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Jian gives Saejin a sword swallowing lesson. It ends with sex. I feel stupid. :(
Also it has a very trite ending but that's because I needed to somehow tie it together into a one shot.
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The sword-swallowing lesson had been Jian's idea- "You have no interest in anything else, so you'll learn this one or die trying!" They were outside, which had been Saejin's idea- "If you're so insistent on killing me, then I at least want witnesses to the murder!" Jian had laughed then, and kissed him, and somehow or another Saejin had found himself out in the courtyard with an attractive Chinese magician wielding a foot-long blade.
Well, not so much 'wielding' as 'holding in as unthreatening a manner as possible'. But the fact remained that Jian had a weapon-a sword-that he intended to shove down Saejin's throat. The younger man was understandably not quite comfortable with the concept, glancing around their current location nervously. "There's no one around," he noted in a shaky voice. "I said I wanted witnesses."
"All you made me promise was that we'd do this outside," Jian corrected him with a grin. "And we're outside, aren't we?" Before Saejin could run away, the Chinese man wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. "Besides, we do so enjoy our privacy, don't we, love?"
"Get off me," Saejin growled, a light flush coloring his cheeks. He made to shrug off the unwelcome arm, but Jian's grip was firm. "Saejin, qin ai de, you know I'm not going to hurt you." His free hand came up to stroke the younger man's face gently, doing his best to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working.
"Not going to hurt me? You're going to cut me up from the inside!" Saejin exclaimed, again attempting to duck out of Jian's hold. Again Jian thwarted the attempt. "Don't be foolish," he scolded. It was obvious he was started to grow angry, by the way he yanked Saejin backwards, dropping his hand down to clamp around his throat. The younger man struggled weakly, but he knew it was no use.
Jian's mouth was beside his ear, whispering words of comfort as he forced Saejin's head back. "Don't be afraid, mei li," he murmured, coaxing his mouth open, long fingers stroking the pale skin of his throat.
"Ge," Saejin whimpered, the shine of tears in his eyes. "Ge ge, please." Jian only gave him a sad smile, bringing the short sword up into the air above them. The glint of the sun on the blade threw Saejin into a panic, his thin frame twisting helplessly in the older man's arms. "No. No, I won't do it!" He clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head like a petulant child. Anyone would think he was throwing a groundless temper tantrum; it was the tears that spilled onto his face that betrayed his very real fear.
Jian let the sword fall limply at his side, relaxing his hold long enough for Saejin to turn and bury his face in his shoulder, hands fisting into the front of his shirt. The magician could feel the younger man's body shaking as he mumbled pleading words against his skin. "Please, Jian, don't make me do it. I'm scared, ge, it'll hurt, please don't…"
"Shh, hai, it'll be okay, I promise," Jian reassured, rubbing soothing circles into his back. "It'll just be a moment, all you have to do is stay perfectly still and it'll all be over in a moment."
Saejin lifted his head and shook it in protest, continued to shake it even as Jian eased it backwards, a thumb sliding into the corner of his mouth to pull it open. A small whimper fell from his throat as he went limp in his lover's hold, teary eyed and trembling. Jian raised the blade once more, bringing it down into Saejin's mouth before the younger man could panic again.
"Relax, hai. Just keep your throat relaxed and try not to gag-you've had plenty of practice with that, haven't you, mei li?" He laughed at Saejin's answering scowl, stroking the hair from his forehead lovingly. "Just take slow, deep breaths. I promise you'll be fine."
I'm not so sure of that, Saejin thought bitterly to himself, eyes falling shut as he yielded his body to Jian's plan. He followed the older man's advice, focusing on keeping his breathing steady as he felt the probing tip of the sword hit the back of his throat. He didn't even notice the way his nails dug into Jian's skin, all that mattered was not gagging, not panicking, just holding perfectly still until the ordeal was over.
