"Damn it, Xingchen, breathe." Xue Yang hisses, his face as pale as his Daozhang's robes. He doesn't like how much blood is seeping down the other man's face. He doesn't like the pain he hears in Xingchen's voice! Why is that all he can cause? Isn't there anything about him that Xiao Xingchen...cared...about? Even for a little while?

"Game?" he laughs, the sound unstable and wicked and sad, "What game?" he growls and bites his cheek so hard that he tastes blood, "Daozhang, I started out toying with you, making you do awful things..." things he won't repeat now, "But that stopped being the case long before you found out who I was." he sobs and leans his head back, "I guess I just wanted you to say it didn't matter. That being with me...near me...wasn't torture."