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[#177] Nemesis (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: #177 – Nemesis
Title: Nemesis
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: 17+
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
“I don’t think this is going to work the way you want it to, Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng observed, walking the length of the runway.
The empty venue was a hollowed-out carcass, all dangling wires and exposed rails where movable lighting would be attached. Their hired crew worked around them, giving the stage wide berth, respectful of Huaisang’s vision after Jiang Cheng had verbally eviscerated one poor idiot for shooting his mouth off about how stupid this gig was to start with, even if the pay was decent.
Huaisang hid his face behind his fan so Jiang Cheng wouldn’t see his smirk. Already word was spreading from their crew to the venue’s own staff about Jiang Cheng. And Mo Xuanyu.
The younger man emerged from the back stage area to join Jiang Cheng on the runway. He wore his own clothes, tattered skinny jeans that were mostly holes, and a very thin, baggy t-shirt that exposed both his collar bones. His deep brown hair, with its sun-lightened streaks, was braided in a single tail that stopped just above his backside.
If Bambi had been given a human form it would be this, he decided, watching Mo Xuanyu pick a path to Jiang Cheng’s side. Even in his heels, the younger man only came to Jiang Cheng’s nose. Which made him even shorter than Nie Huaisang. The perfect size for him to …
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Mo Xuanyu said, his voice wavering uncertainly. “So many people are going to be here. Staring at me.”
Jiang Cheng scoffed and gave the kid a look. “Then why’d you sign a contract with Huaisang? You’re really going to screw him over if you wuss out now.”
Mo Xuanyu’s shoulders hunched and Nie Huaisang wanted to jump up on the stage and whack Jiang Cheng with his fan. How dare he upset A-Yu! Couldn’t he see how nervous A-Yu was?
“But what …,” Mo Xuanyu hesitated, chewing on his lower lip, his fingers twisting together. “What if someone rude is in the audience?”
Jiang Cheng snorted. “Kid, you want your worst enemy in the audience. You want to be up on this stage, looking your absolute best, staring down at your nemesis like they’re dirt beneath your feet.”
Nie Huaisang watched as A-Yu’s eyes widened and his shoulders straightened a bit. He had to use the fan to actually fan himself. A-Yu’s doe-like eyes were going to be the death of him. Especially when they had that hero-worship dewiness aimed at Jiang damn-him-to-hell Cheng.
“W-what do you mean?”
Jiang Cheng smirked and looked directly at Nie Huaisang. He pointed. “You’re the nemesis in question. Pick a seat. Let’s show your starlet how it’s done.”
Nie Huaisang gave a laugh, marveling at his own ability to not die on the spot as A-Yu startled, surprised to see him standing there. The blush that stole over the young model’s cheeks was entirely too innocent.
Huaisang suddenly felt like a pervert.
Which he was, if one judged by the contents of his vintage porn collection. But he’d never really felt that way. Not until his sweet A-Yu looked so surprised to see him standing there.
“Of course, Jiang Cheng,” Huaisang replied. “A-Yu, pay close attention. Jiang Cheng is one of the best.”
Mo Xuanyu bowed repeatedly, babbling thanks to them both as Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and commanded him to stand right there, at the end of the runway, and watch. Nie Huaisang dropped down into the nearest chair and tried not to die.
They waited in silence, Nie Huaisang in the seats, Mo Xuanyu on the stage. The tension climbed. Just when it was getting unbearable, Jiang Cheng emerged.
He hadn’t changed his clothes at all. He hadn’t turned on any music or even retied his ponytail. He merely strutted down the runway in a saucy saunter, aloof and untouchable as a fairy king come to life.
When he reached the very end, he served Nie Huaisang such a look of simmering scorn that a hole was very nearly scorched through Huaisang’s fan. Jiang Cheng gave the same look to Mo Xuanyu, who almost fell backwards off the stage. Then he went back the way he’d come, disappearing behind the curtain without fanfare.
“Wow,” Mo Xuanyu whispered, shivering slightly. “That was …”
Nie Huaisang could only agree. “He is one of the best, after all.”
The man himself stomped back out, no trace of the scornful fairy king present. “Now you,” he commanded, pointing to Mo Xuanyu, then jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “I want the same levels of smolder and at least half the swagger or I’m making you eat Huaisang’s cooking tonight.”
Mo Xuanyu didn’t even pause to register the joke, he scampered past Jiang Cheng and behind the curtain as if he’d been lashed with a whip. Jiang Cheng stared after him and then turned to Nie Huaisang, raising an eye brow.
“He’s you’re choice?”
It was clear from the tone that Jiang Cheng meant choice as in romantic partner, not for model. Logically, Nie Huaisang knew that Mo Xuanyu would have no way of knowing that if he overheard them. But still. He blushed to the roots of his hair and hid behind his fan.
He heard Jiang Cheng’s sigh. Then he heard the heavy swish of the curtain and peeked over the fan. And promptly forgot everything else.
Mo Xuanyu didn’t saunter as Jiang Cheng had. He swayed. He floated. If you could strut while floating, anyway. He seemed to glide in slow motion, every movement pure deliberate grace.
When he came to the end of the runway, he gave Nie Huaisang such an intense look of superiority that Huaisang, for probably the first time in his life, dropped his fan. He snatched it up with a squeak and bolted, his brain a buzz of static.
Jiang Cheng watched his best friend disappear from the venue and turned to Mo Xuanyu, who’d immediately lost his model’s aura the moment Nie Huaisang had bolted.
“Well done, kid!” He approved. Then he gave the younger man a shark’s smile. “Looks like it’s just you and me. This is the perfect time to practice. Do that ten more times.”
