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It's been a month since Dan Heng joined the Express. His punishment-seeking behavior had no sign of stopping yet, but he barged into Welt's room less frequently– first every single night, then once every two or three. The boy was still making progress. Things are going to get better and Welt will gladly forget about what he did with Dan Heng that night in his room.
The man had thought of reporting Blade’s actions to the IPC, but considering that the company let Blade do all that under their noses when Dan Heng was in their care, he did hesitate a bit. Even Topaz had no idea about Blade’s existence. With Welt’s affair with the boy, the odds of him getting thrown into prison was higher than seeing Blade get captured.
Dan Heng had never talked about Blade apart from the times he was asking for “punishment”. At least Welt remembered no description about how Blade looked like, or which planet/spaceship he came from. He still can't report anything to the IPC if he didn't want the company to believe he was making things up to have an excuse to further harm the boy.
He sighed. He had tried to pry and prod the boy to give him more information about Blade, at least about how the man monster looked so that he could whack him to death with his walking stick avoid him at all costs and finally report him to the IPC. Maybe it was because of the time Dan Heng told him about Blade– then regretted it because he was supposed to keep Blade's existence a secret.
But looking at the bright side, keeping the boy on the Express did protect him from Blade. Or else why would he go to Welt nearly every night if Blade were on the Express and could “punish” the boy “properly”?
XxX
After another long adventure of treating a Stellaron-affected planet, Welt decided that it was about time to let Dan Heng get some fresh air but not decompressed air in the Express– despite the fact that the boy was totally alright with being cooped up reading or training in the Archive every single day.
The boy stared blankly at the army-like people rushing around as Welt and the girl with bunny ears talked. The machines’ creaking echoed in his ears. People’s footsteps against the ground. Whatever Welt and the girl said couldn't be understood. The mismash of noises was one of the most annoying situations Dan Heng could be in and he wouldn't have stayed if Welt didn't promise to take him to the local bookstore later. He tried to divert his attention back to the book in hand. It was quite a silly story– a man reincarnating into the Raiden Shogun and going on a series of adventures afterwards– but the safe haven in the book was much better than whatever that was happening in reality.
In fact, he was so engrossed in the book that he didn’t even notice when he walked right into a dark alleyway when finally leaving for the bookstore with Welt.
The book suddenly escaped from the grip in his hands for him to reveal those familiar ruby eyes. The eyes that he had yearned for a whole month since he boarded the Express. Being on the Express undeniably was way better than being with Blade– he finally had a bed and could shower on a daily basis, but he missed the man an awful lot. Ever since then he had trouble falling asleep and had to get to Welt’s room, in hope that the brunette would reciprocate whatever happened that night. Then Welt would straight-out refuse despite the boy acting up every day now, toying with Cloudpiercer and getting all fidgety whenever he wanted.
“Ayo baobei, where in the universe have you been?” Blade asked, his cold fingers caressing his cheek. Dan Heng forced himself to look at the man, ignoring the blaring in his head. He didn’t want Blade to get mad– he was so ecstatic that he was wondering if it was a dream, and he wasn’t going to cut this reunion short with Blade’s tantrums.
His happiness was short-lived. “So, tell me, where have you been for the last month?” Blade asked, voice filled with something that meant he was about to single-handedly lift the boy onto his lap and spank him very soon.
Dan Heng was using every single muscle in his body to hold his neck in place so that it wouldn't automatically turn away any second– he was trying so hard that he was trembling all over. He had no idea how to anchor himself to the ground, to not turn away from the man who had taken care of him for three whole years, from the man who loved him and wanted him to overcome his karma. “I- I was…” The words he was about to say were floating out of his mouth at an agonizingly slow pace.
“You you you… YOU WHAT AH?”
It all happened… a bit too fast, even for Dan Heng’s reflexes as a guard on the Express. The boy could only feel his left cheek sizzling with heat. His brain was on the verge of short-circuiting as everything blurred, hopefully not from the pathetic tears.
“Dan Feng won’t go missing for a whole month without any explanation! If people knew about this they’d say it’s karma again!” The raven-haired man bellowed, red eyes burning into a deeper shade of crimson.
It’s just that again, it’s just him being mad at me again. I acted up and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be such a bad boy on the Express. Please punish me. Dan Heng repeated the mantra in his head, focusing on his reflection in Blade’s eyes as whatever the man said faded into background noise. The Dan Heng in his eyes looked like a naughty boy who acted up every day– someone who deserved punishment.
