Yasuo, The Unforgiven

Leng Yun looks out the window, watching Yasuo work. At least the allowance went to a good place. Sake keeps the hobo warm. Meanwhile, Leng Yun is eating some dumplings with warm meat fillings.

"Xiao li!" He calls out once Yasuo is almost done. "You wrote it wrong!" A light chuckle escapes him. "Unless you mean that you are an idiot, which is quite a bold thing to write in the snow that big. Everyone can see it." A fist is made to support under his cheek as he gazes down upon the man with a loving smile. That's his favourite idiot right there.

“…………….”

He looks up. He looks down. He looks down… again, somehow. Sort of spaced out, as if he caught the air of his own dumbness and it’s temporarily paralyzed him.

Then he looked up again. “… y… YOU OWE ME 250! IT’S SO YOU REMEMBER!”

Fucking saved it.

He rolls his eyes with a smile. “Ah, you got me. I suppose I should pay with interest.” He hums.

But... food.

“Fiiiine... your... uh... xiao li long is coming up.” He really isn’t good at the dialect, and it shows. His joke probably didn’t land. “Stay cool, my friend.”

Leng Yun looks out the window, watching Yasuo work. At least the allowance went to a good place. Sake keeps the hobo warm. Meanwhile, Leng Yun is eating some dumplings with warm meat fillings.

"Xiao li!" He calls out once Yasuo is almost done. "You wrote it wrong!" A light chuckle escapes him. "Unless you mean that you are an idiot, which is quite a bold thing to write in the snow that big. Everyone can see it." A fist is made to support under his cheek as he gazes down upon the man with a loving smile. That's his favourite idiot right there.

He looks up. He looks down. He looks down... again, somehow. Sort of spaced out, as if he caught the air of his own dumbness and it’s temporarily paralyzed him.

Then he looked up again. “... y... YOU OWE ME 250! IT’S SO YOU REMEMBER!”

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

“I know, I know. By now, I have accepted you are with me for me… and my feet. Back then I was still confused about the specifics. You need not worry about that anymore.” He left a kiss on Yasuo’s cheek.

Though thoughts and doubts still haunted him, a good head dunk into a bucket of ice water usually put that to rest. And if not, he’d just wait until they went away. They’d been over this far too many times. Now Leng Yun really just wanted to cuddle his human.

“Hm, yeah, of course. Thank you for letting me get that off my chest, and thank you for not rejecting it outright. I’m glad. And I did warn you, I didn’t go fooling around in bed.” Leng Yun smiled. Did this not count as a warning? Sure it did.

“Take your time thinking about this long and hard. I will be around if you come to a decision.” He patted Yasuo on the shoulder. At least he said it. And at least Yasuo knew of it. So, really, it was a victory in Leng Yun’s book.

But maybe the confidence boost that grey face gave him had been a little too potent.

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

“You literally asked what I wanted to ‘do’!” Leng Yun said in fake, amused frustration. Tch, for a man as vulgar as Yasuo, he sure was acting like a prude right now. It was a new and highly amusing side of him. Finally a new way to tease him.

“I will only get upset if I made you uncomfortable or if I hurt you, and then I would only be upset in a ‘I worry’ way, not in a ‘frustrated’ way. I realize very well that being in my position is completely out of your expertise.” He placed a hand on Yasuo’s shoulder. Don’t worry, dragon (now human) is very considerate of human boyfriend. Just wants his human to feel good.

Yun pulled away when Yasuo mentioned ‘that’ event. He dramatically looked at the sky. “Ooh!” And back. “Don’t remind me. I still want to crumple like paper when I think back to that. I got caught so off guard by that.” Leng Yun rubbed his neck, sighing in embarrassment. “You gotta warn me before suddenly doing such things. At that time I still thought of you as straight, I figured you just wanted to blow off some steam. Seeing you try to suddenly do something like that just made me so uncomfortable I couldn’t enjoy it at all…. Oof.”

He more quietly added. “I handled that so badly, too. I’m sorry.”

“And this again...” he sighed. “Straight, not straight- Pumpkin, our balls have touched. Labels don’t apply anymore.”

Jokes aside, “Whatever title people want to give me, I’ve been with you for years now. Do you think I’m suddenly going to leave you for the next attractive maid just because I’m ‘straight’? I can be ‘straight’ and also be faithful to who I’ve chosen. Put it out of your mind already.”

