I have this hangover tea that works wonders. He’ll be fine…this isn’t the first time he’s done this. I’m just happy I caught him when I did, because he was about to order a round of shots for the whole bar.”  Dan Heng cringed. 

Dan Feng, who had been silent this whole time finally piped up. “I’m sure that’ll be another student loan.” 

Yingxing nodded and started driving as soon as all of them were safely in the car. Dan Heng in the back seat with Caelus, Dan Feng in the passenger side seat. Yingxing swapped the radio back to his normal jazz station. 

“Thank you.” Dan Heng said after about ten minutes of silence.

“Of course. I want to make sure you two get home safe.” Yingxing replied over his shoulder. “I’m sure this night was all sorts of…I don’t know. I’m sure you didn’t have a great time.” 

Dan Heng seemed to pause again. “No. It was the most eventful evening I’ve had since my freshman year of university when I got lost on campus. I wouldn’t say I had a bad time.”

“Ah, well, that’s good then.” Yingxing’s eyes flicked over to Dan Feng who was looking out the window. 

Back to silence, and another five or so minutes of driving Yingxing was parking in front of the apartment building. “Dan Feng…watch the truck?”  

“Yes.” The man replied stoically. 

Dan Heng seemed to hesitate when he got out of the truck. Yingxing had walked to the door that Caelus was leaning against, opening the door slowly so the drunken man wouldn't fall into the street.

“I’ll see you Monday, Dan Feng.” Dan Heng said in a small voice.

“Get some rest.” Dan Feng gave a final smile.

Yingxing could easily carry Caelus, and so he did. The man was barely lucid at this point, he was awake but clearly still not sober. “Uhggh.” was all that left Caelus’ lips as Yingxing followed Dan Heng up a set of stairs and onto the second floor. 

“This one.” Dan Heng pointed to a plain door with a single blue doormat on the outside. He unlocked the door and immediately held it open for Yingxing who had to side-step into the room so he didn’t accidentally bang Caelus’ head on the doorframe. 

Dan Heng’s apartment was…Cute. There was no other way to describe it. He seemed to enjoy artwork that involved space and the place was meticulously clean. He had a sizable collection of books despite how small the apartment was.

 “Here, place him on the couch.” Dan Heng rearranges the pillows on the couch.

 Yingxing nodded quietly and set Caelus gently down on the couch, helping Dan Heng remove his sneakers. “Will you two be okay tomorrow?” Yingxing asked again.

“Yeah…Caelus will sleep it off and he’ll be back to his normal self in the morning after he gets some tea and coffee…and maybe some pancakes. I didn’t drink so I’ll be okay. Thanks for the help.” Dan Heng smiled.

The two had extended eye contact, Yingxing’s mind wandering to other places— to that utility closet in the hardware store…He shook the thoughts away.

“Have a good night, Dan Heng.” Yingxing turned to leave but was stopped as Dan Heng grabbed him by the wrist. 

“I feel awful.” Dan Heng said in a minuscule voice. 

Yingxing looked over in surprise. “Why?”

The young man bit his lip. “Because there’s this little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me to…It wants me too—-” Dan Heng shook his head. “I’m sorry. What I meant to say is that I wish I can pay you back for everything you’ve done for me.” 

Yingxing smiled gently. "You owe me nothing, Dan Heng. You deserve everything you have. I can see you work very hard. I’ll see you on Monday.” 

Dan Heng nodded, he looked as if he were thinking deeply on what else to say, his brows knitted. “Thanks again, have a good night.” 

Yingxing waved and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him.

Certainly that could have gone better. Perhaps both him and Dan Heng had the same intrusive thoughts as they looked at each other.

Bonus Art:

Forgot to draw Yingxing's glasses in this. 

Chapter Text

The ride back home was an awkward one. Dan Feng remained deathly silent. Not even a peep about the radio, which had been turned to some sort of late night DJ.

“Think they’ll be okay opening the store tomorrow?” Yingxing almost just said to himself.

“If they mess up then it’s your fault and I’m sure they can file a complaint with the city for your unethical behavior with your employees.” Dan Feng’s tone was a little venomous.

Yingxing blinked over at the man. “I have no words.” 

Dan Feng rolled his eyes dramatically, recrossing his legs as he did. “Just stating the obvious. If you fuck Dan Heng then you’re teetering on a thin line of ethical business practice.”

“I would already say fucking him is already not ethical, but okay.” Yingxing grumbled and returned his gaze to the road in front of him. He knew Dan Feng was going to punish him somehow.

“I’m not scolding you, he’s cute. I’d be infatuated with myself as well. Thank the night you exist.” Dan Feng didn’t smile, nor did he even look at Yingxing.

“Are you jealous?” Yingxing frowned.

This was a mistake, Dan Feng’s hand shot out and grabbed Yingxing by the thigh.Thankfully nobody else was on the road as he had swerved dangerously with the sudden nails in his leg. “If I was jealous, I wouldn’t have even entertained the idea of casually meeting him. I could have easily taken him behind the bar and claimed my vessel back.”

“Dan Feng!” Yingxing shouted as the grip went even tighter, puncturing past Yingxing’s pants. He was half a mind to shove him off and suddenly —

Dan Feng relaxed. Releasing Yingxing and settling back into his seat. Yingxing looked down at his pants, ruined, spots of blood staining his thigh. “Look, I don’t know what you have planned but I’ll be honest with you. Yes, I think he’s cute. He’s like a part of you I never got to see and I find it…weirdly refreshing.” 

Dan Feng pouted. “Of course you would…Well if you’re going to sleep with him you better use protection.”

Yingxing blinked at this. Condoms weren’t really a thing between Dan Feng and him. Dan Feng couldn’t get pregnant and they were each other's only partners.  “Do you think I won’t or something? Plus this…having sex with Dan Heng thing is just make believe, let him make his own mind up.”

“Well yeah, we’re horrible people and the last thing we need is alimony and a baby Yingxing running around.” Dan Feng shrugged, he said that, but there was…amusement there too?

“And you’d know how?”  Yingxing raised a brow as he turned onto the street that led to their home.

Dan Feng went silent for a moment. “I just know.” 

Yingxing hated the world of sorcery and blood magic, nothing made sense and Dan Feng always acted like Yingxing should know better. Dan Feng was clearly keeping something from him.  He sighed. “Babe…I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Dan Feng raised a brow.

“I feel like liking Dan Heng as well is cheating on you.” Yingxing pulled into the driveway and turned off the truck, throwing the two of them in silence.

“It’s not cheating if Dan Heng is me. Don’t apologize, I literally said I’m fine with your teenage crush on him.” Dan Feng got out of the truck and walked up to the front door. “But if you really want to make things up to me, I expect that hunt tomorrow to be extra exciting.”

Dan Feng unlocked the door, he had taken Yingxing’s keys without him noticing. 

Yingxing knew Dan Feng would punish him even if he said he wasn’t. Toying with him was one of the ways they kept their lives interesting over 200 years of being bound. He walked inside the house and saw that Dan Feng had dropped his keys on the armchair facing the front entrance. He grabbed them and immediately went back outside to lock up his truck.

He thought about Dan Heng and felt a guilty pang in his stomach. Well at least he had the good graces of his wife again and they could spend time together with that hunt…should all of Yingxing’s planning work out. He couldn’t afford to be sloppy.

Dan Heng awoke to the sound of Caelus throwing up in the bathroom. He had fallen asleep on a blanket next to the couch as he wanted to make sure Caelus didn’t choke on his own vomit in his sleep or whatever misfortune usually followed hangovers. 

“Ughhh.” Caelus exited the bathroom, rubbing his face. “Thanks for bringing me back…what the hell did I do last night?”

Dan Heng had got up and was folding his blanket neatly. “You humiliated yourself, confessing your undying love for Hotaru and then took three more shots when she laughed...Not at you, mind you. I think she was just caught off-guard by how drunk you were. She told me to ask you to call her later.”  He was very professional in his statement to Caelus, hoping the other man would understand past his morning stupor. 

“Oh…my gods.” Caelus slapped his hand to his face again. “Well, I suppose it could have gone worse. I barely remember last night…I remember—OH YEAH!” 

Dan Heng jumped, nearly losing his grip on the corners of the blanket he was meticulously squaring off.

Caelus continued. “I saw Yingxing! He was at the bar, but then he left pretty quickly…” Caelus scratched his chin.

“You don’t remember that he drove us home last night, do you?” Dan Heng let out a tiny exasperated sigh, he walked the blanket back over to his linen closet. 

“No…I don’t, wait — was his wife there?” Caelus wobbled over to Dan Heng’s fridge and began to fish out some yoghurt drinks. 

Dan Heng had to pause at this. “I…Yes, they were there.”

“REALLY?!” Caelus moaned before he shot-gunned two of the tiny yoghurt drink bottles. “Did you see them? Were they pretty?”

Dan Heng had to cringe somewhat at this sight before joining Caelus in the kitchen and pulling ingredients for pancakes out of the cupboards and fridge. “I saw them…they’re interesting. Very beautiful and charming…It’s no wonder Yingxing loves them so much.” 

“That’s wild…I can’t believe I got so drunk last night. I could have met the myth. And maybe Hotaru would have a better impression of me.” Caelus stepped aside and over to the coffee maker. 

“Have they never come to the store before?—Yinging’s wife. Not Hotaru.” Dan Heng asked as he began to measure out the flour.

“Nope. Not a single time. Yingxing has always said they don’t go out much.” Caelus nearly placed the coffee grounds into the coffee maker without the filter, Dan Heng having to correct him quickly diving across the small kitchen and stretching his arm in front of the other man.

“Yeah, he said something similar to me.” Dan Heng pondered for a moment. He’ll be meeting Dan Feng tomorrow, then he could get some answers. Even if it was something small, at this point he was desperate for a solution to his illness.

Dan Feng had said he had no mother. He thought it to be some sort of strange insult at first, but if Dan Feng was a relative, then he might know. Dan Heng shouldn’t be so trusting, sure— but he really had nothing to lose. Before his last blood test his doctor had told him if things got worse he would need to progress to blood therapy. Expensive, experimental and dangerous— Dan Heng was already sick of needles, and seeing his own blood.

He placed the pan on the stove as Caelus started digging through the fridge again. “I haven’t been grocery shopping so there isn’t much in there.” 

“Dang, remind me to give you some money for the food I ate the other night then.” Caelus closed the fridge door. “Do you have that special tea?”

“Yeah, I was just about to prepare it. But it should be in the same place.” Dan Heng pointed to a cabinet to the left of Caelus’ head. 

The grey-haired boy turned and began to dig into the cabinets, pulling out a white and green bag of tea. “This one right?” 

Dan Heng nodded his head. “It’s…technically for head colds but if you say it works for your hangovers, take as much as you like.” 

“It does, thanks.” Caelus began to make his cup of tea while Dan Heng busied himself with the pancakes.

The two of them went about their morning, finishing up breakfast and cleaning up. Caelus asking If he could borrow one of Dan Heng’s shirts for work. Dan Heng had to bicker with his friend so he wouldn’t wear his favorite Green oversized shirt.

“Hey, if I wear anything else of yours I’ll stretch it out!” Caelus argued as he held up the shirt in question. 

“I…just like that shirt, here, let me dig something out of the back of my closet if you can be patient.” Dan Heng wrenched the shirt out of his hand and went to his closet. Dan Heng liked to sleep in that particular shirt Caelus was trying to wear and something about it made him feel nice and cool. Dan Heng grumbled, Caelus was taller and broader chested than him so there weren't many options. Finally, Dan Heng found a shirt he had been given for running a charity marathon.

“Here.” Dan Heng handed the shirt to Caelus. “You don’t need to worry about returning that one.”

“Sweet!” Caelus immediately peeled off his dirty shirt and pulled on the new one. 

“You have time to take a shower, you know…” Dan Heng looked away from Caelus. Despite them being long-time friends Dan Heng never undressed in front of him.

“Eh, I’m going to get sweaty and gross at work anyway.” Caelus waved a hand. “I will take some of your deodorant though. Got that spray stuff, right?”

Dan Heng nodded again and walked into his bathroom and offered over the canister of deodorant from the doorway.

Caelus barged his way into the bathroom and Dan Heng had to dive to shove his more private things into a basket at the end of the counter. He loved Caelus to death but sometimes the boy had no sense of personal space. Dan Heng went bright pink. His pink vibrator tucked safely underneath some hand towels. Dan Heng realized that Caelus had already been in the bathroom earlier, heat filled his face in embarrassment. 

“Thanks again.” Caelus checked his teeth and hair before spraying himself with the deodorant and handing the can back to Dan Heng. “My car is at the bar isn’t it?” 

Dan Heng nodded. “We’ll need to leave a little early to pick it up.” 

“Yeaaahhh.” Caelus moaned and Dan Heng ushered him out the doorway.

“I’m going to change and get ready– your keys are on the hook next to the front door.”  Dan Heng shut Caelus out of the bathroom so he could have some privacy. 

He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. Glasses on his face once more, he had taken out his contacts last night. He sighed— Now that he had seen Yingxing’s wife— Dan Feng, he felt mildly self-conscious. Dan Feng had flawless skin, pretty pink lips and hair that was long, sleek and shiny. Dan Heng…he never had a boyfriend to look pretty for, not that he needed that to look pretty, but Dan Heng never really cared much for those things. At least until recently.

Dan Heng removed his nightshirt. Underneath he wore his normal, boring black sports bra and his plain grey boxers. He turned in the mirror, examining his body for a moment. He definitely had a little more pudge around his stomach than Dan Feng, plus his thighs were fuller. Dan Feng had long, painted fingernails and dressed like a hot person, unabashed with showing off his flat tummy. Dan Heng knew Dan Feng would be the type to kill in high heels and short dresses. 

The raven-haired boy shuddered at the thought of wearing something so…revealing. He was never partial for that sort of thing. Dan Heng hadn’t worn a skirt or dress since he was in Junior High. He was forced to wear a dress to the school graduation ceremony by his foster parents at the time. Dan Heng thought back to how he felt at that time too. 

He washed his face, brushed his teeth and pulled on the clothes he tended to wear to the hardware store. Khaki pants and a regular short-sleeved button-up shirt. Yingxing had told him he didn’t care what he wore to the shop as long as he wore closed-toed shoes, kept the apron on and his nametag clearly visible. 

Regardless, a job was a job and Dan Heng insisted on being clean and professional as he could be in a retail situation. He placed on some spice smelling cologne and walked out of the bathroom to meet Caelus in the kitchen.

“Ready to go?” The boy asked. 

“Yeah…did you call a cab?” Dan Heng grabbed his backpack, ensuring everything he needed was inside.

“Yeah, they should be down there in a few.” Caelus stifled a yawn as he pulled on his sneakers. 

Dan Heng did the same, pulling on his canvas shoes and tying them meticulously. As soon as Dan Heng had finished locking up the apartment they walked downstairs to meet the cab. As they stood on the curb, Dan Heng eyed Caelus for a moment. He was doing surprisingly well for a young man that had about seven drinks last night. He worried for Caelus. Fretted over him last night, scared he’d fall off the couch or choke on bile. He didn’t get to bed until at least three in the morning. 

“Wassup?” Caelus had noticed Dan Heng staring. 

“Nothing, really. I was just making sure you were fine from last night.” A small frown crossed Dan Heng’s face.

“No need to mother bird me. I’ll be fine. Oh! I’ll buy food today. I forgot to treat you last night. I promised, y’know, for dragging you along.” Caelus scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, I had forgotten. You can order buns from that new place down the road then.” Dan Heng had made up his mind on choice of food fairly quickly, he knew what he was craving.

“Alright, sounds good.” Caelus grinned. Heralding the arrival of their cab.

The ride to the parking garage where Caelus had left his car wasn’t far— and thankfully he hadn’t gotten a ticket for being there overnight. They had time to stop at a corner mart to grab snacks and drinks for their shift and headed over to the store. 

Caelus had the keys to the doors. A similar set to the one that Yingxing had showed Dan Heng. After some fumbling from Caelus, they were able to let themselves into the store. They quickly put their things away in the employee room and donned their aprons. Dan Heng went to count the register, doing some of the paperwork that Yingxing had left on the counter for them and Caelus mulled around opening the window gates and sweeping up front before they opened at ten. 

Dan Heng spent his time to ensure there wasn’t a penny off from the count that Yingxing had recorded from the night before and noted everything down in the log before closing the register. Since they had some time, he decided to check the stockroom. Dan Heng flicked on the light, but seconds later the fluorescent bulb began to flicker. He frowned, it was fine the last time he came here. Dan Heng pulled a ladder from the corner of the room and set it below the light, gingerly climbing it to check on the bulbs, the culprit was a loose one, He tapped the tube and the light went back to being normal.

He looked around the stockroom from above. It wasn’t very big, perhaps a little smaller than his one bedroom apartment. Something caught Dan Heng’s eye. A wooden box at the top of the shelf with no label. Dan Heng canted his head. He wondered if it was some missed stock. He got down from the ladder and moved it over to the shelf in question, climbing up looking for any sort of markings. 

Nothing, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the box. It was unassuming at first until Dan Heng realized the odd assortment of items inside. Jars, plastic tubing, rope, and a folded up rain tarp. 

“Dan Heeeng!” Caelus had stormed into the stockroom, making Dan Heng wobble on his perch at the center of the ladder. 

“W-what?” Dan Heng blinked down at the other man. 

“What the heck are you doing? Stores ‘bout to open, and there’s already a few customers waiting outside.” Caelus jutted his thumb backwards.

Dan Heng nodded and snapped the box closed. He walked down the remaining steps of the ladder and returned to its place in the corner of the room. Dan Heng didn’t really have time to think about the assortment in the box. All of it was certainly items from the store. He recognized them all— Perhaps it was a special order for a customer? Yingxing hadn’t mentioned anything like that.

Jars…plastic tubing, rope and rain tarp— maybe someone was making moonshine. Yes, that had to be it. Dan Heng didn’t let his hyperactive imagination get the best of him. He joined Caelus out on the sales floor where they opened the doors to the shop.

They had switched spots, Caelus manning the register and Dan Heng helping customers. The morning rush came and went. Lunch time was a little more steady as Dan Heng moved onto cleaning and straightening up the shelves. Around two, a familiar smell hit Dan Heng’s nose. Yingxing’s cologne. The man had idly walked into the store. He was dressed in a black shirt and grey slacks. Dan Heng had to avoid staring, the shirt hugged Yingxing’s biceps and chest far too snuggly. 

“Hey Yingxing! I thought you had the day off, why’re you here?” Caelus called from the register and Dan Heng hung back by the shelves he was dusting. 

“Oh, I just needed to grab something from the back. Don’t mind me.” Yingxing caught sight of Dan Heng and gave him a smile before walking back towards the back. Dan Heng tried to return a smile, but perhaps it came off as a grimace in his flustered state. Yingxing’s dimples were pretty, and his hair was tied into a neat ponytail today instead of his normal clip. 

Caelus was singing under his breath and Dan Heng returned to cleaning. He needed to get over Yingxing. The man was taken– having a crush on him was wildly inappropriate. He couldn’t imagine confessing to the man. He could get himself fired…or he could get Yingxing fired. Dan Heng shook the thoughts from his head, and it was at this time he saw Yingxing exiting the back. He didn’t see which room he came from, but underneath his arm was a wooden box, one that looked a lot like the one he had seen in the stockroom.

“Dan Heng.” Yingxing had approached him. “I forgot to mention. I can pick you up tomorrow, if you like?” He talked in a lower voice, so he couldn’t be overheard by Caelus at the register. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to waste your gas, I can get a cab.” Dan Heng looked up at those lilac eyes. 

A soft smile crossed Yingxing’s handsome features. “It’s never a problem. I hope you don’t mind the evening. My wife tends to sleep in pretty late due to their bad sleeping habits.” 

Dan Heng had to blink. He hadn’t asked when Dan Feng wanted to meet him last night—He had expected coffee in the morning or after lunch but— evening? “Well, as long as I’m not there too late. I have a lab the following morning.” 

“No, I’d never keep you. I’m sorry for the inconvenient time. I’ll make it up by making something good to eat.” Yingxing bowed his head.

“Really, don’t fret. I want to talk to Dan Feng. Coffee is fine.” Dan Heng forced a smile. 

Yingxing returned a chuckle. “Well, if you say so—but I probably won’t listen. I’ll pick you up around six, is that okay?” 

Dan Heng nodded, and Yingxing offered a wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” The tall man walked off.

“See you.” Dan Heng said in a small voice as the man exited the store, Again, his eyes lingered on the box under Yingxing’s arm.

Caelus was at the counter scrolling through his phone, Dan Heng joined him. 

“Man, Seeing Yingxing without a flannel and a work apron is always so bizarre. I forget he’s hot sometimes.” Caelus snorted into his phone.  

“Yeah, He is hot.” Dan Heng had said without thinking. 

The look upon Caelus’ face made Dan Heng cover his mouth in embarrassment, his face was as hot as the sun.  

“Holy crap, Dan Heng…I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call someone attractive.” Caelus snickered goofily.

“I am just stating the truth.” Dan Heng couldn’t get out of this. He had said it, plain and simple.

“Nothing wrong with that, I mean, he is. Not gonna lie, when I first started working here I thought this place was some sort of setup cause there’s no way a guy looking like a movie star is working at some corner hardware store.” Caelus leaned on his palm, yawing again. 

“Yeah, I sort of thought the same thing when I saw him last night at the club.” Dan Heng rubbed his cheek before moving to start sweeping. He was glad the store closed early on Sundays. He could go home and make up for the sleep he lost the night before. 

“Right? I’m still bummed I didn’t get to see his wife last night. I bet they’re super pretty. Probably unpredictable too. Hot people always have baggage.” Caelus locked his phone and tucked it in his wallet. 

“What do you mean by that?” Dan Heng asked, curiously.

“I don’t know. Hotaru’s got that mysterious background she never wants to tell me about and don’t get me started on Sampo.” Caelus hung his head.

“If it means anything, I think Sampo scams everyone, I don’t think it has anything to do with you.” Dan Heng pulled a frown as he swept a particularly big dust bunny into the pan. 

“I knoooow, but I don’t know... We had fun.” Caelus straightened up and went about fixing the front counter. 

They both went back to working, as customers had entered the store then. Dan Heng helped the old couple with picking out a new camera for their front door. 

It was a good way to pass the time, and before Dan Heng knew it, it was five and they were locking up the front door and closing the gates around the windows. 

“Must be lonely closing this place on your own.” Dan Heng said idly as he looked out onto the empty street. The store across the street was a dry cleaner, which was already closed. 

“Eh. It’s not too bad. Honestly it’s pretty safe over here. Stelle said there used to be a lot more crime in this area. There’s a bus stop right over there and there’s a pretty cool arcade a block down that just opened up. We should go there.” Caelus added. 

“Sounds nice. How is Stelle?” Dan Heng looked at Caelus, referring to his sister. 

“She’s good. Busy with her girlfriend and working.” Caelus shrugged. 

“That’s good to hear.” Dan Heng thought about her antics. Stelle was a similar age to Dan Heng and they got along well. 

Caelus yawned as he finished counting the register. "Register is off, do you have a few coins?” 

“Check the pot.” Dan Heng pointed to the flower pot that Yingxing had painted ‘change/tips’ on. 

“Cool.” Caelus mumbled as he fished the change out and marked his log. 

“I’m going to the back to grab my stuff. I’m done cleaning the front of the store. Do we need to take the garbage out?” Dan Heng asked as he passed by the cash register.

“Nah, Tuesday is trash day.” Caelus was still looking down at the paperwork in front of him. 

“Okay. Do you want me to grab your stuff?” Dan Heng asked.

“Pweese.” Caelus faux-pouted and Dan Heng rolled his eyes before retreating to the back.

But first, to check something. Dan Heng went to the stockroom and took the ladder back out. He placed it next to the same high shelf as earlier, and climbed up. Sure enough, the wooden box was gone. Yingxing had taken the box of various supplies…Had he bought them? Was he making moonshine? 

Dan Heng paused before climbing back down the ladder. It was indeed an odd combination of items. He shrugged, Dan Heng returned the ladder and walked back to the break room where he hung his apron up and grabbed his and Caelus’ bag. 

“You’re going to buy me dinner, right?” Dan Heng asked as he exited the back and placed Caelus’ backpack on the counter. 

“Heck yeah.” Caelus had pulled off his apron and placed it underneath the counter. “I work Tuesday, Yingxing won’t mind.” He quickly added as Dan Heng had quirked his brow.

“Okay, then we can eat at my apartment then. Meet you by the door.” Dan Heng began the short stroll to the front door and Caelus ran the deposit back to the office safe. 

“Are you ready?” Yingxing looked at Dan Feng. They were parked on the side of the road on the rather rough side of town. High-rise apartments lined the streets. Yingxing knew where the cameras were here— and he knew when their prey would be leaving the bar. 

“I’m always ready.” Dan Feng was staring out the window. Today he was dressed like a university student. Oversized sweater, a pair of tight leggings, and his rubber sandals. A pair of headphones over his slightly pointed ears and a mask on his face.

“I’ll make him walk up the street, -and- I’ll make sure he passes by the cameras where the bridge is.” Dan Feng got out of the car. 

“I’ll meet you on the other side. There’s the blind spot there and you can pull him down the embankment.” Yingxing repeated. 

“I got it. This isn’t my first murder.” Dan Feng rolled his eyes and shut the door. 

The same man that had spit on Dan Heng. Yingxing had not forgotten. He found out the man was divorced, deep in debt, and had already been arrested a few times for robbery and domestic assault. Ren couldn’t have chosen a better target, especially since his last one was…well. Yingxing didn’t really have a chance to feel guilty. Dan Feng had rounded the corner to where the bar was. 

Their plan was that Dan Feng was going to talk to the man just outside the bar, asking him for directions and using suggestion on him to make him walk back to where the bridge was. The cameras would catch the man stumbling across the bridge and the cops would assume he had fallen into the river given how drunk he was. 

From then, Yingxing would bring his truck down the embankment and meet Dan Feng. He had done this before– as long as Dan Feng didn’t mess anything up. 

Yingxing began to drive, nervously tapping on his steering wheel as he did. Dan Feng was petty, he was well known for holding grudges for many years and Yingxing still wasn’t sure if Dan Feng was being honest with him when he said he wasn’t jealous about Dan Heng. 

Yingxing fumed, he had told the truth…but It was Dan Feng’s idea to invite Dan Heng over to talk. About what…Yingxing was still stumped. Whatever answers Dan Heng may want, Dan Feng clearly had ulterior motives and Yingxing would be there to ensure nothing went out of hand.

He found a good spot to park on the other side of the bridge and waited. He waited for what felt like ages. Then he got the text:

Dwagonwaif: Come.

Yingxing needed nothing else. He turned the truck around and followed the dark road that ran besides the river, praying that nobody would be on it tonight— thankfully, empty. He turned off onto a steep dirt path that led to an old boat dock that Yingxing was familiar with. From the distance he could see Dan Feng kneeling over a body.

Yingxing hadn’t turned on the lights to his truck so as not to attract anyone from a distance. He parked some distance away and got out. It was dark, but he knew Dan Feng’s figure anywhere, even in the woods. Dan Feng looked up. “About time.”

Yingxing looked down, the man’s head was bloody and sure enough, he was dead. “What did you do?” 

Dan Feng furrowed his brow. “Nothing. He tried to swing at me so I let him fall. And maybe along the way a rock made contact with his filthy skull.” 

“Well— I need to get this blood out of his body fast before it fouls. Gods…Help me.” Ying had brought his wooden box and pulled out the length of the rope. The plan had been to lure him down the embankment and knock him out and harvest the blood fresh. 

“Have you fed on him yet?” Yingxing asked as he began to tie the man’s feet together. 

“No, he was drunk. Wouldn’t be very nice if I was tipsy and helped you.” Dan Feng responded sourly. Despite saying this, he did not help Yingxing hoist the man up into the trees. 

Yingxing made a counterweight by tying the end off on a large rock. There he began to harvest the blood in the dark. 

Dan Feng stood there watching with his arms crossed. “Why’d you choose this man? Drinking his blood is going to be such…Well I suppose I can pretend I’m a wine aunt. Drinking it in little stemless glasses.” 

Yingxing watched the blood flow into the jars, his left hand clutching tightly to his knife. “Just another criminal. Nothing really.” 

Dan Feng closed in on Yingxing, pulling down his mask as he did. “Don’t lie.” His lips were inches away from Yingxing’s ear.

“He came into the store and tried to scam me. He spit on Dan Heng.”  Yingxing confessed.

“Ah.” Dan Feng moved a little closer to Yingxing. “So cute…you really like the virginal me?” His clawed fingers found Yingxing’s chin and forced the larger man to look at him.  

“Yes.” Yingxing admitted again. There was no point in lying to Dan Feng.

“You know…I take it back, you should fuck a baby into him. I want to see what happens. Or...Maybe I’ll make him eat the cum from my pussy after I’m done with you.” Dan Feng’s lips met Yingxing’s, pulling him into a passionate, oxygen-stealing kiss. 

Those crude words resonated through Yingxing’s head but he couldn’t pull away from his love. Both things sounded peak erotic. But then there was that pang of guilt he rarely felt anymore. Guilt about thinking of Dan Heng like that. 

“Dan Feng.” Yingxing said in a firm tone as they finally pulled away. Saliva dripped from Dan Feng’s pink lips, the only color that remained in his skin. 

“Wouldn’t you like to see that?” Dan Feng protested, running his fingers through Yingxing’s hair.

Yingxing tried to pull away from his lover, he had blood he needed to harvest for said love. “Stop, Dan Feng, the blood needs to get back to the truck soon or you won’t drink it.” 

A wide smile crossed Dan Feng’s lips. “Okay, please work.” He stepped away and stood off to the side. “Make it quick, we have ten minutes.” 

Yingxing sighed, he continued to work, gathering the rest of the blood in the jars and setting them inside the ice box as soon as possible. “I wish you had let me drain him when he was still alive. This would have been much easier.” 

Dan Feng shrugged. “You wouldn’t want him to touch me. Anyway, he deserved it. Spitting on our little Dan Heng. Good riddance.” 

“He wasn’t a good man.” Yingxing reaffirmed. Ten bottles of blood. That would be enough for another two months if Dan Feng spaced things out and maybe fed a little bit on him in between as usual. 

“Well, I suppose this hunt could have gone better. I miss the days of us doing elaborate, flashy stuff.” Dan Feng sighed as he pulled his mask back up.

“The world is different now. We used to be able to get away with a lot more…and since we don’t have the full support of your kind we have to hunt like this.”  Yingxing cut the man down from the tree. “I’m going to weigh him down and take him to the river...Can you take the bottles to the cooler in the truck?” 

“Fine.” Dan Feng did a little frown and moved to pick up the box of blood. Leaving Yingxing to clean up what was left. The plastic tubing, the tarp. He tied rocks to the body and easily lifted it and took it down to the slope. In the guise of the darkness, He walked the side of the river until he reached the old dock and climbed it so that he could reach the deeper part of the river where he dropped the body in. The rope would break eventually and the man’s body would wash ashore. Hopefully by then he would have decomposed enough and any evidence would have been washed away… The body was gone from sight. Yingxing waited a few moments before walking back to the shore and up the side of the embankment where Dan Feng was waiting for him besides the truck. 

“You have blood on your arms.” Dan Feng’s blue eyes flicked across Yingxing.

“Yup, happens when I botch a letting.” Yingxing sidled up to the driver’s side of the truck. He was stopped by Dan Feng before he could open the door.

“Thank you.” Dan Feng took Yingxing by the hand and brought his knuckles to his lips. “I know you work so hard for me.” Dan Feng  kissed Yingxing’s hand, peeling back the black sterile gloves as he did. 

“Not here, Dan Feng…” Yingxing’s face pinkened as Dan Feng began to lick the dried blood off his forearm. 

“Nobody is around…Just a little taste…” Dan Feng’s fangs grazed the side of Yingxing.

“Gods.” Yingxing’s heartbeat quickened, Dan Feng was so pretty with his mask pulled down, he could see down his loose sweatshirt, his pretty neck and collarbone white against the dark fleece. 

“Mm.” Dan Feng pressed his body up against Yingxing. “I want to ride you…” 

“Let’s find somewhere else that couldn’t be a potential crime scene.” 

Dan Feng begrudgingly agreed and they got back into the car. His love had his hand on Yingxing’s thigh the entire time as he drove. They made it to an abandoned campsite where there was only an orange street lamp and a broken gate. The second they parked Dan Feng had climbed over the seat and into Yingxing’s lap. 

“Rip open my leggings.” Dan Feng bit his lower lip.

“Babe…” Yingxing said in a pleading voice, but he obliged, using his strong fingers to rip apart the fabric, revealing Dan Feng’s already moist pussy. “Kinda like the old days, right?” Yingxing cracked a smile, he had removed his gloves by this point and his rough fingers were sliding between Dan Feng’s folds.

“Sort of~.” Dan Feng was fiddling with the buttons on Yingxing’s pants, quickly taking his semi-hard cock into his slender fingers. “How would this fit in Dan Heng?…I wonder. We’ll need to train him so he can take you. So adorable.” Dan Feng began to grind his pussy against Yingxing’s cock, spreading his juices across the tip.

“Dan Feng…Stop, I don’t think that’ll ever happen.” Yingxing placed his hands on Dan Feng’s thighs.

A gleeful smile crossed Dan Feng’s face. Intimidating and somewhat mocking. “You’ll be eating those words soon.” With that, Dan Feng shoved himself down on Yingxing’s dick all in one swift movement. “Don’t touch me.”  He had swatted Yingxing’s hands off his thighs.

An agitated look crossed Yingxing’s face. “You’re such a brat.” 

“I know.” Dan Feng began to move, his hands on Yingxing’s shoulders as he wiggled his hips when he was fully sheathed upon the large man below him. “Mmm~” Faster and faster, the moans leaving his mouth were loud and uncensored despite them being out in the open, in a truck.

“A-ah, Dan Feng.” Yingxing struggled not to touch him, he wanted so badly to take hold of the small man’s waist and shove him down at a rougher speed but he knew this was his punishment. 

Dan Feng laughed as he saw the frustration on Yingxing’s face, He wiggled his hips again, pulling himself up to the tip, holding it there for a few moments before slamming back down against Yingxing. “Ah, can’t do that too much or I’ll chafe against your pants.” 

“Yes…that’s why we should be doing this at home…” Yingxing struggled to speak as Dan Feng continued to ride.

“Where's…..ha—where’s the fun in that?” Dan Feng left a hot kiss on Yingxing’s neck. It was agonizing, Dan Feng let out a little squeal and buried himself as deep as he could, cumming hard against Yingxing. Both their pants were now ruined.

Yingxing struggled, he hadn’t cum yet so he used the opportunity of Dan Feng recovering to take ahold of his waist and began to move him himself.  A tiny sound of surprise left Dan Feng as Yingxing quickly started to move him upon his girth. Dan Feng rarely got overstimulated but Yingxing could see it in the way the vampire lord gritted his teeth.

“Ahhh–” Yingxing groaned as he came, deep inside Dan Feng. 

They sat there, stewing in their sin as they both recovered from the high of sex.

Finally, Dan Feng spoke up, pressing his lips against Yingxing’s forehead. “Don’t ever forget that I love you.” 

Yingxing ran a hand across the curve of Dan Feng’s back, pushing up the sweatshirt. “I will never stop loving you. I wish you didn’t doubt me so much.”

Dan Feng pulled away a little bit. “What makes you think I said that?” 

A look crossed Yingxing’s face, had he offended Dan Feng? “You didn’t…but I feel–” 

Yingxing was cut off by Dan Feng shoving his hand upon his lips. “Shut up before you say something stupid.”  He pulled himself off of Yingxing’s cock and climbed back over to his seat. “Let’s go home.” 

“Alright.” Yingxing cleaned himself off with a tissue and threw the pack over to Dan Feng.  He tucked himself back into his pants and began to drive out of the campsite as soon as he was sure Dan Feng had cleaned himself.

Yingxing hoped to get some decent sleep tonight. He had to make sure he cleaned the entire house for Dan Heng’s visit tomorrow. Plus go to the grocery store, especially if he wanted to cook something for him. Yingxing swelled with something that might have been pride. He thought he was a decent cook, but never got to share it with his lover, so I’d be nice to cook for someone for a change. 

Dan Feng was humming along to the radio, crossing his legs over his ripped leggings.

Art time:

Some updated refs of them~

Plus a scene from the last chapter--

Chapter Text

A dark room, the smell of blood. Dan Heng tried to pick himself up from the floor but found he had no control of his limbs. He could only stare. A dark figure was in front of him, shuddering. The sounds that left their lips was nothing but pain and terror as they clutched their stomach.

“What…What have I done…” A familiar voice reached Dan Heng’s ears. He felt small— Like he was hovering off the ground and observing some sort of ritual.

The person before him slumped over, sobbing. “Of course I’ve failed. That is all I’m good for.” More sobs and Dan Heng was forced to stare down at the miserable creature. Finally, the creature looked up and Dan Heng was staring into his own face—but, Dan Feng? He looked fuller, not as pale as Dan Heng recalled him being- and upon his head— beautiful horns the color of the ocean. 

He felt something, like his skin burning, being pulled away. He had no limbs to reach out and comfort Dan Feng. No words that left his mouth to tell him he didn’t fail. It was as if he was being sucked into a chasm. Goodbye.

Dan Heng awoke in a cold sweat. His shirt was clinging to his bare chest uncomfortably. He looked over at his clock. Just barely after five in the morning. Dan Heng groaned. He knew at this point he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He rolled over and tried anyway. He had assignments to work on, perhaps he would get up and do that. He sighed, trying to remember the dream.

It felt so real, he even thought he still smelled the blood. He remembered the crying figure, Dan Feng’s voice. He rarely remembered his dreams. He thought it odd, even when he was young. One year he had been given a dream diary to fill out and Dan Heng had to write little short stories in the pages instead of actual dreams because nothing would come back to his mind. 

But…no— Once in a blue moon he would have a vivid dream. Always through the eyes of a stranger. Holding the hand of an unknown man, pulling him across a dance floor. Cocktail dresses and jazzy music from a time before Dan Heng. He remembered another of hanging out of the window of a steam train, well into the night. 

