Yu Xi moved, trying to push himself up and get a change of clothes. Jian Ci saw his own hand shoot out and clamp around the back of Yu Xi's neck, hot and possessive. The grip wasn't gentle.
His other self's lips were on Yu Xi's throat in an instant. He didn't kiss him. He bit him his teeth sinking into the tender skin where pulse beat wild and frantic. A groan, raw and torn, ripped from Yu Xi's chest.
And Jian Ci's energy… the psychic tempest that had briefly stilled… it surged again.
It wasn't chaos anymore. It was a violet, violent pressure, a focused intent that wrapped around Yu Xi's golden light and squeezed. Jian Ci watched, horrified, as Yu Xi's back arched, his body bowing into the bite, offering his throat like a fucking sacrifice. A whispered, broken word escaped him. "Gege…"
The world dissolved into fractured light and a sound like tearing silk.
