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[threedontknows]

He thinks he can do all of that. He can keep Aaron safe and provide for him. He thinks that Aaron might even have a good time in his world if properly set up for success.

"I'll start teaching you now."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Good. Then I can tell Xue Yang to fuck himself in his own words," he laughs.

But beyond that amusement, there's relief. He has a place to go. He has...everything he needs.

He will have a new life, a true fresh start.

[threedontknows]

Oh, he loves him so much. He pulls his hand away so he can throw himself into his arms again. "That would be the most attractive thing anyone has ever done."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron pulls him into a kiss.

"Let's have some fun first, then we can work," he suggests. "I haven't even shown you my bedroom yet."

[threedontknows]

“That’s right, you have a whole new bedroom now.” Nie Huaisang unlatches himself and offers Aaron his hand.

“Can you describe pounding in Xue Yang’s face for me later? That would really put me in the right mood,” he says with a soft laugh.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I'll do that now," he says, taking his hand to help him up. "Did you know what it sounds like to break someone's nose? It crunches really delightfully."

[threedontknows]

"I don't! He'd be so angry if you made his nose crooked." He's always suspected that Xue Yang was secretly very, very vain.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah," he laughs. "He'd have to go get it healed. But uh...oh, who's he fucking now?"

He grins. "You think he'll care?"

[threedontknows]

He grimaces and then leans against Aaron with a low whine. "Why'd you have to bring that up and spoil my good mood? He's fucking Song Zichen now, and I'm sure he will care because I don't think Xue Yang took out all the iron nails from his skull."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wrinkles his nose and opens the door to his little bedroom. It's small, but cozy, and the pillows are decorative and far too plentiful, but he kind of loves them all.

"Nails in his fucking skull?"

[threedontknows]

He wasn't expecting Aaron to have such a plush, precious little bedroom. He's momentarily distracted by the pile of pillows, bringing one up to his face for an experimental cheek-rub.

"Mhmm. A demonic cultivation trick for binding a fierce corpse. It makes the dead more pliant."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wrinkles his nose.

"Ew. And hands off my pillows."

[threedontknows]

"No." He holds the pillow tighter and flops back onto the bed. "My pillow now. And yes, it's really gross! Demonic cultivation is really gross."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"So is fucking a guy you stuck nails in," he laughs and takes another pillow to lightly hit Huaisang on the top of his head.

[threedontknows]

"He cut out his tongue too," Huaisang gripes. "But if that's what he wants to do, I guess that's his choice."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"What? Did he not like the way his voice sounded?" he grumbles.

[threedontknows]

"It's like a..." Oh, he's heard a term that fits this...something left behind by thieves --

"A calling card! That's it. A calling card."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He groans and flops back on the bed. "Ugh, that's even worse. He's a serial killer, then?"

[threedontknows]

He nods. From what he understands of serial killers, Xue Yang might be the worst -- or the best at that particular hobby.

"When he got into demonic cultivation he started obsessing about bringing his victims back to life."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Why?" he laughs. "That's fucking stupid. He killed them for a reason, didn't he?"

[threedontknows]

“Sure there is a— he’s an angry, insane man who didn’t get enough love as a child, that’s the reason.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron giggles a little. "Well, we're not all terrible! Us - angry, insane men who didn't get enough love as children," he tells him.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang turns onto his side and grabs Aaron by the shirt, yanking him forward and kissing him slowly. "But you're brilliant. He's stupid."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He wraps his arms around him and then yanks the pillow from his hands. "You're biased."

[threedontknows]

He yelps and automatically starts to scramble to get his pillow back.

Yes, yes he is biased.