Blade’s eyes wavered, the small movement almost making the boy jump. The man sighed, his warmer-than-his-hands breath landing onto Dan Heng.
He kissed the boy’s forehead. “Baobei, we’d just get to that later.” The boy found himself in a tight, lukewarm embrace. Just like how everything was. He leaned into the hug, a sanctuary from any form of danger possible.
The man patted his back while the boy nuzzled into his hair, half-aware of the palm trailing lower and lower down his back and to his butt.
“I missed you…” Blade mumbled, holding the boy gently.
Dan Heng wanted time to freeze at this moment of warmth. He wanted to cherish every sensation of Blade on his skin, or even melt into one with the man.
Blade’s palms weren’t idling as well– they were groping at the globes of flesh of the boy’s bottom, occasionally pinching and lightly smacking at them, every motion sending shocks up the boy’s spine to his brain, messing with his head and making him feel hot, his eyes seeing either stars or that was probably the back of his skull.
“Aiya, a month and you’re still so sensitive, huh?” A whack landed onto the boy’s butt cheeks, the breath hit out of Dan Heng right there and then. It's about to begin .
Blade landed another blow. “What a good little slut for me. You must've been so pent up for such a long time…” Dan Heng's stomach sank. He wasn't pent up for a long time. Does it make him not a good little slut?
“I… Welt punished me last month– I asked him to,” Dan Heng whispered loudly enough for Blade to hear, not anticipating any consequences of his confession.
The man's movements stopped. “You- he- he WHAT?” He barked in disbelief. Dan Heng backed down by the impact.
“I asked him to punish me because I was a bad boy that day,” the boy answered. What had he done wrong for that? Wasn't it normal for people to punish bad boys? He added, “It's just that Welt didn't understand.”
Blade stared daggers at the air, looking around for nothing but the darkness of the alley, then finally back at Dan Heng.
“So, you left me worried for a whole fucking month,” he grabbed Dan Heng by the shoulders so firmly that it hurt, “just to WHORE YOURSELF TO OTHER MEN?”
Tears were swimming in the boy's eyes, each blink a battle to keep them at bay. He can't cry. What would Blade say if he saw? “Dan Feng does not cry, even at the moment before he reincarnated into such a disappointment as you are!” Or maybe: “I never said that crying is allowed, silent or not.” Or whatever other old stuff he was told every time he cried, accompanied by a few swats.
“Answer me.” Blade's command snapped Dan Heng back to reality (kind of), but he was shivering so much that his mouth felt like it had been sewn shut while he still had to keep an eye on his hands so that they wouldn't be pinching each other.
“Still not saying a thing? Hah?” He shook the boy. “Do you need me to force it out of you?”
Dan Heng was too startled to react to the hands on his neck. No. It's too tight. He can't breathe. He needed air. Air. AIR!
He thrashed around, desperate to escape the cage Blade's hands made. He didn't expect this! He thought it would be punishment then it's over but…
Blade won't do this. He loves me.
He can feel it. His horns are burning hot. His tail is growing out from his back.
Dan Heng dropped to the floor in a coughing heap as the iron grip finally loosened, the cold stinging air in his throat and the dull tugging pain in his tail being the only sensations he could feel.
He remembered that feeling when Blade punished him for the first time, after he stabbed the man with Cloudpiercer and he didn't die somehow. The feeling that everything outside is dimmed down, like he was reading a story but the main characters are himself and Blade.
Blade said something that was rendered incomprehensible to him, accompanied by a tearing sound. His pants– or maybe his butthole was torn open when that thick, slippery object was brutally shoved into him in one go.
His horns were being pulled on, forcing him to face Blade. He could see the anger in the man's eyes, but there seemed to be something more that he couldn't name…
But at that point he couldn't help but moan when that object in his butt hit the spot that made him see stars.
“Look at you. The Vidyadhara High Elder, making a whore out of himself for any cock he sees,” Blade spat, pulling the boy closer to his crotch.
Dan Heng knew what to do. He skillfully pulled the zipper down with his teeth as if he had rehearsed ages for that (of course he did), revealing the half-hard cock inside.