He liked those dreams, he felt like a new person in them. Dan Heng pushed his head against his pillow. He saw Yingxing’s smiling face, those dimples in his cheeks…His red button-up shirt was revealing his chest…just a peak. Dan Heng liked the tight black shirt too. He wondered what they felt like. Were they soft or hard? Dan Heng had no frame of reference besides his own tiny breasts. Maybe…Dan Heng’s fingers wandered downwards, pushing back his boxers as he pressed his index finger against his clit. He was horny— thinking about his boss. Dan Heng made a shameful sound as he spread his legs and started to rub circles across his puckered clit. 

He imagined himself underneath Yingxing. He could smell the cologne…He liked the idea of touching Yingxing’s cheek and pushing his bangs out of his face so he could kiss his forehead. His fingers found his entrance as he thought about Yingxing kissing his stomach, trailing down to his boxers and pulling them down his slightly chubby thighs.  A reassuring look as Yingxing pushed his legs apart —

Dan Heng came to his senses, his fingers withdrawing from his crotch. He had to stop thinking like this or sooner or later he wouldn’t be able to look Yingxing in the eyes knowing that he’s pleasured himself to an idea of Yingxing. He rolled over again. Only thirty minutes had passed. 

He pulled his phone towards him, checking for non-existent texts. The only people that texted Dan Heng was his doctor’s office, March and Caelus. He did have Yingxing’s number now– The only messages the man had sent him was his schedule and a reminder that if Dan Heng had any questions, just to ask.

Dan Heng looked at the text and the little smiley emoji accompanied by it. He caught himself again– No more thoughts. He got up and went to his laptop. He would keep his mind off things by working on his research paper. This was a good idea, as Dan Heng didn’t look up from his work until well after eight in the morning where he felt the hunger pangs become too unbearable to ignore. He walked out of his room and into his kitchen, where he began to prepare himself tea and one of the steamed buns leftover from the night before. 

He sat on his balcony and enjoyed his breakfast. He was still in his pajamas and watched a family of ducks swimming around in the manmade pond behind his apartment. After that he took a shower and changed into his lounging wear. He didn’t plan on leaving his apartment until Yingxing picked him up…which wasn’t until later. Dan Heng had plenty of time to kill so he went about cleaning every inch of his apartment, dusting in places he never thought he’d dust— He knew Yingxing wouldn’t come into his apartment, but he still wanted to make sure—just in case. Last time Yingxing was there it was dark and late. 

Finally, he finished cleaning and moved onto picking out an outfit for that night. He didn’t want to look frumpy for Dan Feng or Yingxing. He dug around in his clothes. He found a loose white button-up shirt and a pair of dark grey wide-legged slacks. Dan Heng laid the clothes out on his bed before making his mind up. He’d wear his earring and his gold necklace. He also made sure to switch from his backpack to a shoulder tote. Switching over his essentials like his wallet and zipper pouch of his pens and emergency items. 

Despite taking his time doing these items, there was still plenty of time. It wasn’t even lunch time. Dan Heng went back to his research. He knew there was only so much he could do at this point. He needed to go to the lab to finish what was left. Shutting his laptop, it was now three. He had ignored his stomach again, a bad habit—- He needed to ensure he was getting square meals especially after his Doctor reminded him of eating plenty of iron-filled foods. Dan Heng prepared a small super greens salad with pre-cut chicken. He definitely needed to go shopping in the coming days. He had no soymilk and used the last of the eggs yesterday for Caelus' pancakes.

Three more hours. Dan Heng decided to take another quick shower, ensuring he didn’t carry and sweat from all his cleaning from earlier. He got dressed and returned to the couch and picked up where he left off on the book Yingxing had loaned him. He was taking his time with the book, knowing well he wanted to cherish his time reading it. 

Four PM…Five PM—- Dan Heng got a text from Yingxing.

XY: Hi, Dan Heng. I’m heading over to your apartment now. I’ll let you know when I’m there. 😊

DH: Alright. I’ll be here.  Thanks again.

XY: You’re very welcome. 

XY: See you soon.

Dan Heng got up and made last minute preparations. Checking his hair in the mirror. Smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt. Checking is breath and applying another spritz of cologne. Yingxing was there within fifteen minutes. 

XY: Here! Do you need me to come up?

DH: It’s okay. I’ll be right there.

He was already at the door, he collected his bag and keys and locked up the apartment. Yingxing’s truck was parked in one of the empty spots. He offered a wave from the vehicle and Dan Heng quickly walked down the wooden staircase. Yingxing looked as if he was about to get out to open the door for him but Dan Heng was too quick, He had entered the truck before the man could step out. 

“Thought I’d be a gentleman, but you have other plans.” Yingxing let out a small bark of laughter. 

“I did, I didn’t want you fussing over me.” Dan Heng glanced at Yingxing with a small smile, he pulled on his seatbelt. 

“Sorry, just habits makes me want to fuss over you.” Yingxing returned the smile before he pulled out of the spot. “We live in a neighborhood not too far off from here.” 

They went silent from there, the radio was tuned to jazz again. Dan Heng liked it…It reminded him of that dream from a long time ago. The one with cocktail dresses and a dance floor. Dan Heng looked down at his fingers.

“You look nice.” Yingxing commented out of nowhere. 

Dan Heng started somewhat. “Oh, thank you.” Dan Heng had already eyed Yingxing’s clothes. A dark red v-neck shirt and jeans. His black loafers, meticulously clean. They had red soles…Dan Heng recognized the brand; those were designer. 

“You look nice as well…Are you wearing designer shoes?”  Dan Heng couldn’t help but ask.

“Oh—” Yingxing looked down at his shoes briefly.”Yes. A gift from my wife from a few years ago.”  

“You looked nice at the bar too the other day, but I never had a chance to tell you that.” There Dan Heng went with the word vomit. He couldn’t help but be frank.

“Thanks. I didn’t get to say the same to you. Your gold necklace, where’d you get it?” Yingxing tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. 

“It was a birthday present from my friend, March.”  Dan Heng looked down at the little gold necklace, a simple rectangle plate of gold with a small maple leaf carved into it. 

“It suits you. Nice and simple.” Yingxing turned down a road that Dan Heng recognized that led to a more suburban area of the city where there were more neighborhoods and wooded areas.

“I’m boring, I know.” Dan Heng tried to jest.

“You’re never boring, Dan Heng.” Yingxing said firmly. 

“I…Thanks.” Dan Heng had to hide his blush by looking out of the window,  pretending to be interested in the billboard for SoulGlad.

Yingxing coughed, he must have realized he had made things awkward and he continued to drive. They turned down another street that led into a more older neighborhoods. Some of the houses were a little more worn down then others. There didn’t seem to be many kids at least. Another left turn, and Yingxing slowed down as they reached a dead-end street. Here the yards were bigger, the houses had more space. Dan Heng wondered how old these houses were…at least forty years old by this point.

“Here we are.” Yingxing pulled into a house at the very end of the street. Dan Heng was reminded of other Xianzhou families he was fostered with. There were fruit trees in the front, Dan Heng recognized persimmon and loquat. It wasn’t a huge house, two stories, but had some charm to it. Yingxing clearly put his handiness to use in making sure the house was maintained. 

They both got out of the truck and Dan Heng tucked his tote bag under his arm. “You have a persimmon tree.” Dan Heng pointed to the tree.

“Mhm. Been patiently waiting for fruit.”  Yingxing began to walk up the pathway that led to the front door.

Dan Heng followed him, still looking at everything with interest. They had plenty of potted plants as well, and on a small outdoor table was a bonsai that looked like it had been maintained for a very long time.

“Like the bonsai?” Yingxing smiled as he fiddled with his keys. 

“I do. How old is it?” 

“Eighty years old.” Yingxing found the right key and unlocked the door, opening it and standing aside for Dan Heng. 

“Wow.” Dan Heng awkwardly entered the house, standing in the doorway and looking for a place to take off his shoes. 

“You can leave your shoes on the rack here.” Yingxing closed the door and flicked on a light near the doorway.

The house was dark, Dan Heng noticed all the curtains were those thick black-out curtains that didn’t let in an inch of sunlight. The sun hadn’t started to set yet. Dan Heng took off his shoes and set them on the rack. There were Yingxing’s large shoes there, plus a smaller pair of slip-on flats. Dan Feng was the same shoe size as him.

Dan Heng straightened up. Other than the curtains the house was clean, and decorated sparsely— well aside from the huge bookshelves that bordered a good majority of the foyer or family room they were in. Straight ahead was a staircase and a hallway. Yingxing stood there for a moment, he looked like he was expecting something. 

“What’s wrong?” Dan Heng asked as he returned his attention to the man. 

“Oh–nothing, I just expected Dan Feng would already be here. Here uhm–” Yingxing gestured for Dan Heng to follow. Leading him down that hallway and into a kitchen. It was very tidy, if not a little shabby due to age. "Here, Have a seat.” He pulled out a chair at the kitchen table.

Dan Heng sat down and waited. There was a faint smell of incense here, on top of whatever detergent Yingxing used to wash his clothing.

“I’m going to go get him.” Yingxing nodded and left the room. Leaving Dan Heng alone at the table. He heard the sound of a door opening and Yingxing walking down stairs. Basement?

There was a painting on the wall.  A stork taking flight amongst a sea of clouds. Dan Heng appreciated the artwork, it looked like there was a lot of history behind it. He pulled his phone from his pocket. He noted his location, just…a small precaution. There were more of those blackout curtains in this room as well. 

The sound of the door opening again, Dan Feng walked into the kitchen after a slight delay. He was pretty even when the lighting in the kitchen was brighter than that of a night club. His hair tied over his shoulder, wearing a white linen traditional shirt and a horse-faced skirt. It was a stark difference compared to all the skin he was showing the other night. 

“Dan Heng. I’m glad you came. Have you eaten?” Dan Feng walked to the table and pulled out the chair across from Dan Heng. 

“I ate a late lunch.” Dan Heng looked down at his lap, for some reason he didn’t want to make eye contact with Dan Feng today.

“Do you like tofu casserole, Dan Heng?” Yingxing had walked to the fridge.

“Really, you needn’t worry too much about me.” Dan Heng looked up and forced a smile. 

“Well, I was going to make dinner for myself anyway, So I’ll make a little extra if you change your mind.” Yingxing went about busying himself with food.

More awkwardness. Dan Heng looked over at Dan Feng, who had now crossed his arms and legs, his bright blue eyes fixated on him.

“Thank you for letting me come here. I know this is very strange and I shouldn’t just assume you’re a relative of mine.” Dan Heng rubbed his fingers. “People just…look alike sometimes.” 

“No-no, It’s not strange. You’re right, but perhaps the truth is a little…” Dan Feng trailed off, tapping his chin.

Dan Heng stared at the man, Yingxing had briefly looked over his shoulder.

“So, what is your relation to me?” Dan Heng asked first, and foremost.

Dan Feng puffed out his cheeks as he thought. “I’m…Hmmm. I brought you into this world.” 

A loud clatter came from Yingxing who had dropped the knife he was using. Dan Heng blinked at Dan Feng. Was he toying with him? 

“I’m…I don’t follow. You said I don’t have a mother.” Dan Heng frowned deeply.

“No, don’t be daft— I don’t mean I gave birth to you. I mean I created you.” 

“What…what is the difference?” Dan Heng was horribly confused.

“Dan Feng.” Yingxing had turned away from his cooking.

Dan Feng held up his hand. “I’m not joking with you…well, I kinda am but I’m being honest when I say that I made you— Have you ever had strange dreams– like you’re looking through somebody else's eyes? Woken up with strange pain and…well, feeling anemic?”

Dan Heng blinked. He never elaborated on his illness with Dan Feng nor with Yingxing, how would he know? “I…” Dan Heng was lost for words.

“See— Do you remember the dance? The one seventy years ago. I was wearing the prettiest turquoise cocktail dress…Ugh, I still remember it, it almost made me want to go back to the crinoline days. I took Yingxing by the arm and pulled him onto the dance floor while they played…hm, what was it? Funny Valentine? 

Yingxing’s face had drained of all color, but he nodded nonetheless.  

Dan Heng could only stare. He had gotten every detail of the dream right. The dress, the music.

“How did..” 

Dan Heng leaned forward. “Because those are -my- memories. You are me.” 

Seventy years ago, Dan Feng didn’t look anything out of his mid-to-late twenties. 

“I…” 

“Dan Heng, you’re sick because you, as my vessel, shouldn’t be too far away from me. You’re a part of me and thus get your power from me.” 

Dan Heng pushed away from his chair. He was being played with. Nor could his brain comprehend anything leaving Dan Feng’s mouth. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Yingxing spoke up again, he looked miserable. “Dan Feng…Did you need to put it all on him like this? This is clearly unbelievable to him.” 

Dan Heng looked at Yingxing. He felt a twinge of betrayal. “I see you were never going to give me the answers I was looking for…I’ll call a cab to pick me up.” 

“Dan Heng…Please.” Yingxing pleaded. “Dan Feng isn’t lying.” His kind face, His lilac eyes. 

The smaller man’s eyes flicked between Dan Feng and Yingxing…ultimately, he gave a final look to Yingxing and sat back down.

“You knew my dreams. You know what I’m  sick with…What are you?” 

Dan Feng’s expression softened, his lips curling into a smile, wide enough to show those pointed canines once more. “It hasn’t clicked yet?”

Dan Heng paused. “You’re a vampire.” The aversion to light, the pointed teeth. Yingxing was not cooking food for Dan Feng. 

“Wow…Okay, didn’t think you’d immediately jump to that.” Dan Feng looked taken aback. 

“What did you expect me to think?” Dan Heng furrowed his brows, his hand was on his phone in his pocket. 

“I don’t know, not believe me for one.” Dan Feng said lightly, leaning back in his chair. 

“I don’t, really.” Dan Heng rubbed at his cheek with his free hand, and he looked back at Yingxing again. The man looked guilty now too. Dan Heng's heart twisted.

“Well, I can prove it to you. Here follow me.” Dan Feng got up and walked into the hallway. 

Yingxing followed behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.” he grimaced. 

Dan Heng frowned but got up from his seat and accompanied Dan Feng. He led them into a small half-bathroom underneath the stairs. “Get in front of the mirror.” Dan Feng lightly asked.

“It’s okay.” Yingxing reassured him.

The smaller man hesitated and walked in front of the mirror. Dan Feng waited until Dan Heng was fully in front of the mirror before entering the small bathroom as well. Dan Heng gazed into the mirror at himself.

There continued to be nobody in the mirror but himself. Dan Heng was alone. But, he felt Dan Feng hands upon his shoulders, his long hair brushing against his arm. 

“I’m dreaming.” Dan Heng said aloud. 

“Unfortunately not.” Dan Feng responded sardonically. “Is this enough proof for you?” 

Dan Heng gulped. “I…yes.” So many thoughts were running through his head. He had heard stories of vampires. Urban Legends— sometimes students at the University would claim they had seen one. He never believed it. 

Until now. 

He stepped out of the bathroom, he didn’t want to continue looking at himself in the mirror. “What does this mean for me? I still don’t understand what I am to you.” 

Dan Feng strolled out of the bathroom and crossed his arms across his chest. “Back before I met Yingxing, I performed a ritual to split my soul in the hopes of regaining some part of myself, also security for if I was killed. I thought I had failed, but instead my soul split and created you.” 

Dan Heng frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.” 

A laugh left those pink lips. “It doesn’t— the weave of magic works in strange ways, that’s why it’s kept far-far away from the common folk. It rarely does anything good, everything is give and take. Somehow my soul was sent forward in time, and formed as you. Which is why I said you had no mother.” 

“The orphanage said—” Dan Heng objected.

“Blood magic rarely comes from an actual womb, I wouldn’t be surprised if you just appeared on some poor person’s doorstep one morning.” 

Dan Heng’s breath hitched in his throat. “Then I have no family either...” 

“You have me.” Dan Feng placed his hand to his chest. “I’d like to be your friend, if you’ll have me.”

Dan Heng took a few steps away from Dan Feng. “Are you…going to drink my blood?”

“No-no, I would never drink the blood of Yingxing’s friends. I drink the blood of criminals and animals, right Yingxing?” 

Yingxing nodded. “I’m sorry, Dan Heng. I thought Dan Feng would ease into this conversation with a little more grace.” 

“I’m still not sure if I’m awake.” Dan Heng pinched his leg, he didn’t wake.

“Look, You’re free to leave here. But Dan Feng is the only person who can ensure your illness won’t get worse.” Yingxing placed a gentle hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. 

“What are you then?” Dan Heng asked, looking up at the tall man.

“Just a regular man.” He said with a kind smile.

“How old are you?” 

Yingxing paused. “232 years old.” 

“I think I need to think about everything you’ve said to me. Can…Can you take me home, Yingxing? I promise I won’t say anything to anyone else.” Dan Heng looked down at his feet. So much for finding any solutions to his problems. 

“I…okay.” Yingxing took his hand off Dan Heng’s shoulder and moved to the door.

Dan Feng didn’t move, only stared at Dan Heng. “I’m not lying. If you want to stay healthy, you’ll need me.” 

“I don’t know what I need right now.” Dan Heng admitted. 

“Let him think for himself, Dan Feng.” Yingxing knitted his brows, scolding Dan Feng.

Dan Feng rolled his eyes but nodded. “I’ll be here when you decide.” 

Dan Heng put his shoes back on and exited the home. What started off as a slightly anxious trip to meet Dan Feng turned into a whirlwind of emotions he had little capability to process. 

Yingxing opened the door to the truck for him and Dan Heng sat down without much question and waited quietly for Yingxing to get in the driver’s seat. 

Silence ensued, Yingxing drove back down the street and Dan Heng looked down at his lap.

“I’m sorry, for all that.” Yingxing said. “If you want to quit work, never come back. I’d understand.”

“No. I don’t want to quit. You’re the nicest boss I’ve ever had and…I’d feel terrible for letting you down.” Dan Heng looked pointedly out the window.

“Dan Heng….I’m the one who should be feeling bad, I’m the one who should have let you down. I betrayed your trust, I wasn’t honest with you about my wife and now you know the horrible truth of your origin.” 

“So…Is it really all true?” Dan Heng felt more memories rush to his head, more dreams he had forgotten. 

“Sadly, It is.” Yingxing drove.

“Can you pull over?” Dan Heng asked. 

“I—Sure.” Yingxing pulled over to the side of the road, an empty stretch of grass and woods.

Yingxing must have thought Dan Heng wanted to get out of the car because he tried to get out himself. 

“No, stay.” Dan Heng asked and Yingxing backtracked.

“When I first met you— I felt like I knew you. Like I had known you my whole life. That’s why I trusted you so much. That’s why I like you so much.” Dan Heng ran a hand across his own cheek. 

“I’m sorry.” Yingxing, didn’t look at Dan Heng. 

“If I go back there, If I agree to let Dan Feng help me with my illness. Will you still be there for me?” 

“Dan Heng, I cross my heart, Dan Feng will not harm you. I will not allow him to do anything to you that you do not approve of. My wife may be many things but he’s never betrayed me.” Yingxing took a hold of Dan Heng’s hand. “You are part of him, and so you are my priority as well.” 

Dan Heng went bright pink, Yingxing’s lips were inches away from his knuckles. “You’re just a man…but you’ve lived for so long.”

“Yes, I am Dan Feng’s familiar. He is my master and our bond ensures that I cannot die as long as he is alive. Like I said, since you are a part of him, you are also my master.” His lips came in contact with Dan Heng’s knuckles.

It was then that Dan Heng lost it. He pulled his hand away quickly and went red-hot from how flustered he was. “I-I—Don’t.”

A sad look crossed Yingxing’s face. It was as if Dan Heng had scolded a dog. 

“I...want to believe you two. I’ve tried my whole life to find answers, ever since I started getting ill. I asked myself: ‘why me?' Just like all questions in life, there should be an answer, right?” Dan Heng tried to recover from the heat that had rushed to his face.

“Family is odd. I can never say I had one, besides Dan Feng.” Yingxing pursed his lips. “I was sold by my uncle to work as a conscript in the forge. I didn’t have a choice but to work for an awful man. He was cruel, corrupt. There were days where he would hit me with hot steel. It wasn’t until I met Dan Feng that I finally found someone who respected and loved me. It’s why I’ve been with him for so long.” Yingxing’s eyes wandered.

“He never forced you to be like this?” Dan Heng asked.

“Never. He’s always given me chances to leave, to return to mortality. Everything I’ve done has been because I love him.” 

Dan Heng had to think on this for a moment. “I understand. I can feel it.” 

Yingxing smiled, the tired lines under his eyes bringing out his handsome features. “I’ll drive you home.” 

“Okay.” Dan Heng went silent again. Yingxing pulled back onto the road and they didn’t speak until he had pulled up in front of Dan Heng’s apartment. It was dark now, but not too late.

He sat there for a moment after Yingxing had parked. The man didn’t say a word, waiting for Dan Heng to speak first.

“Can you come up with me? I want to show you something.” Dan Heng looked at him, assuming his normal stoic self as he did.

“Alright.” Yingxing nodded and got out of the truck. Again, Dan Heng jumped out before Yingxing could walk around the vehicle to open the door. He took Yingxing by the wrist and pulled him up the stairs. One of his neighbors was seated on their balcony, but Dan Heng didn’t care. 

He quickly fumbled with his keys and unlocked the door to his tiny apartment. Yingxing was so tall he almost had to duck his head. Dan Heng flipped on the light and ushered Yingxing to sit down on the couch.

“I’ll be right back.” Dan Heng said quickly and waited for the man to sit down before retreating to his room. Dan Heng moved to the music box he kept above his desk. He clicked on the hidden compartment and pulled out its contents. It wasn’t much— but he hoped Yingxing would know what it was.

When Dan Heng returned to the main room, Yingxing was standing next to his bookshelf, peering down at the photos placed upon it. All were taken by March in their many years of being friends. They had both been through the foster care system, after all. 

“You look happy in these.” Yingxing smiled as he pointed to a photo of March and him, High School graduation dinner. It was the first time Dan Heng had eaten Yakiniku at a restaurant, and they made a big deal of celebrating the end of classes by pooling their money together to buy cute outfits to wear and go to karaoke with some of their other friends.

“I’m still happy. I just don’t show it very often.” Dan Heng rubbed at his neck. “I’m sorry, you didn't finish preparing your dinner. Did you want something?” 

Yingxing shook his head, returning to the couch as he did. “No, It’s okay. I have time to finish up when I get back home. Really, don’t apologize. The situation was uncomfortable and I wanted to remove you from it before you got too overwhelmed.”

“I appreciate it…I honestly still don’t know what to think.” 

“Take as much time as you like. I won’t think less of you. You don’t run into vampires and their minions every day and…most believe we don’t exist anyway.” Yingxing admitted.

“I didn’t. I’ve heard stories but I thought they were just rumors.” Dan Heng pursed his lips.

“I know. It’s better like that.” Yingxing crossed his arms. 

The boy went silent for a few moments. “Can I ask you how you get blood for Dan Feng?”  

Yingxing sat down on the couch once more and Dan Heng joined him, the little item still balled in his fist. Yingxing didn’t respond until he had leaned fully back into the couch. “He said it. Criminals.” 

“Do you…kill people?” Dan Heng frowned.

“No.” Yingxing responded immediately. 

Dan Heng stared for a moment before relaxing. “I believe you.” He stretched out his hand and showed the jade talisman that rested in his palm. “Do you recognize this? I’ve had this ever since I was a child. The orphanage told me my mother left it with me. I got it examined once, they told me it’s pretty old.” 

Yingxing looked down at the Talisman in Dan Heng’s hand. It was made of jade and carved meticulously. It looked incomplete though, as if it was missing a part of it.

Yingxing blinked. “How—” Yingxing took the talisman in his rough fingers. “I thought we lost this years ago.” 

It was Dan Heng’s turn to look shocked. Yingxing dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a similar charm, carved of jade and resembling the head of a shishi or dragon. There was no mistake, they were one in the same.

The white-haired man placed the head on top of the bottom. “The first time Dan Feng and I came to Penacony, we had to take a boat— I was holding onto Dan Feng’s half of the charm. At the time— I had terrible sea sickness and I thought it had fallen out of my pocket and into the ocean.”  Yingxing looked glum. “One of the first times I ever disappointed Dan Feng. But I suppose I was still young then…jealous even, I got careless.” 

Dan Heng breathed, a small shudder left his body as he processed this. “I guess it always knew I’d find its way back to you.” 

Yingxing gave Dan Heng a sad little grin. They sat there for a moment. Stewing in collective understanding and awkwardness before the tall man spoke up. “Dan Heng. I’m sorry again.”  He placed the talisman back in his palm.

Dan Heng shook his head. “Enough apologies.” 

Yingxing moved to stand up. “I…should get back to Dan Feng. Take your time to think about things, and I won’t be upset if you want to forget this all happened.” 

He began to walk towards the door and Dan Heng quickly followed him. “Wait.” He grabbed the man by the wrist so he could turn him around.  

As soon as Yingxing was facing his direction again, Dan Heng wrapped his arms around Yingxing in an embrace. He was warm, that lovely cologne filled his senses and made his head light. It felt right. His head could rest comfortably on Yingxing’s chest for an eternity. 

“Dan Heng.” Yingxing seemed to hesitate before returning the hug. Dan Heng could feel a strong hand patting between his shoulder blades gently. 

“Can you kiss me?”  Dan Heng looked up at Yingxing, Who immediately looked shocked.

“Dan Heng…that’s not appropriate— I’m your boss…” 

“I don’t care, please.” Dan Heng said firmly. 

“You are…” Yingxing relented, he leaned down, taking Dan Heng’s chin between his fingers as he guided him into a chaste warm kiss. Dan Heng felt that pit in his stomach go away for a moment, the excitement of sharing his first real kiss with Yingxing.

Yingxing quickly pulled away from Dan Heng, worry etched in his expression. It was then Dan Heng realized what he had done. He had become impulsive in his emotional state.

Abject horror crossed Dan Heng’s face. “I…Shouldn’t have asked you to do that.” 

“No— really. You’re fine.” 

“I…You’re married to Dan Feng and I just made you cheat on him…” Dan Heng placed a hand over his mouth.

“Dan Heng, no— You’re not making me cheat on Dan Feng, He’ll understand.” Yingxing insisted. 

“I’ve had this stupid crush on you ever since we met the other week— and I’m already trying to tear down everything I’ve worked for.” He tried to turn away from Yingxing. 

“Dan Heng, listen to me.” Yingxing steered him around by the shoulders so they could meet eye to eye. “You are fine. I have had the same feelings and it’s because you’re a part of Dan Feng. You would have felt it no matter what because we’re already bound.”

Dan Heng knew any other person might have been crying now, unable to know if their mind were truly their own. He thought that, for a moment. Was any of this real? Was he just a shell with somebody else's emotions? No— the pictures on the shelf were proof that he had his own life. His own friends and memories. His pain and his struggles. 

He was doing this because he wanted it— He calmed, his head falling into Yingxing’s chest once more. Yingxing lifted his face by the chin. Gentle and warm. 

“I’m not going to tell you to do anything you don’t want. But when you’re ready to speak to Dan Feng again, just let me know.”  Yingxing dragged his hand softly across Dan Heng’s cheek before he turned to leave once more.

“Okay.” Dan Heng said quietly. “I’ll see you at work.”

Yingxing nodded, offering a final smile before leaving the apartment. 

Yingxing returned to a dark house. Dan Feng had clearly retreated back to the basement.  He was the angriest he’d been in years. He should have known Dan Feng would have done this. He should have known he would be blunt and straight forward. Yingxing was surprised Dan Heng hadn’t stormed out immediately, turned and ran. He was far braver than any person he’d ever met in his life.

Perhaps it really was all the parts of Dan Feng that still rested in him. The jade talisman was proof of that.

He stormed down the stairs to the basement where he was met with Dan Feng sitting on his armchair, legs hanging over the side lazily, his nose buried in the cookbook that Dan Heng had lent them.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Yingxing stood there at the end of the staircase.

“What the hell did you expect me to say? Try to lie my ass off and pretend that we’re in some cute little world of ponies and rainbows? Get over yourself.” Dan Feng scoffed. “He needed to know, so I told him.”

“What if he freaked out, what if he ran out of the house and told somebody? We should be grateful that none of your kind had tried to take up your bounty already.” Yingxing walked up the chair, staring daggers down at the lounging man.

Dan Feng sniffed the air. “You smell like a virgin…Did you kiss him?” 

Yingxing opened his mouth, he had lost his words now.

A huge smile crossed Dan Feng’s face. “You did! You did— what did he say?” 

“He asked me to.” Yingxing’s previous anger had worn down but his fingers still twitched. A stronger man may have punched Dan Feng for his attitude.

“I knew it. He can’t resist you~ We’re two peas in a pod.” Dan Feng giddily made himself more comfortable in his chair, wiggling his hips and recrossing his legs. 

Yingxing let out a deep sigh. He felt like he was deflating. “Why do I feel awful then?”

“I don’t know. Get over it.” Dan Feng rolled his eyes and flipped to another page of the book.

A twinge of anger. “Get over it? Dan Feng— He’s his own person. He should be having crushes on girls and boys at his university. Not some— Out of shape fossil.” 

“You have many flaws, but being out of shape is not one of them.” Dan Feng quirked a brow. “If you were out of shape I would have said something about it.” 

“Oh…I feel so much better.” Yingxing groaned sarcastically and ran his hand over his face. 

“Cheer up. He likes you and you have my blessing.” Dan Feng lowered the book.

Yingxing turned away, walking back towards the stairs. “I’m going to go to bed.” 

“Without a kiss goodnight?” Dan Feng leaned over the chair, assuming an innocent face.

Yingxing walked back to Dan Feng, he leaned over the chair and without much warning Dan Feng leaned up and took him into a passionate kiss- his teeth nipping a Yingxing’s lower lip, drawing blood that he sucked greedily. 

“Mph!” Yingxing and him finally broke away. 

“Ah— I still tasted him, so adorable.” Dan Feng cracked another grin before going back to his book. “Goodnight, Yingxing.” 

“Goodnight.” The tall man walked away, wiping at his lower lip as he did. The vison of Dan Heng looking up at him was burned into his mind. The smaller man demanding he kiss him. Right there and then, Dan Heng sounded and looked just like the Dan Feng.

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When Yingxing woke up, Dan Feng was clutching close to his side. His head resting on his chest. 

“Morning…It’s been a while since you’ve woken me up.” Yingxing smiled. He knew it was morning as his alarm had gone off, but the room was dark due to the blackout curtains.

“I wanted to apologize.” Dan Feng looked up at Yingxing.

“For what?” Yingxing yawned. 

Dan Feng got up, and straddled Yingxing. He was naked, save for a pair of blue panties. “For not taking your feelings into account when you confessed about Dan Heng and what happened between us.” Dan Feng twirled his fingers. “I should have realized that, in my selfish drive to punish you for arbitrary reasons, I said some things that I may not have fully meant.” 

“I knew it!” Yingxing jutted a finger into Dan Feng’s bare chest. “You were punishing me.” 

“Of course I was. I got jealous, and you made me feel things that I didn't like.” He leaned down, planting a kiss on Yingxing’s collarbone. 

“What made you apologize?” Yingxing rubbed his forehead. 

“Well, I told you: you’re still attracted to me. Just an innocent, pure version of me.” Fangs grazed against Yingxing’s neck before he planted more kisses on Yingxing’s cheek. 

Yingxing smiled. “You know I’ll never stop loving you, Feng-er.” 

Dan Feng flopped back down to be on Yingxing’s side. “I love you, A-xing.” 

Yingxing took Dan Feng’s hand in his, kissing his knuckles. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” 

“Hm?” 

“About Dan Heng. He works the closing shift today.”  Yingxing worriedly tented his brows.

Dan Feng propped himself up on his elbow. “What did he say last night—besides kiss you.”

“He said he wanted to think things over. I told him you were telling the truth and he told me he wouldn’t say anything…he really wants to keep working at the hardware store—despite everything.” Yingxing scratched at his cheek. 

“Well, he is me. I cannot say I never lacked motivation to achieve the impossible.” Dan Feng was now examining his claw-like nails. 

“As much as I love you. I don’t think I could handle two of you if you were exactly alike.” Yingxing ran his hand up and down Dan Feng’s back.

“Excuses, excuses.” Dan Feng mumbled as he returned to cuddling into Yingxing.

“Babe…I need to go to work.” Yingxing looked down at the man.

“Mm, five more minutes. We don’t do this much anymore.” Dan Feng didn’t open his eyes as he pressed his cheek firmly to Yingxing’s large bicep. 

“Five more minutes, then I really need to go.” Yingxing returned to stroking Dan Feng’s hair. 

“When was the last time I tried going out during the day?” Dan Feng mused.

“Mm…Maybe thirty years ago. You burnt pretty badly even with the umbrella.” Yingxing offered a low breath.

“It’s nice to know that the part of me that split is…pretty much human. He can go outside, he doesn’t need to drink blood to live.” Dan Feng walked his fingers up Yingxing’s arm.

“I wondered that as well…which is why I tried to deny the fact that he was you for a long time.” Yingxing looked at Dan Feng.

“No, he’s definitely me. I can feel my own power radiate off of him. But—” Dan Feng propped himself up on his elbows. “He’s fun. I want to keep him.” 

Yingxing rolled his eyes. “Please don’t talk about him like he’s a pet. He’s made it clear he’s basically his own person at this point.” 

Dan Feng pouted. “You’re such a killjoy. You should be happy I’m being so receptive right now. Anyway, he won’t do well without me for long. He’ll need a bit of my power or his body will fall apart.” 

“How are you sure?” Yingxing asked.

Dan Feng jabbed Yingxing with a talon. “You know he’s desperate for answers about his illness. You know he’s sick. His blood is starting to run cold. If we don’t do anything about it, he’ll die.” 

Yingxing pressed a hand to his face. “Ugh.” 

“Chin up. If you play your cards right, you’ll get to experience the best of both worlds.” Dan Feng kissed Yingxing on the shoulder. 

“Right. Why do I still feel terrible?” Yingxing returned the softness by running his hand over the middle of Dan Feng’s back.

“You’re still human.” The vampire pushed himself up off the bed. “I’m going to the basement. Thanks for the cuddles.” 

“I love you.” Yingxing pleaded.

“I love you, A-Xing.” Dan Feng had turned at the doorway, offering a soft smile as he did. It was then that Yingxing had to blink. 

He looked just like Dan Heng when he smiled like that.

Dan Heng exited his apartment. He blinked— the sun was bright and somehow— made him feel a little dizzy. He lugged his backpack a little further up his back. He had a lab to sit in on before he headed to work for the closing shift. He took the bus like usual- His headphones in his ears as he listened to an audio book.

He thought about Yingxing.  He thought about the kiss. He wanted to kiss Yingxing again, but he knew he shouldn’t even if what he said was true. 

Was he real? Was his life all a lie? Dan Heng almost missed his stop at the right stop. So lost in his thoughts. He got off and rushed to his lab— He was early, as usual. He had to wait at the front of the lab room.

He usually used the three hours to finish writing— Mostly his research papers. Dan had only one more semester left and then he could have his degree. He struggled to remain focused though, so he took to pacing the room, checking on the underclassmen's work and answering questions.

When the three hours had passed — Dan Heng now had no excuses. He had to go to work. A five hour shift. Two to seven. Normally, this wouldn't be a bad five hours, but-- He would be working alone with Yingxing.

He was the one that had asked Yingxing to kiss him. He was the one that badly wanted to touch him. He felt horrible.  Dan Heng clutched at his head. That sickness was starting to creep up on him again.

Dan Heng called a cab to  take him to the store. Sometimes he’d take the bus, but since he didn’t have time to wait at the stop, he figured he’d just spend the extra money to get over there before his shift started.

Yingxing was behind the counter when Dan Heng entered the store. He avoided the man’s gaze.

“How’re you doing, Dan Heng?” Yingxing’s smile faltered as he saw how awkward Dan Heng was looking.

“Fine.” The young man responded. He walked back to the break room without giving Yingxing the opportunity to speak. Dan Heng had a few minutes to decompress. He adjusted his glasses- put on his apron. Moments later Yingxing came into the room. His expression was sad.

“Look–” Yingxing started to speak.

“Don’t worry about it.” Dan Heng cut him off. “I’m making this awkward by being awkward.” 

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Yingxing continued to frown, his face was too pretty.

“I’m alright. I’m still not sure what to feel. I believe you. I just don’t know what to say to Dan Feng.” Dan Heng looked down at his feet. 

“You don’t have to say anything to him. If you think things are too weird, then I understand. I won’t force you.” Yingxing finally smiled. Showing off those dimples that Dan Heng thought were very cute.

“But…I want to talk to him. I want to know more.” Dan Heng looked up. “But…maybe I need some time to think all my questions out. I don’t want to be caught off-guard again.” 

Yingxing nodded. “That’s a good idea. I…I hate to say this but Dan Feng does sort of enjoy—messing with people. I’m sure he enjoyed the look on your face when he put you in front of that mirror.

“Does he…know what I did?” A mortified look crossed Dan Heng’s face for a split second.

The tall man paused, lavender eyes darting left and right. “Yes. He has…a very good sense of smell and he could smell you on my lips.” 

“Did…I hope he’s not angry at you.” Dan Heng felt his heart plummet into his stomach.

Yingxing raised his hand up. “No, no— Dan Heng I swear he’s fine. He even said he knew it was going to happen.” 

Dan Heng breathed a small sigh of relief, he didn’t see any lies in Ren’s words. “I…hope so, but he said he likes to mess with people, does that include you?”

Yingxing grimaced. “Well...I’m not immune to his antics- but he usually respects me enough not to go overboard. I—Uh, Oh- work.” Yingxing poked his head back out of the door. 

Dan Heng remained where he was. He had five minutes until he needed to clock in. He really, truthfully hoped that Yingxing was telling the truth. Dan Heng would be risking a lot…but Dan Feng proved to him he was what he said he was. 

He felt a strange pull to the man that he couldn’t explain. When his hand had been on his shoulder, he felt a pull like a magnet. 

Once the five minutes were up, Dan Heng joined Yingxing out in the store where he was tasked with doing some cleaning. He knew Yingxing wanted to keep him busy. Dan Heng didn’t mind, he had plenty to think about.

There was a slow period where Dan Heng just stood at the register and counted the inventory. He thought about that box he had found. That had to be for….. Yingxing said he didn’t kill people. So they harvested blood? From volunteers? From animals? Dan Heng thought the latter was more accurate. Dan Feng had mentioned he drank animal blood when he could. Dan Heng breathed another sound of relief as he returned to work, counting the mini flashlights.

