[ Jiang Cheng does what he can to slap his brother away, filled with a burn of frustration and rage that pulses through him as familiarly as it has ever been. He doesn't feel as if he has changed, but he can't deny that it's harder to move away from his brother turned husband than it has been in the past, and his frustration makes his cheeks feel all the hotter.
Has it always been this warm in his office?
Baring his teeth, he hisses for a moment before he makes to stand up, trying not to dwell on the fact that his legs are noticeably wobbly as he gets to his feet, breathing out a little harsher. ]
Omegas go into heat, and I am not an omega. Stop -
[ He's slapped away, easy as can be, and he doesn't fight it. But he does continue to look up at Jiang Cheng in concern. And when the other man stands, Wei Wuxian returns to his feet as well, holding out his hands carefully when it seems like Jiang Cheng is wobbling, wanting to keep him steady just in case. But he doesn't tip over and that's a relief.
Still, he turns to Wei Wuxian, a growl in his throat and fangs bared and Wei Wuxian doesn't know how he's going to get Jiang Cheng to let him take care of him without forcing it. Shit. ]
I'm not doing anything with my scent.
[ Not on purpose, at least. His eyebrows furrow and he reaches out, curling his hand around Jiang Cheng's wrist and rubbing his thumb over the pulse point. ]
Even if you're not going into heat — [ Which, he doubts, but whatever. ] — you're still ill. Let me take care of you, alright? Let's go back to your room and get you in bed.
[ If they can start with that, maybe Wei Wuxian can build up to taking care of Jiang Cheng the way he should as his alpha. ]
[ Even if he is feeling hot and flush, his stomach in knots, even if he feels shaky and a little faint, he'd never admit it. He has too much sect work to do, letters to reply to, reports to check, disciples to train and ensure they're being given everything they deserve as a member of Yunmeng Jiang, and the idea of abandoning that... It doesn't sit well with him at all.
Even if he feels flushed and hot all over, even if there's a strange curl of something like delight at Wei Wuxian's closeness, even as he licks his lips and breathes out, wanting more and more of his cooling, easing touch.
Leaning back, he glances up at his husband with flushed cheeks and a pout on his face. ]
[ Wei Wuxian can't keep the frown from his face when it's clear that Jiang Cheng is going to continue to deny him. But he does have a feeling the other man can't resist him in another way, physically. He wonders if he can use that to his advantage. So, he steps a little closer, lets his natural scent envelop Jiang Cheng from their closeness and lifts his other hand to curl against his cheek, running his thumb over the skin. ]
The sect won't fall apart without you for one day. Just tell the servants you're ill and people will perform their duties and keep things going until you're better.
[ And because he thinks he knows what Jiang Cheng is thinking, he adds — ]
You're not abandoning anyone. You're letting them know you trust them enough to take care of yourself too. Please, Jiang Cheng?
[ It's the touch to his face that seems to be his undoing, and Jiang Cheng can't swallow back the soft little noise he makes at a thumb being brushed over his cheek, or the closeness of his brother turned husband. He wants to keep fighting, wants to keep forcing himself to push through this and keep his wits and his strength about him, but it's hard.
Whatever Wei Wuxian is doing, it is working, and that's more irritating than he can put into words.
Sinking into the other man, the heat flushing through his body and making his head feel tangled and confused, all he can do is nod. It's impossible to resist the urge to rest now, especially when it feels like such a sweet relief to close his eyes. ]
[ There is a potent relief in Wei Wuxian as Jiang Cheng finally agrees with him to relax, to let go, to let Wei Wuxian take care of him. He's going to envelop his brother completely in his arms then, a hand against the back of his head to press Jiang Cheng's head to his shoulder so he can hold him tight. Then he turns his head, nuzzling his face into Jiang Cheng's hair and nosing lightly at his temple. He presses a kiss there, impulsively, and sighs quietly as he inhales Jiang Cheng's scent. ]
Good. C'mon, let's go to your room and get you in your nest. You need rest.
[ And more, Wei Wuxian thinks, but he doesn't quite know how to broach that subject with Jiang Cheng just yet. Step by step, he thinks. Just get him to his bedroom first and then figure it out from there. Once they're there, maybe... maybe it'll be easier to cross that last line between them, right? ]
Want me to carry you?
[ Half-teasing, half-sincere. He'd absolutely carry him to his nest if he wanted, keep him tight and secure in his arms as he does so. ]
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[ Jiang Cheng does what he can to slap his brother away, filled with a burn of frustration and rage that pulses through him as familiarly as it has ever been. He doesn't feel as if he has changed, but he can't deny that it's harder to move away from his brother turned husband than it has been in the past, and his frustration makes his cheeks feel all the hotter.
Has it always been this warm in his office?
Baring his teeth, he hisses for a moment before he makes to stand up, trying not to dwell on the fact that his legs are noticeably wobbly as he gets to his feet, breathing out a little harsher. ]
Omegas go into heat, and I am not an omega. Stop -
[ Growling, he turns back to Wei Wuxian. ]
- stop doing that with your scent!
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Still, he turns to Wei Wuxian, a growl in his throat and fangs bared and Wei Wuxian doesn't know how he's going to get Jiang Cheng to let him take care of him without forcing it. Shit. ]
I'm not doing anything with my scent.
[ Not on purpose, at least. His eyebrows furrow and he reaches out, curling his hand around Jiang Cheng's wrist and rubbing his thumb over the pulse point. ]
Even if you're not going into heat — [ Which, he doubts, but whatever. ] — you're still ill. Let me take care of you, alright? Let's go back to your room and get you in bed.
[ If they can start with that, maybe Wei Wuxian can build up to taking care of Jiang Cheng the way he should as his alpha. ]
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[ Even if he is feeling hot and flush, his stomach in knots, even if he feels shaky and a little faint, he'd never admit it. He has too much sect work to do, letters to reply to, reports to check, disciples to train and ensure they're being given everything they deserve as a member of Yunmeng Jiang, and the idea of abandoning that... It doesn't sit well with him at all.
Even if he feels flushed and hot all over, even if there's a strange curl of something like delight at Wei Wuxian's closeness, even as he licks his lips and breathes out, wanting more and more of his cooling, easing touch.
Leaning back, he glances up at his husband with flushed cheeks and a pout on his face. ]
I have things to do. I cannot simply rest.
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The sect won't fall apart without you for one day. Just tell the servants you're ill and people will perform their duties and keep things going until you're better.
[ And because he thinks he knows what Jiang Cheng is thinking, he adds — ]
You're not abandoning anyone. You're letting them know you trust them enough to take care of yourself too. Please, Jiang Cheng?
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Whatever Wei Wuxian is doing, it is working, and that's more irritating than he can put into words.
Sinking into the other man, the heat flushing through his body and making his head feel tangled and confused, all he can do is nod. It's impossible to resist the urge to rest now, especially when it feels like such a sweet relief to close his eyes. ]
Fine. Just for a few hours.
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Good. C'mon, let's go to your room and get you in your nest. You need rest.
[ And more, Wei Wuxian thinks, but he doesn't quite know how to broach that subject with Jiang Cheng just yet. Step by step, he thinks. Just get him to his bedroom first and then figure it out from there. Once they're there, maybe... maybe it'll be easier to cross that last line between them, right? ]
Want me to carry you?
[ Half-teasing, half-sincere. He'd absolutely carry him to his nest if he wanted, keep him tight and secure in his arms as he does so. ]