Thread by @sangchengist

#sangcheng abo au where nhs and jc are friends, nothing more but friends - until the day nhs goes into heat at a cultivation conference

he hadn’t planned it. really, he hadn’t! there are things nhs can control, and then there are things he can’t. his nature, unfortunately, belongs in the latter category. so when he goes into heat in his lavish guest rooms in lanling jin it’s not necessarily calculated

when he calls jc… though there was certainly intention behind it. the issue is this: jc is terribly terribly bull headed. he doesn’t get flirting and subtlety and signs, even if nhs has been trying for YEARS. seriously.

so, sue him. nhs is in heat, losing his minds’ capacities by the second, without his nest or toys, but in reach of an alpha he’s wanted, he’s burned for, for half a decade. so he does what any calculating, horny omega would do- he sends a servant to get jc.

jc, as predicted, doesn’t have a clue what’s going on until he’s in the room and nhs’ scent must really hit him full force. his eyes widen imperceptibly, but he simply clears his throat and demands: “what do you want from me?”

and nhs, faced with the object of his desires, can’t actually follow the smart and cunning seduction plan he’d laid out, and instead whimpers from where he’s perched on his bed. “a-cheng, i want you, so bad, ah, please, won’t you come closer?”

he could be humiliated by his outbursts. he could pretend it was nothing but natural instinct, just a silly mistake. instead, nhs closes his eyes and sinks deeper into the mind space of his omega. immediately, the scent in the room spikes.

jc takes a step back, clearly dumbfounded, but his pupils are widening, giving him away. “you- huaisang you’re in heat, you’re just-“ again, nhs whimpers, and jc hisses at the sharp pain in his bottom lip. fuck. that would be his fangs making an unwelcome appearance.

and then, nhs crawls closer, letting out a desperate cry when jc once again steps back. “ah, no, a-cheng, please, wanted you so long-“ he sobs, desire and want overtaking his senses, “i’ve wanted you with me, marking me, claiming me, /please/-“

never let it be said that jc doesn’t have self control. but in the presence of an omega in heat, clouded by his scent of mulberries, fixed by his amber eyes, with said omega being the man he’s been in love with since he was 16- well. nobody can fault him for the tent in his pants

“fuck, huaisang,” he moans but he’s still /so far away/ and doesn’t he want him? doesn’t he want nhs? has he not been good enough, hasn’t he proven himself as a worthy omega yet? nhs mewls as his stomach churns with incomparable heat, his inner omega wailing at the idea

of displeasing his alpha. he sits up and beckons jc closer. “please, please, alpha, i will be so good i- i-“ nhs pants, mind whirring with the hundreds of things he wants to say, “c-can be a good omega… ah, a-ah, if you just- just fuck me, mark me, i promise i will-“

jc shakes his head, but it’s a futile, desperate grasp at self control. his fangs are on full display, pupils expanded to the max, long lost to the will of his inner alpha. so when nhs chokes out: “please, a-cheng… /breed me/“… jc is on him within seconds.

there is no real gentleness or finesse, but nhs doesn’t care. pressed down by jc’s hand on his nape, face first onto the sheets, he can only moan helplessly as slick trickles out of him and stains his robes. jc, in turn, gasps out loud when he can feel the wet liquid

stain the front of his outfit- absolutely rabid and out of this mind with his own rut, by this point. nhs doesn’t know this yet, but he’ll discover it soon enough. namely when jc rips apart his clothes with none of his usual care, or by the hoarse and rough sound

of his voice as he promises: “i’ll make you mine, omega, mine forever” nhs, completely submitted to his heat, does not think that sounds like a bad bargain at all. especially not when it has jc on his stomach between his legs, furiously kissing his inner thighs and getting

closer and closer to where he wants the alpha to be. jc, for all the posturing he usually does, is proving himself to be the complete opposite of what everyone had expected him to be. there are two kinds of alphas in rut:

aggressive ones, unable to tame down on their urge to conquer, to possess, harming other people in their need to breed. nurturing one’s, whose only purpose becomes caring for their loved ones. jc turns out to be the latter category, placing quick but gentle kisses all over nhs.