Come time for close Yingxing had retreated to the back to do his paperwork and Dan Heng had been instructed to count the register, he did so without much effort. They were low on some coins but other then that It was a check and credit card day. Dan Heng counted four checks all for large bulk orders from local contractors. Dan Heng walked to the back with the deposit money in an envelope. 

“Thanks Dan Heng.” Yingxing smiled and took the envelope, sliding it into a slot in the safe. He went back to signing off on the paperwork and Dan Heng stood behind him, examining what he was doing.

“Everything okay out there?” The older man looked expectantly up at Dan Heng.

“Yes. Actually…since it’s only you and me—” Dan Heng closed the door and Yingxing’s face seemed to drain of color.

“W-wait, it’s not what you think— I just want to talk in private.” Dan Heng’s face went hot. He knew he worded that wrongly. Yingxing must have thought he was going to corner him for another kiss. As much as Dan Heng would like that, it wasn’t an appropriate place. 

Yingxing laughed nervously. “Yes- What’s up?” 

Dan Heng rubbed his fingers together. “I’d like to arrange another meeting with Dan Feng. Maybe, This weekend? A day where none of us are busy or don’t have work or class?”

The taller man nodded. “Okay. We’re free most afternoon. I’m more concerned about your schedule.” 

Dan Heng paused. “How about Saturday night?” 

“Sure.” Yingxing smiled encouragingly. “And I promise— Dan Feng won’t pull anything weird on you again. I’ll make dinner for you for real this time.” 

Heat rushed to Dan Heng’s face again. “Alright. I’d like to try your cooking.” 

Another smile from Yingxing, again displaying his dimples. “I need to finish up the paperwork, but if you still want a ride home, I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.” 

Dan Heng exited the tiny office and returned to the sales floor. He figured he’d sweep while he waited for Yingxing. He liked his car rides with Yingxing. The man never made him feel uncomfortable, and it beat waiting for the bus or paying for a cab. He needed to return the favor somehow eventually. 

 By the time Yingxing exited the office Dan Heng had already put up his apron and grabbed his backpack. “Ready to go?” 

Dan Heng nodded softly. “Mhm.”

Yingxing looked a little flustered, but he led the way outside, holding open the door for Dan Heng as he did. Dan Heng exited, making eye contact with Yingxing for a split moment before walking down the road to where the small parking lot rested on the side of the building. 

“How was your day— besides working?” Yingxing asked after locking up the store and joining Dan Heng at his side.

“It wasn’t bad.” Dan Heng stood on the passenger side of Yingxing’s truck. “I really just oversee a lab for a few hours and get research done as I do.” 

“You’re about to graduate, right?” Yingxing unlocked the car and got inside. 

Dan Heng joined him, setting his back on the floor as he did. “Yeah, I have a semester left….and then I’m free.” Dan Heng smiled, but his eyes saw something pushed underneath the seat, fabric? Yingxing’s eyes were on him so Dan Heng tried not to draw attention to it. He leaned back up and smiled. 

“Good, what do you plan on doing after you graduate?” Yingxing pulled out of the parking lot and started driving. 

“Just…find a job I guess.” Dan Heng shrugged. “Ever since I graduated High School I’ve kind of just wanted to explore. So If I can get a field job, I’ll take it.” 

“Ah. I see. And what was your major again?” Yingxing didn’t look away from the road, but his fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly.

“Oh, Logistics and Information Science…It’s a convoluted major.” Dan Heng made a small sound of dissatisfaction.

“You’re smart, I’m sure you’ll make it work well.” Yingxing smiled and Dan Heng looked away.

“I hope so. Honestly, I just took it because I knew I’d be able to find a job. I’d like to travel.” Dan Heng picked at a spot on his hand.

Yingxing looked briefly at Dan Heng. “Really? I love traveling…Dan Feng and I used to do it a lot–well that is until the world started changing. You’d think with how accessible travel is now– we’d do it more.” 

“Really? Where have you two been?” Dan Heng blinked, curiously.

“Well…Everywhere. Quite a few Xianzhou provinces, Jarilo, even New Londinium… wouldn't suggest that place. Makes Penacony feel beautiful.” Yingxing looked thoughtful as he turned down the street that approached Dan Heng’s apartment. 

The younger man mused. “Ah…I’d like to go back to Luofu…but I just don’t really have the money or the time to go back just yet.” 

“I’d like to take Dan Feng back sometime as well. It’s been a long time and I think he’d be humbled a bit if he did.” Yingxing pulled up to the parking lot.

“I’ll see you at work.” Yingxing parked the truck and turned to Dan Heng.

“I’ll see you.” Dan Heng leaned down to pick up his backpack, but he stopped at the cloth. Curiosity got the best of him and Dan Heng pulled it out—he immediately regretted his choice. It was a lacy blue underwear, the kind with the thin backs.  Dan Heng immediately dropped it, his face going pink and Yingxing immediately grabbed it and shoved it into the back. 

“I…I  am so sorry. I-It’s not what it looks like— I…” Yingxing covered his mouth in embarrassment.

“He’s…He’s messing with us, isn’t he?” Dan Heng held his backpack to his chest. 

“Dan Feng…” Yingxing looked away. “He– I’m sure he thought that would be funny. He knows I will drive you home.” 

“Do you think I should mess with him back?” Dan Heng said suddenly. 

Yingxing blinked, looking confused and surprised. “Dan Heng— I’m not sure if that would be a good idea. He’d take it as a challenge– or worse, you’re disrespecting him.” 

Dan Heng frowned. “I’ll be right back…wait, do you want to come upstairs?” 

Yingxing swallowed. “I should stay here.” 

“Come up, It’ll only be a few moments, I swear I won’t corner you again.” Dan Heng pushed himself out of the truck, lugging his backpack with him.

“Okay.” Yingxing relented and sighed. He followed Dan Heng up the stairs and into his apartment. 

“Wait here.” Dan Heng set his backpack on the kitchen counter and walked into his bedroom. 

Yingxing waited by the door, his expression mildly nervous as he waited for Dan Heng. Dan Heng rummaged through his drawer. He pulled out what he wanted and finally went back to Yingxing. 

“Hold out your hand.” Dan Heng offered. 

Yingxing hesitated, but held out his hand.

Dan Heng dropped a folded up pair of his panties into Yingxing's large hand. One of the few panties that Dan Heng owned, he mostly wore boxers. Blue with yellow flowers, little lace details. They were the sexiest pair he had… well compared to the dark blue lace panties that were under his car seat.

“Dan Heng!” Yingxing nearly threw the panties back at him but Dan Heng was quick to hold Yingxing’s fist and push them back. 

“Please, take them. I want to make sure Dan Feng knows I’m just as capable as him.” Dan Heng furrowed his brows.

“Dan Heng…Please– You don’t know Dan Feng like I do.” Yingxing’s fingers shook.

“I don’t care. If we’re going to be…well, If we’re going to be friends from now on— I want him to know I like you.”

Yingxing sighed once more, he relented and took the panties, tucking them into his pocket. “You’re…too brave Dan Heng.”

“I’m not scared of him. I don’t want to be scared of him. If what you two say is correct, we’re one in the same. So I would rather prove myself to be equal.”  Dan Heng shrugged. “The panties are just a white flag, guised as a joke.” 

Yingxing walked a little closer to Dan Heng, he cupped Dan Heng’s cheek and tilted his face upwards. “Dan Heng, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone, especially Dan Feng. You’re great the way you are.” 

Dan Heng’s mouth opened. “I told you I wouldn’t corner you again, but…” 

Yingxing nodded, taking Dan Heng’s lips in his. They shared a deep, passionate kiss— There was no anxiety, no shyness, all sexual frustration let out. 

“Mmfh.” Dan Heng groaned as his fingers found the collar of Yingxing’s flannel, pulling the tall man even closer into the kiss. After what felt like an hour, they finally parted. Breathing heavily. Both their faces were pink as they recovered.

“So-sorry.” Dan Heng brought his fingers to his wet lips.

“Don’t apologize. I liked that a lot.” Yingxing smiled.

“Have sex with me.” Dan Heng blurted out.

A horrified look crossed Yingxing’s face and Dan Heng clapped his palms to his mouth. “Oh my gods. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m thinking. I just– I’ve just been speaking my mind.”

Yingxing laughed nervously. “I know where you are getting it…It’s just— I think it’s just our connection. I am bound to Dan Feng's blood and soul. You are bound to him in a similar way. But— I want you to be sure before we…before we reach that step.” 

Dan Heng’s face fell. “I know. I just feel so sure of everything that’s happened. I don’t regret anything— well, I’m embarrassed.” 

“Uh, have you had sex before?” Yingxing asked. He knew the answer already.

Red splotches crossed Dan Heng’s cheeks. “No. But I think I’d like my first time to be with you. I know, that sounds quite sad.” 

YIngxing shook his pretty head. “No. It’s not sad, Losing your virginity is like losing your keys. Sometimes it just happens and you probably left it between the couch cushions and when you find it— you just keep going on with your days.” 

Dan Heng’s face went a little blank. “I’m sorry, Yingxing— You’re not very good at analogies.” 

Yingxing grumbled. “You get my point. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t wound my ego further.” 

Dan Heng chuckled. “Okay. Perhaps I can give you a book on those.” 

“Maybe you could get Dan Feng to read, but I’ve been told I’m too arrogant to take anyone else's advice.”  Yingxing straightened up. 

“So.” Dan Heng added. “Are you okay with taking my virginity?” 

“I…” Yingxing spluttered. “I’d like to, more than anything.” 

“Okay, well I’m sure— so when we reach that step, You don’t need to act so guilty.”  Dan Heng took a few steps back. 

A nervous smile crossed Yingxing’s face. “Alright. Well, whenever we get there.”

“And you’re sure Dan Feng is alright with us?” Dan Heng asked once more.

“Yes. He’s fine with us.” Yingxing turned towards the door.

“Alright. I...See you at work.” Dan Heng offered a little wave and Yingxing made his way out. 

“See you at work.” Yingxing closed the door gently.

 Yingxing slammed his fist against the steering wheel of his car. 

He was so close to giving in. He wanted to take Dan Heng then and there, but he knew he needed to keep his head together. At no time did he want to feel like he was taking advantage of Dan Heng’s vulnerabilities. The young man was clearly taking in some of Dan Feng’s inhibitions. 

The frankness, the intelligence– It was all characteristics of Dan Feng, but that was where the similarities stopped and Dan Heng started to be his own person. The shyness, empathy for others and incredible motivation to prove himself.

Not that Dan Feng -wasn’t- motivated, but it wasn’t the same as Dan Heng. It was different. He started to drive away. Yingxing’s fingers shook as he made his way back home. He knew Dan Feng would smell the younger man on him again. He’d ask why Yingxing didn’t go further and he’d be forced to show the panties. 

Yingxing had perverted thoughts as he felt them in his pocket, he repressed those thoughts. He needed to head home and face the firing squad. 

Upon arriving home, Yingxing saw that Dan Feng was seated upon the porch. Sunglasses on, and his floppy sun hat atop his head.

“Evening, my love. You’re not burned are you?” Yingxing looked around. The sun had just set a few minutes before he drove up the driveway.

“Nope.” Dan Feng crossed his arms across his chest as Yingxing walked up the front path to meet him.

“Good. But…something up? You don’t normally meet me out here.” Yingxing commented as he stood in front of Dan Feng.

“No…Just curious. Did he find my panties?” Dan Feng cocked his sunglasses down his face as he looked up at his husband.

Yingxing groaned and rolled his shoulders. “Yes.” He turned and walked into the house.

“How’d he react?” Dan Feng smiled as he followed Yingxing closely. 

“How did you expect him to react?” Yingxing stopped in the hallway, turning back around to Dan Feng.

“I don’t know, that’s why I did it. Just a little test.” Dan Heng smiled. 

“That’s why you were next to me this morning. You were putting my keys back.” Yingxing growled. 

“Okay— look, I did take your keys and put them back, but I did like our time together this morning. I wanted to cuddle with you, if I didn’t I would have just gone straight back to the basement.”  Dan Feng looked offended.

Yingxing pressed his hand to his face. “Look, sorry— I’m just.. Well If you want to know so bad, Dan Heng reacted by giving me these.” Yingxing pulled the floral panties out of his pocket and showing them to Dan Feng.

“Oh!” Dan Feng took the panties, pinching them between his fingers. “...” The man went silent.

“What?” Yingxing stared down at Dan Feng.

“Does he have a bigger ass than me?” 

Yingxing blinked. “Uh…” Dan Heng did, indeed have a bigger ass then Dan Feng. “Yes.” 

Dan Feng looked mildly jealous as he dropped the panties back into Yingxing’s palm. “I didn’t notice, the two times I saw him he was dressed so frumpily.” 

“I don’t think he likes people perceiving him.” Yingxing folded the panties back up.  “Anyway, he thought you were challenging him so he wanted to give me his panties as a show of…peace.”

“Hm.” Dan Feng’s eyes wandered. “Interesting. He really is cute.” the man sniffed the air. 

Yingxing spoke before Dan Feng had a chance. “Yes, I kissed him again.” 

“Clearly, he’s practically eating out of your palms right now. I’m surprised you haven't slept with him yet.” Dan Feng walked into the kitchen. Yingxing slowly followed after the pretty man.

“He asked me to have sex with him.”

“Oh? And why didn’t you?” Dan Feng was reaching into the fridge for something. 

Yingxing took a seat at the kitchen table, his face mortified. “I feel like he’s a little vulnerable right now, and I didn’t want to take advantage of him.” 

“Why are you choosing now to be so modest?” Dan Feng placed a bottle of milk on the counter, along with a pack of eggs and a pad of butter.

“Probably because I like him, like I like you.” Yingxing leaned over into the chair. 

“That’s fair. I don’t blame you for that.” Dan Feng began to grab ingredients out of cabinets. Flour, chocolate chips, brown sugar— along with a few other things. 

Yingxing watched him. “Are you…baking?” 

“Yes.” Dan Feng began to arrange his bowls along with lugging out the heavy mixer that had been long forgotten under the sink.

“Oh…Now?” Yingxing interjected. 

Dan Feng shot Yingxing with a venomous look. “Of course, now…I sleep all day. And you’re going to bed in a few hours so I might as well bake while you’re still awake.”

“I’m not complaining, I’m just surprised.” Yingxing shrugged as he got up and fished his leftovers out of the fridge– Sticky rice and marinated chicken thighs. 

“Well, you’re the one that told Dan Heng I wasn’t good at baking, so that’s why he gave me that book. So I might as well try— Even though I can’t even eat it.” Dan Feng looked mildly sour for a moment.

Yingxing stood by the microwave, looking down at his wife for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay with Dan Heng…being in love with me?”

Dan Feng made an exasperated look, rolling his eyes dramatically as he tossed brown sugar into the heavy mixer. “How many times do I have to say this, yes— I’m fine. He’s in love with you because he’s me, I wouldn’t expect less from him.” 

“Okay, I just want to make sure. He’s coming over Saturday night. And I’m hoping you’re not going to mess with him more than you’ve already tried.” Yingxing began to tap the buttons of the microwave.

“No promises, but I’ll try to behave.” Dan Feng grinned wickedly as he started to mixer, blending the softened butter with the eggs and brown sugar. 

“I’d prefer promises but…I trust you regardless.” Yingxing sighed and leaned against the counter. 

Dan Feng moved to wrap his arms around Yingxing’s waist. “Look, I just mess with him because he’s adorable. I’m not taking anything personal, promise.” The man paused before pulling away. “He really is rubbing his scent all over you isn’t he?” 

“I don’t think he’s doing it on purpose. That happens when you make out with someone.”  Yingxing pulled his meal out of the microwave and retreated back to the table. 

The haughty vampire returned to his baking. “I bet he’s an awkward kisser, shame I didn’t get to taste him first. Was tempted at the club.” 

“I’m glad you resisted.” Yingxing smiled up from his dinner. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use suggestion on him again, though.” 

“Yeah, yeah— He’s his own being.” Dan Feng made a mocking gesture with his fingers. Those dangerously sharp nails flashing.

“Right.” The taller man continued to eat.

Dan Feng went quiet, busying himself with making cookies while Yingxing finished his meal. By the next hour the kitchen was filled with the delicious smell of baked goods and Yingxing was pleasantly surprised when Dan Feng removed a beautifully perfect batch of chocolate chip cookies from the oven. Yingxing, who was doing some cleaning following Dan Feng, peered over his wife’s shoulder. “Can I have one?” 

Dan Feng looked up from his work— he was using a large cup to make the cookies perfectly round just before they started to fully cool down. 

“Why else would I make them? I’m not going to the bake sale.” Despite the snippy remark, Dan Feng was smiling proudly. “Wait a few minutes and you can have as many as you want.” 

Yingxing nodded and dropped a few utensils in the dishwasher. “They look great. I knew you could do it.” He strolled back over to Dan Feng, kissing him on the head. His hair smelled like vanilla and ginger. 

The rare flush creeped upon Dan Feng’s cheeks. “I guess you can thank Dan Heng and the book.” 

“Mm, but you went out of your way to make them. That’s all on you.” Yingxing planted another kiss on Dan Feng, this time on his cheek. His large hands began to wander, cupping Dan Feng’s small breasts. 

“Ah, I see how it is.” Dan Feng snickered as he turned around to face Yingxing.

“How is what?” Yingxing blinked. 

“Lavishing me in praise~” Dan Feng knelt down, bringing himself to Yingxing’s navel. Dan Feng’s outfit, leaving little to the imagination as Yingxing looked down at him. A thin tank top, black, loose sweat shorts with high slits on the side. Yingxing realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Look, Not my intention.” Yingxing threw up his hands. 

“It’s okay, I’ve been thinking about sucking you off for a while.” Dan Feng’s big blue eyes looked up at Yingxing as he began to unbutton the man’s jeans. Taking his time to tease Yingxing as he got the zipper and made a show of running his hand across his boxers as he did.

Finally, he pulled Yingxing’s semi-hard cock from the confines of the cloth, His fingers running up and down its length. “Still unsure how he’s going to fit you.” Dan Feng commented as he dribbled spit onto the tip. 

“Don’t…I just want to think about you.” Yingxing breathed as he clutched the side of the counter.

More dramatics for Dan Feng, but he relented. “Such a loving husband~” He began to run his hands slowly up and down, spreading the spit and rolling his wrists as he reached the base. 

Yingxing bit his lower lip as Dan Feng picked up speed, finally pressing his lips to the tip of his cock and using his tongue to circle around its girth. “Mm, maybe I should have waited for you to take a shower.” Despite this, the vampire flashed his white teeth and dragged his tongue up the entire length of the shaft. 

“I will if you want me to now–” Yingxing frowned. 

Dan Feng immediately shook his head. “No, I like it when you’re kinda sweaty.” With that, he took Yingxing into his mouth, nearly deepthroating him in that instant. Of course Dan Feng had years to train his gag reflex— he was able to take all of Yingxing even after they first started to become intimate. 

“D-dan Feng.” Yingxing gritted his teeth together as the man below him started bobbing his head up and down upon his length. Picking up as he went. He’d add his hands as he went, drool dribbling down his wrists.

 YIngxing couldn’t hold back, he took a hold of Dan Feng’s head and added to the speed, Dan Feng’s free hand was fingering his own folds, then fumbling with something tucked into his sock. Yingxing didn’t have time to think about it, the lewd sound of Dan Heng upon his dick and his own heated breaths were all-consuming.

“D-Dan Feng...” He held Dan Feng still as he came, the smaller man fully upon him. He orgasmed deep down his lover’s throat. He held Dan Heng there for as long as he could until the man slowly dragged his mouth away, his tongue displaying that there was not a single drop of cum to show for it. 

Yingxing clutched his mouth. “Fuck– sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…You’re not going to feel well later.” 

Dan Feng smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll manage with a stomach ache. It won’t kill me.” 

Dan Feng had droplets of slick pooling below him on the linoleum. Now Yingxing could see what Dan Feng was messing with while he sucked him off. He was pulling a vibrator from his cunt, the controller had been shoved in his sock. Dan Feng had been adjusting the speed as he went.

“Did…You have that planned all night?” Yingxing pulled the roll of paper towels from the counter and began to clean himself up, throwing a few sheets to Dan Feng as he did.

“Sorta. I wanted to test it out. I’ve had it in me since you got home.” He displayed the purple vibrator and remote before taking the paper towels.

“Did you just get that?”  Yingxing had never seen the device before.

“Mhm~ I wanted to get a few things for…y’know. Him — but I couldn’t resist trying it out for myself.” Dan Feng unabashedly pulled aside his shorts, displaying his wet pussy. “Wasn’t too bad. Much prefer you— but to get someone prepared I think it does its job.” 

Yingxing looked away, tucking himself back into his pants. “Ugh. You’re…not going to make this easy for me, are you.” 

Dan Feng finished cleaning himself up, before dropping the paper towels on the ground and scooting them around with his feet lazily. “Nope.” He patted Yingxing on the chest and walked back towards the doorway. “Cookies should be ready to eat now. Let me know what you think.” 

Yingxing was left to clean up what was left. That was fine— As long as he didn’t have to hear Dan Feng complaining about his stomach pain from swallowing his seed then that was a win in his books. 

He struggled to wrap his head around it.

Bonus:

Old art of them:

Don't forget to check back to some of the other chapters, I may have added art to them. 

Chapter Text

The air smelled dirty. Yingxing attempted to open the window to the cramped apartment. It was well past midnight and Dan Feng was seated behind him on the floor. His body splotched in red marks and his legs splayed out in front of him.

“A-Xing…” He bemoaned.

“Love.” Yingxing turned back to the man after he was able to crack the window, letting in the sounds of the industry streets below him. He walked over to the man on the ground and clutched him close, careful to avoid the redded wounds upon his flesh. They would heal soon, but for now Dan Feng would be in pain. The vampire had been hiding in the bathroom all day, not allowing Yingxing to come near him. 

“I’ll fucking rip their throats out..” Dan Feng’s tone changed, his fingers wrapping around Yingxing as he did.

“Stop. You need to recover.” Yingxing frowned. He had already done away the hunters that had been sent after them. He didn’t tell Dan Feng that…He was still shaking with fear. It had been years since anyone had caught up with them. Dan Feng had been lured away from the dive bar he always worked nights at.

They had shoved him into the back of a car and drove him out to the countryside where they had tied him to a tombstone. Awaiting the sun to burn him to a crisp. It had been a close call, Yingxing hadn’t been far behind, but he was able to save Dan Feng before he had gotten too burned up…Thankfully misconceptions with Vampires— some cowards thought that a vampire would instantly burst into flame the second they saw light. Fortunately, creatures of the night with strong resolve could seal their bodies and resist the sunlight for hours— even the whole day if they could. Dan Feng had been burnt like a terrible sunburn, his power sapped in the time it took Yingxing to find him.

“I need you to promise me.” Yingxing finally pulled away from Dan Feng. The man had gotten silent, clearly tired in his injured state.

“What…” Dan Feng grumbled.

“No more working. We cannot risk this anymore…You’re too exposed. If more hunters come after us…If your kind comes after us again then I cannot…I cannot fail you like I did today.” Yingxing started breaking down, his body heaving as his head slumped against Dan Feng’s skin, which was hot compared to how it usually felt.

That’s how the rules started being established. 

Yingxing knew Dan Feng’s kin. He knew well of what could happen should they decide to fully take Dan Feng out of the game of chess vampires constantly played. Dan Feng had committed several crimes, refused to join their ranks and made things difficult for other vampires who tried to be comfortable with him.

It didn’t help after they sent those first assassins, 200 years ago after Yingxing and Dan Feng had gotten together.  Dan Feng had started the fire afterwards…faked their deaths. That’s when they started traveling. At first— Yingxing felt nothing but devotion for Dan Feng.

He still felt devotion for Dan Feng.

That was why losing him would be death.

But where did devotion end, and trust started?

Yingxing never thought about that until that day he started crying in Dan Feng’s arms. Before he was a typical man— never wore his emotions on his sleeves, repressed every impulsive emotional feeling. But he couldn’t comprehend being minutes late…seeing Dan Feng…

He didn’t want to think about it. And perhaps it was seeing those tears that Dan Feng started to understand, and listen to Yingxing.

The rules didn’t develop over a singular day. But when the internet and cell phones were everywhere— where everyone had a tracking device in their pocket things, really started becoming more reclusive.

If it wasn’t for Yingxing’s connections with the black market, they’d have more of Dan Feng’s kind on his back.

Elio, Kafka— The few people Yingxing trusted. It was the great debt he owed them that they were still within his contact. One day, he’d be called to fulfill that debt and Yingxing didn’t know if he was still capable.

Dan Heng breathed heavily as he laid upon his stomach in his bed. His alarm on his phone had gone off and in his tired effort to turn the alarm off he had knocked his phone behind his bed. His arm was reaching for his phone desperately. He had the oddest dream last night. One he had a hard time deciphering.

Standing outside in the rain, he watched another person huddled on the ground. He couldn’t see what the person was doing. He didn’t help, he didn’t say a single word as the indigo locks of the man spread out around him in the rain.

He knew who the man was now.

It was Yingxing when he was young.  He was pretty then too, even though Dan Heng liked how he looked now— with his silvery hair and broad chest. His lilac eyes and dimples. Yingxing with dark hair and a younger face.

That could only mean he was standing in Dan Feng’s body in the dream. Was he seeing memories again? He hadn’t had a dream like this since he had that meeting with Dan Feng at their home. 

Dan Heng let out a sigh as he found his phone and turned off the alarm. It was Saturday morning. He had the day off and he worked a short shift tomorrow with Caelus. Whatever happened at the meeting today—- well, Dan Heng would try to be prepared. He noticed a text from Yingxing.

YX: Hey, Dan Heng. Why don’t I pick you up on my way home from work today? So around six again.

 

YX: Is that okay?

DH: That’s fine. I’ll be here.

 

YX: I’m sorry for the short shift tomorrow. I made it so that you’ll close by yourself, but you don’t have to wake up super early. 

 

YX: just in case things run a little late tonight

 

YX: I can never predict things with Dan Feng.

 

DH: I appreciate that.

 

DH: I don’t need a lot of sleep honestly.

 

DH: I go to bed at two in the morning a lot of days and have to get back up at seven to catch the bus some days.

 

XY: Oof.

 

XY: again

 

XY: I want to thank you again for being so understanding

 

DH: Yingxing.

 

DH: I trust you.

 

DH: Maybe I shouldn’t. I was taught stranger danger growing up in the foster care system.

 

DH: But I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.

 

DH: I mean that.

 

XY: I’m glad you have faith in me

 

XY: you’re probably the kindest person I’ve met in a very long time

 

DH: I cannot say I have the same trust that I have for you in Dan Feng.

 

XY: i understand

 

XY: he’s had plenty more years than myself to become jaded. He doesn’t trust anyone but me

 

XY: he’s been hurt before.

 

XY: I shouldn’t say too much over text

 

XY: I’ll talk to you later

 

DH: See you later.

 

XY: wait

 

XY: before I leave

XY: I forgot to mention at work the other day 

 

XY: He made cookies using the instructions from the baking science book you lent us

 

XY: They were really good

 

DH: I’m glad to hear that. 🙂

 

By the time their text conversation had ended Dan Heng was already up and getting washed up, preparing breakfast as he listened to another audio book over. He had finished the book that Yingxing had lent him already and it was seated safely on top of his kitchen bar counter. He meant to return it today. He was reluctant, the pages smelled good, like Yingxing’s home.

He didn’t know why he wanted to keep the book, considering he’d be going there tonight. He yawned as he placed a fried egg on his plate along with a handful of lettuce greens and a chopped tomato. He took the food to his couch and started to eat while staring out the window.

Not ten minutes into his meal he heard a knock at his door. Dan Heng frowned deeply, he never got visitors. He settled his breakfast down on the coffee table and peered out of the peep-hole. A pretty young man– Golden hair and honey eyes, he was wearing black baseball cap. His expression was hard to read.

Dan Heng opened the door a crack. “Good morning, can I help you?” 

“Hello. I’m…Jan and I’m  a P, investigating on behalf of a client. I was wondering if I can ask you a few questions.” He seemed nervous, if not chipper.

“Can I see your license or know the attorney you represent?”  He didn’t open the door further.

“I’m working on behalf of a client who prefers to remain anonymous until legal proceedings have been finished. It’s only a few questions, I swear. I’m asking everyone in the apartment complex.” He didn’t move to ID himself, only smiled nervously.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a university student. I don’t think I would have the answers you’re looking for.” Dan Heng closed the door quickly. He breathed heavily before peering out the peephole once more.

The boy was gone.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. That was…odd. He had never had anything happen like this. The man looked barely younger than Dan Heng himself. It was clearly a scam, or perhaps he was pranking people for his fraternity? 

Dan Heng did live in an apartment complex that was known for housing university students so it wasn’t out of the question though he would think if the young man wanted to get a bite he’d play his game closer to the university dorms. He shrugged and went back to his breakfast. He made a mental note to post about the boy in the apartment complex online notification board. 

He was— a little nervous now. He hoped this wasn’t something that involved Dan Feng and Yingxing…He didn’t think so. Though he supposed he could never know. He knew nothing of this ‘society’ of Vampires that Yingxing had mentioned briefly. The boy didn’t look like a vampire…but Dan Heng only knew one vampire and that was Dan Feng…who, by all means might just look like a pale, skinner version of himself to the untrained eye.

He went about finishing off his school work after that.  He had assignments he was given to peer review as well as completing the last part of his paper. At some point in the afternoon Dan Heng had fallen asleep on the couch. 

This time, he had a nightmare. His body was tied to something hard as body felt like it was on fire. He cried out for his love, he cursed those who’d dare hurt him.  They were all dead the second he was dragged into that ugly red car. The rising sun was burning him, but he held onto hope that the only person that mattered in his life wasn’t far behind.

Dan Heng awoke in a cold sweat. He looked around his apartment as if there was someone standing in the corner. He was alone, as usual. He got up and rubbed his eyes of sleep and checked the time. It was a little after four. He had napped for about two hours.  Dan Heng got up and started cleaning up. He needed to take a shower before Yingxing came over to pick him up. Plus: he still hadn’t decided what he was going to wear.

He wanted to look nice for Dan Feng and Yingxing, but he also didn’t want to look like he was trying too hard. This would be the second time he’d be over at their home. Dan Heng frowned. He should have gotten a gift but then he remembered— he had some fancy apples that he had picked up from the supermarket a few days ago. His intent was to eat them with Caelus but given that the both of them had been busy outside of work…well, Dan Heng could always get some more.

Well, he knew Dan Feng wouldn’t be able to eat the apples but the gesture still stood…hopefully. Dan Heng went about wrapping up the apples in nice parchment paper and tying off the package with a green ribbon.  Satisfied with his work, Dan Heng went to take his shower. He felt the need to get extremely clean– he scrubbed his body all over. Using a new body wash that smelled of ocean spray, He washed his hair and spent time spreading lotion over his entire body.

He looked in the mirror at himself for a moment, his fingers cupping his small breasts for a moment. He wasn’t as thin as Dan Feng. He still had some chub around his stomach and thighs and he felt just a little self conscious about it. He had gained weight over the last year or two, given he was less active due to his illness. He couldn’t run like he used to, nor do sports at all. Dan Heng knew this wasn’t an excuse, he could always do cardio at the university gym. He frowned at his skinny arms too. He should get dumbbells so he could gain some muscle while he was doing class work.

Enough living in hindsight, Dan Heng pulled on his binder and adjusted his boxers. He walked out into his bedroom and began to dig through his closet for something to wear. He didn’t want to wear the same thing he had worn the last two times he met Dan Feng…Maybe he should try dressing more like Dan Feng? Dan Heng frowned as he pulled a black button-up blouse from his drawers. He shook his head— He didn’t want to look like a librarian either. He went for a plain black t-shirt and a pair of more form-fitting grey slacks. Simple, he felt better this way. He pulled on a tea-green zip-up hoodie and walked back into his living room. Again, he went to clean despite knowing Yingxing wouldn’t be in his apartment…well, maybe. 

Not long after six Yingxing knocked on his door. Dan Heng was right next to the door at the time, pulling on his canvas sneakers. 

“Oh!” Yingxing exclaimed as Dan Heng had opened up the door almost immediately after checking the peephole.

“Sorry— I was next to the door getting my shoes on. I didn’t think you’d be here so soon after six.” Dan Heng tried to hide his embarrassment.

“No— It’s okay. I closed the shop a little early since we had no customers.” Yingxing smiled. “Do you need to grab anything?” 

Dan Heng nodded. “Just a few things.” Dan Heng grabbed his messenger bag off its hook next to the door and then went to grab the fancy apples.

“What’s that?” Yingxing asked as Dan Heng joined him at the front door. 

“A gift for you and Dan Feng… thanks for hosting me.” Dan Heng smiled as he locked up his apartment. 

“You didn’t need to do that, but thank you.” Yingxing returned a warm look as they made their way down the wooden stairs. The tall man was quick to make his way to Dan Heng’s side of the truck, opening the door for him. “Gotcha.” 

Dan Heng shook his head. “You won’t let that down, will you?”

“Nope.” Yingxing let Dan Heng get into the truck before going to the drivers side and jumping in. “I’m making fried rice and shumai for dinner, is that okay?” 

“That sounds delicious.” Dan Heng nodded. “I er…well the gift of fancy apples that I got from the specialty supermarket. I thought you might like them. I can slice them up for dinner if you like.”

“That sounds lovely. I love apples.” Yingxing pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Great. I uh…hoped so.” Dan Heng felt a little embarrassed given he hadn’t originally gotten the apples for this purpose. Either way, he was happy that Yingxing seemed receptive.

They returned to silence for most of the drive over to Yingxing’s home. The radio on the same jazz station that Yingxing seemed to like. Dan Heng stole a few looks at the other man. He was wearing a similar flannel that he usually wore when he worked, his jeans…just a little tight on his strong thighs. Dan Heng wondered where he got the time to work out. 

More things he wished he knew more about Yingxing…but, if Dan Heng wanted to go any further with this man—He supposed he'd learn.

“I’m sorry for propositioning you the other day. I shouldn’t have thrown that at you out of nowhere.” Dan Heng added. He knew he already apologized to the man, but he wanted to reinforce his guilt. 

“Dan Heng, stop apologizing. I already said my peace. You’re perfectly fine…You know how I feel about it too, you don’t need to be ashamed.” Yingxing casted a look at Dan Heng. 

“I know but I feel bad about how I threw myself at you…It was very inappropriate despite— how we both feel.” Dan Heng felt his face heat up again as he turned to look out of the window.

“You don’t have to feel bad. If I was younger I would have done the same to you.” Yingxing let out a small laugh. “Just like how I met Dan Feng…”

Dan Heng went silent for a moment. “How did you meet Dan Feng?”

Yingxing went silent for a few moments. “I was conscripted to work for Dan Feng. He had been ruling as lord over the land after his previous husband had perished. My uncle owed a great debt so I was used as payment. Honestly, It wasn’t bad. I come from a long line of talented Blacksmiths and I got to learn under a very legendary one…unfortunately the man had started to give up on his craft by the time I met him.” 

Dan Heng listened quietly. “Dan Feng was married to another man?” 

“For a time.” Yingxing pondered for a moment. “Dan Feng never elaborated on what happened between him and the man, but he died after Dan Feng was turned.”

“So you two met that way?” Dan Heng quirked his brows. 

“He commissioned me to make a dagger for him...and then I didn’t see him for another two years because of how busy he was. But— that first night, I fell in love with him. Practically threw everything at him the next time we met.” Yingxing looked embarrassed now. 

Dan Heng blinked. He somehow remembered that. He had the sudden vision of a bag of jewels— a beautiful silver dagger. “Does he still have the dagger?”

Yingxing smiled again as they turned down the suburban road that led into the neighborhoods. “He does.”

Dan Heng had to purse his lips as he thought of this…A dagger was certainly used for— Well, times were different 200 years ago. There were wars back then.

“Are you still a blacksmith?” Dan Heng asked.

Yingxing laughed. “No, not really. I don’t really have the equipment to do that sort of thing anymore. Maybe one day I’ll step into a forge, I’ve seen those TV shows where guys compete to make claymores and other swords.” 

“I’d like to see you blacksmithing, I'm sure you'd look pretty.” Dan Heng added– There it was again, the word vomit.

“Well, maybe I should make some changes.” Yingxing returned flirtatiously and Dan Heng had to bury his face in his hands. Yingxing laughed and patted Dan Heng on the shoulder before returning to driving. They were almost there, Dan Heng remembered the street as they turned down the lane. In no time they were parked and Yingxing was getting out of the car. Again, the house was dark, but the sun hadn’t set just yet. The tall man guided Dan Heng up to the door and let him in. 

Dan Heng stepped inside. The house smelled the same– Like Yingxing and detergent. There was a puzzle set out on the table in the middle of the living room. It was half-way finished, a starship from a movie Dan Heng recognized. 

“Are you building that puzzle or is it Dan Feng?” Dan Heng asked as he removed his sneakers just inside the doorway.

“It’s mine.” Dan Feng had just appeared from the doorway that clearly led down to the basement. 

Again, he looked beautiful as always. He had tied his hair up into a ponytail like he did at the club. He was wearing a light blue Cheongsam-style shirt and a pair of black high-waisted wide-legged silk pants. He looked clean and professional. Dan Heng could imagine him working at a classy high-end handbag boutique.

Dan Heng bowed. “Good evening, Dan Feng.” 

Dan Feng had stopped just shy of Dan Heng, crossing his arms across his chest. “Treating me like an elder already?” A smirk crossed the man’s face. “Straighten up. No need for that right now.” 

Dan Heng stood tall once more, feeling flustered. He didn’t really know -how- to address Dan Feng, considering their relationship. “Okay. I just wanted to show you some respect, especially since our last meeting was…a little awkward.” 

“You could say that again.” Dan Feng looked at Yingxing. “Anyway, I’m not that interested in messing with you or causing more drama. Come, let’s chat.” 

“Dan Feng.” Yingxing said firmly over Dan Heng’s shoulder. He looked expectantly at the vampire.

“And…I’m sorry for how I acted. I should have approached you a little better.” Dan Feng smiled.

“Oh…well, you’re fine.” Dan Heng followed Dan Feng who had started walking into the kitchen. “It’s hard to really come clean about our situation. I shouldn’t believe it, yet I feel our bond.”  

Yingxing walked past the two short men, walking his hands and gathering everything he needed to prepare dinner.

