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It had been two days since the mission to rescue Zhou Zishu from Prince Jin had succeeded and since the Grand Wizard announced that he could heal him from the curse of the Nails of Seven Torments.
Because of the good news, everyone's spirits were high. Once the injuries caused by the torture Zhou Zishu had undergone in the Window of Heaven's dungeon were healed, they drank, ate, and celebrated.
Endless jars of liquor and empty plates piled up on the table as they talked, and even some seeds and nuts had ended up scattered on the floor. They toasted to one another for any reason they would come up with, clumsily spilling wine over the rings of their cups.
Such moments of pure joy were scarce in life; thus, each one let go of their burdens, and focused on enjoying the good alcohol and better company.
However, late into the night, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing retreated to their bedchamber. As they got up from the table, and announced that they would be heading to bed, Jing Beiyuan, more than a little tipsy, teased Zhou Zishu.
"Any other time, Zishu, you would have stayed until sunrise." His words bordered on slurred, and yet, the fondness in the way he said them was unmistakable.
Wu Xi, on his side, hid a smile behind a cup of wine.
Wen Kexing grinned mischievously, and made a show of taking Zhou Zishu's hand. "Now he has a spouse to tend to."
At that, Zhou Zishu hit his arm lightly. "What spouse?"
Jing Beiyuan chuckled, and poured another cup for him and Wu Xi, letting the other pair go.
They were also tipsy, and stumbled upon their steps as they made their way through the corridors until they reached their room.
Once inside, Zhou Zishu laid on the bed without even changing into sleeping clothes, closing his eyes to let sleep claim him.
Not long after, he had already started dozing off, when Wen Kexing laid by his side.
"A-Xu." The man called him, dragging the last syllable. His breath still smelled like alcohol, but it was not unpleasant.
"Mmh?" He did not even bother to open his eyes. Instead, he shifted until he found a more comfortable position to sleep, and then lazily got rid of his boots using his feet.
"I almost lost you again."
"You didn't, you saved me. Go to sleep."
A moment of silence went by, and Zhou Zishu assumed Wen Kexing had fallen asleep, but soon was proven wrong.
Lovingly, Wen Kexing suddenly kissed his neck, and used his left hand to cover almost all of his waist and pull him closer to himself.
He weakly attempted to push him away, but the grip on his waist tightened, and the mouth on his neck sucked on a spot that rapidly set his skin afire.
His body quickly responding to the other's touch, sleep easily became a forgotten matter.
Zhou Zishu let out a small groan, and Wen Kexing took it as encouragement; his kisses became more hurried and deeper. He bit, then sucked on a spot below his jawline, causing the other to shiver ever so slightly.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Zishu questioned him, but he did not sound like he wanted Wen Kexing to stop. If anything, the way he further bared his neck was an indication of the opposite.
Having the permission to continue, Wen Kexing felt invigorated. He placed himself just above the other man, his forearms on the bed holding up the weight of his upper body.
He met the other's lips then. His tongue not waiting for the permission to enter his mouth, he kissed him deeply; then bit his bottom lip until it bled. Zhou Zishu responded to the kiss with as much enthusiasm, tasting the alcohol that lingered in Wen Kexing's mouth mixed with his own blood.
They spent a while just kissing, teeth sometimes clashing in a clumsy manner, but they paid it no mind; as both were too lost in the overwhelming need to be sure of each other.
"A-Xu," Wen Kexing breathed harshly, "I want to have all of you."
Zhou Zishu inhaled, half-lidded eyes looking at him without wandering. "Then take it."
Wen Kexing claimed his mouth again, lowering himself until their bodies were touching almost everywhere. This time he kissed him gently, in an attempt to show Zhou Zishu that his desire was not only out of lust, but out of a lifetime worth of adoration.
He wanted to savor every inch of his body, trace all of his skin, hear every whine and moan he could manage; but he also wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible, to exist within him and be connected in a way no one but lovers could ever be.
He had had some flimsy hookups in his life, but that had been his past. They had all been superficial; just him toying with other men to sate his carnal desires. At that time, he did not think he deserved having someone to come back home to; now he knew he did.
Zhou Zishu was good, he was radiant with light. And he only ever wanted to spend every waking moment showing him that he could be good for him too.
Just for an instant, he stared at the man beneath him; he felt drunk on his beauty, on his goodness. Tenderly, he touched his cheek with his knuckles, smiling fondly when he leaned into the touch.
Kissing the tip of his nose, he heard a giggle.
"Are you like this with all your flings?"
Oh, was Zhou Zishu jealous? Wen Kexing decided to file that information away for later use; that would make for some teasing in the future.
"No," he answered, surely, "only with my lover."
The gaze he got in return was all the reward he ever wanted in exchange for his honesty. Zhou Zishu looked at him like an open book; baring all his own vulnerabilities and pains for him to behold. Unafraid of judgement or mockery, he trusted him wholly.
Just like him, Zhou Zishu had never had someone whom he could trust to hold his heart. In his gaze, he witnessed the moment it came to him; he deserved love too. And he had it, every fiber in Wen Kexing's being vibrated with the love he felt for him.