Theme Prompt: #177 – Nemesis
Title: Nemesis
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: 17+
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
“I don’t think this is going to work the way you want it to, Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng observed, walking the length of the runway.
The empty venue was a hollowed-out carcass, all dangling wires and exposed rails where movable lighting would be attached. Their hired crew worked around them, giving the stage wide berth, respectful of Huaisang’s vision after Jiang Cheng had verbally eviscerated one poor idiot for shooting his mouth off about how stupid this gig was to start with, even if the pay was decent.
Huaisang hid his face behind his fan so Jiang Cheng wouldn’t see his smirk. Already word was spreading from their crew to the venue’s own staff about Jiang Cheng. And Mo Xuanyu.
The younger man emerged from the back stage area to join Jiang Cheng on the runway. He wore his own clothes, tattered skinny jeans that were mostly holes, and a very thin, baggy t-shirt that exposed both his collar bones. His deep brown hair, with its sun-lightened streaks, was braided in a single tail that stopped just above his backside.
If Bambi had been given a human form it would be this, he decided, watching Mo Xuanyu pick a path to Jiang Cheng’s side. Even in his heels, the younger man only came to Jiang Cheng’s nose. Which made him even shorter than Nie Huaisang. The perfect size for him to …
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Mo Xuanyu said, his voice wavering uncertainly. “So many people are going to be here. Staring at me.”
Jiang Cheng scoffed and gave the kid a look. “Then why’d you sign a contract with Huaisang? You’re really going to screw him over if you wuss out now.”
Mo Xuanyu’s shoulders hunched and Nie Huaisang wanted to jump up on the stage and whack Jiang Cheng with his fan. How dare he upset A-Yu! Couldn’t he see how nervous A-Yu was?
“But what …,” Mo Xuanyu hesitated, chewing on his lower lip, his fingers twisting together. “What if someone rude is in the audience?”
Jiang Cheng snorted. “Kid, you want your worst enemy in the audience. You want to be up on this stage, looking your absolute best, staring down at your nemesis like they’re dirt beneath your feet.”
Nie Huaisang watched as A-Yu’s eyes widened and his shoulders straightened a bit. He had to use the fan to actually fan himself. A-Yu’s doe-like eyes were going to be the death of him. Especially when they had that hero-worship dewiness aimed at Jiang damn-him-to-hell Cheng.
“W-what do you mean?”
Jiang Cheng smirked and looked directly at Nie Huaisang. He pointed. “You’re the nemesis in question. Pick a seat. Let’s show your starlet how it’s done.”
Nie Huaisang gave a laugh, marveling at his own ability to not die on the spot as A-Yu startled, surprised to see him standing there. The blush that stole over the young model’s cheeks was entirely too innocent.
Huaisang suddenly felt like a pervert.
Which he was, if one judged by the contents of his vintage porn collection. But he’d never really felt that way. Not until his sweet A-Yu looked so surprised to see him standing there.
“Of course, Jiang Cheng,” Huaisang replied. “A-Yu, pay close attention. Jiang Cheng is one of the best.”
Mo Xuanyu bowed repeatedly, babbling thanks to them both as Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and commanded him to stand right there, at the end of the runway, and watch. Nie Huaisang dropped down into the nearest chair and tried not to die.
They waited in silence, Nie Huaisang in the seats, Mo Xuanyu on the stage. The tension climbed. Just when it was getting unbearable, Jiang Cheng emerged.
He hadn’t changed his clothes at all. He hadn’t turned on any music or even retied his ponytail. He merely strutted down the runway in a saucy saunter, aloof and untouchable as a fairy king come to life.
When he reached the very end, he served Nie Huaisang such a look of simmering scorn that a hole was very nearly scorched through Huaisang’s fan. Jiang Cheng gave the same look to Mo Xuanyu, who almost fell backwards off the stage. Then he went back the way he’d come, disappearing behind the curtain without fanfare.
“Wow,” Mo Xuanyu whispered, shivering slightly. “That was …”
Nie Huaisang could only agree. “He is one of the best, after all.”
The man himself stomped back out, no trace of the scornful fairy king present. “Now you,” he commanded, pointing to Mo Xuanyu, then jerking his thumb over his shoulder. “I want the same levels of smolder and at least half the swagger or I’m making you eat Huaisang’s cooking tonight.”
Mo Xuanyu didn’t even pause to register the joke, he scampered past Jiang Cheng and behind the curtain as if he’d been lashed with a whip. Jiang Cheng stared after him and then turned to Nie Huaisang, raising an eye brow.
“He’s you’re choice?”
It was clear from the tone that Jiang Cheng meant choice as in romantic partner, not for model. Logically, Nie Huaisang knew that Mo Xuanyu would have no way of knowing that if he overheard them. But still. He blushed to the roots of his hair and hid behind his fan.
He heard Jiang Cheng’s sigh. Then he heard the heavy swish of the curtain and peeked over the fan. And promptly forgot everything else.
Mo Xuanyu didn’t saunter as Jiang Cheng had. He swayed. He floated. If you could strut while floating, anyway. He seemed to glide in slow motion, every movement pure deliberate grace.
When he came to the end of the runway, he gave Nie Huaisang such an intense look of superiority that Huaisang, for probably the first time in his life, dropped his fan. He snatched it up with a squeak and bolted, his brain a buzz of static.
Jiang Cheng watched his best friend disappear from the venue and turned to Mo Xuanyu, who’d immediately lost his model’s aura the moment Nie Huaisang had bolted.
“Well done, kid!” He approved. Then he gave the younger man a shark’s smile. “Looks like it’s just you and me. This is the perfect time to practice. Do that ten more times.”
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