Dan Feng sat down at the table, eyeing Dan Heng as he did. “Right? I’m glad you understand. Now– about your illness.” 

Dan Heng nodded. “Yes.” 

Dan Feng lifted a finger. “You were never meant to be too far away from me for long. As a vessel, you are eventually supposed to be reunited with me. Powerful lich have Phylacteries, basically an object that holds a part of a mage’s soul… Well, the step below a phylactery is a vessel, essentially part of myself that holds my power in case my body gets…damaged. I split my soul in a time of great desperation. At the time, I thought I had failed but my soul split from my body and created you. I explained some of this last time. As a vessel you need my power to continue on. You rely on my power to flourish.”

Dan Heng again, listed quietly. His hands folded in his lap. His heart rate picked up as he stared deeply into Dan Feng’s azure eyes.

Dan Feng continued: “Either I absorb you back into myself, or I give you my power every few weeks so your body won’t wither away.” 

“Ab-absorb me?” Dan Heng finally interjected.

“Yes, It’s exactly what it sounds like. We become a whole being again…and nobody wants that to happen, so I'll do what I can to ensure you stay healthy.” A grin spread across Dan Feng’s lips.

“Yes, I…Like my life.”  Dan Heng looked at Yingxing, whose back was turned to the stove. He was steaming the dumplings while moving rice around in the wok. It smelled delicious.

“See~ And also... we need to form some sort of agreement.” Dan Feng clasped his hands together. 

“Yes. Well, I’m willing to come here and do whatever you like in exchange for your help. I’m…Well I don’t want to be sick anymore.” Dan Heng looked down at his legs, his thin fingers. The spots where the needles were poked into his arms. 

“No-no, not that sort of agreement. I’ve already said I’m going to help you. You just need to come to me every few weeks– what I’m talking about now is how we’re going to…y’know~” Dan Feng pointed between himself, Yingxing and Dan Heng.

Dan Heng felt his face go pink. “I—I haven’t…” 

A wicked grin: Dan Feng was messing with him, despite him claiming he wasn’t going to do that. “Well, maybe we can discuss this more over a good meal.” Dan Feng glanced over at Yingxing. The man hadn’t heard him over his cooking.

Dan Heng nodded and looked down at his lap as he waited. Then, he remembered the apples, he had placed them on the table in front of him and Dan Feng hadn’t said anything. “Oh..I brought apples as gifts. I’d like to cut them up.” 

“Oh, how sweet….There’s petting knives over there.” Dan Feng pointed to a knife block.

A small, nervous smile crossed Dan Heng’s face. He got up and grabbed the petting knife and returned to the table. He started to unwrap the apples and began to peel the apples…poorly. Dan Heng forgot he wasn't’ very good at prepping apples and clearly Dan Feng had noticed.

“Here, let me do that.” Dan Feng extended his hand. Dan Heng hesitated but handed the apple and petting knife over. With finesse, Dan Feng was able to peel the apples expertly. He went ahead and cut up two of the apples and placed them on a little blue milk glass plate. 

“Thank you.” Dan Heng added as Dan Feng had gotten up to toss the peels in a compost box by the kitchen sink. 

“You’re welcome, thank you for the apples.” Dan Feng walked back over to the table just as Yingxing was bringing two plates of fried rice over. He set down one for himself and Dan Heng. Moments later he also placed a neat platter of the shumai on the table. 

“Dig in.” Yingxing said as he sat down, setting down a pair of chopsticks and a porcelain soup spoon in front of Dan Heng’s plate. 

“It looks delicious– Thanks for the meal.” Dan Heng said. He glanced up at Dan Feng who was still seated at the table, resting his chin against his palm.  A twinge of guilt gripped at Dan Heng’s stomach. Dan Feng could not enjoy Yingxing’s excellent cooking.

They both dug in. The food was amazing. Yingxing’s fried rice was perfectly seasoned– not too salty, but still bursting with flavor. The shumai– a lovely texture and flavor between exterior and interior meat stuffing. Springy in texture between the pork and shrimp. Dan Heng always appreciated authentic Xianzhou food. 

Dan Feng’s expression didn’t change as he watched Dan Heng eat. In fact, he didn’t speak until Dan Heng and Yingxing were completely done with their meals. Between YIngxing and Dan Heng, they had chatted idly throughout their whole meal. Work, university and music.

“Dan Heng, will you stay the night?” Dan Feng asked as Yingxing got up to clean the table away. Dan Heng was in the middle of joining the tall man when Dan Feng spoke.

“Oh…well, I don’t mind. We…have things we still need to talk about, right?” Dan Heng looked between Dan Feng and Yingxing.

“Yes, we do.” Dan Feng assumed a cheerful disposition as he looked at the two from the table.

Yingxing frowned briefly before opening up the dishwasher and loading in dirty dishes. Dan Heng moved to hand him his own dishes. “Anything else you need help with, Yingxing?” the smaller man asked. 

“No, I think this is all.” Yingxing shook his head. “Uh, we can watch a movie, if you’d like?”

Dan Heng looked at Dan Feng again. “Sure.”  

Dan Feng had no reaction but got up from the table and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word. 

“I—” Dan Heng opened his mouth. 

Yingxing placed his hand on Dan Heng’s back. “He’s not mad, don’t worry.” 

They finished up cleaning and Yingxing guided them back into the living room where Dan Feng was pushing the table with his puzzle out of the way. He had changed into a different outfit, something more reminiscent of what Dan Heng used to see March wear to bed. A pair of shorts and a tank top, a pair of fuzzy slippers on his feet. 

“Before we watch a movie, we need to discuss something.” Dan Feng flopped down on the couch, crossing his pale legs. 

“Oh, yeah.” Dan Heng suddenly felt like he was being put on the spot and it seemed Yingxing did too. 

“What’s that, love?” Yingxing walked to the couch. His expression seemed serious as if he wasn't sure if Dan Heng was going to start being rude again.

“How we’re going to make the three of us work.” Dan Feng gestured as if this was obvious.

“Oh...well—” Yingxing looked at Dan Heng for a moment, looking nervous.

“How do you expect this to work, Dan Feng?” Dan Heng replied confidently. He suddenly felt like he didn’t need to argue with Dan Feng. 

“Well—” Dan Feng looked taken aback. “I suppose nothing needs to change. You’re me after all. But would Yingxing be your first boyfriend?” 

Yingxing looked embarrassed now, his hand on his mouth. Lilac eyes looking at everything but the two small men in front of him.

Dan Heng had to go silent for a few split seconds. “I had a fake girlfriend before. We dated each other for a time so that other people wouldn’t try anything with us.” 

“Well, Let me tell you– Yingxing is the perfect boyfriend. Kind, caring— Full of himself but always ready to kill for his lover….Joking! But seriously, he’d jump into a shark pool if he had to.”  Dan Feng smiled. “If we’re going to be a unit, All I ask is that you -never- break his heart, or our arrangement is off.” 

“I understand.” Dan Heng’s mouth felt a little dry and Yingxing groaned audibly as Dan Feng talked about him.

Dan Feng clasped his hands together. “C’mon, let’s watch that movie.” He patted the spot next to him on the couch. Yingxing moved to sit down and Dan Heng followed after. 

It was awkward, of course. A boy on each side of Yingxing. Dan Feng quickly took control of the remote, he began to scroll through movies on a streaming program. He didn't take any input from Dan Feng or Yingxing.

“Horror…Romance, comedy…Hmm.” Dan Feng tapped his chin. He was comfortably cuddled up against Yingxing’s side, a clawed hand resting on Yingxing’s chest. 

Dan Heng on the other hand was sitting away from Yingxing, shyly not touching the man as if he didn’t know if had permission to do so. Dan Feng peered over at his vessel.

“Dan Heng, You can lean into him, right Yingxing?” 

Yingxing nodded. “If you want to, that is.” 

“I…do.” Dan Heng moved a little closer, but still didn’t exactly lean into him.

An exasperated sound left Dan Feng’s lips as he moved across the couch and pulled Dan Heng into Yingxing, directing his hand onto Yingxing’s broad chest.

“See~ Easy.” 

Dan Heng’s face felt hot enough to boil water, he was touching Yingxing— Yingxing’s chest and it felt better than he could have imagined. It was firm, but still had a bit of a squish to it. Dan Heng bit his lower lip. “Easy.” 

Yingxing let out a nervous laugh, but rested his hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. “You’re very warm, Dan Heng.”

“Mm, I’m sure he is.” Dan Feng grinned before switching to an action movie. One of those superhero movies that Caelus really enjoyed. Dan Heng himself never got into these, but they were interesting enough to get drawn into…well, Dan Heng would have liked to get drawn into the movie.

If it wasn’t for Dan Feng constantly dragging his lips across Yingxing’s jawline, peppering the man with kisses before making full eye-contact with Dan Heng. It was as if he was challenging the younger man.  Dan Heng didn’t know what to do…he wanted to kiss Yingxing so after minutes of taunting he poked Yingxing in the arm. 

“Can we kiss?” Dan Heng whispered to the man. 

Yingxing blinked, his eyes flicking to Dan Feng for a split-second before offering a small smile. “Of course.” 

Dan Heng pushed himself up a little bit so he could meet Yingxing’s face, Like the day before, he took the man into his lips. They shared another passionate kiss, Dan Heng’s fingers getting lost in Yingxing’s hair. A little noise came from their side and Dan Feng moved, his clawed hand finding the back of Dan Heng’s head, pushing them further into the kiss.

“Use your tongue.” Dan Feng hissed into Dan Heng’s ear. “Bite his lower lip.” 

Dan Heng let out a sound of surprise and so did Yingxing, the large man pushing away, breathing heavily as he stared at the vampire. “W-what are you doing?” 

“Guiding him. He’s clearly inexperienced in kissing.” Dan Feng moved his hand away from Dan Heng’s head….And good thing too, Dan Heng felt like his world was spinning. He was horny and out of breath. 

“You can’t force him—” Yingxing started to argue but Dan Heng cut him off.

“N-no, I need help. I know I said I wanted you to take my virginity but—I don’t know what to do.” Dan Heng’s face was horribly flustered, his lips pink from their kiss.

“Let me guide you.” Dan Feng stroked Dan Heng’s cheek. He didn’t pull away like he had done before. Dan Heng felt desperate, like he needed to do this. 

“Yingxing.” Dan Heng turned away from Dan Feng and took Yingxing’s lips in his once more. “Please.” He said as he parted away once more.

“Fine.” Yingxing relented. “I…Let me wash up real quick. I'll meet you upstairs.” 

Dan Feng got up from the couch and pulled Dan Heng with him. “C’mon, Dan Heng.” 

It was as if a million thoughts were running through Dan Heng’s head. Was this really happening? Was he about to have sex with Yingxing?  He was being pulled upstairs by the hand. Dan Feng smiled toothily as he looked over his shoulder ever few moments at the him.

“I know you love Yingxing. You love him because we both share a bond with him. It’s only natural that you feel these things…well, natural as it gets. I’m sure you still have your own crushes, love?” 

“I told you, I only fake dated in the past.” Dan Heng shook his head. Dan Feng was leading him into a clean bedroom. A king-sized bed was neatly made in the corner. This was clearly Yingxing’s room. Dan Heng could see the man’s personality in the room. Books and catalogs on tools and equipment, swords in a display case on the wall. There was a treadmill in the corner along with other exercise equipment. Dan Heng’s internal question from early on was answered. Yingxing clearly did his routine here. 

Dan Feng pulled him to the corner of the bed. “What about masturbation?”

Dan Heng covered his mouth again. “I…Just a vibrator and my fingers.” 

Another smile spread across Dan Feng’s lips. “Well...I’ve had plenty of training with Yingxing, but he’s uhm—He’s not a small man if you know what I mean. I don’t want him hurting you the first time.” 

“Oh…I…I can do it.” despite this, Dan Heng wasn’t sure.

“Really? Well you should at least get prepared.” Dan Feng moved across the room and opened the closet. He rummaged in a box and pulled out a plastic package. “Here.”  He handed the package over to Dan Heng.

The shocked man looked down at gift. It was a brand new vibrator, one of those ones that had a remote controller with it. “I…” Dan Heng was lost for words. Again, he thought: Was he dreaming?

“I’ll help you get prepared, don’t worry.” Dan Feng pulled a bottle out from the same place he got the vibrator. “Come.” 

If Dan Heng wasn’t shaking before, he was now. Regardless, he followed Dan Feng’s lead against his better judgement. They both got atop the bed and Dan Feng immediately placed a soft hand upon Dan Heng’s shoulders. “Are you okay?”

Dan Heng nodded. “Yes.” 

“Alright, take off as much as you feel comfortable with.” Dan Feng was already in the process of taking off his shirt. 

“Wait…you’re joining?” Dan Heng blinked.

“Of course I am, Yingxing’s my husband after all.” Dan Feng chuckled as he threw his tank top aside. He wasn’t wearing a bra or binder.

Dan Heng let out a nervous sound as he started stripping. Taking his pants off and then his shirt. He left his socks, binder and his boxers on. 

The other man had removed his pants so now he was left in a pair of black panties. He was removing the vibrator from the packaging, waiting for Dan Heng to finish undressing. Dan Feng was still pretty. His tiny, perky breasts and perfect pale skin. 

“I’m done.” Dan Heng commented. 

Dan Feng looked up. “Perfect.” He was dousing the tip of the vibrator in glistening lube. “Get on your stomach and raise your butt.” 

The other boy paused before doing as instructed. Laying against the pillow and raising his bottom into the air.

“I’m pulling down your boxers.” Dan Feng added.

“Okay.” 

Dan Feng pulled down Dan Heng’s boxers and cold air hit his privates. It was at this point that Dan Heng had wished he had shaved a little better. He felt self-conscious. 

A slap! Dan Heng had struck Dan Heng buttocks out of the blue and Dan Heng yelped.

“Sorry. Your ass is bigger than mine and I’m a little envious right now.”  Dan Feng said from behind him. 

“Warn me next time.” Dan Heng grumbled.

“Fiiine~” Dan Feng began to press the vibrator against Dan Heng’s folds. He hadn’t turned it on yet. The cold silicone and lube hit him just as harshly as the slap. Dan Feng took his time as he rubbed the object up and down Dan Heng’s cunt, taking extra care when he pressed it against his clit.  Finally, he slid it inside. 

Dan Heng made hiss through his teeth as he tried to not feel uncomfortable. His brain was still whirring in every different direction as Dan Feng pulled the vibrator out before shoving it back all the way. 

“Turning it on.” Dan Feng said after a few moments of toying around with Dan Heng.

“P-please…Before I get too weirded out.” 

A laugh left Dan Feng as he moved to meet Dan Heng on the pillow next to him. He plopped down and held the remote in front of Dan Heng’s face. He pressed the switch.

Dan Heng let out a gasp as it started at a steady speed. His legs shook as he tried to adjust. Dan Feng seemed to be enjoying the sight. Watching Dan Heng struggle to remain upright as he slowly turned the speed up on the toy. 

“You’re very pretty, Dan Heng. Next time wear your glasses.” Dan Feng chuckled as he wiped spit from the corner of Dan Heng’s lips. 

Dan Heng let out another sound, his legs buckled out from underneath him as Dan Feng reached the highest speed, he was already getting close to climaxing, the gags of pleasure leaving his throat clearly eliciting something from Dan Feng as they made eye contact. 

Then—-it stopped. The vibrator went still and Dan Heng was left edged and breathing heavily into the pillow. 

The door had opened to the bedroom and Yingxing stood there with a mixed expression. Dan Heng couldn’t see him, he was too busy recovering into the pillow. 

“Dan Feng…” Yingxing said the large man moved to the bed. 

“Yingxing.” Dan Feng pushed himself up, pulling Dan Heng up with him, turning him around as he did.  “He’s ready for you~”

Dan Heng had recovered, his body hot as he adjusted his posture and turned onto his back, pulling away from Dan Feng’s icy grip. 

“Dan Heng.” Yingxing sat down on the bed next to Dan Heng. The beautiful man had put his silvery hair up into a small bun at the base of his neck, the rest of his long hair cascading down his back. He had no shirt on, but was still wearing a pair of simple grey sweatpants. “You’re so pretty, Dan Heng.” He leaned over and kissed Dan Heng on the lips.

Dan Feng joined them, Kissing Dan Heng on the cheek while his fingers wandered down to Dan Heng’s cunt. He pulled the vibrator away, allowing arousal to drip freely across Dan Heng’s thighs. “I got him as prepared as I could.” Dan Feng used his hands to spread Dan Heng’s legs further apart.

Dan Heng did try to protest, but he was pulled into a trance, so encapsulated in Yingxing’s kiss. With his legs spread, Dan Feng used his fingers to further pull apart Dan Heng's pussy lips, displaying him to Yingxing.

“I…” Yingxing looked down at the scene below him. 

“Please…” Dan Heng pleaded.

“He’s begging you, Yingxing.” Dan Feng pulled his hands away from Dan Feng’s privates, instead leaning into Dan Heng as support, pressing a kiss to Dan Heng’s cheek as if this was supposed to be some sort of…mirror encouragement. 

Yingxing couldn’t help himself any longer, He pulled his sweatpants down and kicked them off, his mostly-hard cock springing free from the cloth. He climbed atop Dan Heng, planting wet kisses all over the boy’s face as he adjusted himself between his legs. The bottle of lube was pressed against Yingxing’s chest by Dan Feng and the man immediately began to spread the liquid across his massive length. 

“Dan Heng…If I hurt you– please let me know.” Yingxing tossed the lube aside as he grinded his cock gently against Dan Heng’s folds and puckered clit. 

“If you need something to bite onto, just bite me, Dan Heng.” Dan Feng muttered into the young man’s ear. He planted another kiss into his jawline. 

Dan Heng nodded, his eyes half-lidded as he waited in anticipation. “I trust you.”

A few more pumps, Yingxing finally started to press himself into Dan Heng’s entrance. He could see Dan Heng struggling, he had never taken anything so big in his life and he was clearly in pain.

“A-ah! I-It hurts…” Dan Heng bit his lower lip. 

Dan Feng would take hold of one of his hands and grip him tightly. “It’ll go away soon, just be strong.” 

Yingxing continued to push himself further into Dan Heng— the smell of copper, he had breached Dan Heng’s hymen. “I’m sorry ... .Dan Heng, Just a little bit more…”  A few more agonizing seconds and finally, he was fully sheathed inside Dan Heng.

Dan Heng was spluttering, gasping as they remained still for a moment. The pain was slowly being replaced with something else…the sensation of being full, of being pressed to his limit. Dan Heng had never felt anything like this.

“You’re doing so well.” Dan Feng encouraged, pressing a chaste kiss to Dan Heng’s forehead as he wiped away the sweat.

“You’re doing so well.” Yingxing repeated. “I’m going to start moving.” 

The man below him nodded and Yingxing started to move, slow at first– His strong hips pressing firmly into Dan Heng’s thighs. The pain– was slowly being replaced with pleasure as Yingxing picked up speed. All while Dan Feng stayed close to Dan Heng, saying little words of praise and holding his hand all through it. 

Flesh hitting flesh, Dan Heng felt his skin go raw as Yingxing slammed hard into his cervix, His legs went numb— then they shook. He felt himself cum and the ringing filled his ears as he tried to recover. Now the pleasure was being replaced with overstimulation. He begged, shuddered —-

“Just a little bit more.” Yingxing grunted as he continued to pick up speed, his thrusts short and firm, seeking one thing, and one thing only. Dan Heng hadn’t thought— he had not thought about protection– so blinded he was by lust.

Yingxing came, moaning as he bottomed out, cumming deep inside Dan Heng as he did. Yingxing collapsed into him. Hugging and kissing Dan Heng as he did. 

“A-are you okay?” He said in a breathy tone. 

“I-I’m fine…” Dan Heng bumbled “You…You came inside…”

“I’m sorry.” Yingxing breathed apologetically as he pushed hair out of Dan Heng’s eyes. 

“If it means anything— He cums in me all the time.” Dan Feng pushed himself up from the bed, wiping sweat from Dan Heng’s chest as he did. 

“I’m going to get some things to clean you up.” Yingxing pulled out of Dan Heng and with some effort— got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

Dan Heng could only lay there, his legs slightly parted, feeling like jelly against the soft sheets.

Dan Feng was covering his nose, but he was clearly amused, looking down at Dan Heng.

“What?” Dan Heng said in a tired tone.

“How was it?” A chuckle left his lips.

“Good…It felt fine…” Dan Heng’s stormy-blue eyes peered at Dan Feng. “Why are you covering your nose?”

“You were bleeding when he breached your hymen. I don’t want to smell it.” 

Dan Heng groaned. “Oh…I didn’t think those were really a thing.” 

“It depends. Never happened to me.” Dan Feng shrugged. 

Dan Feng planted another kiss on Dan Heng’s forehead. “I’m going to go get you something to drink.” 

“Thanks.” Dan Heng suddenly felt awfully thirsty, but he also felt like he had run a mile. Dan Feng climbed out of bed and disappeared into the hallway as well.

An odd feeling in Dan Heng’s gut. Was it guilt? But it was neither pride– accomplishment? He felt like he had done something he had been planning to do for years. He supposed he could have second thoughts in the morning.

Everything was already so strange.

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He awoke to the smell of bacon. When Dan Heng pushed himself the bed was empty beside him and his clothes had been set out on the end of the bed, along with his messenger bag that he had left downstairs. A sticky note was left on Dan Heng’s shirt:

Bathroom is the door to the left of my bedroom. Feel free to use anything in there. I have a towel set out for you. Breakfast should be ready when you're done.

He felt a little sore but nothing he couldn’t manage. Dan Heng walked out of the room and made himself to the bathroom. Dan Heng stood looking at himself in the mirror after closing the door. A fresh towel was already set out on the counter as well as a toothbrush. Dan Heng smiled as he turned on the shower. This was clearly the bathroom that Yingxing used. His cologne was on the counter. Extra hairpins and ties were in a little wicker basket on the counter.  A gold watch in a dish along with a gold chain. The one Yingxing had been wearing that night at the club. As he waited for the water to warm up, Dan Heng pressed his nose to the cologne bottle. 

He wondered if Yingxing would notice if he sprayed himself with it…He wanted to get his scent on something…Dan Heng rummaged in his backpack and found his handkerchief. It would have to do— He sprayed a few squirts into the cloth before folding it as many times as he could before tucking it deep into the depths of his bag. He didn’t want to seem creepy— surely if he sprayed himself in the cologne, Yingxing would raise an eyebrow. 

Dan Heng finally got into the shower, rinsing himself off with strawberry scented soap that was in a little shelf that seemed to be some of Dan Feng’s toiletries. Cherry-and-Cream scented body wash, a hair mask– Among a myriad of other products. Shampoos, conditioner – More than Dan Heng ever used. Dan Heng blinked— Wait— Yingxing had very long and pretty hair. He probably needed to use these sorts of things too. Dan Heng sometimes used some hair cream…but he never thought too deeply on anything other than his shampoo and conditioner. 

He stepped out of the shower and dried off. He pulled his clothes on, He had a spare shirt in his bag, he’d figure he’d wear that to work instead of going all the way home to change. Dan Heng went downstairs where he met Yingxing in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.

His hair was tied up into a ponytail again, wearing a white apron over his black shirt and tan slacks. “Morning.” He smiled over his shoulder. “Hungry?”

Dan Heng nodded. “Very.” He placed his bag down on the edge of the counter and sat down at the table. “Thank you.”

Yingxing was busy pushing eggs around a pan at low heat. “For what?”

“Just…being there. And Dan Feng too. I practically threw myself at you and you’ve been nothing but kind and respectable.” Dan Heng got up from the table to stand beside Yingxing as he cooked.

“Look, Dan Heng…You don’t need to thank me. Honestly, I feel guilty.” Yingxing rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Why so?” Dan Heng frowned. 

“Because you’re still young and have a ton of options out there. I know we have a bond of sorts, especially with Dan Feng being involved but I feel like I may be taking advantage of the situation.” Yingxing sighed. 

“Yingxing, you’re not taking advantage of me. I consciously made all these choices. I wanted to have sex with you—Was that why you were so quiet last night?” Dan Heng placed a hand on Yingxing's strong arm.

“Figured you’d notice.” Yingxing began tipping the eggs onto one of two plates that had apready been set with bacon. 

“Yes. I must have made you uncomfortable. Was the sex alright, though?” Dan Heng asked as Yingxing handed him over one of the plates.

“The sex was amazing, Dan Heng. I’m more worried about you—You were in a lot of pain.” Yingxing led the way to the table.

“It was pretty painful. Dan Feng said I'd be as much.” Dan Heng rubbed his cheek. “But it felt really good after that.” 

“I’m glad you got to enjoy some of it…Dan Feng has been my only partner. So…I suppose I’m technically inexperienced.” Yingxing laughed into his eggs.

“But you two have had sex consistently for 200 years…That’s a lot of time to be good at sex.” The younger man looked down at his bacon.

“I suppose you’re right and it hasn’t been like Dan Feng has never challenged me on my sexuality. As you’ve noticed, he’s bounced around identities over the years.” Yingxing pondered over a bite of eggs.

“I was actually going to ask, He doesn’t seem to mind what pronouns you call him…I’ve heard they—him.” Dan Heng took a bite of the bacon finally. Perfectly cooked. A good middle-ground between crispy and chewy.

“He’s gone by ‘she’ before too. But that was when Dan Feng used to work too. Usually at night of course.” Yingxing looked a little reminiscent.

“What sort of jobs did he work?” Dan Heng curiously cocked his head.

“Bartender, host…Performer, mostly stuff that had to do at night in clubs or the underground. There weren't many options. We had an incident and after that we had to reel in some of the things that we did. Especially when it involved people of less-than-reputable occupation.” Yingxing frowned but continued to eat.

“You two were criminals, is what you’re saying?” Dan Heng quirked a brow.

Yingxing seemed to splutter. “N-no, not really. But when you’re a vampire and a vampire minion you tend to have to tread a fine line to ensure normal people don’t catch on or you get swept into the secret societies of blood suckers.” 

“So…all that secret society stuff is true? It’s not just conspiracy theories?” Dan Heng blinked.

“Yes. It’s all true, and they are as dangerous as the rumors.”  Ren sighed. “So…Again, I reiterate. If you think this is too much. I won’t force you.”

“No, I’ve made my mind up. Especially if I want to stay healthy. Honestly you seem like you’ve been able to manage for a while at the hardware store.”  Dan Heng offered Yingxing an encouraging smile.

“True. I do like working at the hardware store.” Yingxing looked down at his phone. “Oh, you have a few hours until your shift. If you want me to take you back early, just let me know. Until then, I figured I’d get some work done in the garden while Dan Feng is asleep.”

“Can I help?” Dan Heng asked. It had been a long time since he had been able to work in a garden. Back in his sophomore and junior year he would go down to the community garden and water the plants. He had bell pepper plants he unsuccessfully grown, but enjoyed the process.

“Well, only if you’d like. I wouldn’t mind an extra hand.” Yingxing’s expression lit up. 

After cleaning up Dan Heng was given a hat and a pair of gloves, along with an apron. Yingxing showed Dan Feng the backyard. It was a quaint, pretty garden. A little overgrown but that added to the charm. Climbing asters, agapanthus, white spider lilies— Yingxing had some metal bins that he had converted into vegetable planters. Cherry tomatoes and green peppers, along with dill plants. 

“Here, let me show you something.” Yingxing, who was pulling on a pair of leather gloves, ushered Dan Heng over to the vegetables.

Dan Heng approached the man, who was pointing to something on the dill.

“Black Swallowtail caterpillars. Eating up all my dill, but I don’t mind. They’re pretty.” Sure enough, there were two plump caterpillars gorging on the herb. 

“They look to be almost fully grown, I bet they’ll be finding someplace to transform soon.” Dan Heng added as he watched one of the caterpillars move along the stem to find a different place to feast.

“You’re probably right. I’ve seen their chrysalis in odd places before. I have to be careful where I prune.” Yingxing pointed to the tomato plants. “Mind collecting some ripe tomatoes for me? I have a basket over there.” 

Dan Heng nodded and went to grab said basket. He looked back at the sliding-glass window that led to the kitchen —and for a split moment he thought he saw someone at the door. Dan Heng shook his head when all he saw was his own reflection moments later. He went back to picking tomatoes as Yingxing watered other plants. 

They chatted over the gardening. Thankfully it wasn’t too hot of a day, a gentle spring breeze wafted through the air and Yingxing and him were able to take a break with ice-cold glasses of lemonade on the wooden bench that Yingxing said he built himself.

“Thanks, this was a very nice experience.” Dan Heng admitted as Yingxing took a deep drink from his glass. 

“I’m glad you liked it. It’s nice looking at the garden during the day. I normally do my gardening at night when Dan Feng is feeling it…He really likes his roses and asters. I’ve been hoping the hollyhock comes this year but I’ll see.” Yingxing looked wistful as he leaned back into the bench.

“I think my favorite flowers are celestial star lilies.” Dan Heng mused as he took a small sip of the lemonade.

“Hm, I don’t think I’ve heard of those?”

“T-they are rare, honestly. I only heard of them through my best friend, March. They are rare lilies that only bloom during a very short period in the evening. Between five and seven they open to reveal beautiful blue and white petals…then they close for good. Which means butterflies and bees only have a very short period of time to pollinate them.”  Dan Heng rubbed his cheek.

“Really, funny how some plants evolved like that, I wonder what may be the reason…”

Dan Heng shrugged. “But it reminds me a little of vampires. Only coming out to show how pretty they are at night.”

Yingxing snorted. “Did you just call Dan Feng pretty?” 

“Of course. He is.” Dan Heng had a hard time hiding his blush under his floppy sun hat.

“Wish he was here to hear that. To be honest…I’m glad you two are getting along. I feared Dan Feng might be a little jealous.” Yingxing admitted.

“He said he was jealous of my ass.” Dan Feng responded. “But he’s thin and beautiful. He looks like a model.”

Yingxing groaned, but laughed. “Please, you’re going to fuel his already huge ego.” 

“I-It’s true! I’m not going to lie, I haven’t been keeping up with my exercise regimen and I’ve been eating out a lot since I started hanging out more with Caelus and I’ve been busy with classes.” Dan Heng looked away from the larger man.

“Your body is crazy, Dan Heng. I hope you know that. Like—beautiful, very beautiful. I’d be worshipping you as much as I worship Dan Feng.” Yingxing had to cough to correct his wording.

“Thanks.” Dan Heng tugged on Yingxing’s sleeve. 

“Hm?”  Yingxing turned back to Dan Heng.

“Can I have a kiss?” Dan Heng asked bluntly. 

“Yeah..” Yingxing flushed before pushing the hat back, he’d drag Dan Heng’s chin up gently so they could kiss. The mix of sweet and sour from the lemonade, Yingxing’s minty chapstick. Dan Heng couldn’t help but bring his fingers to Yingxing’s chest.

The split apart. Yingxing looked down at his watch. “Oh, we should get ready. Gotta drop you off at the store…are you sure you want to work today? I can always take your shift.” 

Dan Heng shook his head. “No, enjoy your day off. Spend time with Dan Feng.” Dan Heng got up and the two of them made their way back inside the house.

“Should I…say something to Dan Feng?” Dan Heng stopped by the door to the basement. 

Yingxing was quick to reply. “Don’t worry about it. If you need to tell him something—I can always do it. Or he’ll do it himself. I’m unsure if he’s actually ‘sleeping’ or not down there, but if he is—- it’s best not to wake him.” Yingxing had taken the hat and gloves from Dan Heng and dropped them onto the kitchen table. 

“Okay, if you say so.” Dan Heng looked at the door before looking back at Yingxing.

“Oh, yeah…Here.” Yingxing moved to the fridge and removed a container of food from it. He handed it to Dan Heng. “Here, some leftovers for your lunch– or dinner.” 

Dan Heng graciously took the food, tucking it into his bag. They walked out of the house, Yingxing making sure to lock up before they drove off. 

It was a normal shift. Dan Heng used the quiet time to clean while Caelus manned the register. 

“Did Yingxing drop you off again?” Caelus asked as Dan Heng emptied the dust pan into the trash can.

“Yes.” Dan Heng replied as casually as he could.

“You’ve been hanging out?” Caelus leaned on his hand. He was playing with one of the mini-wrenches, flipping it through his fingers. 

“A little bit.” Dan Heng knew Caelus would ask. The young man wasn’t stupid, despite him acting like it at times.

A look crossed Caelus’ face. “Hmm. I think it’s more than a little bit, but okay–I saw the way he took you aside the other week when he came to the store on his day off.” 

“Please. Caelus.” Dan Heng looked away, his face warming.

“No need to get embarrassed. I would too…especially Yingxing. Just…Hm, interesting.” The boy chuckled. “Not like we got a HR department here, Pavel doesn’t even come into the store except to pick up the deposits.” 

Dan Heng continued to avoid Caelus’ gaze as he continued to sweep. “He’s a very interesting man, and I like his wife.” 

“Shame I still haven’t met them.” Caelus went wistful. 

“Maybe one day.” Dan Heng said. “Hey, did you ever get in contact with Hotaru again?”

Dan Heng was happy he successfully changed the subject, Caelus immediately started talking about Hotaru and how she invited him out to another party. Dan Heng was glad Caelus had finally hit it off with the girl, he was growing concerned with Caelus’ off and on relationship with Sampo, who was a well-known charlatan in the area, especially when it came to money.

Dan Heng helped Caelus close the shop, doing most of the money-related tasks given that Caelus had to open by himself. They were quick to roll out of the store, the second five rolled around and Dan Heng was able to hitch a ride with Caelus. He asked his friend to let him off at the pharmacy near his apartment complex. There he was able to pick up a few things, mostly the contraceptive pills.

When Dan Heng got to the curb close to his apartment, he had to stop before walking up the wooden staircase. He could see the blonde boy from before. He was sitting on a bike, talking lowly on his phone.

This made little sense, if he was some sort of PI, why was he just sitting on a bike? Dan Heng frowned at him, thankfully the boy seemed distracted by his phone call that he didn’t look in Dan Hengs’s direction. 

Dan Heng walked up the stairs and entered his apartment, carefully to ensure the latch was drawn. He thought about reporting the young man again. Clearly he was stalking someone around the complex and Dan Heng didn’t care for that. 

Apartment Complex Chat:

 

202: Anyone get a young man knocking on their door claiming to be a private investigator?

 

102: No, but I’ve seen a young man standing outside my apartment going up and down the stairs.

 

202: Does anyone know him? Does he live here?

 

106: Is that the blonde boy with the blue bike? Yeah I saw him yesterday morning, just talking on a cell phone. I’ve never seen him before.

 

102: I’m going to call the cops on him if he shows up tomorrow. 

 

202: Thank you. 👍

Dan Heng clicked off the app. It was good to know some of his nosier neighbors noticed the out-of-place boy. Dan Heng didn’t want to call the cops himself but he knew his neighbor beneath him would. She was one of the types to complain about too much music and Dan Heng knew she saw him with Yingxing the other night. Luckily…Dan Heng was always quiet. For the two years he had been in this place he went out of his way to not cause a scene. 

Dan Heng needed a shower, plus needed to do his laundry. He wondered about Yingxing at that moment. He was tempted to call the man, but didn’t want to disturb him. He was serious when he wanted the man to spend some time with Dan Feng.

Yingxing let out a sigh as he returned home. Dan Feng was nowhere to be seen but it didn’t mean he wasn’t around. He placed all the groceries he had picked up on the counter and contemplated Dan Feng for a few moments. A vampire could shift forms if he really wanted to. Though it had been a long time since he had done that. Dan Heng didn’t know. 

Yingxing did.

He walked downstairs and sure enough Dan Feng was wide awake, sitting on his chair as usual. 

“How was the drive?” 

Yingxing stood there, torn between what he wanted to say to his love. “Fine.” 

“You two looked like you had fun gardening.” Dan Feng recrossed his legs, flipping to the next channel.

“Let me see your nose.”  Yingxing said, walking up to the chair. Dan Feng had a face-cream patch on his nose.

“No.” 

“Let me see it.” 

Dan Feng glowered up at the man, he relented and removed the patch. “Fine.” Sure enough the vampire’s nose was pink, like he had gotten a cold, but Ren knew better.

“You -were- watching us.” Yingxing flicked Dan Feng’s nose which made the small man recoil.

“Yes, of course I was! I’m nosy.” Dan Heng turned his head away from Yingxing. 

“If you wanted to be part of it, then you should have texted me. I would have come inside and found something we can all do. Like a puzzle or something.” Yingxing gave Dan Feng a guilty look.

“It’s fine. Really. We all got to sleep together last night and it was pretty fun.” Dan Feng then jabbed a finger at Yingxing’s stomach. “Get him a pregnancy test.” 

Yingxing blinked. “W-what?”

“You big idiot, I know you can just have as much unprotected sex with me, but Dan Heng actually has a set of ovaries and a womb— like we discussed. And you -did- cum inside him last night.” Dan Feng leaned on his fist. “Though, I suppose he has the bigger hips and jugs to compensate for supporting Yingxing babies.”

“Don’t talk about him like that, I know he doesn’t like being perceived..Plus I don’t think he wants to be pregnant— he said he wanted to travel.” Yingxing let out a long exhale. 

“You should have thought of that when you didn’t put a condom on!” Dan Feng pointed an accusatory finger at Yingxing. 

“W-we didn’t have any!” Yingxing fumbled. 

“Then you should have upped your pull-out game!” 

Their argument was going nowhere. Dan Feng’s mixed signals would always send Yingxing into a spiral that he wanted to get into. “Anyway. I hope that burn doesn’t hurt.” 

“It’s fine. I just watched you two getting lovey-dovey on the bench. It was cute.” Dan Feng got up from the chair, turning off the TV. “When is he coming over next? I need to give him some of my power.” 

“You didn’t do that last night?” Yingxing looked confused. 

“N-no, I got distracted by sex and cuddling. Oh! How about we all go out to eat. It’s been so long since we’ve been out and about.” Dan Feng clasped his fingers together.

“Go out to eat, meaning Dan Heng and I eat while you just watch.” Yingxing rolled his shoulders.

Dan Feng scoffed. “I’ll bring a flask of blood.” 

“I…Okay. I don’t have a lot of liquid funds until next week though. Pavel was late for my check again.” Yingxing added.

“I’ll pull some money out of my account. Ask about Wednesday.”  Dan Heng passed Yingxing, going to the fridge that stocked his blood.