Two men, broken and patched up in their own ways, with burdens heavier than the mountains in the distance, had somehow found the single piece that had been missing in each other.
Now they were both whole again. Although some cracks could still be seen, they held each other together.
They did not need anything that the other could not offer.
Wen Kexing kissed his nose again, then his cheek and his jaw, and though the action started as playful, along the way it became calmer, almost languid.
He tasted the beads of sweat pooled in his shoulder, then moved across his collarbones until his mouth stopped on the exposed skin of his chest. A hand found its way to his own hair, and he took his time biting, sucking and licking on every free spot his tongue touched, until blotches of purple started appearing here and there.
A low whine came out of Zhou Zishu's lips, and his lower body involuntarily rose from the bed to meet Wen Kexing's; seeking friction on his crotch.
"Easy, my love." Wen Kexing pushed his hips back onto the bed, wanting to take his time to enjoy every sensation, every feeling shared between the two.
They had never gone past grinding and getting each other off while still fully clothed; so tonight, Wen Kexing longed to do it well. He wished to erase the memory of every meaningless sexual encounter he had lived in the past; as well as the remaining traces of other hands on Zhou Zishu's skin.
He removed his outer robes, still reeking of the day's wine, and proceeded to make away with Zhou Zishu's.
He was visibly eager, and took it off without much difficulty.
They were both left in their inner clothes, and it almost drove Wen Kexing crazy to realize Zhou Zishu's white robes were almost translucent, not leaving much to imagination as the perked nubs of his nipples made two dents on the fabric.
He latched onto one, suckling through the thin layer of clothing, biting on it, then pinched the other with his thumb and index finger. Zhou Zishu arched his body as if to offer Wen Kexing more access; it was not really possible anymore.
His ministrations continued relentlessly, then he sneaked his hand under his robe, spreading it on his stomach, feeling the heated skin under his palm. He continued exploring until his hand came to rest on his back, raising his weight from the bed ever so slightly, with no exertion at all.
Zhou Zishu's breath came in erratic pants, too lost in pleasure to control his emotions anymore. Wen Kexing had never wanted anything more than this; to see his soulmate in his more vulnerable state.
He moved his hand downwards across his spine until he slid it under his pants, feeling the flesh of his ass. He squeezed a round cheek playfully, and Zhou Zishu seemed to find it pleasurable; if the high whine he let out was anything to go by.
"You're a menace." Zhou Zishu barely managed to say those words, Wen Kexing went further and poked his entrance in retaliation.
That froze the older man in an instant, a plea got caught in his throat.
"Patience."
In one swift move, Wen Kexing discarded Zhou Zishu's pants, exposing his long, slender legs, his clenched toes, his fleshy thighs and hard member.
All for him to take.
He was fascinated, having Lord Zhou, former ruthless leader of the Window of Heaven, completely pliant under him. He had given himself completely, unabashedly so.
Wen Kexing came back up, kissed him on the lips for a long period of time, a hand keeping Zhou Zishu anchored to the bed.
After they separated from the kiss, a single thread of saliva still tied them together. Looking straight into his eyes, he professed his love; swore there would never come a day in which he would not live to make him happy and keep him safe.
Maybe it was a silly thing to promise a peerless fighter safety, but even he, the Ghost Valley Chief, knew that the tougher warriors also need a place to crash and let their guards down.
Going for a kiss again, he clumsily grabbed the small bottle of oil he had placed somewhere on the bed. He poured a considerable amount of it on his fingers, then hooked Zhou Zishu's leg on the underside of his elbow.
He touched Zhou Zishu's opening with a wet finger, and separated from the kiss to watch all of his reactions. Pushing his way in, he stared in awe as the man's brows scrunched up, as his mouth was frozen open, and his eyelids closed.
Once he had managed to insert his middle finger, he took it out and pushed it back in several times, letting him adjust to the intrusion.
He heard blabbering that sounded a lot like more, so he complied. He inserted one more finger slowly, and then a last one. He spread them ever so slightly, opening him up and loosening the muscles in his private area as much as he could.
He established a steady rythm, a scratch on his forearm the greatest feedback he had received.
When he had been with other men, he barely ever took their own pleasure into consideration. He only remained with them until he was satisfied; then he would toss them some money and leave.
Right now, though, all he wanted was to make his partner feel good. So, he went faster with his fingers, and when he saw the telltale signs that he was close to coming, he pulled them out.
"Lao Wen, please." Zhou Zishu whined, so high-pitched Wen Kexing could not wait to tease him for it.
He discarded his pants, and stood up on his knees to pour oil onto his cock. Through bleary eyes, Zhou Zishu watched him, a hungry look on his face that almost ignited something feral inside Wen Kexing.
He looked as the man licked his own lips, and attempted to sneak a hand to touch himself.
"No-oh." Wen Kexing said in a sing-song voice, then tenderly grabbed him by the wrists, and put his hands above his head, pinning him in that position.
