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Jiang Cheng woke the moment a person leapt onto him. He thrashed instinctively, terrified and alert as he tried to get away, but with the element of surprise and a dark room to hide within, the attacker pinned Jiang Cheng down in seconds.
"Help! Liu Qing—"
A palm cut off his call for his bodyguard, and Jiang Cheng yelled as heat and sweat clamped over his face. When tossing his head to and fro didn’t work, he switched his tactic to teeth instead; a second of victory felt at the blood filling in his mouth until it was clear that that hadn’t worked either, and suddenly the taste of iron and salt was repulsive.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
His legs kicked uselessly, struggling in the sheets. Unable to grab onto anything, he could only writhe as his assailant settled atop him, a terribly feverish breath ghosting over his naked throat.
"Get off! Get off! Get off!” but Jiang Cheng's cries were lost to the large palm suffocating his airways. Before he could pass out, however, a heavy crash! on the nightstand sounded in his ears, then something stretchy and musky was shoved past his jaw.
No. NO!
Jiang Cheng's struggles were in vain when the man—because who else could it be other than a man—yanked at the collar of his shirt, the single layer of his pyjamas ripping open to expose his bare chest, and flipped Jiang Cheng over to wrench his arms behind his back, wrists bound by the rags into a crude form of restraints.
"Mmmm! Mmmmph!"
Jiang Cheng screamed into the gag. His hands fumbled to undo the fabric, but his panic was fatal, and he only knew how to flail about, useless and noisy like a stuck pig.
A heavy hand shoved his face into the pillow. For a split second, Jiang Cheng thought this was how he was going to die—suffocated and hogtied—but then he was let up—only for his relief to be short-lived when his hair, mussed and falling apart now, was compressed by a nose taking a deep whiff of his braid.
A guttural groan shook him to his core; he held back his tears.
“A-Cheng..."
Jiang Cheng’s blood turned to ice.
This wasn’t a random attack. His assailant knew who he was.
Worse, Jiang Cheng knew who he was.
"Mmmmm! Mmm mm mmph!"
His will to fight reignited. With a swift jerk, he headbutted the other in the face, hard, a satisfying crack! mitigating the consequential bloom of pain on his head. An animalistic howl echoed throughout the room.
Jiang Cheng didn’t waste time. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, his hips bucked wildly, throwing the weight on top of him off-balance, before he tucked in his knees and used his face as a crutch, finally gaining enough leverage to push himself off his front.
His knees bore the full brunt of his weight, but before he could get far, a forearm snagged him around the neck from out of nowhere, slamming the air out of his throat in a swift move and turning his vision momentarily black.
He landed on the other’s chest so hard that Jiang Cheng could feel the gust of wind escape from his opponent’s lungs. But his gratification was brief when the man had had enough of his struggling and began squeezing Jiang Cheng’s neck in a chokehold. Jiang Cheng choked, his breath cut off alarmingly quick, and reflexively, he kicked out, but there was nothing to win against, and desperately, Jiang Cheng wriggled his shoulders, knowing full well that his true disadvantage was his bound arms.
His vision darkened. Spots appeared. Just as Jiang Cheng was about to pass out, his thumb managed to yank out of the twisted bonds. Unfortunately, he was too late, the arm around his windpipe bulged with incredible strength, Jiang Cheng sucked in his last breath, and his world turned black.
He had fainted—
***
—to brazen pain.
Jiang Cheng screamed, his body suddenly seizing around an intrusion as it tried to force into him. Instinctively, he tried to push it out, but when his shoulders jerked uselessly in their sockets and his wrists smarted painfully above his head, he realized that he was still in his assailant's clutches.
Worse, he realized that he was being raped.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmmph!"
Jiang Cheng cried around the gag as his hands, now bound in fluffy handcuffs he unfortunately recognized, only made the chain clang! around the spokes of the headboard. His insides roiled in agony from the rod that was splitting him in half, and he could feel wetness coating his thighs, more being pushed out of him by the fucking cock.
So what if his rapist had put lubricant in him? It still hurt, every inch of his muscles straining to stop this, but to no avail whenever... whenever he pushed in.
Because Jiang Cheng knew who was raping him, who was defiling every part of his being. He had heard it from the other's voice, smelled it in the other's scent, and knew keenly all too well whose waist he had his legs wrapped around.