“I..fine.” Yingxing relented. “I’ll text him once I’m sure he’s off of work. I have groceries upstairs.” Yingxing retreated back up the stairs, leaving Dan Feng to his musings. Yingxing knew he had some ulterior motives. Dan Feng never suggested going out unless it meant something. Just like the club.

He did his chores and once it was a little after six he decided to text Dan Heng. 

YX: Hey, how’re you feeling?

 

DH: Good, just doing laundry and eating those leftovers. 

 

DH: It’s really good.

 

YX: You have no idea how nice it is to share my cooking again with someone.

 

DH: Your cooking is very good. I haven’t had traditional Xianzhou food in a while.

 

YX: There’s a ton more where that comes from.

 

YX: By the way, Dan Feng wanted to invite you out.

 

DH: Yes?

 

YX: He wants to go out to eat, the three of us. Are you free Wednesday night?

 

DH: I’m free.

 

DH: I have a question 

 

DH: Maybe I should ask it in person actually

 

YX: alright

 

YX: I haven’t figured out a restaurant yet, but I’m sure Dan Feng has something in mind.

 

DH: Ok. I’ll see you at work on Tuesday.

 

YX: See you. 

 

Dan Heng was awoken from his sleep by a loud sound. He jolted out of bed and immediately looked around his room. The sound definitely came from his living room. He picked up the softball bat that Stelle had given him years ago. He peaked out of his room.

The small sliding door that led out to his balcony was open. Something had been dropped next to the doorway. Dan Heng slowly walked towards the package. It was some sort of scroll, Dan Heng didn’t dare touch it. He closed the patio door with a snap.

He wondered if he should call the cops, he wondered if he should call security. 

The weird young man, now this? It could be tied. 

He called the security office and waited fifteen minutes for the security officer to come out.

“So you think somebody broke in?” The tired old man asked as they stood outside Dan Heng’s apartment. 

“Yes. the patio door was open.” Dan Heng nodded to the man.

“Did they take anything?” 

Dan Heng paused. “No.” 

“Maybe a draft pushed the door open. I’ve had that issue before downstairs.” The security officer scratched his chin. “I can call the cops, but if nothing is stolen I’d say they’d just file a report with the apartment complex. Here, I’ll go take a look below your balcony.”

The man walked down the stairs and Dan Heng followed. Below the patio there wasn’t anything to really climb on. Someone would have had to use a ladder to get up there. Dan Heng frowned. “Yeah…I don’t see any imprints on the grass of a ladder or anything. You didn’t see anyone?”

Dan Heng shook his head. “No, I heard a slam and nobody was outside.” 

The security guard scratched his head. “Want me to call an officer? Maybe I’d invest in a camera.”

Dan Heng furrowed his brow. He knew he’d get the same response from the cop. “Thanks for your help.” 

“I still need to file an incident report.” The man removed a notepad from his pocket. “I’ll put your room down, but expect a call from the super during office hours. I’ll keep looking around the grounds to see if there’s anyone out of place.” 

“Okay Has anyone reported that blonde boy that’s been loitering with his bike?” 

The security officer blinked. “No, I don’t think so. I’ll check in with the other security guards though.”

Dan Heng nodded and didn’t say anything else, he went back up to his apartment. The scroll was still in the same place. Dan Heng wasn’t sure why he didn’t tell the security guard about it, but it seemed of little importance. What sort of thief would leave something random like a scroll?

Dan Heng frowned. He was about to open it when he felt something like…static reach his fingers. Like the thing had a power source of its own. Instinctively, Dan Heng pulled out his phone.

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Chapter Text

Over the years, Yingxing had experienced a lot of different people within the underground society of darkeners.

Darkeners being just an easy word to describe those who dwelled mostly in the shadows, myths and urban legends to common folk. There weren’t just vampires— Lycanthropes, Fae: magically aligned folks, be it witches, wizards or even hags.  Yingxing tried not to associate with any of them besides the few that he knew were reliable. Like Elio and Kafka: Elio, a Witch– Kafka a Vampire. Elio had connections, and a pension for creating debts and returning favors, his clairvoyance came in handy back when Yingxing actually worked for the man. 

Kafka, on the other hand, could sway the mind of even the most elder of bloodsuckers. Her magical prowess under Elio earned her ties within government and law offices. She was the one who could create new identities for Yingxing and Dan Feng over the years. It was a pretty penny…Pennies Yingxing no longer had. 

As for other Darkeners— Jing Yuan and his group. Dan Feng classified them as “sticks up their asses”. Yingxing didn’t trust them, though they weren’t like the main faction of Vampire society that actively sought Dan Feng’s eventual death. Every twenty years or so, Jing Yuan would appear. Ask Dan Feng to join him— and upon rejection, smile and cause a scene. Truth be told, a man with a kind face and a friendly attitude could be just as dangerous as Dan Feng with his poisonous attitude and serpent blood.

That was why, when Dan Heng called so later at night, sounding worried — Yingxing and Dan Feng had immediately traveled over to the young man’s apartment.

“It’s over there.” Dan Heng said as he let Yingxing and Dan Feng into the tiny apartment. Yingxing, looked how he normally did— Dan Feng in something that Dan Heng had not imagined he’d wear: A thick university sweatshirt and a pair of plaid sleep shorts. If Dan Heng had just met him he’d assumed the vampire was an underclassman, especially with his rubber slippers.  Dan Heng recovered and pointed to the spot where the scroll was.

Dan Feng immediately went to the spot. Kneeling down to examine the scroll. “Hm.” The man said as Yingxing hung back next to Dan Heng.

“Are you okay? Are you sure everything is here?” Yingxing asked Dan Heng pointedly.

“Yeah. I’m fine…I didn’t want to call the cops and the security wasn’t much help. I knew something was…wrong when I tried to touch it. Plus, whoever left this managed to climb up and down to the second floor without a ladder in a matter of a few minutes. 

Yingxing made a face in response, remaining silent for the time being.

Dan Feng got up. “It stinks of Fu Xuan’s creation. It’s him.” The pretty vampire crossed his arms.

“What does that mean?” Dan Heng asked, he felt like a stone had dropped into his stomach. Maybe entering into this relationship did have more caveats then he thought.

Yingxing answered for Dan Feng. “A group of Nightdwellers like Dan Feng. Fu Xuan is a witch, and a powerful one at that and she works for a vampire named Jing Yuan. He’s one that has been trying to get Dan Feng to join him for centuries. Ever since Dan Feng was first convicted.” 

Dan Heng blinked. “Does that mean he’s good?” 

Dan Feng frowned, deeply. His eyebrows knitted and his mouth opened for a moment before closing. Anger— He finally found his words. “Good? No. Bad? No. Bullshit artists? Yes. What do they think they can gain by doing this?” 

Yingxing didn’t respond immediately, worry etched his tired face. “I…It means they have been following us again, and know what Dan Heng is.” 

Dan Feng snatched the scroll up from the ground. There was a puff of blue smoke and the scroll unfurled in the man’s grip. Dan Feng’s eyes narrowed as he read. When he was done he tore the parchment between his long fingernails, by which the parchment seemed to melt into some sort of watery sludge before vanishing completely.

Dan Heng spoke. “What did it say?” 

“Nothing important.” Dan Feng replied immediately. 

Yingxing looked upset. “Dan Feng.”

The vampire rolled his eyes dramatically, throwing his hands. “They want me to join them again, of course. And they said they know about Dan Heng, obviously. Even idiots like them can put two-and-two together.”

 “There has to be some sort of catch.” Yingxing said quietly. 

Dan Heng frowned, rubbing his tired eyes. “I’d appreciate honesty.”

Both Dan Feng and Yingxing looked at Dan Heng. Yingxing, worried – Dan Feng, indignant. The tall man was the first to speak up. Fingers running through his silvery hair. “Clearly, I didn’t read the letter but if they know about you then the vampire secret ‘government’ wouldn’t be far behind.”

“You’ll need to elaborate.” Dan Heng felt his stomach twist. 

Dan Feng let out an exasperated sigh. “Creating vessels was a banned practice. By degree seven, section forty-two: Vampires, Sorcerers,Necromancers, and other magic practitioners are hereby banned from creating any secondary fonts of power that may 1) Prevent death. 2) Serve has a secondary body. 3)Store a substantial source of energy and 4) Store additional body parts for the creator. Anyone found creating these will be severely punished and the vessel destroyed.” 

Dan Heng’s expression went blank, he felt his throat dry up. “I…” 

Yingxing’s face filled with apt horror. “Dan Feng. I—”

“I won’t lie, Yingxing. Dan Heng is going to have to know this eventually, especially when our kind are leaving cryptid messages in his home.” Dan Feng turned his head, his earring swaying dangerously.

Yingxing looked angry now. “I told you— I tried not to bring him into this, but you insisted..”  He pointed an accusatory finger at Dan Feng.

“S-stop!” Dan Heng finally lashed out, he knew his neighbors would hear him, but he didn’t care. “Don’t talk like I’m not here. Like I cannot make my own decisions.”

Dan Feng and Yingxing went silent immediately. Staring at Dan Heng. Yingxing looked guilty, while Dan Feng’s expression didn’t change.

“Look…It’s either I die from illness or…Your people take me away to be destroyed. I don’t have a lot of choices here, clearly. But out of everything I’ve chosen life…What are these people offering?”

Dan Feng looked torn. “They are offering protection — If I go and speak with them.” 

“Ah. I see.” Dan Heng looked down at his feet. Afterall, Dan Heng was Dan Feng’s creation. The vampire didn’t like these people and now he was being used as leverage.

“Dan Feng…Maybe we should at least see what Jing Yuan has to say.” Yingxing rubbed his cheek. “You know he’s always kept an eye on us no matter what we do. He’d find out before anyone else. You let him do as much.”

“Because he sucks!” Dan Feng lamented— it was almost childish in how he exasperatedly waved his hands.

Then, Dan Heng realized one thing about his creator: He was scared of something.

“Dan Feng.” Yingxing approached the man in question. Taking a hold of his hand before he turned to look at Dan Heng. “What do you think we should do?”

“You don’t think they’d hurt any of us?” Dan Heng asked. 

“No.” Yingxing responded firmly.

Dan Feng looked as if he was fighting back saying something foul. “No, and yes…Tch.” the man crossed his arms again.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll see what he has to say.” Dan Heng shrugged his shoulders lamely. “Unless you have something better. I…I don’t want to die, frankly.”

“We know you don’t, Dan Heng. Which is why I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you live a long and fulfilling life.” Yingxing smiled.

Again, Dan Feng looked torn. “Let’s just make sure you have Elio on speed-dial.”

“I already do, I actually…” Yingxing sighed. “I have something I need to get from Kafka.” 

Both Dan Heng and Dan Feng stared at the tall man. Dan Heng was confused because he had no idea what they were talking about, but Dan Feng’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ of betrayal.

“And when were you going to tell me about that?! What did she offer you?” 

Dan Heng had to jump in between the two of them again, knowing the bickering was going to start again. 

“She found my old sword.” 

Silence again. Dan Heng’s head was swirling.

“Oh.” Dan Feng went quiet and immediately looked away. It was his time to look guilty. 

“Yes.” Yingxing sighed and looked at Dan Heng. “I’m sorry. Did you want to come back to our home? If it makes you feel a little safer? I don’t think Jing Yuan’s people will try anything else with you. But I’m sure he has someone watching you. Has there been anyone suspicious lingering around lately?”

Dan Heng nodded. “A young man, maybe just out of High School..Blonde hair and gold eyes, He tried to get me to answer questions the other day by posing as a private investigator.” 

Yingxing shrugged at Dan Feng. “Doesn’t ring a bell…But if he’s been around here, It’s a good possibility that someone is working for him. Did he seem human?”

Dan Heng shrugged his shoulders as well. “Well, he’s out during the day so he’s not a vampire...I’m not sure. Seemed human and he definitely doesn’t seem properly trained in the art of acting inconspicuous.” 

Dan Feng finally piped up. “He might be someone sent by Jing Yuan to test your personality and if you have any magical abilities. I wouldn’t put it past him putting some poor boy to stake you out as some sort of…initiation rite.”

“Magic?" Dan Heng was a little too tired to take the statement in completely. "I think I’ll come back to your place tonight…If you two don’t mind.” Dan Heng pursed his lips. He looked around his apartment.

“Never. You’re always welcome in our home, Dan Heng.” Yingxing is warmly reassured.

Dan Feng walked past the two others and entered his room, he began to pack an overnight bag of things. He closed the door behind him, wanting to create some space between him and Dan Feng. 

He didn’t intend on seeing them until their dinner on wednesday night, but seemed like there were other plans. Dan Heng had been looking forward to that. Going out with Yingxing and Dan Feng…like a real date. The honeymoon phase was gone, now reality was sinking in. People like Dan Feng and Yingxing had the potential to be dangerous. 

He tucked a few outfits into his bag, toiletries and everything he needed for university. He walked back into the main apartment area where Dan Feng was sitting on the couch and Yingxing was leaning against the counter. It seemed the two were previously in a hushed conversation. 

“Sorry…Let’s go.” Dan Heng said, adjusting his glasses.

“No, we should apologize. This is our fault.” Yingxing said as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. 

“I don’t really know what to say right now, to be honest.” Dan Heng responded quietly as Yingxing walked to the door. Dan Feng hung back, his expression rather muted as he  watched the two of them.

“Are you coming, Dan Feng?” Dan Heng said as he paused next to Yingxing.

“Yes.” Dan Feng finally walked towards the two of them. His fingers trailed along the edge of a bookshelf as he joined his partners. “Are you hungry, Dan Heng?”

The smell of toasted barley and almond blossoms. Dan Feng walked out into the garden. He was being escorted by a servant. In front of him sat Yubie. She was working on something– needlework? Seated upon a silken pillow she was beautiful as always as she turned to look over her shoulder. “Ah, my beautiful child. Come— sit, Dan Feng.” 

Dan Feng was ushered by the servant to join his mother. He pushed around the silks of his Hanfu and took a seat on a cushion next to her. “Good morning, Mother.” 

Yubie smiled as pushed back some of Dan Feng’s bangs. “You hide your forehead too much, my dear. Your future husband would like to see your head, for it will tell him you are very smart– full of wisdom.” She smiled before doubling over in a fit of coughs. A handmaiden rushed to Yubie’s side, pushing a cup of tea into her grip. She drank as gracefully as she could in her weary state.

“Mother, are you alright?” Dang Feng asked.

“I am fine— Don’t worry.” She finally recovered, clutching her chest as she returned the cup of medicated tea to the handmaiden. “I will call a servant to help you with your hair later…No more hiding your forehead, yes?”

Dan Feng pursed his lips but nodded. “Yes, mother…But I don’t have a husband yet.”

His mother waved her hand. “Dan Feng, you have the blood of the dragon in you, a husband will come soon. Plus you can give a man what I can no longer give your father. It is up to you to pass along our legacy.” She smiled. She was much prettier than Dan Feng. Her dark chocolate hair was pulled into many braids and decorated with golden lotuses. She was so willowy and thin. She inherited much of the dragon, she even had little blue scales close to her hairline..and when she was angered—  the horns and tail would appear in a whirl of magic. It was always taken as a sign of beauty, of royal blood….And even fear.

Dan Feng lowered his head. “Yes mother.” He had time to find a husband. Merely seventeen, but in his time he should have already been chosen by another royal to be married on his next birthday. Dan Feng had purposely thrown his last meeting with a rich family from another town. Childishly, he told his mother he was holding out hope the rich persimmon farmers from across the land would seek him out.

No, he wanted to stay by his mother until she passed. For Dan Feng knew he’d be lost without her. His father didn’t look him in the eye anymore, perhaps he knew, deep down what Dan Feng was to become. 

That is why when Yubie finally passed, he was sent far away. That was when the walls inside Dan Feng started to be erected. To fulfill his mother’s dying wishes.

But he failed regardless.

Yingxing and Dan Heng looked out the window of the small 24/7 diner. Dan Feng suggested they stop at it. Just so they could gather themselves. 

Dan Heng ordered a cup of tea. He was good at hiding his worry. But Dan Feng could still feel the anxiety that emanated off him.

Yingxing said something as he ordered a coffee and two eggs with toasted rye.  Dan Feng only had eyes for Dan Heng right now. He wondered— Would he have the dragon blood? Certainly he would. He was him. 

An odd thought crossed Dan Feng’s mind.

Could Dan Heng be capable of fulfilling that wish of his mother’s? That was Dan Feng’s original intent when he split his soul—- To create a vessel he could take over, capable of restoring his fertility. 

But now— Well Dan Heng was more than just a vessel. He was a person with his own ambitions and personality. To destroy that…well, Yingxing would never forgive him. But—- Yingxing would also object to Dan Feng treating Dan Heng as a womb to carry a child.

Dan Feng bit his lip as he thought.

“Hey!” Yingxing tapped Dan Feng on the arm. Pulling the man out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” Dan Feng blinked.

“Dan Heng had a question.” Yingxing cocked his head in the direction of Dan Heng.

The young man frowned, deeply. “How would you get in contact with Jing Yuan?” 

Dan Feng has to hesitate. “He’s already following me. I’d just need to let him come close.” 

“If he’s following you…what’s stopping him from showing up at your house?”  Dan Heng looked confused now.

Yingxing opened his mouth. “It’s…complicated.” 

Dan Feng rolled his eyes again. “Barely. One of those people we mentioned earlier—- they give us security wards around the house. You know the story that a vampire cannot enter a home without being invited in? It’s sort of like that. Nobody but who we allow can enter without out express permission…Of course it makes receiving packages difficult. I hate paying for postal boxes…..Anyway– you’re part of me so you can move past the wards.” 

Dan Heng’s expression went from confusion to interest. “Wait…so is that why I didn’t have to invite you into my apartment?”

Dan Feng nodded. “Yes, since I am you, and you are me. What is mine is yours, what is yours is mine. Why would I need permission to enter my apartment?” 

“I see.” Dan Heng looked down at his mug of tea.  “I feel like you should explain a little more about your condition.”

“I will. Don’t worry.” Dan Feng responded quickly. In all honesty, they should have been having this conversation back at their home, but he just wanted to see if anyone was indeed following them that night. 

Yingxing probably understood this. He had 200 years to understand Dan Feng's quirks. He was the only person after his mother who treated him like a human— not a monster or a black stain upon the family tree.

Dan Feng and Dan Heng were all that were left of a long forgotten bloodline. 

“Sorry, Dan Heng.” Dan Feng finally said out of the blue.

Yingxing and Dan Heng both looked up in surprise. The younger man was first to respond: “It’s…fine. I’m glad I have you two to fall back onto…despite you being the source of the problem. I would like to live. No matter what.”

“I know. That is why I’m appologizing. The drama of our world only complicates that. But I’ll make sure—here.” Dan Feng reached over to Dan Heng and took his hand and placed it against his own heart. It was nice feeling something warm against him, despite the heavy sweatshirt he was wearing. “I swear, on a wooden stake– I will protect you.”

Dan Heng’s eyes went wide, he went a little pink in his cheeks and he nodded. “T-thank you…And I will do what I can to help.”

Yingxing smiled. “You know my stance here.” 

Dan Feng looked at his lover. Those lilac eyes, the silver hair. He remembered when Yingxing had dark indigo hair- when he didn’t have those lines under his eyes. Despite him actually aging– he was still as beautiful as the day they met. Dan Feng was more arrogant then, more prideful, for he had given up on humanity for a long time until he had met the recently promoted furnace master.

Upon return to the house, Dan Heng immediately took his stuff upstairs. It was early morning now, He hadn’t slept at all since being rudely awoken just past midnight. Yingxing had shown him the guest bedroom but Dan Heng had to grab his arm.

“I don’t want to sleep there.” The short man frowned. He felt like Yingxing would know where he’d actually want to sleep.

“Oh. Okay.” Yingxing took Dan Heng by the hand and they went to Yingxing’s bedroom where it smelled comfortably, warm. Dan Heng, who hadn’t changed out of his pajama pants immediately placed his bag on the ground next to the closet.

“I’m going to brush my teeth.” Dan Heng said and he walked out of the room with his toiletry bag.

Yingxing nodded, “Good idea, I’ll go after you.” He was already pulling back the covers of the bed. Dan Heng walked to the bathroom next door and flipped on the light. He remembered the handkerchief he had sprayed with Yingxing’s cologne…it was still tucked in his pillowcase back in his apartment. Dan Heng resisted the urge to take another inhale, but since he would be sleeping in the same bed as Yingxing, he didn’t bother. 

“Hey.” Dan Feng had walked into the bathroom. Dan Heng almost jumped out of his skin. He didn’t think he could get used to not seeing Dan Feng’s reflection in the mirror even though he could turn and see the man. 

“Hey.” Dan Heng responded frigidly after he washed toothpaste down the drain. 

“I have a question.” Dan Feng rested his thinner frame against the counter. 

“Sure.” Dan Heng began to splash water on his face.

“Did you…take any sort of contraceptive? After Yingxing so rudely bred you.” Dan Feng bit on the corner of his pinky nail.

Dan Heng spluttered, coughing into the towel. “I…I got some morning-after pills–I took them.” 

“Ah, okay. And you’re like— getting your periods still and everything?” Dan Feng canted his head.

“Uhm…yes.”  Dan Heng blinked at the Vampire.

“Okay, cool.” Dan Feng made a thumbs up.

A genuinely curious look crossed Dan Heng’s face. “Why are you asking?”

“I mean who wants to be pregnant, right? I’m just checking, concerned and all.” A sardonic smile crossed Dan Feng’s face, he pressed his long nails to his chest. 

“Alright.” Dan Heng frowned, he wasn’t quite convinced. He knew well that a lot of people disliked children. Dan Heng was impartial. He sometimes felt he was too cold to be good with children. 

“How do you feel about kids? I’m curious.” It was as if Dan Feng had read his mind. 

Dan Heng wiped his face off with a towel. “I’m…Not sure. I was okay with kids as a child myself. I never put much thought into it.” 

“I’m sure you’d be great with them.” Dan Feng cracked a wide smile, showing off those pearly white fangs. “Well, I’ll let you get to bed. I need to say goodnight to Yingxing.” 

Dan Feng left the bathroom, leaving Dan Heng in a state of confusion. He wished Dan Feng would be a little less vague. It only made their relationship more awkward when they were, in theory, supposed to be one. Dan Heng shook his head as went back to the bedroom. Yingxing was by the window, peering out into the garden below.

“Done? Feel free to get into bed, no need to wait for me.” Yingxing walked past Dan Heng, ruffling the smaller man’s hair as he passed. Dan Heng felt his heart flutter as he nodded and climbed into bed, pulling the covers to his nose and absorbing the scent. 

About fifteen minutes later, Yingxing returned from the bathroom. He was alone. Dan Heng for some reason thought Dan Feng would join them as well.

“Where’s Dan Feng?” Dan Heng immediately asked as Yingxing climbed into his side of the bed. 

“He went downstairs…It’s late and he doesn’t want to accidentally catch some sunlight. We can go see him in the morning if you like.” Yingxing readjusted his pillows.

“Oh, right. I almost forgot.” Dan Heng peaked over the covers. 

Yingxing finally laid his head against the cushions, grinning at Dan Heng. “You look like a little cat with your head poking out like that.

“You smell really good. I’m just trying to absorb it all.” Dan Heng admitted.

“Dan Feng used to pick out my colognes…I’ve had this one for twenty years now. Imagine if they discontinued it?” Yingxing pushed hair around Dan Heng’s forehead before giving the smaller man a kiss. 

“I’d become a fragrance chemist and recreate it.” Dan Heng admitted firmly. He wasn’t joking. He’d go to the end of the world just to ensure he never lost this comforting scent. 

“I’m sure you would, If you’re anything like Dan Feng.” Yingxing pulled away from Dan Heng. “Get a good night’s sleep. I’m sorry we kept you up for so long.”

Dan Heng nodded. “It’s okay. I feel better now.” He scooted closer to Yingxing and the man took Dan Heng into his grip.

“Goodnight, Dan Heng.” Yingxing mumbled into Dan Heng’s dark chocolate locks.

Dan Heng didn’t dream that night—

But Yingxing certainly did.

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“What would you do if you lost Yingxing?” 

Dan Feng stared across the room at the woman who was seated in a high-backed chair. The air smelled of rust and not a drop of sunlight reached the two of them.

Two vampires staring straight into each other's eyes.  Scarlet to azure blue.  If Dan Feng was the embodiment of a dragon, then Jingliu was the personification of a lone wolf. 

“I’d die.” Dan Feng said simply but then had had to amend his statement. “Or I’d figure out a way to bring him back.”

Jingliu pursed her lips. “You know…When I lost Baiheng, I thought…I thought of tearing through the skies and opening up a wound so large I’d end vampire society all together.”

Dan Heng recrossed his legs. Meeting with this woman, always unpleasant. It was the 80s. Times were light, Dan Feng had run across the ancient vampiress once again.

Though she worked alone, she’d make her presence known every few decades. Prowling the streets, her teeth in the neck of a beautiful maiden. She was a lot like Dan Feng in a sense that she didn’t obey darkener laws, nor human laws. 

Much like Dan Feng, she had a pretty penny on her head, but not many were willing to claim it. They feared what she could do to them. Dan Heng feared what she could do to him. Perhaps thirty years ago, their power would have been matched…But at the end of this century she knew Dan Feng was growing weak. Hatred bubbled in Dan Feng’s head as he adjusted his hair. He had cut it short this year, fringed and youthful. The jean skirt and brightly colored top he was wearing under his baggy jean-jacket was in sharp contrast to the dark grey pantsuit that Jingliu was wearing.

“And yet you still roam the world, a solitude bloodsucker.” Dan Heng looked around the apartment. He wondered how she afforded such luxuries. But then— he realized Jingliu, as unstable as she was– was far better at blending into human society than Dan Feng. She could work in an office, and somehow fully avoid sunlight should she choose. He would have asked her how she did it, how she slipped into society so easily without having to hide, but Dan Feng was too stubborn.

“Being solitude has it’s advantages. I’ve never needed a familiar…Never kept my life in one place for too long. You know how it is. Surely you would have picked up on that by now.” She examined her nails, painted blue. 

“Yingxing and I manage quite well by ourselves.” 

“But again, without him…what are you?” 

That was the last time Dan Feng had seen Jingliu. After meeting her in her apartment and sharing a flask of blood they parted ways.

There was more to it. Jingliu, despite being a wanted woman, had her ties deep into many people and many things. Hells, even Dan Feng’s mother had known the woman, though he still didn’t know if Yubie had known if the woman was a nightstalker. 

His mother. 

The legacy she had left Dan Feng. All in crumbles.

But then…Back to Yingxing.

To be truthful— he was scared of answering that question. He couldn’t see himself without Yingxing. The man…He could become a Vampire, and yet, refused.  Dan Heng had tried, begging the man to turn. No doubt Yingxing would make a terrifying, strong and beautiful vampire. Perhaps he’d be stronger than Dan Feng, then Jingliu? He had the will of an ox and the arrogance fit for a lord.

“I’m nothing without Yingxing.” 

Dan Heng tiredly walked down the stairs. The Monday shift Yingxing had offered to drive again.

“Morning.” Yingxing smiled. The kitchen was dark, despite the morning sun being out— the blinds had been pulled across every window because Dan Feng was seated at the table. He had pulled his hair up into a ponytail, his expression unreadable as he gazed down at his phone. 

The younger man breathed in the sweet smell of pancakes. “Morning, that smells good. Are you two planning on anything today?” 

Yingxing shook his head. “Dan Feng responded to the letter. We’re waiting on a response.” 

Dan Heng immediately thought of messenger ravens and transforming snakes. “How will they reply?” 

“Text– probably.” Dan Feng responded, looking up from his phone finally. 

“Oh…” Dan Heng sat down at the table across from his greater. 

A playful smile crossed Dan Feng’s lips. “What? Did you expect something spooky? Like an owl with a letter strapped to his leg?” 

“No, honestly I don’t know what I expected. I’m still trying to understand your world.” Dan Heng frowned down at the wooden table.

Dan Feng patted Dan Heng on the arm. “There, I understand. Magic is a lot more complicated than it seems. Using technology is somehow more convenient nowadays– they used that scroll to fuck with me– and you which is in turn fucking with me even more.” 

Yingxing walked over and placed a stack of fluffy pancakes in front of Dan Heng. They were beautiful, topped with whip cream and a blackberry syrup. “Eat up. I’m going to work the shift with you.” 

Dan Heng was about to dig in but stopped. “Really, you don’t need to worry. You two should have had the day off yesterday and you spent part of it worrying about me.” 

“It’s okay, I won’t be working, promise. I’ll just be— cleaning and organizing the stock room for a few hours.” Yingxing’s eyes darted in the direction of Dan Feng. 

“I already argued with him this morning. He’s not going to refuse.” Dan Feng rolled his eyes.

The smaller man had to deadpan at Yingxing. “Yingxing. Please.”

The man shook his head. “Look, I know we’re in the clear now. But I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Yingxing sat down at the table with his own breakfast.

They ate in relative silence. Dan Feng of course just sitting and crossing his legs while he waited, for something.

Dan Heng had to look up at him. “I’m sorry if this is an insensitive question, but do you miss food?” 

A rather odd look crossed Dan Feng’s face, his fingers twisting around his phone. “I used to. After about 100 years it started to go away. The insistent urge to want to eat something– like a home-cooked meal went away— Because eating human food now, I get violently ill.” 

“Ah…I see.” Dan Heng had to think about it. He didn’t think he could drink blood. The idea seemed too macabre, too desperate 

“Don’t ask Dan Feng about the blood cooking phase.” Yingxing’s expression went dark behind his glasses.

“I….won’t — I don’t want to ruin my appetite.” Dan Heng returned to his pancakes.

A dramatic roll of Dan Feng’s eyes. “When you’re two are done, I need to do that thing I’ve promised I’d do for a while now.” 

Dan Heng nearly jumped at those words. He had forgotten the whole point of agreeing to this relationship– his health. He had felt relatively good the last few days. Even after the somewhat painful sex. He wholly expected to be bedridden. 

But— no, Dan Heng was fine. “You mean, you didn’t?” 

Dan Feng scoffed. “No! God’s no. What did you think me fingering you was part of that ritual? Because if you did– I mean, I can work it into the spell.” 

“C-can you continue.” Dan Heng was flushing into his plate. 

It seemed Dan Feng was fully enjoying teasing Dan Heng, another wide grin. “Anyway, It won’t take long. I’ll just push a little bit of my essence into you. When you’re done. Meet me on the couch.”

Yingxing piped up again. “We need to head out soon to get to the hardware store, remember.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” Dan Feng waved a hand lazily as he left the kitchen. 

Dan Heng had to lean on his cheek the second the man was out of earshot. “I’m making assumptions about him and I don’t know if he’s pissed or not.” 

Yingxing rubbed circles on Dan Heng’s back, leaning close. That comforting smell filling Dan Heng’s nostrils. “Don’t worry about him. That’s not pissed Dan Feng. You’d be running in the opposite direction if he was actually pissed.” 

Dan Heng leaned a little into Yingxing. “Alright. I don’t know why I want him to approve of me so much, but there’s still so much I don’t understand about…everything.”

A soft kiss was pressed to Dan Heng’s neck before Yingxing pulled away. “Don’t worry. It will come in time, You are in control of how much you’d like to participate in this too. You may be part of Dan Feng in a way, but you’ve always had your own free will. I’ll never let anyone take that away from you. And I swear that.”  A serious look crossed Yingxing’s tired face, his lilac eyes bright, alert.  Dan Heng was again drawn to him. Every small line, his dimples. He was the most handsome man he’d ever seen. 

“I understand.” Dan Heng forced a smile, his face hot as the sun as he turned to finish up his breakfast. 

It didn’t take long to clean up and Dan Heng walked into the living room to join Dan Feng who was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. He was watching some sort of show about Drag Queens on the television and the second he spotted Dan Heng he immediately paused the drama. 

“Good, I’ll try to get this over with. Sit, sit!” He patted the empty spot besides him. Yingxing seemed to have stayed in the kitchen as he did not join Dan Heng. 

“Alright.” Dan Heng said awkwardly as he took his seat beside Dan Feng.

“Take my hands.” Dan Feng placed his hands outwards in front of Dan Heng and the other man obliged. Again, despite being a vampire, Dan Heng was oddly warm. 

Dan Feng’s grip tightened, squeezing Dan Heng’s hands before he began to pull Dan Heng into a…hug? They embraced and Dan Feng’s arms were tight. 

Dan Heng didn’t feel any different at first. 

At first— Then Dan Heng started feeling like he was being pulled into something. Like he and Dan Feng were fusing into one. His skin felt sticky and Dan Feng’s scent clung close to his sweat. Like waterlilies and pear blossoms. The sound of rushing water filled Dan Heng’s ears as he stopped seeing the living room.

Instead, he was seeing darkness, and then? Flashes of everything- Like he was standing in front of a movie screen that was playing at 200% speed. He couldn’t see anything, just flashes of colors and figures. Sometimes, he could make out Dan Feng and Yingxing. 

Then— He was pulled back to earth. Dan Feng was sitting in front of him, his hands still upon Dan Heng’s wrists. 

“There we go.” A wide smile cracked his lips but Dan Heng could see a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek.

“W-what did you do?” Dan Heng asked. He felt—oddly invigorated but also tired at the same time. Like he had run a race, but also won said race.

“I gave you a bit of my power. Thus, keeping you alive and reforming that bond that ties us together. With this, you can be away from me for a longer period and you won’t be feeling like your body is giving up on you.” 

“Thank you.” Dan Heng was released from Dan Feng’s grip. 

“I have your bag.” Yingxing had appeared in the room, standing close to the doorway.

Dan Heng shot up, looking at Dan Feng again. “Thank you.” He repeated as if he thought Dan Feng had not heard him the first time.

“You’re very welcome.” Dan Feng grinned.  “Enjoy your day at work and…make sure Yingxing doesn’t do more. He’s not going to be paid for that shift, I’m telling you.” 

“I won’t. I’ll make sure he just sits in the office or something.” Dan Heng joined Yingxing. His mind felt frazzled. The experience of Dan Feng donating some of his power to Dan Heng was not pleasant, but it wasn’t the worst thing either. He wondered how often he needed to do that.

“Do you want me to bring you back to your apartment after work?” Yingxing asked as he closed the front door behind him and they began to walk towards Yingxing’s truck.

“Oh, I haven’t thought about that…I packed enough stuff for a few days. I..I think I’d be more comfortable with you two.” 

“Sure. I don’t mind.” Yingxing offered another soft smile. “I guess we aren’t going to that dinner Wednesday night.” The handsome man mused as he opened the truck door for Dan Heng.

“Why not?” Dan Heng canted his head to the side as he buckled his seatbelt.

Yingxing had to pause. “Well…you’re already at the house and…” It seemed Dan Heng had trumped him. “Actually, I’m not sure. I suppose my mind just thought we were only going out to discuss important stuff and since you’re staying with us right now it defeats the purpose.”

Dan Heng frowned. “Can we not do things that regular couples do? Can we not go on dates?” 

Yingxing looked embarrassed, his face going pink as he pulled out of the driveway and began their drive towards the city. “N-no! I…I didn’t mean to.”

“Are we not… boyfriends?” Dan Heng knew he was pushing Yingxing, but he wanted assurance that they were more than just a weird situationship.

“Dan Heng, I love you– of course we’re boyfriends. I just…Haven’t thought.”

A small smile crossed Dan Heng’s face. “Don’t worry. I’m just testing you. You’ve been monogamous with Dan Feng for a long time and you forgot the usual dating things.” He took his eyes off of Yingxing, pulling off his glasses and cleaning them on his sleeve. 

“I’m sorry, Dan Heng…I must seem like such a pig-headed man.” Yingxing cursed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. 

“No, you don’t. I never thought that, I just— wanted to remind you, is all. I want to go out to dinner with you and Dan Feng.”  Dan Heng looked out of the window. They were crossing into the city now, morning traffic.

“We’ll do all those things. Whatever you want.” Yingxing looked over at Dan Heng, flashing a pretty smile before looking back out at the traffic.

To say the store was slow would be an understatement. Over the first three hours they saw perhaps two customers. Yingxing was in the back doing extra paperwork and Dan Heng was stuck by the register and phone. Luckily the first customer had come in with a bulk construction order. If not, Dan Heng would have felt guilty that the shop hadn’t made any profit. 

He sighed, rubbing at his head. He started to feel a little odd. His head hot, and the second Caelus came in for his shift Dan Heng had to excuse himself for his break.

Yingxing wasn’t in the back office. Dan Heng peered into the doorway before going back out to see if perhaps the man was in the stockroom. 

“Aha.” Dan Heng gasped as he found Yingxing in the corner of the stockroom, close to where the AC room was. 

“Hey, Dan Heng.” Yingxing had been counting inventory, particularly a box of glass bottles for pickling. 

Dan Heng had a sudden, strange, impulsive thought. “Can I— Can I talk to you?”

Yingxing frowned, pushing himself up from the shelf. 

“In there.” He pointed to the AC closet.

A slightly horrified look crossed Yingxing’s face for a split moment. “Are you…okay?”

Dan Heng nodded. “Never better, please.” He pulled Yingxing into the closet and shut the door the second the man had ducked into the room.

It was cramped and loud in here, the constant hum of the huge air conditioner would drown out most conversation. Dan Heng was pink, rubbing his legs together.

“I’m on my break.” Dan Heng said, closing the gap between him and Yingxing.

“Dan Heng…I don’t know if we should be caught together like this.” 

“Don’t worry, Caelus thinks I’m in the breakroom.” Dan Heng got even closer to Yingxing.

“Look—” Yingxing was silenced as Dan Heng pulled down by the collar, slamming their lips together. Dan Heng didn’t know what was coming over him, but he was overwhelmed by the urge to kiss and love Yingxing. 

Yingxing, though hesitant at first, was quick to embrace Dan Heng, picking the smaller man up and shoving him against the wall so they could kiss deeper. Dan Heng in return, wrapped his legs around the man’s waist. Thanks to the aeons Yingxing could lift Dan Heng up like he weighed nothing.

“Y-yingxing.” Dan Heng muttered softly. 

“Dan Heng.” Yingxing responded. He pulled away from Dan Heng’s lips and began to plant hot kisses on the raven-haired man’s neck.

“I-I want to do it…I can’t help it.” Dan Heng gasped out as he took Yingxing’s face in his grip.

Yingxing’s eyes closed, he looked as if he was fighting something terrible. He lowered Dan Heng to the ground.

“I-I can’t…Not here.” He sighed deeply, his fingers shaking.