Licking at the base, the taste of soap and sweat slightly erupted at the tip of his tongue., then dulled down. Before he knew it he was taking the entirety of the girth to the back of his throat, smoothly as he stopped having that puking feeling at some point. His jaw and throat was getting tortured by then– every time Blade would hit the back so hard that it hurt , not to mention how his tiny jaw was on the verge of breaking and how he was about to die of asphyxiation again, and the hair- (or horn-?) pulling and the thing in his butt that crashed through all those spots didn’t help either. The only thing he could find refuge in is the small moans and praises Blade made, “Oh, yes, good boy, you like cock, huh? You want more?” and so on that the boy didn’t understand.
His mind was a mess, anything happened before then turning into bubbles, popping into thin air by every single thrust.
Blade pulled out, leaving the boy kneeling on the ground, gasping for air.
He stroked his member a few more times, before hot stripes of white painted Dan Heng's face with a grunt.
Dan Heng's whole body twitched, his eyes rolling back in the bombarding pleasure.
Suddenly Blade leaned down, his mouth enveloping Dan Heng's lips.
Dan Heng whined into the kiss.
“What a slutty little dragon you are,” Blade said, grinning ear to ear at the mess he made out of the boy, “And slutty little dragons have to be punished.”
Dan Heng's head nearly exploded at the spot. So… Blade seems to be smiling, so he must be happy; but then he still has to be punished for a second round. What in the universe does that mean? Huge question marks filled up his small head. It was just weird , he had to say, What do you mean by that?
But the words can’t come out. Like someone had grabbed his throat and all the words were blocked on the way out. No. This. He hasn't felt like this for a long time. Not since…
“Get down on fours.”
He looked up to meet the man’s face. He could do nothing but follow the man’s words. He knew if he dared to scream or do anything else he’d be acting up again and he can’t be caught doing this in this scenario because it meant further punishment. He crawled closer to Blade.
“Turn around and show me your ass.”
He let out a high-pitched whine when the pair of shorts were brutally torn off.
Dan Heng squeezed his eyes shut. He can’t escape. He just can’t. His legs felt like jelly and his dick became all weird and hard again as if he was anticipating– the searing pain broke out on his butt and thighs. And it wasn’t only that. The huge thing inside– it was buzzing , making his insides into a total mess.
“You want more, hah? I knew you wanted more. You’re such a little whore, you know?”
A few more blows. His cock was aching and he was sure he was on the brink of fainting. He wanted to moan and whine and his body just screamed MORE . That was the weirdest part of punishment. He hated how his body felt weird all over, but something inside of him yearned for the sensation, even when it was over.
Teardrops were threatening to drop down. Why was he like that? Why was he so useless? Was that also a part of his karma?
His dick– Blade must've landed a blow there and– “ Aghnnn– ” Something was about to come out, along with the sensation that tingled in his miniscule form. No. No. He wasn’t going to pee himself here, right?
Wrong , his body said as his searing thighs were painted with a warm layer of liquid and sliding down onto the floor…
“Seriously? Pissing yourself? I guess that’s the only thing you’re good for, Yinyue-Jun,” Blade taunted. Dan Heng felt something rubbery against his ass, the uncomfortableness almost making him forget how he disliked anyone calling him “Yinyue-Jun”.
The next second he tripped from the impact, his cheek rubbing against the floor.
That thing was finally pulled out from his butt with an agonizing stretch, but before he could catch his breath from the overstimulation, something bigger and warmer rubbed against the rim of his hole, the slippery liquid on it making him feel like it would slip in and split him into half any second.
He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as Blade's rough hand reached down to toy with his balls.
He didn't know why, but the sensation reminded him of the time when he was sitting on Blade’s lap, tracing his calloused palm while the man dozed under the stars. Then he noticed something in the corner of his eye. The bandages on his arm must've loosened and fallen off a bit, revealing a lot of lines underneath; some pale white, some a darker shade of brown, overlapping on his arm. They seemed… different from those on the man’s palm. Were they scars as well?
“Blade,” Dan Heng asked the almost-asleep man, “Where did you get those scars from?” He traced the jumble of lines.
Blade opened his eyes. “Oh- Uh- From fighting monsters– why don't you just run off and do your own thing?”
He smiled at the boy. Dan Heng was confused by this abrupt ending of the conversation. Was anything wrong? “What monsters?” He asked.
Blade's smile was still there. “Why don't you do your own thing? I guess– it'd be boring for you to sit here like that, baobei.”
Dan Heng was determined to find who hurt Blade like that– he had read many books about interstellar creatures but none could possibly maul and wound like that.
Then the next second he felt he was breaking from his core as the huge cock entered him inch by inch.