“And speaking of warning people...” the ronin gave Leng Yun a pointed look, referring to their current situation. “... maybe we should put that off for now. For when the mood is right. For now let’s say we... talked about it. It’s ‘on the table’ as they say...”

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

Leng Yun huffed, a bit satisfied that he got Yasuo embarrassed. Good, that’s exactly what he was going for. Though his satisfaction turned into mild annoyance again when Yasuo said one of the most obvious things under the sun.

He took Yasuo’s hands, briefly patting the back of them before he inhaled and looked at Yasuo. “…Honey, darling, love of my life, apple of my eye….. I’m not stupid.” A pause. He let go of Yasuo’s hands. “I care about you. I know we can not just ‘do’ that. I have bottomed enough times to know that there is more to it than just the fantasy. And also that is why I asked.” Being embarrassed is one thing, stating the obvious is another. Leng Yun was more than a little experienced when it came to taking a cock.

“I will give you ample time to get used to the new sensations. You know, massages, extra lube. I will be gentle. I can also just use fingers and nothing else. I know that it’s uncomfortable the first time and it’s uncomfortable when not relaxed enough. If that is your biggest concern, then I want to ease your worries.” He nodded. “If you are just uncomfortable with the idea of being on the bottom, you can also say that. If you do not want it, I will not do it. Very simple.”

“Well you could have said that first, instead of... all the things I won’t repeat under an open sky.” And they call Yasuo ‘unromantic’. Huh!

His eyes went everywhere but on Leng Yun. Nerves. But in his ‘I’m trying to be cool’ way of showing nerves. “I’m... not against the idea... In theory.” A vague gesture was made with his hand, as if trying to gather a thought from the air itself. “But being vulnerable... you know that’s difficult for me. It’s not a matter of ‘want’ or ‘try’. Sometimes... |that is to say|, if I react poorly, I don’t want you to get upset or offended that you did something wrong.”

Being a ‘top’ wasn’t totally just a preference. It was easier for him. Being in control, or in a ‘power position’ of sorts, was more comfortable. If something went wrong it would be his fault, and he could take responsibility accordingly. But letting someone else take the lead... .... he didn’t want to admit it, but it felt scary.

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

“Do- eh?” He looked bemused and confused. “You… want to ‘do’ me. … kkhh… pfftthaahahaha!”

Maybe it was rude (it was definitely rude), but the ronin couldn’t help bursting out laughing at Yun’s phrasing. “You can’t even say it! What exactly do you want to ‘do’, pumpkin?“

His expression grew a bit surly at the response. Seriously? Yasuo knew him for HOW long and was STILL surprised by Leng Yun’s choice of words?

“You know damn well my dislike for crude language, but I most certainly can say it.” He tapped his finger against his arm. “I want to fuck your brains out. I want to watch you squirm in pleasure under me. I want to leave hickeys on you, mark you as mine. I want to make you moan and see your back arch in pleasure.”

Though after enough nastiness, his laughing turned more... embarrassed. “Ok ok stop- stop saying that shit- Yun!- Pumpkin!- |Cut it out!| Who taught you to talk like that in public?! S-shit...”

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

His brow raised. “Oh? New?” Now what could that mean. “Depends what it is, pumpkin… But I warn you, I’m not wearing any costumes. Or wigs.” He’s pretty sure no wig would ever fit him what with his real hair the way it was.

All the same, he wrapped his arms around Yun tenderly. Maybe more than usual, given that he was… you know. Human. Mortal. It’s not like he needed to, but there was a part of him that couldn’t shake the feeling he was more ‘delicate’ now, somehow. Even if it wasn’t all that true.

Oh, good, Yasuo was at least accepting his advances. A good start is half the journey. “Oh, you won’t be needing to wear anything.” Yun chuckled.

Leng Yun could feel that Yasuo was being more gentle with him and part of him was quite annoyed about it. But whatever, that’s not the matter at hand, and Leng Yun was about to suggest something that went directly against that. He held Yasuo by his waist.

In the most casual fashion he could muster, he sidled up to Yasuo, placing one arm around his waist. Fingers pressed lightly on the man's side. Before too long Leng Yun's lips found Yasuo's jaw line, kissing from there to the corner of the man's mouth.