“W-what? Why?” Dan Heng looked up at Yingxing like a lost puppy.

“Because you’re being told to do it.” Yingxing pleaded.

Dan Heng had to stare, his mouth opening. “Wh-what?”

“It’s Dan Feng. He— He’s suggesting you right now. He’s in your head.” Yingxing leaned over Dan Heng, gently running a hand across his cheek.

It was then, Dan Heng felt like cold water dropped over his head. He still felt horny but then the horror dawned on him. How he had thrown himself at Yingxing. Perhaps he’d do that back at the house but…

“Why would he do that?”

Yingxing grimaced. “I’m not sure…perhaps punishing me for going to work today.”

Dan Heng was pressing a hand to his mouth, horribly embarrassed. “Can he just…do that?”

Yingxing frustratedly rubbed his head. “He can, I didn’t think he’d do it to you.”

“I…I don’t want him to do this ever again.” Dan Heng looked away from Yingxing. Dan Feng could tease him all he wanted, but this was a little too far.

“We will talk to him, don’t worry.” Yingxing straightened, he still looked flustered. “L-look we should clear out of here. Go take the rest of your break.

Dan Heng opened his mouth but was silenced by Yingxing pointing out of the room. He turned on his heels and stormed out of the room. Despite everything, he still felt in the middle. Did Dan Feng really plant that in his head? Was he in his head? He…wanted more than anything to have sex with Yingxing, especially since the other night. 

Maybe it was already in his head, and the fact that Dan Heng had leant some of his power, it had made it worse. Dan Heng went to the bathroom before returning to the break room.

Again, he wondered— How much influence did Dan Feng have over him?

Chapter Text

To say Yingxing was pissed, was an understatement. He didn’t speak to Dan Heng almost the entire drive back to the house.

“Look…Maybe it wasn’t Dan Feng who implanted that suggestion in my head. I have been pretty horny since last night.”  Dan Heng said meekly. 

Yingxing groaned, he couldn’t take Dan Heng speaking so bluntly. It was like a cat walking on its hind legs. In character for Dan Feng? Yes— but Dan Heng? Yingxing liked that Dan Heng was kind and conservative in regards to his sexuality.

“Look, I’ve known Dan Feng for a long time and…I’m not going to lie, he's implanted visions in my head where you…where you did something similar in the past.” Yingxing embarrassedly looked away from Dan Heng.

“You had a wet dream about me?” Dan Heng peered curiously at Yingxing.

“Not…quite. He was physically there, we were having sex but— but he made me see you instead of him.” Yingxing’s fingers shook at just admitting it. Dan Heng must think him loathsome.

“I..see. What else can he do? Actually, wait, can he turn into a bat?” Dan Heng changed the subject, clearly seeing how uncomfortable Yingxing was looking.

A breath of relief, at least Dan Heng didn’t make the notion that he was disgusted with Yingxing. “He’s turned into a bat before, a cat when he’s feeling it— and when he can, he can turn into a little lizard.”

Dan Heng blinked over at Yingxing. “A lizard?” 

Yingxing chuckled. “Yes, don’t tell him I told you but— he can turn into a cute little serpent dragon. Blue scales and little horns. He used to sit on my  shoulder and bite my ears when we first started traveling to our home country together…200 years ago. “ Yingxing smiled softly at the thought. He missed those days. When he and Dan Feng were younger, their journey was simple:

Avoid other vampires and travel the countryside. 

Yingxing was still in his twenties then. Dan Feng’s lordship had ended and they were in exile. That was the first time Dan Feng had offered to turn him in. That was the first time Yingxing even considered it, for a moment. What was more romantic? Living forever with Dan Feng and never aging? 

But then Yingxing remembered he loved the sun. He loved the taste of food— He loved Dan Feng, who was his moon in this bitter world.

Dan Heng mused for a moment as he sat and looked out the window. “I’d like to see Dan Feng as a dragon.”

“It’s been a while since he’s assumed that form. I think it takes extra strength from him, as it’s something that other Vampires can’t do.” 

Dan Heng blinked. “Why’s that?” 

Yingxing pursed his lips. Maybe this was a tale he shouldn’t be relaying? “Dan Feng is…special, amongst his kind. He’s never told me the full details but his mother was a very peculiar woman. She was indeed a dragon, pure and simple. But, when she married Dan Feng’s father, she gave up much of her power to assume a more manageable form. Dan Feng— being half dragon was sought out as a bride but…well, I’m not sure what happened and how he ended up with the lord that he eventually married.” 

“Was that man not very important to Dan Feng’s bloodline?” Dan Heng cocked his head to the side, curiously adjusting his classes.

“Well, from my knowledge he was old— mean, his lordship ruled over a good side of the countryside but he was never quite the warlord compared to neighboring ones. That was before the Xianzhou truly united. After he died, Dan Feng took full control of that place— but that would end as well.” Yingxing scratched his chin. Despite the previous conversation, Dan Heng was remaining oddly calm and even encouraged the old man’s ramblings.

“I see. So around this time you met Dan Feng, as a smithy?”

Yingxing returned a nod. “Yes. And I swept him off his feet with my dashing good looks and cocky charm.” 

Dan Heng smiled at that. “You pulled that off twice.” 

Blush, Yingxing continued to drive. His anger— gone. Well, buried. He would still confront Dan Feng the second they returned home. “Why don’t we get something to eat?” 

Dan Heng nodded. “Sure. I’m sort of in the mood for burgers.” 

An hour later and Dan Heng and Yingxing returned to the house, The sun hadn’t quite set, so the cul-de-sac was basked with an inviting orange light. Yingxing parked the car and pulled the food bag out the back seat while Dan Heng hopped out of his own seat. “I hope you don’t mind if I do some work while we eat. I have a paper to finish up.” 

Yingxing tapped his work boots out and moved to the side of the driveway where some grass was creeping up past the concrete. He needed to mow the lawn, but he’d been pretty busy the last few weeks. He frowned, time was passing pretty slowly despite everything. He felt like the last few weeks had been a month at least. “Sure. I don’t mind. Study all you need, If you need to use the spare room for silence, be my guest.” 

“No, I can work fine.” Dan Heng went to the door, awaiting Yingxing.

Once again, the house was quiet. Dan Feng was clearly downstairs. “I’m going to talk to him. Here.” Yingxing handed over the bag of burgers.

“We should eat first.” Dan Heng insisted. “Please.” He took the bag gingerly.

“I really should talk to him—” 

Dan Feng had appeared at the top of the staircase leading from the second floor. His arms were crossed and an eyebrow knitted. Yingxing snapped the front door shut, ensuring not a single drop of sunlight would reach Dan Feng.

“Dan Feng. Why’d you use a suggestion spell on Dan Heng?” Yingxing did his best not to sound angry, or raise his voice. He knew well he’d lose in a yelling fit. And Dan Feng had been surprisingly tame since Dan Heng had become involved, he didn’t want to ruin it…especially when their blood supply was so meager. 

“Excuse me?” Dan Feng’s frown was deeper. His eyes darted to Dan Heng who looked as if he was going to melt into the floorboards out of sheer embarrassment. 

“Dan Heng— We nearly had sex at the shop today because you implanted the thought in his head to do so!” Yingxing’s tone nearly reached a growl.

Dan Heng descended the remaining steps. He was dressed in a nightgown that Yingxing hadn’t seen him wear in at least ten years. Dark red, lacy. It left little to the imagination in terms of his chest, but Dan Feng barely had ones to display. 

There was that deadly look Yingxing knew Dan Feng for. “I didn’t do that.” He looked at Dan Heng. “Tell me, how did you feel when you were trying to jump Yingxing’s bones?” At least Dan Feng’s ire was not directed at Dan Heng, his tone was gentle.

Dan Heng was flustered. “I…Felt hot…really, really horny. And all I wanted to do was to…do things with Yingxing.”

Dan Feng rolled his eyes dramatically. His eyes then went back to Yingxing. He pointed an accusatory finger at the man. Dan Feng had painted his nails a deep, dark sapphire. “You prick, that wasn’t a suggestion spell, it was just some of my latent power making Dan Heng horny for the only man that I’ve been bonded with for 200 years.” 

Dumbfounded, Yingxing stared at Dan Feng. He supposed that -could- have been the case…He had loaned Dan Heng power that morning…He was an idiot. Still, it wasn’t right. Dan Heng wasn’t thinking straight, he was still being driven to do something he might not have done should Dan Feng not have given him a dose of magic that morning.

“Look, To my excuse–” He raised both his hands. “Hear me out–” Dan Feng’s expression was not to be stifled with. “You have used that spell on people before, and me too— consensually of course – and I thought maybe you wanted to mess with me, punish me like you’ve done before.” 

Dan Feng let out a ‘tut’ sound and turned his head. He moved to Dan Heng and took the younger man by the wrist. “Come, let’s eat together.” He steered Dan Heng into the kitchen, ignoring Yingxing as he did.

Yingxing couldn’t help but hang his head. Of course he’d be blamed for this. What was he to expect? He followed the two into the kitchen finally after kicking off his boots and throwing off his jacket. Dan Heng was already unpacking their dinners. Setting the burger meals onto the table while Dan Feng was already seated with his legs grossed.

“Jing Yuan wants us to meet him Downtown, you know the place?” Dan Feng was straight to the point. 

Yingxing had to wrack his memory. He remembered. Jing Yuan and his fellows had a small base of operations linked to the business the man owned. He had several across Penacony, Belabog and Xianzhou. “Yes. I believe I know where it is. Kafka has brought it up before.”

“Figures. She knows everything and yet she hasn’t joined him either.” Dan Feng sighed.

“Anyway, this Saturday. Eight.” 

“We work Saturday.” Yingxing frowned. 

“Oh my aeons.” Dan Feng rubbed his temple. “Are you a vampire familiar or are you 9-5 Ned?” 

Both Dan Heng and Yingxing gave him a look. They both liked their paychecks, and responsibility in regards to throwing burdens on Caelus and the shop.

“Why don’t we both close Saturday, we can get Caelus to open and we can leave from the shop…Dan Feng, you can wait in the break room?”

“I don’t want to wait eight hours in the break room of a hardware store.” Dan Feng gave them an incredulous look.

Yingxing groaned. “Look, Dan Feng— Saturday is our busiest day…Maybe I can open and Dan Feng can close and I can come and pick you up and come and pick Dan Heng up…It might be cutting things short, the hardware store is kind of—”

“Oh my— Okay whatever I’ll sit in the break room.” Dan Feng rested his head on his hand.

“I’m sorry. I’d just like to be at this meeting.” Dan Heng admitted as he popped a fry in his mouth.

“I know, and I want you to be there too.” Dan Feng admitted, his face was squished against his cheek, making him look like a wet cat.

“See, things can work out.” Yingxing smiled. He was glad Dan Feng’s previous ire had been swapped to something else. 

Dan Heng dug into his backpack and removed his laptop. He began to work and they all went into silence as they ate—sans Dan Feng.

The man in question was still seated in his chair. Blue eyes darting between Dan Heng and Yingxing, clearly deep in contemplation. 

“We should all have sex tonight.” Dan Feng finally interjected. Both Dan Heng and Yingxing had to share in a team splutter.

“Dan Feng– that’s hardly…” Yingxing started.

“I’d like to.” Dan Heng added.

Dan Feng’s eyes narrowed as his gaze landed on Yingxing. “When did you become such a gentleman?”

Dan Heng continued to look down at his laptop but he clearly was no longer typing.

“Fine..I’m going to clean up.” Yingxing got up from the table, throwing his fast-food wrappers into the bag. “Dan Heng, finish your work…You have class tomorrow, right?” 

Dan Heng nodded. “Morning classes, I can take a cab.”

Yingxing shook his head. “No worries, I open tomorrow, so I’ll just go early and drop you off.”

Dan Feng smiled smugly and waved his hands. “Woo! Sex night.”  He got up as well. “I’ll meet you two upstairs then.” 

Both Yingxing and Dan Heng were left in the kitchen, embarrassed. Yingxing wasn’t sure what Dan Feng was planning, but clearly it didn’t bode well for Yingxing’s back.

It took them all a while to get ready. Dan Heng finished his paper but insisted on taking a shower and by the time they were all in Yingxing’s room it was after nine in the evening. Dan Feng was already stretched out across Yingxing’s bed, Night down hiked up to expose his bare legs and lacy black panties. Dan Heng stood near the closet. Striped grey boxers, he had opted to wear a rather cute grey sports bra to match the boxers. The look he was giving the scandalous Dan Feng could only mirror that of ‘maybe I should be wearing something like that?’

Yingxing, had come prepared, condoms and lube. Dan Feng’s sight immediately saw the sleeve. “You’re not using that on me.” 

“These are for Dan Heng, I don’t want to make the same mistake as last time.” Yingxing moved to the bed and set the objects down. Dan Heng moved to the bed and climbed atop the covers next to Dan Feng, propping himself up on his knees. 

“How should we start?” He asked, thumbing the straps of his bra awkwardly. 

“However you like, Dan Heng.” Yingxing smiled, getting into the bed as well.  The three of them– it was certainly crowded now.

“Here.” Dan Feng pushed himself up and gestured for Dan Heng to get closer to him. Dan Heng obliged. The vampire immediately began to kiss Dan Heng greedily, doing his best to nip and suckle at Dan Heng’s lower lip in an attempt to make it puffy and swollen.Dan Heng was clearly caught off-guard but did his best to press into the kiss, his eyes flicking to Yingxing every now and then.

Yingxing watched for a moment, knowing Dan Feng would eventually break away, and he did—  throwing himself at Yingxing and — without warning, sinking his teeth into the man’s shoulder. Dan Heng was still dazed by the kiss but Yingxing was ready for this— Dan Feng, was doing this so he wouldn’t bite Dan Heng, he saw it on his face. The urge to drink Dan Heng’s blood, so Yingxing had to be the scapegoat. Dan Heng finally noticed what was happening and gasped.

Pain, it hurt— but Dan Feng didn’t dig in, the icy feeling as always but he was able to ride it out with a low hiss through his teeth and a raise of his hand. “I-I’m good.” He dragged his fingers down Dan Feng’s back before pushing the man’s fangs off of him. A few droplets of blood flecked onto the sheets but he had not pierced enough for continuous bleeding. Yingxing had gotten dog bites worse than this. 

Dan Feng giggled and let himself fall back onto the bed, raising his legs to the air and peeling his underwear off. “You should punish your master for doing that~” Pink stained lips curled into a grin. Dan Feng threw his underwear to the side and one hand pulled Dan Heng down so they were laying next to each other on the bed. “Me first, and then him— It’s only right as my vessel.” 

The smaller man nodded sheepishly past his glasses. The two of them pressed up against each other…it was a sight that Yingxing wished to never forget. Pink and warm Dan Heng with his eyes wide next to sultry and heavy-lidded Dan Feng. Such differences, yet—the same. Yingxing got on top of Dan Feng and pushed back his boxer briefs, letting loose his hard cock. 

Dan Feng made an expression almost as if to say ‘watch and learn.’ as Yingxing slotted himself between Dan Feng’s pale legs. Missionary was certainly a choice tonight, but It never mattered much to Yingxing as long as Dan Feng got off, and he felt playing it safe was better for Dan Heng anyway. He drenched his cock in lube and began to grind his cock against Dan Feng’s folds. The differences between their pussies was also interesting, either way they were both beautiful. 

Dan Feng’s other hand reached for Yingxing’s wrist, sharp nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck me, now.”  Yingxing knew he was being dramatic for Dan Heng’s sake, but it mattered little, Yingxing was getting there. He just wanted to admire his wife for a moment before getting lost in the sex. He wriggled his wrist out of Dan Heng’s grip and forcefully pushed the nightgown up the rest of the way, exposing Dan Feng’s tiny breasts fully. Yingxing then slammed his cock into Dan Feng. Fucking him as deeply as he could go in one hilt before pulling back out and slamming in once more. Dan Feng was already moaning, again— playing things up for the audience.

Dan Heng was clearly flushed and horny, watching in amazement as Yingxing thrusted and grunted. He certainly could put on a show for the young man but being put on the spotlight in front of Dan Heng? He was just primal now. He drew himself closer to Dan Feng, planting hot kisses against the vampire’s cold skin. He picked up speed, forgetting himself as he buried his head into the crook of Dan Feng’s neck.

“Y-yingxing~!” Dan Feng let out a little cry, a giggle, and then Yingxing groaned, cumming deep into the man below him. He came sooner than he thought he’d would, but perhaps he was still pent up from earlier in the day– that close encounter in the utility closet. 

He let out a deep groan as he pulled himself from Dan Feng, pumping his cock a few more times to release a few globs of cum onto Dan Feng’s shaven pussy lips. 

“Heng-er~ Want to taste?” Dan Feng pushed some of the cum off him with his fingers and displayed the fluid to a shocked Dan Heng.

Yingxing didn’t think the man would do it, but— So full of surprises- Dan Heng suckled on Dan Feng’s long fingers, careful to not poke himself with those talons. All the while he made eye contact with Yingxing. His stormy-blue eyes narrowed slightly. Yingxing thanked his libido was still in tact, Seeing Dan Heng like that made the blood rush to his cock once more. 

“Yingxing…” Dan Heng gasped softly as he displayed his tongue. The cum was gone. No waste.

Dan Feng pushed himself back and pulled Dan Heng into his place. “Condom?” He offered over the sleeve. Again, a smug look was plastered across his face.

“Oh…” Yingxing, now seeing Dan Heng like this– had again, nearly forgotten about the condoms. 

“I can use the contraceptive pills.” Dan Heng almost pleaded.

“Dan Heng, those don’t always work. Please let me…” Yingxing frowned, regardless he slotted himself between Dan Heng’s legs and removed his boxers. Plusher thighs, slightly maintained bush.

“It’s okay, please. I liked how it felt without it.” Dan Heng’s eyes flicked to Dan Feng again…horrible influence.

“Alright.” Yingxing sighed. Not that he was completely disappointed. He had his own needs, and breeding Dan Heng was a horrible kink he wouldn’t admit to Dan Feng, ever.

Again, slowly and with more calculation, he doused his fingers in lube and began exploring Dan Heng’s folds, prodding at his entrance in an attempt to prep him as much as he could. Dan Heng was already letting out little gasps of pleasure. Dan Feng reached over and removed Dan Heng’s glasses and set them on the bedside table.

“He’s really cute when he has your fingers inside him.” Dan Feng cuddled as close as he could to Dan Heng, brushing hair out of his face and the other hand holding back one of Dan Heng’s legs. 

Yingxing removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Spreading more lube down his shaft as observed the sigh below him. Again…his wife just made Dan Heng glow- They were both too pretty, he was glad to have them. He’d jealously hoard them. Yingxing began to slowly slide himself inside Dan Heng. He was not forceful like he was with Dan Feng. He knew Dan Heng was still inexperienced, and didn’t want to hurt the man. 

“Ah!” Dan Heng let out a little squeak. He clutched a knuckle to his mouth. 

“Dan Heng…Babe, please tell me if it’s too much. I’ll stop.” Yingxing reassured, leaning closer to him

“N-no, I’m fine. Keep going…It’s starting to feel good.” Dan Heng reassured Yingxing.

Yingxing nodded, he was now fully sheathed and Dan Heng was still breathing heavily. “A-ah…I feel..” He didn’t get a chance to continue. Yingxing started thrusting. A steady pace, but also searching for something. The cervix that Dan Feng didn’t have. 

Deeper and deeper he thrusted into Dan Heng. So deep he was pushing back Dan Heng’s thighs. He was so into it, he didn’t see Dan Feng, but didn’t care at that point. He was a man driven purely by adrenalin, hormones— Again that terrible kink in the back of his head. Dan Heng was moaning, his arms now wrapping around Yingxing’s broad back and his nails digging deep into the man’s already scarred back. 

“A-ah! Y-yingxing, I’m cumming!”  Dan Heng let out a gasp and a shudder. Hot, wet ejaculation hit Yingxing, but he still wasn’t done, he kept thrusting, deeper and harder until he could no longer take it. He threw his head forward, kissing Dan Heng full on the mouth as he came. Deep into Dan Heng’s womb, or at least he hoped that was his womb.

They both rode out the high, Yingxing breathing heavily into Dan Heng’s neck and the man below him whimpering lightly as Yingxing slowly pulled his cock from his cunt. Dan Heng’s thighs were drenched in his own ejaculation and now Yingxing’s seed was dribbling from his entrance.

“Pretty.” Dan Feng commented, he had kissed Dan Heng’s cheek and pushed sweaty locks out of the young man’s eyes. 

Yingxing finally got off Dan Heng, collapsing in between the two men, thankfully Dan Feng had quickly moved out of the way. Dan Feng planted a kiss on Yingxing’s shoulder, where he had bitten the man earlier. “Think if I give you another bite you’d go for another few rounds?” A chuckle left the man’s lips.

“N-no…I need to get up early tomorrow.” Yingxing stretched and did his best to push himself up. “Dan Heng…Are you okay.”

Dan Heng nodded from his spot beside Yingxing. “It felt good, but uhm…can you help me to the bathroom?”

Yingxing started. “Oh, yeah.” He got up and moved to pick up Dan Heng. “We should have put down some towels.” Yingxing looked at the comforter where it was now stained in sweat, lube and cum. 

Dan Feng rolled his eyes. “I’ll take it downstairs. Don’t worry.” He got up himself, smoothing out his nightgown. “I’m going to clean up downstairs. I’ll see you two in the morning.”

Yingxing and Dan Heng blinked at the man— who walked out of the room with a slight skip in his step.

“He’s taken this… a lot better than I thought he would.” Yingxing admitted. Knowing Dan Feng, there were always ulterior motives.

Dan Heng didn’t need to know that, right now at least. He carried the man to the bathroom and not an hour later they were both back in the bed, the comforter had been taken downstairs and now they were sharing a new quilt. 

“Where are we going to dinner tomorrow?” Dan Heng asked as he rolled over in bed. Yingxing had just closed his eyes. Tomorrow ? Oh, it was just past midnight.

“Oh, there’s a late-night bar that we used to go to. I think we’ll try there. The food is decent, and people aren’t nosy.”

“Can’t wait.” Dan Heng smiled lightly. He cuddled up to Yingxing’s side and almost immediately fell asleep.

Again, Yingxing had a nightmare, but when he awoke— he had no memory of it.

Chapter Text

When Dan Feng first met Yingxing he had only assumed to know him a few years and be done with him. As a vampire lord— your time with mortals is usually limited especially when they wished not to be turned into a thrall. 

But there was something deep, addictive to their bond that Dan Feng didn’t see until the day the  manor burned to the ground.  A young man, mortal— raising a silver blade to other vampires and standing to defend Dan Feng, even when he knew well.

Dan Feng was no saint. He had murdered the doctor and his late husband, had murdered the old smithy that Yingxing had replaced. Any prisoners that came into his possession would be drained of all their blood— and when he ran out, he would use his handmaidens as his personal blood bags knowing full well the council would come for him eventually. Dan Feng hated it. Why were other vampires allowed to kill and infect without being held back and yet the second they find out about his usage of dark magic they seek to end him? They never apologized for the doctor that had given him a transfusion of vampire blood without his consent.

Nobody apologized for that, for what Dan Feng had become.

Sure, he was a shell of his former glory. Long were the days of ransacking entire cults, swinging a blade and partaking in the night. Dan Feng was of the night, sure— but he lived a normal life now.

Well, as normal as he tried. Now it was mundane. And he followed it because he loved Yingxing. He loved the man more than anything else. Picking their targets so wisely…Stalking them for weeks. Criminals and crooks, people who took their lives for granted. But after close calls– Yingxing was given the responsibility of harvesting.

A young man with a record of assault charges on young women— He gave less blood than Yingxing had wanted. A con artist who had spit on a pretty young man only trying to do his job?

They’d have to come clean eventually. They were murderers. Even when they murdered those of ill repute. Dan Feng wondered if Yingxing had thought about this.

Certainly he did. Dan Heng was a young man, he was smart, desperate, and lonely.

Sure, Dan Feng did play with his mind a little— How could he not? They were one in the same. The longer Dan Feng and Dan Heng were close, the more of Dan Feng’s magic would bleed into the other. It was necessary should Dan Heng wish to remain healthy.

Dan Feng’s trunk, he unlocked it with a key only he knew about. Yingxing was not allowed to see inside it– it was a boundary they had made very early in their relationship so the trunk itself was over 200 years old. Sealed with a special spell. Dan Heng muttered the spell, drawing his long fingers across the padlock and it sprang open, welcoming that thick smell of aged wood and cloth. He pulled a thick tome from the trunk. He began to flick through the pages.

Dan Heng was such a unique case of a vessel…Nothing was like him– Nothing recorded, Dan Feng had spent much of his time alone researching the records and found nothing. But Dan Feng’s information was also dated, he didn’t have modern record access…not like Jing Yuan.

He’d need to keep Dan Heng safe, to lose him…It would be negligent.

So how, as awful people—- would Dan Feng and Yingxing continue? Would Dan Heng age like a regular human? Grow old and die eventually? For all intents and purposes, Dan Heng was truly, and purely, a human.

Yet there was some sort of power in him, Dan Feng felt it when he first touched him that day at the nightclub. What was Dan Heng if he wasn’t a vessel? He was a young man with goals and ideals— friends and family. He had thought of simply absorbing Dan Heng and regaining his powers, surely doing so would return to him some of the magic he had lost over the years.

Dan Feng may be a few things, but he wasn’t completely heartless. He was a spiteful stubborn loner with a hatred for other vampires and any sort of organized ‘society’ – all the things that had failed him in the past. He looked over the pages.

Was he being selfish? Dan Feng could be selfish? Yingxing shouldn’t be having unprotected sex with Dan Heng, especially when Dan Feng knew well that Dan Heng could, and would become pregnant. 

His child?

A sharp sound, Dan Feng closed the tome as he thought. Dan Heng and Yingxing were gone to work. Dan Heng had forgotten to take the morning-after pills. He didn’t think he’d need to remind the young man but Dan Feng did before they had left the house.

Dan Heng had shrugged, assuring he would and patted his backpack.

There was no influence there. Dan Feng had been genuine in reminding him. He had second thoughts, after all— Dan Heng with his bright future, last semester of university and surely could get just about any job he wanted.

Yet here Dan Heng was, heads over heels in love with Yingxing. Dan Feng could see it, he had felt like that, he still felt like that. He knew it might happen.

Yingxing was just— Well, he wasn’t pure, nor was he a saint. He was just Yingxing— but long were the days of overboyish confidence, snide bickering and springing into action like a super hero. Yingxing -was- over 200 years old. It was because of Dan Feng he didn’t age like a normal human. Should Dan Feng die— Yingxing would too. ‘

So what was Dan Heng’s role here?

Dan Feng watched his own life flash before him. 300 years of love, laughter—misery, betrayal, and most of all—fear. Fear for his loved ones and selfishness to maintain them. He was telling the truth when he spoke to Jingliu almost 40 years ago. He’d be nothing without the man.

His mother always told him about fate and destiny, about truth and virtue. What would she think of Dan Feng now? Crouched down in a dusty basement, groveling over a dwindling blood supply, worried about his next meal. He didn’t bring it up to Yingxing— He had drunk more than he should have in the hopes of adding more of his power into Dan Heng. They’d need to go on another hunt soon. 

Not with Dan Heng. He’d never understand, nor approve. 

A sigh into his palm. This was a mistake. 

Yet, Dan Feng had no intentions to let things go either. They needed each other.

He knew that at least.

Dan Heng had gone back to his apartment finally. He needed clothes and to collect his mail. Bills– more bills. His lease.

Yingxing had already offered to allow Dan Heng to stay at the home when his lease ended, and Dan Heng was inclined to agree. The home at the end of the cul-de-sac wasn’t as close to the university as his apartment, but it would be cheaper— he’d have a place to put his books. Once he finished his last few classes he would continue to work at the hardware store until he found a job. Maybe he’d travel…

He paused, frowning down at his backpack— He should take the morning-after pills. He didn’t earlier, despite Dan Feng reminding him. That feeling in his chest became stronger when he was around Yingxing. 

Pregnancy was scary.

Really, really scary— Yet it didn’t seem as bad when he thought about having one with Yingxing. But would…but would Yingxing want that? He could still be himself, even after a baby— but maybe it would be dangerous? Dan Feng was a vampire of apparent ill-repute. He had already seen what other vampirekin were capable of…And yet— He still felt safe. There was that feeling again, deep within him that wanted to care and nurture something.

Dan Heng frowned, rubbing his head as he looked out into his tiny apartment. He’d stay here for the day, get some work down, and Yingxing would come and pick him up for dinner the next day. Then…that meeting with those other Vampires.

Before he knew it, he had lost track of time. So consumed in grading papers and His own research over the next day he had nearly forgotten about his prior arrangements. He started, getting up and jumping into the shower. Dan Heng wanted to look nice tonight, especially since this was an actual date between the three of them— a first.

They had had sex before having an actual date. Dan Heng had lost his virginity before…It didn’t matter. Really, that’s why Dan Heng had waited so long. He was too set in his ways. He dug around in his closet looking for the nicest thing he owned.

He thought about how beautiful Dan Feng looked in every outfit he wore.  But Dan Heng didn’t really care for things that were too feminine leaning. He’d perhaps wear sexy feminine things for Yingxing but out in public…Dan Heng was more conservative. 

He found a dark grey button-up shirt and a pair of black high-waisted slacks. He experimented with how the button-up looked on his frame before tucking it into the pants. It took some trial and error figuring out the best way to roll up his sleeves. He didn’t have the muscular forearms like Yingxing, but he thought it still looked nice.

He frowned as he turned and looked at himself in the closet-door mirror. His hips made him look a little more boxy than he would have liked, especially since he didn’t have as slim of a waist as Dan Feng, but he thought he still looked nice, nice enough to go out to eat at least.

It wasn’t long before Dan Heng heard a knock at his apartment door. Yingxing greeted him with a bright smile. “It’s been too long, Dan Heng!”

Dan Heng returned a soft smile. “Yes, a whole twenty hours.” He stepped out of his apartment and into the landing. It was already dark. Typically when he and Caelus went out to eat it was earlier, but they needed to accommodate Dan Feng, and of course Caelus would not be joining them. Dan Heng couldn’t help but notice how nice Yingxing looked. A wine-colored ribbed semi-turtle neck. Short sleeved— hugging his biceps in the perfect way and accentuating those scars. He was wearing that gold-chain necklace again. 

“You look very nice in red.” Dan Heng added as they began to walk down the stairs. 

“Thanks. You look great too— Had to hold back from grabbing you by the waist.” A cocky grin lingered on Yingxing’s lips as they set out towards the truck. Dan Heng could see the shadow of Dan Feng sitting in the front seat. 

“Oh…about Saturday. If Caelus sees Dan Feng in the employee room. Do you think it’ll be okay? I mean— he’s zoomer brained and everything but I’m sure he’ll still notice that we look similar and it's not…I haven’t said anything about like—our situation but he’s already hinted that he knows we’ve..erm, done things.” 

“I asked Dan Feng to transform into a cat during that overlap. I’ll just say he’s a stray I’m taking to the hospital…It’s worked before.” Yingxing nodded. 

Dan Heng scratched his cheek. “Ah, that’s a good idea…and also I’d like to see Dan Feng as a cat.” 

“He’s a very cute cat.” Yingxing responded, nodding with a rather smug look on his face.

They got into the truck, Dan Feng in the back and Yingxing in the driver's seat.

“Hi, Dan Heng. You look pretty.” Dan Feng looked over his shoulder back at Dan Heng. 

Even in the dim light of the truck, Dan Feng looks beautiful. His hair was tied up into a bun, extra hair spilling down to his shoulders. The pin— silver with pretty blue jades in the shape of a dragon. His pale shoulders were exposed by an off-the-shoulder long-sleeved blouse that was tucked into a pair of dark-blue linen pants. His neck was decorated with a necklace, a familiar blue gemstone hanging from the end. 

“You look really pretty too.” Dan Heng tried not to be flustered. Two beautiful people were in the front of the vehicle and he? Well, he thought he had chosen a good outfit.

It was as if Dan Feng had read his mind, Azure eyes burrowed into Dan Heng and a long arm outstretched, tucking some of Dan Heng’s hair behind his ears. “I like those kinds of tops on you. You should show your neck more though, You have a very pretty collarbone, you should should flaunt it.”

Dan Heng frowned down at himself. To unbutton his top would reveal a bit of his undergarments, and he hated exposing those. “Thanks. I don’t think I can throw off anything you wear though.”

“Dan Heng, you could throw off a trash bag. Don’t worry about how you look. I’m just extra around Yingxing. I’ve also had…hundreds of years to try and experience different styles. It actually makes it so funny when I throw away stuff—Only to see it go back in fashion twenty years later.” Dan Feng returned to sitting back straight into his seat as Yingxing began to drive.

“I don’t know about a trash bag, but I don’t know. I just don’t feel comfortable with more revealing outfits.” Dan Heng mused.

“And that’s fine.” Yingxing hummed. 

“It is! Which is why Yingxing is here to be the main eye-candy.” A dark chuckle left Dan Feng’s lips.

“I have a question, if you don’t mind me asking.” Dan Heng waited to speak again when they had reached a highway that ran into the city. 

“Go ahead.” Yingxing responded. 

“Would you two be interested in attending my graduation? I know it’s only my masters degree but, well— frankly I don’t have anyone to invite and I’ve never really walked. High School it was just myself…” Dan Heng felt hot. He felt rather juvenile inviting his lovers to his diploma ceremony.

“I’d love to go.” Dan Feng was first to respond. 

Yingxing nodded in unison. “We’ll be there.” 

Dan Heng felt light in the chest. “Oh—Great, I’ll send you a calendar invite to your phone. It’s in the evening so — It should be okay for Dan Feng to go.”

“If not, we’ll figure something out so I can go.” Dan Feng smiled over his shoulder. 

“Great.” Dan Heng felt relieved, he didn’t know why he’d think they’d decline.

“Did…you think we’d not want to go?” Dan Heng raised a brow.

Dan Heng shook his head quickly. “No—well, I wasn’t sure. I know you two have your own things going on and we’ve sort of sunk ourselves into this relationship -really- quickly. I thought I’d be odd to ask.”

Yingxing didn’t take his eyes off the road, but he shook his head. “Dan Heng, don’t worry. I know— it is weird, but we’re here for you.”

“Mhm. Honestly I haven’t been to a diploma ceremony, Even after all these years. I mean…I’ve attended things I guess that are adjacent to it— does one’s first corrupted werewolf hunt count?” Dan Feng had to ponder.

“Uh…” Dan Heng frowned.

“No, I don’t think that counts. Plus that was probably a hundred years ago.” Yingxing waved his hand.

“Suppose he’s right. Plus werewolves aren’t even scary anymore. Just mildly annoying.” Dan Feng yawned. “Not that I thought they were ever scary.”

“What do werewolves do now?” Dan Heng asked, genuinely curious. 

“Most linger in communities. It’s safer. Darkener rules are that any werewolves that lose control during the full moon are subject to imprisonment or death should they not be able to turn back. Honestly werewolves have been in sharp decline over the years, and they aren’t immortal like Vampires or Witches so…It’s just adapting to modern norms now—plus there’s new remedies for suppressing moon-related rages to the point where most werewolves don’t even turn during the full moon.”

“I see. That’s good, right?” Dan Heng added.

Dan Feng made a sound. “I suppose Lycans are still…well centuries of a creature race being reduced to nothing. Whether you became one through family or bite— There were once whole cities made up of them.” 

“So you see the slow decline of werewolves a bad thing?” Dan Heng blinked.

“Just a shame, honestly.” Dan Feng shrugged. 

Dan Heng had to ponder on this. The disappearance of any species of people would be bad, but did werewolves really have a culture outside the fairy tales and legends? Dan Heng supposed they had to. Vampires did, in a sense, from what Dan Feng had previously explained. 

They were left in an awkward silence. None of them spoke for a good chunk of the highway until Yingxing pulled off onto an exit that entered into the downtown area.

“Dan Heng, did you take your morning-after pills?” Dan Feng asked once more.

“I did.” Dan Heng lied.

Dan Heng blinked. Did he…just lie? He rarely lied but— he didn’t want to talk about it, to be honest. He knew it was already well after the time period that the pills were truly effective, and even if they were taken within a few hours of intercourse, Dan Heng had learned they still weren’t 100% effective. 

“Alright.” Dan Feng smiled back at Dan Heng. “Don’t want to make old Yingxing here a tired dad too~” 

Both Yingxing and Dan Heng spluttered at the teasing. Yinxing was quick to turn his head back to traffic, but his hand was covering his mouth in embarrassment. 

“I think Yingxing would make a great dad, to be frank.” Dan Heng said lightly, recovering quickly as he turned to look out the window.

Dan Feng caressed Yingxing’s arm. “He would. I’ve told him for centuries.” 

Dan Heng looked down at his lap, going back to silence. He felt odd. Was he being manipulative? It wasn’t like he was actually pregnant, he could- in theory- just be overthinking things again.  He went back to looking out the window. 

The restaurant was indeed nice, a small place that had the theming of an old-timey underground cocktail bar. Dan Heng had never been into a place like this, but had seen videos of smartly dressed bartenders serving up drinks with freshly carved blocks of ice and egg whites with dragon fruit vodka— thankfully nothing quite as extravagant was happening here, but it gave off similar vibes. They were seated in a booth that sat across from a lonely pianist on the stage and they were given a drink menu along with a food menu.

Pasta, salads, and a few select cuts of meat. Dan Heng was craving red meat again. 

“Do you want a drink, Dan Heng?” Yingxing asked as he set down the drink menu. 

Dan Heng shook his head. “Uh, Maybe something small, what would you suggest?” Dan Heng took the drink menu. It was pretty extensive— more extensive than the food menu.

“Well, they have a drink made with cherry wine that’s pretty good— also there’s this sake drink—” Yingxing flipped a few pages over the drink menu and pointed to a drink. “This one's called Dragon’s Milk. If you don’t mind coconut flavors.”

Dan Feng rolled his eyes— Of course he wasn’t looking at the menu, but he did have a flask tucked in his sleeve. "Dragon's Milk is hardly strong. But Yingxing is a lightweight anyway."

“What do you two typically do when you go out to eat?” Dan Heng asked as he set down his menu. He decided on the steak and the aforementioned ‘Dragon’s Milk’ drink. It suddenly hit him. Should he drink this? He wasn’t pregnant for all he knew. 