His eyes flew open in shock as a sudden stinging pain burst from his throat. A muffled cry came as he tried to pull away, Jian's eyes scarily dark as he forced him to keep still. "Don't move," he ordered harshly. "Unless you really do want me to cut you from the inside." Immediately Saejin was limp again, his eyes fluttering against the pain. A few shaky breaths were forced through his nose, slender hands clutching weakly at Jian's arm in a plea for relief. The older man's eyes softened, even as he pushed the sword deeper down, ever so slowly, explaining every step as he went. "That pain was the sword moving into your esophagus. Nothing's gone wrong, you'll be fine. I'll only put it in a few more inches, and then we'll be done for today…"
The running commentary didn't help, but Saejin found if he closed his eyes and tuned out the meaning of the words, Jian's voice itself was a calming force. It was easy to lose himself in the sound of it, and before he knew was happening, the cold intrusion of the blade was receding, dragging back up his throat. Another small sting of pain as it passed back into his mouth, and then it was over, a low moan falling from his lips as a shudder ran down his spine.
"Oh, god-" Jian whispered hoarsely, dropping the sword to hold Saejin's face in his hands. The younger man distantly registered the dull thud of metal falling to the ground before warm lips were pressed against his in a frantic kiss, a welcome relief compared to what his mouth had been occupied with moments before. The pain was reduced to a dull throbbing in the back of his throat, the heated kiss serving its purpose as a distraction as hands wandered lower, bodies pressed together, and the sword lay forgotten on the ground.
An hour or so later, Jian lay splayed out on their shared bed, Saejin curled up against his side with a look of absolute content on his face. One hand idly played at the Korean's hair, the other propping his own head up on the pillow. "I'm sorry it had to hurt, love," the words were offered into the warm air in a low whisper. Saejin stirred, one hand trailing across the magician's bare chest as a smirk played on his lips. "It's quite all right, ge. You more than made up for it."
It was Jian's turn to smirk, laughing softly. "I couldn't help myself. That had to have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Saejin purred happily, moving to sprawl comfortably on top of the older man. "I bet it'd be even sexier if I did it myself with a real sword."
"That it would," Jian agreed, laying a kiss on his forehead. Saejin closed his eyes, resting his head on the other's shoulder with a satisfied sigh. "I guess I'll just have to learn sword-swallowing after all."
Also it has a very trite ending but that's because I needed to somehow tie it together into a one shot.
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The sword-swallowing lesson had been Jian's idea- "You have no interest in anything else, so you'll learn this one or die trying!" They were outside, which had been Saejin's idea- "If you're so insistent on killing me, then I at least want witnesses to the murder!" Jian had laughed then, and kissed him, and somehow or another Saejin had found himself out in the courtyard with an attractive Chinese magician wielding a foot-long blade.
Well, not so much 'wielding' as 'holding in as unthreatening a manner as possible'. But the fact remained that Jian had a weapon-a sword-that he intended to shove down Saejin's throat. The younger man was understandably not quite comfortable with the concept, glancing around their current location nervously. "There's no one around," he noted in a shaky voice. "I said I wanted witnesses."
"All you made me promise was that we'd do this outside," Jian corrected him with a grin. "And we're outside, aren't we?" Before Saejin could run away, the Chinese man wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. "Besides, we do so enjoy our privacy, don't we, love?"
"Get off me," Saejin growled, a light flush coloring his cheeks. He made to shrug off the unwelcome arm, but Jian's grip was firm. "Saejin, qin ai de, you know I'm not going to hurt you." His free hand came up to stroke the younger man's face gently, doing his best to calm his nerves. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working.
"Not going to hurt me? You're going to cut me up from the inside!" Saejin exclaimed, again attempting to duck out of Jian's hold. Again Jian thwarted the attempt. "Don't be foolish," he scolded. It was obvious he was started to grow angry, by the way he yanked Saejin backwards, dropping his hand down to clamp around his throat. The younger man struggled weakly, but he knew it was no use.
Jian's mouth was beside his ear, whispering words of comfort as he forced Saejin's head back. "Don't be afraid, mei li," he murmured, coaxing his mouth open, long fingers stroking the pale skin of his throat.