it isn’t until the omega begs “please, a-cheng, don’t tease” that he finally gives nhs the relief he wants. nhs melts into the mattress as the first contact of heavenly tongue against his rim, eagerly lapping at his slick and breaching the ring of muscles.

nhs keens as jc eats him out, panting into the otherwise deserted room. he’s so /so/ close, but his stomach clenches painfully with the reminder of what he really needs: a knot deep inside of him, promising the pups his biology demands. suddenly, it seems a waste to be pleasured

like this, surely there’s better ways for jc to help?! a gentle nudge against the alphas shoulder with his leg is all it takes for jc to sit up. even deep in his rut, his eyes are honest and concerned, voice rumbling deep in his chest as fixes a questioning look on nhs.

nhs takes a deep breath against the heat burning in his body, whining: “c’mere” and jc, obedient as always, complies. nhs can’t resist stealing a peck from him, except one turns into two, and then a languid slide of tongue against tongue, until another painful clench reminds nhs

of what he actually wanted. he screws his eyes shut against the ache, saying: “a-cheng, a-cheng, won’t you please fuck me already?” it’s uncharacteristic of him to ask so nicely and openly, no mind games or assertiveness, but neither of them are in a state to realize this.

jcs dick twitches at the earnest request, nhs big eyes looking up at him. he buries his face in the crook of nhs neck, inhaling lungfuls of his scent. it’s addicting. it’s distracting. it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled in the world. he lifts his head, biting nhs ear gently.

“you want me that bad, yeah? want my knot? want me to mark you so everyone will know you belong to me?” he mumbles, and nhs following moan is answer enough, but still, he waits until the omega whispers back: “yes, yes /god/, i’ve never wanted anything more, /please/ alpha-“

until he enters nhs in one thrust. both of them are smart enough to know this is a bad idea on any other day, but with desperation clinging to their every inch, heat and lust dripping off them, they can’t bring themselves to care. they’re lucky. nhs slick and jc’s tongue have

done a lot of work for them already and the slide is not as painful as it could’ve been. still, nhs hisses at the sting and jc gently squeezes his waist. they wait a few moments until the heat takes over nhs mind again and he says: “you can- ah- move-“

jc is nothing but a dutiful alpha pleasing his omega. he starts of slow, hesitant, but with every thrust, nhs relaxes more and jc becomes more sure of himself. additionally, the heat comes back in full force for both of them, their scents mixing into one as it clogs up the room.

it takes a bit of shifting and adjusting, both unfamiliar with each other’s bodies, but eventually, jc hits a spot inside nhs that makes his entire body jerk and his mouth fall open in a silent “oh”. immediately, jc focuses in, drilling into that spot again and again.

jc is usually not one for senseless talk (that’s wwx or nhs role, thank you very much) but he suddenly can’t seem to /stop talking/. “good omega, so perfect, so beautiful for me. look at you, look at how you’re taking me, you were made for this, you’re flawless-“

nhs answers to each compliment with a moan or a gasp or a keen and it only spurs jc on. “perfect omega. smart and kind, good family, your body is so beautiful, i want you to have my pups, do you? do you want to?” jc gasps and nhs only nods yes yes yes-

his mind is on a similar track to jcs, running in circles about what a good alpha he is- strong, attentive, always there to assist- a sect leader- jc could provide so well for a family, he’d do it so well, he’s already so good to his nephews-

nhs doesn’t realize he’s also speaking aloud until jc growls and once again buries his face near his scent glands. his hips begin to stutter against his body as his saliva drips onto his neck, teeth grazing over his skin again and again and again.