“Usually Dan Feng will order something I like, and we’ll take it home for me to eat later. I’ll take a few bites sometimes to not worry the waiters…but nobody usually cares if Dan Feng doesn’t eat. As long as it’s being paid for.” Yingxing settled down his menu as well.

“I don’t tip the waiters that question me too much— Kidding.” Dan Feng had to correct himself the second he saw the concerned look upon Dan Heng’s face.

“Yeah, we’re not that horrible.” Yingxing let out a slight laugh. “Anyway, we don’t really go out much anymore. So this is nice.”   

“Yeah, I understand.” Dan Heng peered up at the waiter, the man had returned with glasses of water and took away their menus as they all read out their orders. 

They chatted idly as they waited. Dan Heng felt a little more comfortable in his skin. He was no longer intimidated by Dan Feng, the more they chatted, the more Dan Heng got along with the vampire. He was intelligent, well educated and they both enjoyed literature— so they took to discussing the book series Dan Feng had loaned Dan Heng the latest volume of. 

“Actually, I have another series you may like, if you like this one.” Dan Feng ran his fingers along the rim of his glass. 

“Sure. I’m open to suggestions…Honestly I’d like to read more fantasy novels.” Dan Heng looked at Yingxing, who seemed to be staring at Dan Heng curiously. “W-what?”

Yingxing shook his head before leaning on his palm. “Nothing. I just like seeing you two bond. Makes me happy, and full of myself. I get to share two beautiful men.” 

“Don’t make me bite you.” Dan Feng closed his eyes briefly, but Dan Heng could tell he enjoyed it.

Dan Heng adjusted his glasses. “You’re just hard to take my eyes away from. It would have been tough being at the hardware store if I hadn’t said anything.” 

“What does that mean?” Yingxing chuckled. 

“I-I’d probably have to quit. I’d feel like I would be drawing too much of a line.” Dan Heng scoffed.

“The line was drawn the second I hired you, Dan Heng.” Yingxing let out a slight sound, looking embarrassed again.

“I…Suppose that’s fair. But either way, I don’t regret anything now. I’ve never felt better in my life…even when there’s a lot of things up in the air.” 

“True, no matter how mundane our lives become, there’s still the darkener lifestyle that we must abide by.” Dan Feng had gone serious, his body leading back into the velvet-lined cushions of the booth seats.

Both Dan Heng and Yingxing looked in his direction.

“Dan Feng.” Yingxing started, but he was cut short by Dan Feng.

“No, I mean it–I still want to be honest with Dan Heng. We shouldn’t pretend it’s all fairies and rainbows.” Dan Feng looked at Dan Heng.

Dan Heng frowned, but nodded firmly. “I know. I understand. That is why…when I ask questions, I know you’ll be honest to me. I understood that the second I didn’t see your reflection in the mirror, and I’ll return that honestly the best I can.” 

Yingxing looked at Dan Feng for a moment.

“We’ll tell you everything.” Dan Feng placed a hand against Dan Heng’s shoulder.

Their conversation was changed, their dinner and drinks had arrived. Moving talks back into their daily lives and a particularly funny conversation about the last time Dan Feng had attempted to eat human food. 

Dan Heng did trust the two. But he knew their secrets were probably that of crime—- and possibly death.

Saturday came faster than Dan Heng thought it would. He half-expected the rest of the week to drag on, his mind full of otherworldly anxiety. To prepare, Dan Heng stayed over at the house. Leaving in the late morning to go to the hardware store with Yingxing.

Dan Heng had bought Caelus two new video games as compensation for taking the morning open alone and Dan Heng was now holding a dark grey cat with bright blue eyes in his arms. Dan Feng had easily transformed. One second he was Dan Feng— the next second he was the cat— one that had swatted at Yingxing’s legs before happily hopping into Dan Heng’s arms.

“You’re really silky.” Dan Heng said idly as they waited for Yingxing to finish his morning routine.

“Thanks.” The cat responded without having to open his mouth to speak.

“I….Heard you can turn into a dragon too. Is that true?” Dan Heng asked.

Blue eyes looked up at Dan Heng. “He told you? Figures…Yes, I used to be able to transform into a dragon. Not a big one, mind you— If I had even an ounce of the power my mother originally had I’d have been a dragon the size of the river I’ve been given to protect.” 

“Then your mother was a bigger dragon then that?” Dan Heng blinked in surprise.

“I exaggerate, but perhaps. She never told me of her true form, for she truly abandoned dragonhood in exchange for a human body.” The cat rested his head on Dan Heng’s arm.

“I’d like to see you as a little dragon some day.” Dan Heng said softly, patting Dan Feng on the head.

“Maybe someday.” Dan Feng returned tiredly. 

Yingxing walked down the stairs. “I’m ready…Dan Feng, I have a blanket, Gonna bundle you up as a purrito to make sure the sun doesn’t get to you while we drive to the store.” 

“Fine, fine…just get me a cat carrier already— like I’m the one with the degradation kink...” The cat rolled his eyes, tail swishing dangerously. 

They both went about helping wrap Dan Feng up in the thick blanket before setting out for the hardware store. Dan Heng wasn’t the best cook in the world but he had made red-bean buns the previous night with the help of Dan Feng so they could snack while working. It was Dan Feng’s idea to make the steamed buns— especially after Dan Heng had taken it upon himself to organize the kitchen cabinets in his down-time between his finals. 

“We’ll let you out in the break room, just don’t do anything out of the ordinary for a cat.” Dan Heng reassured as he sat down in the passenger’s side seat with the purrito in his lap, ensuring that not a single drop of sunshine reached the cat’s face. 

“Fine, fine, but I’m still going to jump scare that co-worker you two always speak about.” Dan Feng grumbled from inside the blanket.

Both Dan Heng and Yingxing blinked at each other. “It’s okay, doing that is probably in character for a cat. To be honest.” Yingxing stated simply.

“Have you two owned actual pets in the past?” Dan Heng asked as they drove off.

“We used to have koi fish.” Yingxing responded.

“In Dan Feng’s manor?” Dan Heng looked slightly surprised.

“In another home we rented for a few years. About twenty years ago. We inherited the fish from a previous tenant who passed and we just…sort of kept taking care of them.  One of them was sixty years old.” Dan Feng grumbled.

“And then Dan Feng let a neighbor child put the koi fish he won at the summer festival in the pond.” Yingxing looked a little sour.

“What happened?” Dan Heng asked, curiously as he examined the bitter look on Yingxing’s face.

“They all died…Apparently the festival fish had some sort of infection. Those old koi, cared for over the years with the utmost care, had no resistance to the new bacteria.” Yingxing sighed.

“Kids don’t know better. He saw me caring for the koi at night and didn’t want to get into trouble with his mother, who didn’t know he went to the festival. It was the least I could do. He didn’t want it to die…his mother would have flushed it down the toilet.” Dan Feng responded indignantly. 

“Mm.” Yingxing responded, casting a quick look to the bundle of cat.

Dan Heng had to ponder this. He took it Dan Feng might have a soft spot for kids. Especially with how Dan Feng’s tone had changed, and how defensive he had gotten over mentioning the kid.

“I had a cat at my last foster home.” Dan Heng had to move the subject along. “He was black fluffy cat with a broken tail.”

The purrito shifted in Dan Heng’s grip. “How did that work out? Having a pet in the foster system.” His tone mirrored some sort of guilt.

“Well, sort of. He was a stray I would feed. But I fed him for five years and named him Sesame, so I think that counts. He stopped showing up my senior year of high school so I wonder if he passed away.” Dan Heng pondered.

“That or he found his old family. Male cats are notorious for just walking away when they want to mate and just find other families to live with.” Yingxing added smartly. 

“That’s true. I’m sure Sesame was popular with the female cats.” Dan Heng pondered. “I don’t know. People in the neighborhood said I was the only person who could pet him.” 

“Dan Heng, cat whisperer.” Yingxing let out a laugh at his bad joke. 

Both Dan Heng and Dan Feng didn’t appreciate the joke— at least the cat bundle didn’t budge. 

Finally, they parked and strolled inside the store. Caelus was busy with a single customer at the counter. Dan Heng recognized her: It was Hotaru once again. Caelus was leaning on the counter, showing the young woman a photo on his phone.

“Hi Caelus, working hard?” Yingxing strolled to the counter and that allowed Dan Heng to take Dan Feng to the break room where he let the man out of the blankets. The cat jumped atop the table and sat down. 

“Thanks. Let's try to close early today.” Dan Feng proceeded to assume the part of a cat, licking his paws. 

“I’ll see. It’s Saturday.”  Dan Heng folded the blanket and placed it on the table as a place for Dan Feng to make a bed. He slipped on his apron and set his bag inside his locker as he usually did. 

Dan Feng didn’t say anything else and Dan Heng left to meet Yingxing back at the counter. “I’ll take over, Caelus. Take your break.” 

Caelus nodded and looked back at Hotaru. "I'm ready to go."

She nodded, a soft smile lingering on her lips, for a moment her eyes lingered on Dan Heng before waving. “It’s good to see you again, Dan Heng.”

Dan Heng tried to return an equally sweet smile, but he often found it hard. “Yes. I hope the university has been treating you well.” 

“Oh, I actually took a sabbatical, I’ve been working a new job.” She tucked mousy-blonde hair behind her ear. “A-anyway, Caelus and I are going to go get milkshakes, do you want one?”

Dan Heng shook his head. “No, I'm okay. Thanks though.” 

The two left the building, leaving Yingxing and Dan Heng. Wait, Dan Heng turned— Yingxing was gone. He must have ducked back to the office to do his manager paperwork.

Leaving Dan Heng alone, there were two customers browsing the shelves so he did his usual rounds of asking the customers if they needed anything before starting his normal shift clean — sweeping the floors around the cash register and the entrance. 

Yingxing appeared about an hour later to start assisting with customers and stocking. The foot-traffic was typical for a Saturday and by the time Caelus had come back from his break they needed to open both of the registers to manage the line that had developed— A first since Dan Heng had started working at the store.

Then– suddenly, it stopped. The rush made the time fly by and Caelus hadn’t said anything about the cat in the breakroom— well at least until he left for the end of his shift. 

“Why is there a cat in the breakroom?” Caelus jutted his thumb back towards the door as Dan Heng straightened up a stack of tool boxes.

“A stray that Yingxing found in the bed of his truck this morning, we were going to take him to the hospital but he seems fine.” 

“He tried to scratch me when I tried to pet him.” Caelus pouted. 

“That’s a shame, he let me wrap him up like a baby on the way here earlier.” Dan Heng smiled, knowing that Dan Feng might not take kindly to the comments.

“Are you guys gonna adopt him?” Caelus made his way to the door. 

“Yingxing is going to take him. I don’t have a pet deposit at my apartment.”  Dan Heng finished up his tidying. 

Caelus quirked a brow. “Sure…See ya!” He waved and took off.

Yingxing strolled from around the counter. “We can probably start closing. I don’t see too many coming in this last hour.” 

Dan Heng nodded and started taking out the trash while Yingxing did his usual paperwork related processes. Dan Feng turned off the open sign just five minutes shy of six and the sun was still out, this gave the three of them some time to prepare for the meeting with the other  vampires. He and Yingxing strolled back to the break room to meet Dan Feng, who was already seated expectantly in the center of the table. He hadn’t shifted back yet.

“Are you going to change back? You don’t need to worry about Caelus anymore.” Dan Heng asked.

“There’s a camera in the front of the store. In the event that Pavel actually looks at his security footage I’d prefer not to be seen leaving the store.” Dan Feng replied, licking his paw.

“I can erase camera footage, you know.” Yingxing added.

“I know, and let’s leave that for something important. I rather not ruin your trust with Pavel. You’ve worked too hard developing this Laissez-faire relationship.” Dan Feng’s fail swished dangerously again.

“I understand.” Yingxing crossed his arms.

“What next?” Dan Heng looked between the cat and Yingxing. “Anything I should prepare for?” 

“Yes. Don’t let Jing Yuan charm you.” Dan Feng’s pupils dilated. 

“Charm me?” Dan Heng frowned.

Yingxing rubbed his forehead. “The general—er, Jing Yuan is a very charismatic man. He’s very highly regarded, even as a vampire. He can act very laid-back but it’s important not to let that get your guard down.” 

Dan Feng scoffed. “I can’t believe you still call him ‘general’ after all these years…After you made HIS weapons. He should be calling you master.” 

Yingxing waved his hand. “Let’s put those things aside for now. We’re no longer what we used to be. Forming an alliance is our best chance now, especially since Dan Heng is in the picture.” 

Dan Feng sighed. “You’re right.” 

Dan Heng rubbed his arm. “So what do you think Jing Yuan will try to charm me over…if you don’t mind me asking?”

The vampire went silent for a few moments. “I’d jest and say he’d try and get in your pants but honestly he might. But if that happened I’d probably kill him myself.” 

Yingxing looked mildly upset at this. “That would be after I killed him— Don’t worry Dan Heng, he won’t try that— either way, I think he’d want more out of whatever pact we make. And if he sees you as a potential pawn, he’d try to sick his advisor witch on you.”

“I see. Well, I don’t feel too worried…his apprentice—erm the blonde boy seemed a little…” Dan Heng had a hard time placing the words. He didn’t want to insult a boy who was probably just out of Highschool if that— “He was clearly young and inexperienced with being sent to stake out people.”

“That’s a surprise to me, He keeps close to the best…at least the best that are willing to keep up with him and his antics.” Dan Feng sounded grumpy again. 

They went to discuss for a bit, the time for the meeting fast approaching as Yingxing finished up work in the office and Dan Heng sat down at the table to pet Dan Feng on the head. 

“You should teach me how to kiss better.” Dan Heng said, almost absentmindedly. 

An evil chuckle from Cat Feng. “Probably. What? You noticed you’re not kissing Yingxing enough?” 

“Yes…because I feel like a…shitty kisser.” Dan Heng rarely cursed, but it was the only way he could express his frustration.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a few things.  Maybe tomorrow night? I really wanna see you sit on his face…Your fat ass would make it so much more comfortable then my boney weapons for hips.

Dan Heng had to bury his face in his hands. It was too much now— hearing that come from a cat of all things. “O-okay, stop! forget I even brought it up.”

Dan Feng laughed again. “I’m just teasing.”

Yinxying exited the door to the office. “Deposit is in the safe, Let’s head out.” 

Chapter Text

Dan Heng wasn’t a nervous person. Even as a child he had grown used to chaos. Moving foster homes, going back to the orphanage. Managing his own finances and signing his own grades. He made a name for himself as a pseudo-older sibling for a lot of kids that he knew. That’s how he met Caelus, Stelle and March. They were all passed around the system for a while. Maybe Stelle and March had gone on their own journey, but they were still family no matter what. 

Himeko, his favorite foster mother and Welt his most important case worker. He was lucky he had people in his life that cared growing up because he knew well not every child was so lucky— and he had experienced the worst at times, but it truly encouraged Dan Heng to work his hardest, and pursue a life he was happy with. It wasn’t until he started growing ill that he started thinking more about himself.

“We’ll run a few more tests, but please keep taking the medication. I’d also suggest you stop doing high-impact sports. Yoga, walking — that’s all fine but sprinting like you were doing will put too much strain on your body.” The doctor flipped through her notes. 

“Do you guys know what it is yet?” Dan Heng asked lightly. He was staring at nothing in particular as he sat in the doctor's office. This had been his third visit since he was hospitalized post-pass out. 

“Not yet. It’s most likely auto-immune related. Diagnosis for anything in particular is hard. So right now we’re running down the line of what it can be.” The doctor offered a sad smile. “Either way, we’ll do everything we can to ensure you can do everything you currently do— well besides that whole high-impact sports thing.” The doctor tried her hand at dry humor.

“Thanks.” Dan Heng got up from his seat as the doctor had made the motion that they were about to finish. “Can you sign a note? Just in case any of my professors ask.” Dan Heng pursed his lips.

“Oh- yes. Thank you for reminding me. I’ll also send word to the front desk to ensure that you get your next set of appointments set up, I’ll make notes for all of those just in case they fall on any of you days you need to attend classes— You’re just about to graduate, right?”

“Less than a year left. It shouldn’t be too bad. I’m mostly working on my thesis right now.” Dan Heng rubbed at his wrist. 

“Are you going to get your doctorate?” She asked with a pleasant smile on her face.

Dan Heng merely responded with a light laugh and a ‘maybe.’ 

He left the office looking impassive. Dan Heng hadn’t told any of his friends about this. Not even when he went to the hospital, his emergency contact had been Himeko. He had been running a marathon by himself. Something he typically attended with Stelle and March but this year the two girls were busy with their new work and Caelus, being a year his junior, had been busy with his own classwork. 

He had felt it a little bit prior— a strange pain in his chest and stomach. Waking up with dried blood under his nose and feeling tired at odd times of day. He thought it was just the typical grad school fatigue. He stopped wearing his binder for a while, thinking the issues were tied to that, but when issues started getting worse and the pass-out happened. Dan Heng realized perhaps there was something seriously wrong with him.

He took medication, he underwent several tests and his blood was tested regularly. None of it helped. When Dan Heng and Caelus were let go from their part-time jobs at the school bookstore Dan Heng had all the time to go between the hospital and university. But it didn’t make him feel any better. He felt hopeless— and beyond everything, Alone. 

Dan Heng knew keeping the illness from his friends would only make it worse, but he didn’t want to burden them. He knew they’d worry over him. He was a grown adult and figured he’d do what a lot of men do— internalize it. He knew that was a mistake when his doctor told him he was getting worse, advising Dan Heng not to get another job for now.

Stubborn and prideful, Dan Heng refused. He needed to work, and the second Caelus had texted him, asking him if he wanted to interview for the Hardware store, Dan Heng immediately agreed. 

Perhaps it was destiny. Himeko often said life worked in strange ways– and perhaps it was inappropriate when Yingxing and him hit it off. Any normal situation would accuse the man of taking advantage of his position as Dan Heng’s boss, and Dan Heng would normally agree. He had been around creeps before.

But he couldn’t deny the immediate pull, the feeling like he met Yingxing before— and the dreams he had. On top of that— feeling better when he went to work.

Perhaps that is why he clung to the couple so easily, and was so ready for a change in his life. Self preservation? Maybe, but he always cherished his loved ones.

Yingxing glanced at Dan Heng in the passenger-side seat with a blanket-wrapped Dan Feng in his lap.

He was nervous— His finger tapped on the steering wheel as they drove across town to the meeting location. He hadn’t seen Jing Yuan in a long time. Last time they had met face-to-face he had spit at the man’s feet. Their disagreements over Dan Feng– over vampire society.  It had come to a boiling point even when he had once fought side-by-side with the man. 

Yingxing’s presence as Dan Feng’s familiar was always contentious. He was an oddity among them, for Darkener customs were that familiars were to be swapped out every so many years.

It wasn’t illegal, per-say, for Dan Heng to keep Yingxing all these years, but it wasn’t commonly practiced as the debt of keeping a human alive for so long came at the cost of the vampire. It was just another thing that made Dan Feng unpopular with his peers. Suspicion fell on Dan Heng that he had been using some sort of forbidden magic to keep him and Yingxing alive.

Plus, Yingxing had committed his own crimes. 

He didn’t even know how Dan Feng would react. They were once friends. Perhaps they could be again…the quintet they once formed.

They pulled up to a curb where they could easily park. This was a more fancy side of town where Yingxing didn’t go often, not anymore at least. 

“Ready?” Yingxing said as he placed the truck in park. The sun was setting now, Dan Feng could easily poke his head out from the blanket. 

Dan Heng nodded slowly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

Yingxing watched the man for a moment. Dan Heng seemed calm as usual. His expression was impassive as he peered down at Dan Feng in his lap. 

“Let’s get this over with.” Dan Feng responded in a grumpy tone. 

With that, it was their queue to get out of the truck. Yingxing jumped out first so he could aid Dan Heng with Cat-Feng. He wasn't sure when the man was going to return to his normal form, but assumed it would be when they made it to the meeting location.

Dan Heng thanked Yingxing and they silently set off down the street, where Yingxing led them down an alleyway and into an open office building. He knew Dan Heng was probably surprised. He must have been expecting some sort of underground saloon. Instead they were walking down a grey hallway with some mundane landscaping paintings before they were met at the elevator by a woman dressed in red.

“Come in, Dan Feng, Yingxing and Guest. Fu Xuan has asked me to escort you upstairs.” She bowed her head respectfully. Yingxing offered her a simple nod. He knew how to deal with these types by now. They all followed the old ways of being respectful and prideful. He peered out of the corner of his eyes at the feline, Dan Feng. Dan Heng, of course, stood a little bit behind Yingxing, looking surprisingly calm.

The woman smiled and pressed a badge to the elevator console and the shaft opened, She gestured allowing the group to enter before she entered herself. Yingxing noticed she smelled heavily of ginseng as he passed her. The irony of using the herb…It was thought to be a ward of evil. Either way, nobody here was evil. Morally ambiguous? Yes.  But evil? No– Certainly not.

The addition of no music in the elevator made Yingxing drum his hands against his leg. Dan Heng, with Dan Heng had let Dan Feng go and the man had shifted back into his normal guise. The woman made no sigh of shock. She was probably used to such a thing— working for Darkeners. 

Yingxing could tell she was human, but she might be magically trained. Yingxing knew of deep families who weren’t darkeners, but their families were so intertwined with them they might as well be.

Alchemists, Demon Hunters, Some mages were even considered mortals. Blessed bloodlines like Dan Feng’s— if his mother had more children and her children had more children, it could be possible that there would be mortal beast-blooded people out there…and indeed there were— but rare were they. So rare that many didn’t even know what they were and what they were capable of harnessing.

It made Yingxing wonder. So many people could have the ability to be more…yet the Darkener government was perfectly fine with hiding in the shadows and coddling the good things that…well— there were things that vampires could donate to society.  

Maybe Yingxing was being delusional when he thought that as they stood in the quiet elevator. Dan Feng’s cold shoulder against his arm. Dan Heng’s gaze on the woman who was standing in front of the three of them, facing the doors. 

Finally, they came to a stop. The sixteenth floor— Perhaps it was the anxiety but the ride seemed longer than it should have. None of them had said a word, not even Dan Feng who would typically ask questions in these sorts of situations. The woman waited for the doors to fully open before stepping out and pressing the hold button to ensure they all made it out without the door threatening to close.

They were met by a lobby of gold and glass. Homely interiors that were reminiscent of old Xianzhou style. Yingxing felt a small tug at his heartstrings– He still missed the place where he grew up. Even if it was long gone— now replaced by skyrises and bustling towns. A blonde young man stood by a red doorway. He looked younger than Dan Heng— maybe fresh out of High School.  He appeared human like the woman who guided them into the elevator.

“Good Evening, Master Feng and his guests.” He smiled, his golden eyes flashing. “I’m Yanqing.”

“It’s you— the ‘private detective.’” Dan Heng chirped up. 

The young man bowed his head. “I’m sorry for the deceit.” He looked genuinely apologetic. 

“Are you a familiar?” Dan Feng frowned at the boy.

Yanqing started. “O-Oh no- I’m not one. I just work for Master Jing Yuan.” He tried to appear as professional as he could, but Yingxing could see he was clearly a little nervous. 

“I see. Well, we’re ready to meet him.” Dan Feng crossed his arms across his chest. His expression still mirrored the look Yingxing remembered him by: Pride. 

The blonde bowed his head again and hurried to open the door. The woman behind them stayed put by the elevator, offering a little curt smile before they were ushered past the double doors in front of them and into a fairly vast office space. Yanqing led the way past a few rooms before opening another set of double doors that opened up into a rectangular office. Large and overlooking the city below them with tinted windows. The room was slightly raised, giving a somewhat…theater-like appearance to the space. A large wooden desk at the top of the upper platform looking down at the group. 

Yingxing’s eyes were caught by an old bow sitting on a hook in a glass case. A very familiar bow he knew well. He turned his gaze back to Dan Feng and Dan Heng who were both looking equally muted. A man with feather grey hair stood behind the wooden desk, his hands behind his back as he turned his attention to them. He offered a good-natured smile as a Pink-haired woman stood grumpily to his side. 

“Evening, It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you two in the flesh…and, your lovely friend?”

“Dan Heng.” Dan Heng responded. Yingxing was surprised by how calm he sounded. Dan Heng clearly took stressful situations differently.

“It’s lovely to meet you. You’ve met Yanqing- I apologize for making you nervous if we did. I only sent him to ensure none of the Darkener auditors weren’t investigating you. O-Oh, where are my manners?” Jing Yuan stepped around the desk and made his way to the group, extending a hand to Dan Heng. “I’m Jing Yuan.” 

Dan Feng gave Jing Yuan something rather venomous look as he got closer. Jing Yuan was easily Yingxing’s height. Though they both had white hair— that’s where the similarities ended. Jing Yuan had a casual sort of grace that Yingxing could only ever describe as a lion. 

Dan Heng shook the man’s hand after a second of hesitation. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

Jing Yuan then looked between Dan Feng and Yingxing. “I caught you three at a good time. Times are…Odd to say the least. I’d like to extend another olive branch, if you’ll let me.” 

“Why now?” Dan Feng interjected rather sharply. 

The pink-haired woman spoke up, she had followed Jing Yuan down without much word. “We’ve always kept tabs on you, don’t act like this isn’t something Jing Yuan has actively pursued for years. You’ve just been too stubborn to acknowledge it.” 

Jing Yuan chuckled, he looked back to Dan Heng and gestured to the woman. “This is my council and Diviner, Fu Xuan— She is a witch.”

Dan Heng nodded. “I see…Diviner, she sees the future?”

Fu Xuan tutted. “To put it in layman's terms, yes…to an extent.” 

Dan Feng’s eyes narrowed into slits, as if he was sizing something up between Jing Yuan and Fu Xuan. Yingxing took a hold of Dan Feng’s bony wrist, squeezing somewhat as if this would comfort his wife. 

“A-anyway, let's all sit down and discuss. Yanqing, you’re free to leave now.” Jing Yuan nodded to the young man and he immediately left the room, suddenly assuming a seriousness that he previously lacked. Jing Yuan gestured forwards to the corner of the room that housed a L-shaped satin couch and a long coffee table. 

They all sat down, Dan Heng and Dan Feng opting to sit on either side of Yingxing. Cold, and warm— It was a nice feeling for Yingxing who was biting his tongue. He had a lot of things to say to Jing Yuan. Especially now that he had caught a glimpse of Baiheng’s bow… All those weapons were lost, and somehow he still had hers. 

“San is getting tea right now.” Jing Yuan smiled lightly as he crossed his legs and Fu Xuan sat stiffly next to the man. “Again, thank you for coming. I’m glad you’re willing to hear us out.”

Dan Feng let out a sound through his nose. “I hope you know I’m only doing this because of how you decided to stalk Dan Heng here.” He jutted a sharp nail in the direction of Dan Heng who was seated against the cushions of the couch, looking calm as a lake.

“We didn’t mean to, I swear. But I felt this was the only way I could get you to listen and check on the situation.” Jing Yuan’s eyes flicked in the direction of Dan Heng.

Yingxing finally spoke. “How did you know about him?”

Fu Xuan scoffed. “You hardly made it subtle. We’ve known where you’ve worked for years. It only takes one visit to see someone who looks just like Dan Feng stroll in the sun. I swear— when the council said you were exiled for dark magic— I thought it was worse…but— well.” Her bright eyes burrowed into Dan Heng.

“It’s true. My act of attempting to split my soul did create Dan Heng. Though at great cost to my own body. It was only fair considering the council did nothing to the doctor who made me a vampire against my will, did they ever answer for the vampire lord who so graciously donated his blood for the transfusion?” Dan Feng pressed a hand to his chest, his brows furrowing indignantly.

“Look, we know they messed up there. We won’t deny that. That’s why we operate how we do.”  Jing Yuan leaned forward, looking serious. “Dan Feng, I’ve never wanted anything to go the way it did.” 

If ice could be converted into a being, the look upon Dan Feng’s face would perfectly personify it. “And yet, you stood there and did nothing.”

Fu Xuan pointed an accusatory finger at Dan Feng. “Don’t you dare say that. You know just how much we risk should the full force of the council be leveraged!”

Jing Yuan raised a hand. “Stop, stop— Let’s put aside these squabbles, this is not a good impression on Dan Heng.”

“You don’t need to speak to me like I’m witless. I understand the stakes here, even if I’ve only known about this world and what I am for a few weeks now.” Dan Heng frowned deeply. His tone was even– calmer than Dan Feng who was now puffing up like an angry cat.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.” Jing Yuan looked down at his lap. “Please understand where Fu Xuan and I come from.” 

“Tell us then.” Yingxing leaned back into the couch. 

At that moment the young woman from earlier entered the room and set down a tray. Two small brandy glasses, a tea set and a little metal tin of cookies. The group remained silent besides thanks as the assistant busied herself with distributing the tea and glasses. When she left, they resumed— Jing Yuan setting the brandy glasses in front of himself and Dan Feng before getting up and opening a cabinet. 

Yingxing knew what he was doing and turned to look at Fu Xuan. “As you were saying?”

The petite woman looked to Jing Yuan who was now returning to the table with a tall metal bottle. He sat down and poured a generous helping of a deep crimson liquid into both Dan Feng’s and his own brandy glasses. Fu Xuan returned to speaking. “Something has happened, you didn’t hear—did you?” 

Yingxing and Dan Feng shook their heads. They purposely kept out of darkener affairs unless he needed help from Elio and his group.

Jing Yuan raised his glass to his lips before setting it back down on the table. “Someone attacked a blood bank. A doctor and guard dead—drained of their blood. Everything in the bank was stolen and there’s not a single clue who it is— but the council is up in arms, they’re looking for a head, and someone to blame.” 

Yingxing’s eyes widened. He bet the council had kept this under wraps. The incident being combed over and dressed as a petty human crime. They had their hands in the police already.

Dan Feng also had the brandy glass to his nose, seemingly sizing up the liquid in the glass. “And they’re going to try and pin it on me, aren’t they?” 

Jing Yuan pursed his lips. “I didn’t say that, but it’s possible. They know you’ve been in the area. And we’ve heard whispers, They're still scared of you.”

Dan Feng was now taking a sip of the crimson liquid. “Strange, they fear me. You’d think they would be more welcoming to me then.” Dan Heng, from the other side of Yingxing was staring at Dan Feng.

“You’d think.” Fu Xuan sighed. 

“Anyway, I’m not sure if they know about Dan Heng, but if they do find out about him they’re going to immediately think you’re responsible.” Jing Yuan frowned into his glass of blood.

Yingxing frowned, he sat up. “Why? We haven’t done anything beyond what we’ve done for years.”

Fu Xuan interjected. “They must have thought you failed all those years ago at creating a vessel…and they know using dark magic requires a lot of blood and power. If they find out about Dan Heng they’ll think you did it again, and succeeded. They want a scapegoat— someone needs to answer for the crime.” 

“So they’ll just pin it on me and walk away?” Dan Feng looked irate. 

“We…We don’t know, but you need to be careful— that is why we’re here. We know well that you would not do this. We’ve fought together, worked together. We can work this out again.”  Jing Yuan looked genuine as usual. Yingxing rubbed at his head.

“What if I spoke to the council?” Dan Heng spoke up, causing the group to immediately snap in his direction, shock all upon their faces.

“No— Dan Heng you cannot.” Yingxing immediately placed his hand on Dan Heng’s shoulder. “They’ll just see you as a product of a dark ritual. They won’t even see you as human.”

“What will prove it to them?” Dan Heng didn’t pull away from Yingxing, but he did stiffen, his expression determined.

“Finding out the real culprit.” Fu Xuan grumbled. 

They all went silent again before Jing Yuan spoke up again. “I have been looking into it, but everything has led to dead ends. We are just as stumped as the council.”

“What about Elio and Kafka?” Yingxing added. 

Fu Xuan looked wary and Jing Yuan managed a small smile. “I’ve asked, but gotten no response. I think Elio has asked Kafka not to get involved. They’re already treading thin with their connections.”

“And the council doesn’t point fingers at them?” Dan Feng rubbed his cheek, setting the glass onto the table.

“Clearly not. I think it’s fair to say they have also asked Elio for his expertise or they wouldn’t be looking in Dan Feng’s direction.” Jing Yuan bowed his head.

“The incompetence baffles me.” Dan Feng added. “What a sorry excuse for Darkeners.”

Jing Yuan grimaced. “I believe they know this, but you know their control is more powerful across the sea. What power they have here is still—enough, but they’re being beaten down by the upper echelons to bring somebody in before it happens again.” 

“So, what do you propose we do in the meantime?” Yingxing was at the edge of anger now. None of this made sense. He felt as if Jing Yuan was still holding some information back.

“Let us be united like we once were. Strength in numbers as they once said.” Jing Yuan smiled warmly, though the effect wasn’t as good considering he did it over a glass of crimson.

Fu Xuan let out another sigh. “And to be frank. If we play our cards here right…well, maybe we can fix some of the problems that have been causing our downfall for ages.” 

Dan Heng leaned into Yingxing as if he wanted to whisper something into his ear. Yingxing blinked over at the man before he turned his head back away.

“What do you say?” Jing Yuan looked at Dan Feng. “We can provide some protection, and you can provide some of your insight. You know things many don’t…If you offer some of your knowledge, perhaps we can do some change that the council fails to do themselves.” 

Dan Feng stared daggers at Jing Yuan before, finally ,deflating. “What do you think, Yingxing— Dan Heng?” 

Yingxing was surprised Dan Feng didn’t tell Jing Yuan to go to hell like he had done in the past. “Well…” Yingxing had his reservations. He looked back at the bow on display. “I think we can come to an agreement on working like we once did.” 

Dan Heng nodded slowly. “I think so too.”

Jing Yuan now turned his attention to Dan Heng. “You are a remarkable man. I knew you were— well I knew you were Dan Feng, but now I’m meeting you in person. You’re not afraid of us?”

Yingxing frowned at Jing Yuan, he didn’t like how he was speaking to Dan Heng, but before he could interject Dan Heng had spoken plainly: “I’m afraid. I’m scared every day of my life. But I’m past the point of return now. I’m not strong, but I can still do something to protect those I love, and make the change I’ve always wanted in my life.” He looked down at his lap, adjusting his glasses. “I thought about walking away, but I knew in my gut that my life meant something deeper than that.”

Yingxing frowned. “Dan Heng…” The guilt, Dan Heng wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Dan Feng, the pressure of death without him. Dan Heng had no choice. It was either come back to Dan Feng or die.

“Dan Heng is here because of me. I created him, and it’s my power that keeps him alive. He has grown past the age that I was when I became a vampire and thus the part of my soul that is in his body has had a hard time adjusting. I lend him my strength so that he can continue past that…and I’d like him to live the life I was not able to.” Dan Feng’s tone was soft but still held the pride that he was so well known for. When he went silent he quickly picked up his glass and drained the contents. “They are right. I could have stolen more blood, gotten stronger so I could keep Dan Heng alive— but Yingxing and I are tired, and I need help researching Dan Heng’s body and capabilities.” 

Fu Xuan and Jing Yuan stared at them. Yingxing was in shock. He knew his wife— doubted him sometimes. Dan Feng could be spiteful, reclusive. That aforementioned pride was what kept them together for so long, and yet– here he was, being honest. 

Meager blood stipends, Dan Feng teetering on madness when they were low…Yingxing was tired. Dan Heng had been the sunlight in a rather dark world that they had unknowingly grown accustomed to.

“I understand.” Jing Yuan sat up. “I promise I can help. We have access to blood. Not a bloodbanks worth, but more than…” He stopped himself. “Well more blood than animals can provide. Did you like it?” Jing Yuan jutted a finger to Dan Feng’s glass.

“It was sufficient.” Dan Feng rescinded as he had returned to being broody. 

“I’m glad, and I have an alchemist who is in my employ now who I think can help. So…with all these open hearts tonight, how about we shake on things?”

Dan Heng gripped Yingxing’s thigh. “Before we do that— Can I ask you something, Jing Yuan?” 

The man blinked in Dan Heng’s direction, golden eyes  narrowing kindly. “Of course.”

“How did you meet Yingxing and Dan Feng?” Stormy blue eyes seemed to be sizing the large vampire up.

“Mm, My master, Jingliu. She introduced me to Yingxing and Dan Feng. That was many years ago—when there was war between the Vampires and the Lycans. A lot of us didn’t have much of a choice but to join, hence Dan Feng being accepted into the ranks. They called us the High Cloud Quintet.” Jing Yuan seemed to switch into a bemused state, His gentle gaze lingering towards a large painting of a night sky on the wall. 

Fu Xuan and Dan Feng seemed to groan embarrassedly. Yingxing didn’t, he also reflected on those days. But not with joy. Too many friends died during those days. Baiheng had died, and time was repeating itself. 

Jing Yuan seemed to come out of his nostalgia. “But war is fickle, and rarely has positive outcomes for most."

“I see.” Dan Heng replied with a stiff nod. “Jingliu, Jing Yuan, Yingxing and Dan Feng, who was the last?” 

“Baiheng, our good friend.  She perished…And things were said that should not have been said after her passing. The regret and guilt drove us all in different directions. Especially my master Jingliu.”

Dan Feng rubbed his cheek. “When was the last time you’ve seen her?” 

Jing Yuan. “You’re not suspecting her, are you?”

“No. No—I just mean, when has anyone seen her last?” Dan Feng waved a hand.

“I saw her about ten years ago. We were back in Lufou.” 

Dan Feng pursed his lips. “What if we did suspect her?” 

Jing Yuan shook his head. “My master may be many things, but she wouldn’t do this. She has her own means of getting blood and power. This is someone else, multiple people.” 

Dan Feng grumbled. “But they suspect me and by proxy, Yingxing?” 

“Funny, right? Like I said…they’re desperate, if my sources are correct.  Jingliu has not been active in the area for a while. Perhaps they have enough knowledge to think she is not in Penacony right now…which they are right. Nobody has seen her, not even Elio.” 

Yingxing sighed through his nose. “If Elio doesn’t know where she is, that’s enough for me.”

Fu Xuan spoke up again. “And that’s where you come in, Yingxing.” 

Yingxing started, blinking over at the petite woman. “What?”

“Elio likes you, Kafka practically fawns over you. We need someone to persuade them to help us here…And if my foresight is any good, I’d say you and Dan Heng are key to helping in that regard.” 

Yingxing shook his head. “I don’t know. I owe a lot already to Kafka, I doubt I can keep bleeding them for all the help they have offered Dan Feng and I over the years. It’s because of her the Council has never been able to find our home…and you too.” 