"Ge," Saejin whimpered, the shine of tears in his eyes. "Ge ge, please." Jian only gave him a sad smile, bringing the short sword up into the air above them. The glint of the sun on the blade threw Saejin into a panic, his thin frame twisting helplessly in the older man's arms. "No. No, I won't do it!" He clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head like a petulant child. Anyone would think he was throwing a groundless temper tantrum; it was the tears that spilled onto his face that betrayed his very real fear.
Jian let the sword fall limply at his side, relaxing his hold long enough for Saejin to turn and bury his face in his shoulder, hands fisting into the front of his shirt. The magician could feel the younger man's body shaking as he mumbled pleading words against his skin. "Please, Jian, don't make me do it. I'm scared, ge, it'll hurt, please don't…"
"Shh, hai, it'll be okay, I promise," Jian reassured, rubbing soothing circles into his back. "It'll just be a moment, all you have to do is stay perfectly still and it'll all be over in a moment."
Saejin lifted his head and shook it in protest, continued to shake it even as Jian eased it backwards, a thumb sliding into the corner of his mouth to pull it open. A small whimper fell from his throat as he went limp in his lover's hold, teary eyed and trembling. Jian raised the blade once more, bringing it down into Saejin's mouth before the younger man could panic again.
"Relax, hai. Just keep your throat relaxed and try not to gag-you've had plenty of practice with that, haven't you, mei li?" He laughed at Saejin's answering scowl, stroking the hair from his forehead lovingly. "Just take slow, deep breaths. I promise you'll be fine."
I'm not so sure of that, Saejin thought bitterly to himself, eyes falling shut as he yielded his body to Jian's plan. He followed the older man's advice, focusing on keeping his breathing steady as he felt the probing tip of the sword hit the back of his throat. He didn't even notice the way his nails dug into Jian's skin, all that mattered was not gagging, not panicking, just holding perfectly still until the ordeal was over.
His eyes flew open in shock as a sudden stinging pain burst from his throat. A muffled cry came as he tried to pull away, Jian's eyes scarily dark as he forced him to keep still. "Don't move," he ordered harshly. "Unless you really do want me to cut you from the inside." Immediately Saejin was limp again, his eyes fluttering against the pain. A few shaky breaths were forced through his nose, slender hands clutching weakly at Jian's arm in a plea for relief. The older man's eyes softened, even as he pushed the sword deeper down, ever so slowly, explaining every step as he went. "That pain was the sword moving into your esophagus. Nothing's gone wrong, you'll be fine. I'll only put it in a few more inches, and then we'll be done for today…"
The running commentary didn't help, but Saejin found if he closed his eyes and tuned out the meaning of the words, Jian's voice itself was a calming force. It was easy to lose himself in the sound of it, and before he knew was happening, the cold intrusion of the blade was receding, dragging back up his throat. Another small sting of pain as it passed back into his mouth, and then it was over, a low moan falling from his lips as a shudder ran down his spine.
"Oh, god-" Jian whispered hoarsely, dropping the sword to hold Saejin's face in his hands. The younger man distantly registered the dull thud of metal falling to the ground before warm lips were pressed against his in a frantic kiss, a welcome relief compared to what his mouth had been occupied with moments before. The pain was reduced to a dull throbbing in the back of his throat, the heated kiss serving its purpose as a distraction as hands wandered lower, bodies pressed together, and the sword lay forgotten on the ground.
An hour or so later, Jian lay splayed out on their shared bed, Saejin curled up against his side with a look of absolute content on his face. One hand idly played at the Korean's hair, the other propping his own head up on the pillow. "I'm sorry it had to hurt, love," the words were offered into the warm air in a low whisper. Saejin stirred, one hand trailing across the magician's bare chest as a smirk played on his lips. "It's quite all right, ge. You more than made up for it."
It was Jian's turn to smirk, laughing softly. "I couldn't help myself. That had to have been the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Saejin purred happily, moving to sprawl comfortably on top of the older man. "I bet it'd be even sexier if I did it myself with a real sword."
"That it would," Jian agreed, laying a kiss on his forehead. Saejin closed his eyes, resting his head on the other's shoulder with a satisfied sigh. "I guess I'll just have to learn sword-swallowing after all."