"Hey~"

But something was different about him. Instead of Leng Yun's normally white mane, he now sported dark locks. His eyes were also changed from grey to black. As well as the blue markings around his eyes having completely disappeared.

Immediately he was wary; for a couple of reasons. One; while he did recognize Yun's voice, he was using his alias. So something might be amiss. Then two; when he turned to look at him, the man running toward him, at least for a prolonged moment, did not look like Leng Yun immediately. This quickly had him tensing up all over, reaching for his blade.

A shapeshifter?! Or some more fae magics?!

Leng Yun thoroughly enjoyed the confused expression on Yasuo’s face. That’s exactly what he expected from someone who just heard the news. Like it was really so difficult to think of Leng Yun as just a dude. Ah, maybe it was the hair colour that just threw him off. Hehehe.

What Leng Yun did not expect was for Yasuo to DROP HIS SWORD and hold Yun just a smidge too tightly. Was he about to be assassinated? Was Yasuo taking an arrow for him? What’s happening!? Help!

Leng Yun dared not speak, only awaiting with increasing anxiety what was to happen. When almost a minute was up, Leng Yun realized that, at least, it was not an assassination. So he began to feel a bit awkward until Yasuo spoke, then the anxiety came back.

“U-uh… yes. I am a normal Ionian man, like you. Only without wind magic by my side.” His voice sounded uncertain, unlike before. “Is that bad? Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no, of course not...” he breathed out, loosening his grip a little. “... I just... panicked for a moment. At the thought of how vulnerable you are, all of a sudden...”

Slowly pulling back, but not fully breaking away, Yasuo brought his hands from Yun’s back holding him instead up to his face, cupping the sides of his head to gently lead it around a little for inspection. His own eyes were still darting around in tiny but rapid movements as he searched, the anxiety in him examining all the features he’d studied in the years they’d now known one another.

If it wasn’t the real Leng Yun, it sure was a really good copy. But no, he didn’t doubt it was him. Who else would be so laid back about such a sudden transformation?

But something was different about him. Instead of Leng Yun's normally white mane, he now sported dark locks. His eyes were also changed from grey to black. As well as the blue markings around his eyes having completely disappeared.

Immediately he was wary; for a couple of reasons. One; while he did recognize Yun's voice, he was using his alias. So something might be amiss. Then two; when he turned to look at him, the man running toward him, at least for a prolonged moment, did not look like Leng Yun immediately. This quickly had him tensing up all over, reaching for his blade.

A shapeshifter?! Or some more fae magics?!

“I’m human!”

Leng Yun briefly lowered his arms, twirling around once before re-presenting himself to Yasuo.

“A mage came by and just made me human for a while. I’m all warm and the world is so much more vibrant. I can see so many colours so clearly and-” He paused, leaning in a bit. His eyes scanned Yasuo’s. “Your eyes are so pretty. I have never seen them like that.” He said with admiration.

But unfortunately, despite all its effort, the connection was a failure.

(The internet doesn’t exist in Runeterra, you see... And it wouldn’t have helped him anyway.)

“Buh... but... you-”

Then suddenly, despite the ridiculousness of the situation, a terrible thought occurred to him. And without thinking any further he dropped his sword and closed the distance between them to hold Yun tightly in his arms, eyes looking in every direction in panic.

Oh. He’s serious. Yasuo’s face stiffens slightly at the mention of Taohua, but he doesn’t betray much else about his thoughts on that. Or he tries not to, anyway.

“Do you really believe that?”

“Partially, yes.” He shrugs. “I have been thinking about it on and off for a while, and lately it has resurfaced again. I keep thinking that, perhaps if I had just talked it out, we could have all gone our merry way, you know. That I overreacted. Maybe I should go back and apologize.”

“Time has a habit... of changing the way we remember things” he eventually responded. “In little ways, usually. Playing through the same circumstance over and over in your mind... wishing for a different outcome.”

He knew that all too well...

“It’s complicated. Sometimes the past has a life of its own, it feels like. And legs to chase with. ... I can’t tell you how you should feel or what you should do, Leng Yun. But maybe meditate on it awhile.”

Yasuo’s arm gently slung itself around Yun’s waist, pulling him close to comfort him. “Whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”