“I figured as much.” Fu Xuan stated simply. “Elio's and Kafka's magic is admittedly very complicated…and that is why I need Kafka. Elio will give us what he wants, when he wants, but we need as many people as we can if we want to fix things.”

“Do you plan on overthrowing the council?” Dan Heng asked. 

“If we have to.” Jing Yuan admitted as he tented his fingers.

“Other than that…What do we need to do?”  Yingxing sighed.

“Stay low.” Fu Xuan gave the three of them a stern look. “My magic can provide some additional protections, but if the council starts asking around, so will their people…and I’m sure they already have someone poking around Yingxing’s place of work.” 

“Then do you think they do know about Dan Heng?” Dan Feng recrossed his legs, his expression still serious.

“I don’t know, I am looking to get more information from a person who is close to the council, we cannot trust anyone on it though.”

They all nodded. Yingxing agreed. He always hated the council, ever since they had sent assassins to Dan Feng 200 years ago, had exiled Dan Feng— then begged him to return and fight for them. Pointing the finger at Dan Feng when dark magic had been discussed after Baiheng…

Jingliu was an easy scapegoat, but so was Dan Feng— Dan Feng was too convenient. He fit the fantasy that the council had created around him.

A dragon-born vampire, destined to hold great power. Evil and scheming, eager to preserve his life and spread his empire. 

They were scared of him, just like they feared whispering Jingliu’s name. 

Fear was no way to live as a vampire, Yingxing thought it was such a pity. To think those who were immortal would pout and grovel over petty squabbles when they could easily seize the night. 

“What can I do to help?” Dan Heng spoke up.

Yingxing wanted to kiss Dan Heng, even in the face of such uncertainties and horror, he was still willing to lend himself.

Jing Yuan must have thought the same thing, for a tender look crossed his face that made Yingxing’s heart drop with spite. “Dan Heng, dear— you needn’t do anything. We’re all here to ensure you’re safe. I ask that you continue doing what you do.” 

Dan Heng frowned. “I don’t want to do that.”  His grip on Yingxing’s thigh tightened. 

“We can discuss things.” Yingxing spoke up. His expression was no longer kind, his lilac-blue eyes bored into Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan was quick to catch the drift. He let out a simple laugh. “Certainly—yes, We have much to discuss.” 

Dan Feng had once reached a point where nothing mattered, where he was set on going mad and taking Yingxing with him.

But he knew none of them deserved that. Especially now that Dan Heng was in their life. The joy of learning his ritual had actually worked was amazing, he was set on consuming Dan Heng and regaining his full power but each passing day made him regret having those thoughts.

He had a lot of strange thoughts.

But now? Now things were different and Dan Heng was taking things much more maturely than himself. The cowardly council would be so…eager to pinning the blame on him and Yingxing. They knew well that the crimes at the blood bank was a high offence, especially when their society worked so hard in maintaining a separation between human and darkener society. 

Humans would think: “What sort of monsters will break into a bloodbank? Steal all the blood and kill two people?” 

“Well…monsters.” 

Simple, yet horrible response laden in rotten layers of contrived muck.

Perhaps it was wrong to drag Dan Heng into this mess. They should have observed him from a distance, but it was too late for that now.

He was in that muck, and Dan Feng was dragging him down further into it.

They all sat inside Yingxing’s truck in silence. The meeting had concluded and they were all still trying to wrap their heads around the situation. Dan Feng, of course, remained silent for the time being. 

“I’m sorry.” Dan Heng finally said after a group of motorcycles passed their parking space along the side of the road.

Yingxing started, turning to Dan Heng who was seated in the back seat. “Why are you apologizing?"

“Perhaps I should have handled things a little more sternly. Perhaps if I was someone like Fu Xuan I could help. This council seems…horrible.” Dan Heng crossed his arms across his chest.

“They are. Perhaps there was a time when they did run things better, but after so many incidents and close calls they have become cowardly and reclusive. Hoarding the little that they can get to preserve their power.” Yingxing sighed.

“What is the worst they can do? Please be honest.” Dan Heng responded simply.

Dan Feng spoke up for this. “Send threats, Demon Hunters and more. My concern is that they’ll see you as just a vessel and attempt to destroy you. That is the worst they will and can do. Fu Xuan’s magic is enough for now. It will guise your bond to me in public. But I think it might be safe to stay at our place until we can figure out the true culprits behind the blood bank.”

“Dan Feng is right. It’s only a matter of time before they strike again and more people get killed.” Yingxing sighed.

“Can…I ask another question?” Dan Heng moved in his seat. 

“Yes.” Yingxing responded immediately.

“Were you being honest with me when you said you only drink animal blood right now?” 

Yingxing and Dan Feng went silent for a long moment. Finally, Dan Feng spoke up. He knew he’d need to be honest about this eventually. Dan Heng would see it in his memories eventually.

“No. I have been feeding off the blood of criminals for years. Some we drain their blood, some we only take a bit. Yingxing has been my hunter, for without human blood I will go insane…As I said before— Animal blood can quench my thirst for a little bit, but it’s like a slow dose of poison, eventually my body will begin to grow used to it and it will no longer have any effect.”

Dan Heng didn’t respond immediately, and Yingxing’s shocked face might have implied the younger man would jump out of the vehicle and run for the hills. “I see. I…guessed as much. I saw the box of supplies Yingxing had put aside at work. Jars, tubing, tarps and bleach.”

Yingxing looked dumbfounded. “You knew?” 

Dan Heng brought a hand to his mouth. “It wasn’t subtle. You know I want to be a writer. I suppose my mind has always jumped to crazy conclusions for a narrative’s sake.”

Dan Feng sighed deeply. “You are much braver than I’d ever be. Are you insane, perhaps?” 

Dan Heng and Yingxing both blinked in the vampire’s direction. “No. I just…understand what it’s like in this world. To want to keep living. I cannot say I approve of your methods but I’d like to think you only did it because you had to.” 

A soft snort left Dan Feng’s nose. “You’re right. The council has long cut me off from getting blood from bloodbanks. I only remove one step from their process, and that is court.” 

“Back in the day we could get a blood stipend or employ people to be donors but none of that is easy anymore. So, unfortunately some of us turn to crime. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you the whole truth, Dan Heng.”

“Do you promise to be honest with me from now on?” Dan Heng said in a firm tone.

Dan Feng stared at Dan Heng, but nodded. “I promise.” He then looked at Yingxing who nodded as well. 

“I promise.” 

Chapter Text

A starlit drink. Yingxing was never good at handling too much booze. He got flushed heavily and his bark of a laugh would always be heard around the building. So, instead he shared a single glass of rice wine with his friends.

“You’ve never been scared, Yingxing?” Baiheng leaned over the terrace, the bone porcelain cup pressed to her lips.

Yingxing blinked. Dan Feng had left to discuss things with Jingliu. “Scared about death, war? There’s a lot of things I’ve been scared about.” He let out a chirp of a laugh. After a night of battle, they were all tired. They shared in their victory for now.

“No–” She chuckled. “Are you not scared of losing Dan Heng or...him losing you?”

“Oh, that’s my worst fear.” Yingxing admitted. “But with how people talk about familiars, I’m sure I’ll be gone in a few years, when my bones start to creak and my eyes look tired.

Baiheng hummed, her bright green eyes sizing Yingxing up. “You’re so funny, Yingxing. How long have you two been together, twenty years now?” 

Yingxing nodded. “I thought this was short in comparison.” 

She returned a nod. “Well, most don’t keep their familiars past thirty or so years. It’s the age thing. Humans and immortals tend not to mix for very long. It’s just a sad fact of life.” 

Yingxing looked down at his glass of liquor, it felt bitter now. He knew Dan Feng would need to be rid of him at some point. “Well, when he does release me, I suppose I’ll still know I had an amazing trip.” 

A bright look spread across Baiheng’s face. “That’s the attitude I love about you, Never a dull day with you two—”  Baheng was cut-off. Jingliu had reappeared, her face content as she moved to her lover. Baiheng offered a smile to the tall, silvery-haired woman. “What did you two discuss? Nightwalker things?” 

A small smile crossed Jingliu’s cold lips. “No. I have been summoned to fetch you, actually. The arbiter is here and he’s looking for your assistance on a mission.”

Baiheng looked between Jingliu and Yingxing. “Can I have a few moments with Yingxing before that?”

Jingliu nodded. “I’ll be waiting outside the door, let’s not keep him waiting.” The woman gave Yingxing a respectful nod before walking back inside.

“Sorry, I forgot to ask you earlier, but can you make a tweak to my bow? I think I’d like a grip more like the one I used to have on my old bow—if that’s possible?” She rubbed her cheek, looking just slightly embarrassed. “I should have told you when I tested it out the other day.”

“I’ll work on it immediately, Did you leave it in the armory?” Yingxing listed his head to the side. He wasn’t offended, he wanted his peers to have only the best from his work.

She returned a nod, throwing her periwinkle hair off her shoulder. “I appreciate it. You’re the best weaponsmith I’ve ever seen— I hope I have time to pick it back up before they send me on this mission.”

“I’ll go work on it now. I’d hate to see you enter into battle with a weapon that isn’t mine.” Yingxing gave her a smirk.

“I’d hate going into a battle without something made by you. Still envious of that blade you made for Jingliu.” She began making her way out of the room. “Drinks here next weekend?” 

Yingxing nodded. “I’ll drag Dan Feng out too.” 

A dazzling smile crossed her face. “That’s a promise? I want to test his hand in a new magic trick the alchemist showed me.” 

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled about that.” Yingxing set his glass on the table, stretching as he got up to follow Baheng back into the building. They could share drinks later– now he had a task to do.

It was a shame really—

That Baiheng never got a chance to pick her bow back up– the guilt that Yingxing had felt, if only he had finished his work a little sooner, perhaps she would have had a better means of protecting herself on that mission.

He never forgave himself for that. Nor did he forgive the vampire lords for sending Baiheng to her doom, knowing how much of a folly those battles were. Peace would be obtained only years later when the corrupt werewolf leaders were ousted and they were brought into the Darkener alliance. 

Things barely changed, humans were the ones that changed the most.

Two hundred years later and Yingxing was still here, still with Dan Feng. 

A few weeks had passed since the meeting with Jing Yuan and his small crew. Fu Xuan had come to the hardware store to apply some of her magic to the place. Mostly wards to guise Dan Heng’s bond to Dan Feng and Yingxing and also to instruct Dan Heng on a few things.

Dan Heng wasn’t sure if he liked her. She was stern, serious and didn’t like being spoken to in a certain way. But despite that she didn’t have a single ill intent in her motions. She was certainly out of place at the hardware store, that was for sure. Dressed in a black and magenta two-piece dress suit and pretty black heels with ballet straps. Dan Heng hadn’t realized quite how short she was until she was pressing a talisman to his chest. 

Yingxing was leaning against the counter, watching the two of them. His expression remained concerned. He had been oddly quiet since the meeting. Dan Feng had said he had been reminded of something he rather not talk about.

Dan Heng only felt disappointment. He thought they would be honest with each other, but now he felt Yingxing was becoming reserved.

“Are you listening?” Fu Xuan had snapped her fingers and Dan Heng blinked out of his thoughts. 

“Sorry.” He said immediately, looking down at her as she pulled her painted fingers away from his chest. 

“No, it’s fine. I’ll be back to re-apply the wards in a week and check up on things. If you need anything, Yanqing will be your call.” She removed a silk handkerchief from her pocket and looked around the hardware store before her eyes were drawn to Yingxing.“Yingxing.” She said immediately.

“Yes?” He responded, his lilac eyes wandering in the direction of the woman.

“Has Elio responded back to you?”

The man shook his head. “No response. Which I know may be intentional. Kafka did reach out to me a while back about a job I asked her about.”

Fu Xuan sniffed. “I thought you weren’t working for them anymore?”

Yingxing seemed to catch himself. “I’m not, but —- Well I did some favors for Kafka in the past so I can buy something back.” 

Fu Xuan looked unconvinced, and neither did Dan Heng. 

Dan Heng then felt a small pang of guilt in his gut. He hadn’t been honest with Yingxing either— Honesty was a two-way street and the culprit being the pregnancy test he had shoved at the bottom of his backpack in the back.

“Well, Again– Remember what Jing Yuan and I said. You’re key to getting them to cooperate with us, so do what you can. We’re monitoring the situation closely but we have no idea what and when the hammer will fall. We -need- their knowledge.” 

“I know. I understand.” Yingxing held up his hands.

Fu Xuan then turned her attention to Dan Heng. “Now, Lingsha’s clinic is across town. Do you have the appointment card?” 

Dan Heng nodded. “Yanqing brought it over. I just…go to her office and ask for her?”

Fu Xuan nodded. “Yes.” 

Dan Heng looked at Yingxing. “Can he come with me?” 

Fu Xuan shrugged. “That would be best, but If she sends Yingxing away, please obey her wishes.” 

Dan Heng nodded and Yingxing responded with a thumbs-up. 

“Alright, I’m going to head out then.” Fu Xuan turned around and made it to the door before stopping. “Have a good day.” She looked as if she was going to say more, but then she seemed against it and merely walked outside, disappearing into the afternoon.

Yingxing walked back around the counter, writing some things down into his logbook.

“Are you okay?” Dan Heng said as he made his way to the counter.

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine.” Yingxing said nonchalantly.

Dan Heng pursed his lips. “Remember when you said you’d promise to be honest with me?”

Yingxing sighed deeply, taking his glasses off his nose. “Can’t get away with anything with you, can I?” 

“No.” Dan Heng frowned. “You’ve been distant since the meeting with Jing Yuan.”

“Fair— It’s because of Baiheng.”  The man looked around the store. It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. 

“The member of the quintet that died?” Dan Heng blinked. 

“Yes.” Yingxing tapped his pen against the counter.  “Did you see the bow that was in Jing Yuan’s office?”

Dan Heng nodded. He had an odd feeling. He had noticed the look on Dan Feng and Yingxing’s face when Baiheng was mentioned. 

“Well, she was a good friend of all of ours…pretty much the glue that held us together. That was her weapon— I made it for her. Back all those years ago. Before she died, she was sent on a scouting mission to assist in retrieving some important vampire lord’s wife…Well, it was a trap and she ended up getting overrun. “ Yingxing’s face fell, he stopped clicking the pen.

Dan Heng listened quietly. “You couldn’t have known.”

“I couldn’t have…but I had been working on her bow that day— if only I had fixed it sooner I would have gotten it for her before her mission. Or maybe could have begged to go with her. She shouldn’t have gone on that mission alone.”’

“That’s not your fault.” Dan Heng responded softly. He stretched out his hand, he thought about taking Yingxing’s hand in his, but for some reason he hesitated, he wasn't good at these things.

“It was after that we…. Well, Jingliu didn’t take it well. She went for the council— Dan Feng did too. Then her body went missing and everyone looked to Dan Feng.” Yingxing rolled the pen off the table by accident. 

Dan Heng caught it. “What…What happened to the body?”

Yingxing rubbed at his head. “Nobody knows. But nothing good happens when a body goes missing and someone who had previously used dark magic is there. Dan Feng was blamed and that was our second exile.” 

“Why do they keep on blaming Dan Feng?” Dan Heng frowned deeply. Now he understood Dan Feng’s distaste for other darkeners.

Yingxing nearly growled. “Well, he didn’t start off with a good reputation. Between his bloodline, pride and…yes he did use dark magic —  and we did kill a few assassins that they sent our way the first time they burned down Dan Feng’s late husband’s home…” 

Dan Heng wondered. If Dan Feng really was that bad as they made him out to be, why would they recruit him again? “So he’s just an easy scapegoat for anytime dark magic is involved?” 

“Yes, despite all my work and all the things we had to deal with…But I’m loyal to Dan Feng and you and that’s all that matters right now. I shouldn’t be dwelling so much on the past.” Yingxing sighed and straightened up. A customer had entered the store. 

Dan Heng immediately greeted the guest before turning back to Yingxing. “Thank you for telling me, Yingxing. You shouldn’t blame yourself. Dan Feng was right, you two are tired of all this running, I’m sure.” 

Dan Heng never thought Yingxing looked old. But, for a split second as the man put his glasses back on, his expression did mirror the 200 years of living on the edge.

 “You’re too kind, Dan Heng.” A smile crossed Yingxing’s face. 

“Am I?” Dan Heng paused. “I…do have something I need to be honest with you about— but uh, maybe after work.” 

Yingxing blinked in surprise. “Are you going to keep me hanging until then?” The youth returned to Yingxing’s face.

Dan Heng went to grab the broom. “Yes, sorry.” He returned a grin before getting back to work, sweeping the front of the store before going back and helping the customer in the gardening section. When Dan Heng took his lunch he immediately snuck past Yingxing with his backpack to use the bathroom.

The bathrooms at the hardware store weren't the nicest, but they still kept them maintained. It was nice not many guests used them. He slid into a stall and hooked his backpack on the door he then dug into the pockets for the test. 

He knew when he had been late for his period he had messed up. He had waited to take the contraceptive pills until it was far too late. Dan Heng was now beating himself up. He could…just go to the clinic and get an abortion, it was still early enough. But he owed it to Yingxing and Dan Feng to be honest with them— especially after he begged them to be honest with him.

Dan Heng skimmed the instructions. He had never used one of these of course. He took a deep breath before doing what he needed to do. The air in the bathroom smelled like the fake air sanitizer they used. A lavender scent that was more akin to the drugstore deodorant— Someone had written something on the back of the stall door, but it had been buffed out by what was probably an abrasive cleaner. 

All he could do now was stare at the test and wait for the markers to change.

I I

 Dan Heng’s fingers shook. He knew it. He knew, and yet he still insisted on delaying things. He reached for the toilet paper, cleaning himself up and then wrapping the test up in copious amounts of toilet paper as well. He shoved it back into his backpack and went to wash his hands. 

He left the bathroom, returning to the breakroom, thanking his luck that Yingxing seemed to not be at the register. Dan Heng was always an honest person, when asked he usually responded with as much as he was willing to divulge. So why? Why was he refusing to be honest with Dan Feng and Yingxing?

Perhaps it was fear. He didn’t know if the two of them would approve. Nor was Dan Heng even sure about keeping the baby. What if Yingxing got angry? The two of them were struggling enough. The last thing they needed was a baby in this world, especially with the looming doom over their head.

Dan Heng felt incredibly irresponsible in that moment as he shoved his backpack back into his locker and sat down at the table. He had asked Fu Xuan if working was advised and she said with her wards would help and Dan Heng should use a nickname at work.

Yuu It was for now. He hated being called ‘Dan’ or ‘Daniel’. When he started going to university in Penacony many of his classmates would accidentally call him that or purposely call him anything besides his name. He rested his head on the cool wood of the table. It smelled a little like onion rings back here. Caelus must have heated up his lunch at some point. 

Dan Heng opted for reading. Scrolling through blogs upon medical journals and more and more. He thought about going to the book store. But Qingque knew Yingxing well— and Dan Heng now  too since they have gone there a few times since Dan Heng had started living at their house.

Maybe he’d order the books and take them to his apartment— which reminded him, he needed to move the rest of his stuff out of his apartment. They had been slowly doing it with Yingxing’s truck until Dan Heng’s lease ended. It would only be another month now and Dan Heng would be done with the apartment.

He scrolled down another blog. Best foods to eat when pregnant, what sort of work he could do. A physical book would definitely make him feel a little better about all this research that had nothing to do with his thesis.

Speaking of his thesis, he was very near finished with it, he just needed one more peer review and to present his final project to his processor. So much work, and he was so close now. He blinked down at his phone— a text message. 

DF🐉: Do you think you two can pick a few things up from the store after work? 

 

DF🐉: I’m baking again.

 

DH🍁: Sure. What do you need?

 

DF🐉: 

            

          list

 

• Baker’s chocolate or that good quality bar chocolate
• Matcha powder 
• Heavy cream 
• Vanilla 
• Confectioners sugar 
• eggs
• condoms

DF🐉: sorry about that last one, I realized the ones we had were a little older

 

DF🐉: Dont want to risk them being expired or something

 

DH🍁: Alright.

 

DH🍁: I’ll let Yingxing know.

 

DH🍁: Want me to call you when we get to the store just in case you forgot something?

 

DF🐉: Sure. That’s all I think I need. I want to make a chocolate cake with matcha whip cream. Too bad I cannot eat it because that actually sounds good. 

 

DH🍁: I’ll eat it no matter what.

 

DF🐉: You and Yingxing are my guinea pigs for my newfound love of baking.😺

 

DH🍁: I’ll call you later then.

Dan Heng got up, His break was nearly up. He figured he’d take his time and walk the store before returning to his place at the register. He made sure his apron was off so he could freely walk without customer interruption, lingering in the gardening section. He loved Yingxing’s and Dan Feng’s garden. He wanted to start gardening himself now, and express his love for butterfly gardens– in fact he wanted to take Yingxing or Dan Feng to the botanical garden outside of the city…but again, he needed to think about Dan Feng.

He hesitated on a bag of varied wildflower seeds. He grabbed the package and took it to the counter where Yingxing was currently ringing out a customer, talking charismatically as he usually did.

“Yeah, yeah– Please, these are my favorite toolsets, I've been buying them for twenty years.” Yingxing began bagging the drillset. His eyes met Dan Heng’s and he offered a smile.

The customer tutted. “Need more men like you out there, I don’t think many young men can even pick up a power drill. My grandson, for example! I asked him to hang some paintings in my house and he had no idea- that’s why I’m getting him these for his birthday.” 

“Do I look that young, M’am?”  Yingxing chuckled.

“Not a day over twenty-five in my eyes, though I do need a new pair of glasses.” She returned a laugh.   

Yingxing let out another chuckle. “Well, that makes me feel better about my age, M’am— Your receipt is in the bag. I hope you have a good rest of your day.” 

The old woman nodded and waved her hand. “Oh, I will. Thank you!” She hobbled out of the store.

Dan Heng walked up to the counter and placed the pack of seeds on the counter. “Mm, is she seeing the same person?”

Yingxing raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“To my eyes, not a day over thirty– maybe.”  Dan Heng jested, he wasn’t good as quips but found it much easier when in the presence of his friends.

“Got me there. I probably stopped really aging when Dan Feng formed a soul-link with me and started feeding me his power. Granted, it didn’t stop my hair from changing color.” Yingxing took the packet of seeds.

Dan Heng blinked. “You used to have…indigo hair, right?” 

Yingxing nodded as he read the back of the seed packet. “What do you think you’d prefer?”

“I like your white hair.”  Dan Heng said firmly. 

“Good, because I don’t think I can go back unless I invest in some hair dye.” Yingxing chortled. “I’ll put this aside for you. Put it on the books.” 

Dan Heng blinked. “I wanted to buy it.” 

“Your money is no good here, it’s not very expensive anyway. I’ll just write it down as a broken package.” Yingxing waved his hand.

Dan Heng immediately furrowed his brow. “That’s still theft, Yingxing.” He removed the money from his wallet, he had calculated the exact change with tax. “Take it.” 

Yingxing didn’t seem to like being scolded by him, The older man immediately scanned the back of the package and read out Dan Heng total. 

“I take it you’re still going to hold that conversation after work?” Yingxing blinked as he handed Dan Heng the seeds with his receipt.

“Yes— Oh, I forgot to mention. Dan Feng wants us to go grocery shopping after work…so maybe after that.” 

Yingxing nodded, but looked a little disappointed. “Okay. That’s no problem. Can’t wait to see what he’s baking up.”

“He said chocolate cake with matcha green tea cream.” Dan Heng tucked the seed package into his pocket.

“Fresh cream, for real? That sounds amazing.” Yingxing tucked his hand in his pocket. “Well, we’ll go to the nice grocery store then.” 

Dan Heng frowned slightly. “Think we can afford that?” 

“Ah, it’ll be fine. It’s just a little bit extra, plus I want to buy something nice to celebrate like our friends once did.” Yingxing returned an encouraging grin.

“Oh, what’s that?” Dan Heng asked lightly as he walked around the counter, putting the apron back on as he did.

“It’s a surprise! Really it’s nothing too special, but I thought you’d like a little history lesson when we share it.” Yingxing smiled toothily.

Dan Heng flushed a bit. Yingxing had a very lovely smile. No wonder so many people were charmed by him. No wonder Dan Feng was so charmed by him. Certainly their meeting was romantic? “Okay, I’d love to hear more about it then.”

Yingxing chuckled and went back to his duties and Dan Heng meandered off to help a customer grabbing some cans of paint from a higher shelf. They were heavy, Dan Heng had to go retrieve a stepladder to get the exactly primer the customer wanted– and he wanted four cans. 

“Are you signed up for our loyalty program?” Dan Heng asked the customer as he handed the last paint can to the man.

“Maybe, it’s been a while since I’ve been here– I really forgot about this place over the bigger store on the other side of town.” 

“Ah, that happens. Well if you’re part of the loyalty program you can get discounts on bulk orders and register as a contractor to get more bonuses. That’s most of our clients actually.”  Dan Heng tried not to sound robotic, regurgitating the typical sales pitch. He couldn’t make it sound casual like Yingxing could.

“I’ll think about it.” The customer took his goods to the front of the store and Dan Heng was left to pick the ladder up. He was half way to the place where they stowed equipment when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Strange he had not heard a single person behind him. He turned, coming face-to-face with a pretty woman. Red painted nails and kind features. Her dark chocolate colored hair was neatly cut. “Sorry to interrupt you, but I need some help.”

Dan Heng nodded. “Sure. How can I help you?” He set the stepladder down against a shelf.  

“I need some opinions– I just started getting into pickling and I want to make a sanitizer container.” She began walking, clearly guiding Dan Heng to the section she was searching.

“Ah, well, I think there’s something like that.” Dan Heng took the lead now, remembering something similar.

“Of course~ I should have thought.” She walked with Dan Heng to the aisle and he showed her a large pot as well as some metal racks that were used to safely hang bottles and clamps for grabbing the hot glass. 

“This, right?” Dan Heng said, pointing to the place on the shelf where the supplies rested.

“Yes! Thank you. You have so much in this little shop, I must have overlooked it.” She smiled kindly as she picked up the pot. “Thank you—” She paused and squinted at Dan Heng’s nametag. “Yuu, like fish?” 

Dan Heng started. He hadn’t had a customer actually call him by his new nametag yet. “Yes.” 

She paused, looking Dan Heng up and down, Dan Heng thought she may have sniffed the air. “Mandarins, rosemary…a hit of freshly cut wood and oakmoss–then a splash of the sea. A pretty fragrance. Though it doesn’t quite mask something else. I cannot place it.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before offering another grin. “Sorry, I have a very keen sense of smell.” She was clearly reacting to Dan Heng’s worried look.

“Oh– yeah, my fragrance. My boyfriend gave it to me.” Dan Heng was referring to Dan Feng. He had given Dan Heng a whole box of colognes and perfumes a week earlier. Dan Feng had a small collection as he had kept many over the years. Dan Heng still thought Yingxing’s scent was the best. 

“It suits you.” She nodded. “Sorry I should stop bothering you. Have a lovely day, and thanks for your help.” She started and waved her hand. She immediately walked back towards the front of the store, leaving Dan Heng in a weird state. 

He went back to putting up the stepladder before returning to the cash register. Dan Feng expected to see the same woman ringing up but it was just Yingxing at the register. “We have about forty-five minutes until close, mind watching things up here while I get some of the counting done in the back?” 

Dan Heng blinked. “Did a woman come up here and buy a boiler pot?” 

Yingxing looked equally confused. “No? I just rang two regulars for bulk orders so maybe I overlooked her?” 

Dan Heng pursed his lips in response before shrugging. Perhaps she had changed her mind. “Let me put something up and I’ll be right back, Yingxing.” He didn’t wait for Yingxing to respond, he walked back to the aisle he had been in with the woman and sure enough, the pot had been returned to its place on the shelf. Dan Heng was just mildly disappointed, she had decided against purchasing the item. Perhaps he had seemed rude when she was smelling him.

He walked back to the counter. “Sorry, I’m back.”

“What’s up?” Yingxing gave Dan Heng a concerned look.

“Nothing, just thought she had bought the boiler pot, but she put it back.” Dan Heng began to tidy up the cash register and Yingxing frowned.

“Well, shame, but it happens all the time. Didn’t even see her so she must have left in a hurry.” Yingxing patted Dan Heng on the cheek before heading to the back to do his paperwork.

Dan Heng was left to finish up cleaning, there was only one customer after that and Dan Heng went too close to the front of the store and when they had left Dan Heng could close. Turning off the lights and shuttering the windows. He had gotten very used to closing with Yingxing so they had a little bit of a method and Dan Heng loved to follow his little checklist on ensuring he had everything prepped for Caelus when he opened, just to make it as easy as possible. He finished by restocking the shopping bags at the front. By that time Yingxing had returned from the back. 

“Ready to head out in a minute or two?” He looked around. He knew Dan Heng always had things ready by this point.

“Mhm. Ready as I’ll ever be.” Dan Heng followed Yingxing back into the breakroom where he put his apron on the hook and took her backpack out of the locker. He tidied up the breakroom as he waited for Yingxing to finish up in the office. 

It wasn’t long after that they were on the road in Yingxing’s truck setting out for the nicer part of town where the fancier grocery store was. Dan Heng had been here once with March and Stelle. This was the place where they had the boxed shumai that Stelle said gave her the ‘pork sweats’. 

Once inside, Dan Heng felt mildly out of place. He and Yingxing in their work attire compared to some more higher class women dressed in expensive athleticware and a few salary men dressed in their business casual. They immediately went to the baking section to fetch what Dan Feng wanted and Dan Heng pressed his phone to his ear as he called the vampire at home.

“We’re at the nicer grocery store…Was there anything else you can think of that you wanted?” 

“Oh that place? Jeeze, I didn’t think you two would make the trip, but since you’re there can you pick up a jar or guava preserves? There’s cream cheese in the fridge and I can make tarts with that.”  Dan Feng sounded bored, Dan Heng could hear the television on in the background.

“Sure, anything else?” 

“Do you think they sell all-natural condoms at that store?” A jest from Dan Feng.

“N-no, but we can stop by the drug store on the way back.” 

“Yeah, that’s fine. I don’t want any mineral-oil infused rubbers anyway.” A yawn from Dan Feng. “Tell Yingxing not to buy anything extra. We have plenty of stuff here at home we can cook dinner with, plus he needs to finish the chicken katsu he made yesterday.”

Yingxing snatched the phone out of Dan Heng’s grip. He clearly heard that. “I’d love to eat that katsu if you’d be so nice to heat up the oil pan for when we get home.” 

Dan Heng could hear a grumble from Dan Feng. 

Yingxing handed the phone back to Dan Heng. “We’ll be heading back soon then. We have everything except the stuff from the produce section. So…eggs and heavy cream, oh and the guava preserve too.” 

“Good, I’ll see you two soon.” Dan Feng said his goodbyes before hanging up the phone. Dan Heng followed Yingxing who had been listening to the conversation as he compared two brands of baker’s chocolate.

“The list said good quality bar chocolate? What if I just get that nice stuff that everyone talks about?” Yingxing hummed. 

“Baker’s chocolate is 100% cacao— I think Dan Feng is going to make a more moist and fudgy cake and he’s adding sugar so the baker’s chocolate is fine– won’t be bitter. If you get the fancy bar chocolate, get something that’s dark.” 

“Yeah, super sweet isn’t my thing. Thought maybe getting the fancy stuff would be a nice thing for him.” Yingxing shrugged. He dropped the baker's chocolate in the shopping cart before they set off down the row. “He said something about guava preserves?” 

“For tarts, we still have that tub of cream cheese from when we made crab rangoons." Dan Heng crossed out things in his little notebook. He had rewritten Dan Feng’s list on his own notepad. He found it easier. 

“Ah, right.” Yingxing led the way to the produce and dairy section where they picked up a carton of eggs and the heavy cream before stopping in the jam aisle to pick up the jar of fancy guava preserves. They were approaching the check-out counter when Yingxing started. “Oh! That thing, c’mon – one more place.”

He led Dan Heng over to the alcohol section. A little corner of the store that housed copious bottles of wine and other spirits. Yingxing began to browse the section, clearly looking for one specific thing. Finally, he grabbed a rather expensive-looking bottle that was nicely wrapped in cloth and stamped with a Lufou crest. Cassia wine. Dan Heng remembered one of his foster parents would drink it on holidays. 

“Here we go. Haven’t had a bottle of this to share with anyone in a while, so— I thought, why not share it with you?” Yingxing smiled brightly as he set the bottle in the cart.

Dan Heng went silent. “Oh.” 

Yingxing blinked at Dan Heng’s reaction, clearly it wasn’t what he thought. “Is something wrong?”

“I…about drinking…That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't want to waste your money.” Dan Heng rubbed his cheek. This was embarrassing. He didn’t know what to say.

Yingxing stared down at Dan Heng. “Well, uh–” A slightly disappointed look crossed his face.

Dan Heng couldn’t handle it– He immediately caved. “I—I’m pregnant so..I can’t drink…” 

A blank look crossed Yingxing’s face for a split second before it seemed to click and all the pieces fell into place. “Pregnant?” He covered his mouth with his hand.

Dan Heng looked away. This was not the place to do this— he felt stupid now, he felt so, so irresponsible.  “Look I…I didn’t take my contraceptive when Dan Feng told me to and…”

Strong hands grabbed hold of Dan Heng’s shoulders, steering him to look into Yingxing’s face. “Dan Heng, love— This is, This is great!” He pulled Dan Heng into a strong hug. “Shit…I’m so sorry I’ve ruined your life, but I can’t help but be happy.” 

Dan Heng pulled away from the hug, his face going beet red. A woman had entered the section they were in, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Yingxing, if anything you made my life better. Even with…all of this. But I should have been honest with you two. I knew—this might happen for a bit now. Especially after I missed my period.” Dan Heng lowered his voice so that only Yingxing could hear.

Yingxing seemed to clue into this, he straightened up, his cheeks dusted with pink. “I’m so happy….but– look…” He started steering the shopping cart so the two of them could walk and talk. “I’m going to drink to this occasion but if you don’t want to keep it, that’s up to you— I won’t be disappointed if you decide to...y’know-” 

Dan Heng nodded. He felt a little relief. “I have some time to think about it. It’s still early.” 

Yingxing leaned over and kissed Dan Heng atop the head. “I love you, no matter what.” 

That was one part of the confession done, the next would be to let Dan Feng know. Dan Heng felt more nervous about telling the vampire. There was a conversation in the bathroom they had had many weeks ago. It had made Dan Heng wonder— then Dan Feng had reminded him about taking the contraceptives a few times.

Sex was just a thing they did now, once– twice a week. It all depended on if they were in the mood or not. Dan Heng wasn’t sure who had a higher sex drive between the three of them, but figured it might be himself since he started finding himself wanting to drag Yingxing off to the bedroom more often than not. 

Dan Heng took a deep intake of breath. He felt horrid, but at least Yingxing seemed fine.

By the time they made it back to the house, Dan Feng was already in the kitchen, standing by the stove where he had been reading a book and watching the oil. Dan Heng had texted him when they started driving back. 

“Good. Give me the goodies.” He shut the book and set it down on the counter. He was reading a new fiction series. A space one so it seemed. Dan Heng had forgotten which books he had brought over from his apartment and which ones he still had back there, but Dan Feng had already raided his collection.

Yingxing handed over the bag, he looked excited and Dan Heng knew why but he didn’t say a single thing to Dan Feng as the man pulled the ingredients from the paper bags. 

“Dan Feng?” Dan Heng said softly. “I uh…need to tell you something.”

“You’re pregnant.” Dan Feng responded immediately, not even looking up at Dan Heng or Yingxing.

They both looked stunned. The vampire finally looked up at the two of them with a quirk to his brow. “What?”

“How’d you know?” Dan Heng stammered. 

“I figured. Especially after I asked you the third time if you took your contraceptive and I saw the contents of the contraceptive pill box had not been opened.”

“Did you go through my backpack?” Dan Heng frowned. 

Dan Feng rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I was looking for that book I loaned you. I’m being honest.”

It was Dan Heng’s turn to be a little defensive. “You should have asked…I thought we all agreed to be transparent with each other."

“I am being transparent, just like you were with the pregnancy.” Dan Feng strolled to the counter and began setting up his baking.

“Dan Feng, You should be happy or— you should be supportive of Dan Heng.” Yingxing looked genuinely upset with his wife.

Dan Feng twirled around. “I am– Aeons damned. I am…so happy you’re pregnant Dan Heng. Honestly that’s all I ever wanted when I split my soul.” he gesticulated wildly.  “But I don’t want you to be me, I want you to do what you want to do because every day I realize even if we are the same person— you are your own being with goals and wants and — a really, really positive future. I don’t want to ruin that.” Dan Feng fumed, breathing heavily as he stopped talking.

Dan Heng went silent, Yingxing went silent. They stood there staring at the other man in the room as if lightning had struck them all dead.

Dan Feng continued. “If my magic had worked how I wanted it to work, you would have split right next to me and I could have consumed you whole to make myself human or…something closer than human. Maybe I could have had babies and lived up to my mother’s wishes of having a big and happy family. But it didn’t work that way.”

“Dan Feng…” Yingxing frowned down at Dan Feng, who was now turning back to his baking. 

Dan Heng exhaled. “I’m sorry. I should have been honest to you two like I wanted you to be honest with me. I just…wasn’t sure how you’d react and honestly I wasn’t sure about keeping it..I’m still not, really. Dan Feng...I’m sorry I didn’t mean to assume you didn’t care.”

The vampire rubbed his head. “No, don’t apologize. It’s not like I reacted how I should have. Dan Heng, please think on this especially while you still have the time. I’m not going to push you either way because it wouldn’t be right of me to do so.” Dan Feng then jabbed a pointed fingernail in Yingxing’s direction. “You too.”

Yingxing immediately puffed out his chest defensively. “I already told him something similar. I understand the stakes. It’s not fair to Dan Heng to say what he should and shouldn’t do with his body, even if it is my baby.” 

Dan Heng breathed a small sigh of relief. “Thank you, both of you.” 

It was after that that Yingxing did break out a cup of the wine for himself as he fried the leftover cutlets and Dan Feng went about baking the chocolate cake. Dan Heng finished up his final grades that he needed to submit. The tightness that he was previously feeling in his chest had gone away. He thought this would have gotten a lot worse somehow— he had even expected an argument— but now he had the support of both his loved ones.

He would indeed think upon things.