Liu Qingge. His bodyguard. The very same man who was supposed to protect him.
Why, Jiang Cheng wanted to yell. He couldn't see Liu Qingge's face, that usually sullen expression now hidden in the dark, yet he didn't know if he wanted to either. Would it be better to see Liu Qingge's steel eyes boring into him, the pleasure on his face as he violated Jiang Cheng? Or the dark void of an almost faceless man taking him apart?
Jiang Cheng wanted to throw up, the sense of doom in his guts paired with the overbearingness of Liu Qingge's cock, but the gag in his mouth was impossible to spit out and choking on his vomit would only worsen his situation.
Instead, he forced himself to keep calm. As he tried to control his breathing, he could vividly feel Liu Qingge slowly bottom out. But when he felt barely-clad hips, any effort he made to keep calm snapped. How dare he?! To barely pull down his pants, just enough to fish out his cock, and fuck Jiang Cheng with it?! How dare he? How dare he treat Jiang Cheng like a cheap toy? How dare he toss away the countless gestures of warmth and respect he had shown Jiang Cheng in the last decade? Did any of that mean anything to him??
His indignation made his head pound, and Jiang Cheng wished he could spit in Liu Qingge’s face, but then his bodyguard’s words broke the storming silence.
"S-sir... please..."
Jiang Cheng stilled, fury stoking into a raging fire. Please!? For what? He was already hilt-deep in Jiang Cheng's ass, penetrating him like a fucking stranger and destroying Jiang Cheng's trust all in one night. What more could he want?!
"Please... please..."
Liu Qingge’s gravelly voice and pleading words were the complete opposite of his actions as he rocked his hips and emitted lewd sounds from between their bodies. Jiang Cheng's anger could only flame higher as his hips ached in agony and his insides burned like a fuse. If he could shut his eyes and clamp his ears shut, he would imagine himself to be anywhere but here.
"Sir..."
Except he couldn't.
He couldn't imagine himself to be anywhere else but in his bed, violated by his most-trusted man, with his limbs immobile and his body carved open by a throbbing cock that only pulsed with lust each time he tried to shove it out. He couldn't escape to anywhere else than here, and he knew that the day Liu Qingge bested him in combat and was hired, he would always be at the mercy of Liu Qingge's strength. But he never imagined that Liu Qingge would use that against him one day.
"I want... I want you… please"
Liu Qingge's forehead thudded against Jiang Cheng's chest, and Jiang Cheng flinched. He expected Liu Qingge to make it hurt—bite or something—but his bodyguard merely gasped against his skin as he jerked his hips and ground deep inside Jiang Cheng.
"Please... I can't—I can't—I'm sorry, they gave me something. Jiang Cheng, I'm sorry—"
Jiang Cheng didn't have time to ruminate on that new piece of knowledge or react when, in the next second, Liu Qingge's whines were cut off by a high-pitched moan and a heat burst inside Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng recoiled as if he’d been shot. He didn't know—he knew exactly what it was. Hot and overwhelming, it was spilling into him from Liu Qingge's cock, lashing against his insides like whip-hot fire and filling every part of him with Liu Qingge's soul. He—he couldn't take it. He squirmed, whined, ground his teeth on the gag as Liu Qingge came and came and came into his unwilling body, and as his hole clenched tightly around the pulsating rod inside him, he had to pretend that he didn't like it.
That-that he couldn't like it.
Because who would like their rapist's cum? Even if it was from the man he had bonded with in the last decade, their relationship strengthened by intimacy and danger. Who would enjoy the coursing warmth cascading through his body and fill his head with mindless pleasure, a sick part of him delighting in the fact that he had made Liu Qingge rife with pleasure? Who? Who?!
And yet Jiang Cheng couldn't help but give his own reedy moan in response, knees tightening around Liu Qingge's hips despite the powerful hands already pinning them there and inadvertently shoving Liu Qingge inside deeper. His hole did want to be filled like this, to be taken roughly and savagely, to be a wrecked, pathetic vessel.
Jiang Cheng’s head buzzed with static, and the rush of blood in his ears grew louder. Liu Qingge had said… he was… he knew all the right ways to make Jiang Cheng feel good—had made him feel good like this so many times before, so why shouldn’t this count? Jiang Cheng squeezed his eyes shut.