Blade let out a satisfied groan the moment his cock was fully sheathed inside the boy.
He started moving, ignoring the fact that Dan Heng was on the verge of passing out.
He pressed his lips to the back of the boy’s neck, then, probably hesitating for a while, before biting on the pale flesh, sucking and licking on it.
Dan Heng wanted to cry. It was all just too painful, too much. He prayed that the man would stop, despite knowing that only when Blade filled his butt with that white sticky liquid would it all end.
Every little movement sent sparks up his spine. He relaxed, allowing the cock inside him to bully its way deeper, pistoning in and out at a pace that could most likely rearrange the boy's insides.
“Am I better than that Welt guy, hah? We can do this every single day if you want…” Blade was saying a lot of nonsense. Yep. That was totally him, speaking that much in the middle of a punishment session.
No, I don't wanna…
The Vidyadhara squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on how the man was flicking and pinching his nipples. It was horrifyingly pleasurable, but at least better than hearing the filthy words coming out from Blade.
He knew what was going to happen. He felt his butt cling tightly to the huge intruder. It was close to the end, and he'd soon become a good boy again, then he'd keep on training with Blade until he was old enough to take revenge on the Xianzhou Luofu…
Searing warmth splattered inside him, along with a few rough thrusts. A hand reached down to stroke his dicklet, thumb circling the head.
The boy's hole clenched and spasmed uncomfortably around his cock.
Dan Heng didn't like that sticky feeling inside– he was secretly glad that Welt cleaned him up back then– but Blade, on the other hand, always scooped everything back into him.
He didn't want to say no this time as well, falling asleep to Blade’s sweet nothings, probably praising him for not crying or whatever else…
XxX
Dan Heng stirred in his sleep, his favorite black-and-white orb somehow in his hands.
A familiar woman's voice. “You sure he's… Dan Heng?”
He felt like he was being lifted up in strong arms.
“Who said he isn't? I mean, besides the longer hair, the horns and the tail he's one hundred percent Dan Heng.”
Wait. Where was Blade? Who was holding him?
He opened his eyes to see a blur of brown hair. It was Welt? What was happening?
He wanted to get up and say, “Welt, I've been a good boy! I didn't cry when I got punished!”
Nothing came out.
“Don't miss the pointy ears,” Himeko reminded, “He looks kinda cute.”
Something slimy was snaking down his thighs, and the tearing pain in his butt kicked in.
He winced.
Welt said, “Let's get him back to the Express first. He seems to be… tired.”
What about Blade? Where is he? I still haven't asked him what monsters make those scars!
XxX
The next time he woke, he was in a bathtub. Welt was outside the tub, his fingers in the boy's hole, uncomfortably scraping his walls and occasionally brushing against his sweet spot.
“That bastard… why would he do this…” He muttered. Dan Heng's tail coiled so tightly around his hand that he couldn’t move at all.
“Oh– you're awake.”
The man blushed and looked away.
Dan Heng let out a whine, grinding himself down on the fingers, smoothly riding them as half-dried cum still lubricating the entrance, some being scraped out in the process.
The dam holding his tears back had been broken, flowing down his cheeks.
The boy was beautiful when he cried.
And Welt knew he shouldn’t be thinking like that despite his straining erection.
With a moan accompanied by a few sad hops, Dan Heng came just from riding the man’s fingers.
“Dan Heng…” Welt sighed. Maybe the rumor about Vidyadharas having an inhumanely high libido was true.
Why would someone dare to taint such a young, beautiful creature like him?
He helped shower Dan Heng and get changed into his pajamas, the boy finally drifting off in his arms once again.
Unluckily his erection was down by the time he was finished.
XxX
Dan Heng received a phone a few days after his little “reunion” with Blade. At first he stared at the phone in absolute terror when it buzzed or rang– but soon found it a blessing when he could send emotes or short pieces of text to Welt, who didn’t seem to mind even if the boy was following him everywhere (for a reason that was also unknown to the boy himself) he went or could only communicate through text.
Welt still couldn’t shake the feeling of lust horror and disgust towards the person who did this, but how could he ask Dan Heng for information about Blade if he was so traumatized?
He looked at the clock. 10pm. “Dan Heng, it’s time for bed.”
The boy nodded, sending a text, “Carry me?”
Welt held the boy up, careful not to touch his horns. He looked at Dan Heng’s cheeks. It won’t hurt if he kissed him on the cheek, would it?
And so he did.