Still in his sheer upper robes, with lovebites adorning his skin, a rose blush on his cheeks, half-open mouth and unfocused eyes, Zhou Zishu looked beautifully obscene. A perfect balance between a saint and a devil.
Finally, Wen Kexing lined up his length with Zhou Zishu's entrance, and ever so slowly, pushed in.
Zhou Zishu's face contorted with the ache, but did not look like he found any displeasure in it. Then Wen Kexing bottomed out, and stayed still for a while as they got used to the feeling.
He started moving, slowly pulling out and then going back in. He let go of Zhou Zishu's wrists in order to hold his hips as he gradually increased his pace and his thrusts gained momentum.
Desperate, Zhou Zishu surrounded Wen Kexing's hips with his legs; hooking his ankles behind his back, he pulled him closer.
The new position provided for a better angle, and Wen Kexing started thrusting inside him in a fast tempo until he found a steady pace.
He knew he had hit the sensitive spot inside Zhou Zishu when the man put an arm over his mouth, and silenced a moan with the hem of his sleeve.
"My love, I want to hear every sound you make." Wen Kexing managed to say as he pushed his arm away. He thought he had seen the most beautiful living creature as he gazed into his deep, tearful eyes, and found nothing but trust in them. "Don't hold back."
At those words, Zhou Zishu quite literally whimpered; it made Wen Kexing halt his movements for a moment. He quickly recovered his rythm, though, and loud whines and more whimpers filled the room until it became overwhelming. He absentmindedly hoped their hosts were not within earshot.
He felt almost like he had been drugged, enticed by the sensation of skin against skin, of being completely wrapped in Zhou Zishu's warmth, of being the one provoking his incoherent pleas of more and faster and there.
Soon, he felt Zhou Zishu tighten around his cock. Maybe it was the romantic in him, but he could swear the world stood still as he watched the other reach his orgasm.
His eyes squeezed shut, he arched his back obscenely, his hands fisted the thin mat beneath him, his own cock spluttered hot, white strings of cum all over his clothes and the small patch of tummy that his parted robes allowed to be seen.
The tough man falling apart was a mesmerizing sight, and Wen Kexing was the only one in such a vast world allowed to see it. The thought alone almost made him come as well.
He kept his pace through his lover's orgasm, and then became quicker and a little erratic as he could feel his own climax building up.
Not long after, he was coming inside Zhou Zishu, filling him up with his own essence, making him squirm under him.
He pulled out gently, trying not to worsen the burn Zhou Zishu must have definitely been feeling, and plopped down on the bed.
Exhausted from the exertion, he did not bother to clean himself or the other man, and just pulled him into his embrace.
He smiled stupidly, and kissed all over Zhou Zishu's face, making him giggle.
"Will you let me sleep now?" The man whispered, as if he had not been utterly lost in pleasure mere minutes ago.
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As morning came, Wen Kexing woke to the surprise that the other side on the bed was empty. Zhou Zishu had already woken up, and sat on a stool just before the bronze mirror.
His hair was damp and he had different robes on, so Wen Kexing assumed he had already washed up.
It was such a domestic sight; something inside him clicked into place. He never imagined something so mundane would make him feel as though he was the luckiest man on earth.
Standing up, he tied his own robes around his waist, and approached his beloved. He bent down to hug him by his shoulders, palms splayed on his chest and under his robes, feeling the spots where he knew he had left his mark the night before.
He placed a light kiss on the portion of skin where his robes had slid down to expose his right shoulder. Zhou Zishu closed his eyes, and for that moment, they did not say anything. They just stayed still, enjoying each other's presence and relishing in the knowledge that for now, both were safe and sound.
Wen Kexing stretched his arm and grabbed a comb from the table in front of them, then separated from Zhou Zishu. The latter spoke in a voice so low, almost like he did not want to disturb the stillness of the morning.
"I have nineteen children in my sect now, will you share some of my burden?"
Wen Kexing combed his hair, untangling some knots with gentleness. Long and silky, he loved to feel it between his fingers.
"Evidently." He responded, splitting his hair, and putting it in a bun on top of his head.
He continued combing the portion if hair that was still loose, then he spoke again. He questioned how, in the moment he appeared to rescue him from General Duan and his soldiers, there was no surprise etched on his face.
"What was there to be surprised about?" Zhou Zishu smiled softly, and Wen Kexing's hands stopped working on his hair. Unmoving, he wanted to focus all his attention on his next words. "I did not know how, or when you would come. But I did know that you would come for me."
The certainty in his statement almost knocked the breath out of Wen Kexing.
Certainty, security. All he had ever longed but never dared to even dream about.
The most precious gift he had kept from his parents remained in his own head. So, to show his own commitment, he took it from its original place, and put it across Zhou Zishu's own bun. The man looked at it on the bronze mirror, then gazed down almost shyly. Wen Kexing only continued combing his hair until he was satisfied with the result.
Surprising him, Zhou Zishu turned around, and pulled him down by the lapels of his robes, then kissed him deeply.
Their foreheads came to rest against each other after they pulled away from the kiss, then smiles took over their faces.
Life had never been so sweet.