Liu Qingge was still moving, his compromised body seeking another burst of satisfaction, another go at Jiang Cheng's broken state, except now he was quick and clumsy, all motion and no grace, a man a slave to his unfortunate desires.
Jiang Cheng let him. There was no other way to describe it.
He let Liu Qingge use him. He let Liu Qingge fuck him. He let Liu Qingge take his trust, power, and dignity, and when Liu Qingge came for the second time, he let the overflow of cum spill out between their bodies, his rim slick and open for a begging man.
"Sir. Sir—"
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes. The heat of Liu Qingge's pistoning hips. The sweat dripping on their skin. The tight grip around his wrist never faltering.
This was his duty. This was his burden to share. He knew that Liu Qingge would not have been poisoned or controlled or anything if it hadn't been for his role.
It was getting harder to remember the pain the longer Liu Qingge fucked him. The aches dulled. The stinging stretch gave way. His heart clenched each time Liu Qingge whimpered his name, and when his bodyguard turned him onto his knees, noticing his docility, he obeyed, propping himself up as a willing hole, ready to serve pleasure.
"Ah."
Jiang Cheng's moans came out easier. His entrance was soft and pliant when Liu Qingge slid back in, and his waist trembled as each thrust had him bowing forward from Liu Qingge's movements. His bodyguard's hands around his hips, squeezing his ass, wasn't helping in curbing his own desperation and without meaning to, he was beginning to rock back onto Liu Qingge's cock, each smack of their wet skin echoing in his ears.
His fingers dug into the handcuffs when Liu Qingge found his prostate, and as reedy moans filled the air, he could only paw at the chains with fervour, twisting and stretching in a way to both accept and escape the pleasure.
"Sir..."
"Qingge, Qingge..." Jiang Cheng whispered back.
Liu Qingge felt so good. His dick filled him up so perfectly, a firm intrusion that paved the way into Jiang Cheng's guts. Deep and heavy, Jiang Cheng felt almost weighed down by the force of Liu Qingge's arousal, his own coming out in the form of gasps, shivers, and wobbly knees. When Liu Qingge grasped his hips and sank in all the way to the hilt again—a telltale sign of his incoming orgasm—Jiang Cheng bit his own bicep, curbing the pleasure.
The overwhelming pressure to finish at the same time itched at his mind, and as he moaned Liu Qingge's name, half-begging him not to cum yet, half-begging himself to cum faster, he felt Liu Qingge's balls jerk and nudge against his ass, teeth closing around his nape.
Jiang Cheng wailed loudly when he and Liu Qingge came, the hot spill of seed deep in his guts and the sharp sting of fangs embedded in his skin triggering his own orgasm. His frame seized into a wanton figure, every muscle of his taut and stretched to its limits, and as he cried and sobbed his ecstasy, he could only feel the liquid warmth from Liu Qingge's cum spread into his limbs.
He collapsed into a heap, half-propped against the headboard.
Liu Qingge wasn't far behind, and while Jiang Cheng's instinct was to complain about Liu Qingge's weight on top of him, he couldn't—not when the feeling of being covered and protected was all he felt from Liu Qingge's overcompassing frame. He whined, however, when Liu Qingge's hips hadn't stopped moving and he hadn’t freed Jiang Cheng from the cuffs yet. The pinpricks of oversensitivity were starting to ramp up the longer Liu Qingge kept fucking him, little aborted thrusts that had Jiang Cheng pressed uncomfortably against the wood. Still, he bit his bottom lip to keep himself quiet and tried to relax his tensed hole as much as possible.
Liu Qingge was still whimpering into his hair, pleas dripping from his lips as he begged Jiang Cheng for another round, and as Jiang Cheng's eyes rolled back from the flame building in his guts and the twinges of soreness settling into his thighs, he could only accept Liu Qingge's requests and keep himself pliant.
Because this was his bodyguard. His one and only who would ever truly put his life on the line for Jiang Cheng. The only one Jiang Cheng would ever—and had—grant access to his body like this.
"Liu Qingge," he gasped around the gag when his loyal subordinate ground into him and made his insides seize. Promise me. Promise me you won’t hate yourself afterwards.
Liu Qingge kept pounding away, laboured breaths filling Jiang Cheng's ears, and when he released another load into Jiang Cheng before turning him over to wrench him back onto his cock again, his head tilted back to groan.
Jiang Cheng pretended he saw the word in Liu Qingge’s eyes.
Promise.