jc sneaks one hand down to nhs dick, jerking him off at the same time as his forceful thrusts pistol into him. the more the pleasure mounts, the less nhs thinks and so it’s no surprise when he gasps out: “do it, a-cheng, /do it/, bite me, mark me, make me yours, fill me up-“

it’s not a surprise either when jc, lost to the same hazy pleasure, groans back: “make you mine, i’ll knot you, fill you up-“ and then proceeds to do exactly that as he lays his mating bite onto nhs neck.

jc’s knot fills him and bursts at the same time as the painful sensation of the bite registers in his mind, and nhs cums with a silent scream, eyes rolling back in his head.

for a few minutes it’s silent as the haze of their heat and rut clears away, both panting as they’re coming down from their high. nhs, as always, is the first to realize the severity of their actions. “oh my god,” he gasps, eyes suddenly shooting wide open.

jc next to/over him only hums back, clearly not at the same state of consciousness. “jiang cheng” nhs repeats, “oh my /god/“. it’s only when jc sits up, looking at his omega in confusion, that it hits him too. “oh my god.” he says. nhs nose in baffled agreement.

immediately, the alpha rushes to cover both of them (separately) with whatever material they have at hand, before staring at his friend (??? mate???) in horror. “huaisang i- i’m so sorry-“ he starts and is promptly cut off by nhs holding up his hand.

“no i- don’t apologize- i was as involved in this as you-“ “but you were in heat and i- i took advantage-“ “no!” nhs interrupts again. “no i- i made the decision to call you while i was still… coherent. it was… if anything, i’m the one who took advantage.” he admits, ashamed

jc looks disgusted at this claim. “i’m not some idiot alpha unable to resist his instincts, huaisang. if i had truly wanted to i- i could’ve resisted. probably”. an awkward silence falls over them, very different from the previous sated and pleased one, until jc pipes up.

“i only bit you- you didn’t complete it yet, so we can still- wait it out-“ jc suggests, but he looks so heartbroken, and frankly, nhs doesn’t want their bond (fragile and weak as it is) to ever fade away. “no.” he says, firmly, and takes jc’s hand.

“i’m not severing our bond, now or ever.” then, he starts laughing slightly hysterically as a thought hits him. “ha.. hahaha but da-ge might! oh he really might! he’ll kill both of us, im sure, we don’t even need to worry about it-“

jc shushes him with a simple squeeze of his hands. he looks way too relaxed for someone who knows nmj is going to kill him, and nhs has the panicked thought that he’s underestimating the seriousness of this situation. but the next words out of his mouth are the opposite of

nhs thought direction. “so we- you- you wanted this? you wanted… me?” he looks small but happy at the idea, and nhs can’t suppress the fond sigh. “a-cheng, i’ve been trying to get you to do this since we met in gusu.” he explains gently, not expecting the ferocious kiss jc

plants on his lips at the declaration. “me- me too.” jc answers, licking his lips. they look at each other with smiles on their faces for a bit, until it apparently starts to sink in for jc too. “oh my god.” he realizes. “a-jie will drown me in the lakes.”

nhs laughs and laughs, and pulls jc back into the sheets with him. he can already feel the heat cresting again, and assumes a similar effect in jc. jc protests, but goes down all the same. “this is not funny, huaisang! we’re never going to live to see our wedding!”

nhs smiles fondly at him. “our wedding?” jc splutters. “well- of course. if we stay bonded then- and we spent a heat together- i’m just taking responsibility!” nhs grins at him mischievously, yanking him down for a kiss.

“alright, mr.responsible,” he teases, “before you plan the names of our kids, can i complete the bite first?” the beginnings of their bond are small but sparkling in his core, and as he sinks into the heat, nhs can’t wait for the blinding light it will be when they’re finished.

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surprisingly enough, /both/ of them live to see their wedding, even if jiang yanli did try to drown her brother in the lake. privately, nhs suggests it was only because of tiny jiang mingmei sleeping in his arms, and jiang cheng (his mate, his /husband/) only laughs in agreement

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