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Wen KeXing tapped his fan into the palm of his hand impatiently. The ghosts around him stood tensely in a semi circle formation waiting for their punishments, fearing their master’s hand would curl itself around one of their necks at any moment. Wen KeXing sighed and inspected his nails, purposefully prolonging their torture. Then something tugged at his attention. As if an invisible string was tied to his wrist, drawing him elsewhere.
“Leave,” he ordered suddenly.
The ghosts blinked and wondered if they had heard him correctly.
“I said leave!” Wen KeXing shouted. The ghosts scattered with relief. For some reason their master had chosen to spare them, they didn’t dare enquire as to why. Wen KeXing rubbed at his throbbing temples. Ghost valley was an oppressive place to spend one's existence, and Wen KeXing had lived there since his childhood. Despite that, he still wasn’t completely used to the heavy, depressive atmosphere. Sometimes he imagined it would enter his lungs and choke him. There was only one thing that could make Wen KeXing smile. Zhou Zishu. He smiled at the thought as he returned to his chambers.
It had been difficult to convince Zhou Zishu to return to Ghost Valley with him at first. There was so much righteousness within him. So much...good. That slowly seeped away after Wen KeXing came to him night after night, showing him pleasures he could never have dreamed existed without Wen KeXing’s loving guidance. After that Zhou Zishu had followed him wherever he led with a willing heart.
Wen KeXing pushed open the doors to his chambers. Zhou Zishu looked up at him from the red silk bed where he was resting. He propped himself up on one arm and smiled lazily at him. He was naked from the waist up. Wen KeXing licked his lips.
“Rough day?” Zhou Zishu asked as Wen KeXing sat down on the bottom of the bed.
“Why am I surrounded by idiots?” Wen KeXing gritted out.
Zhou Zishu pushed up onto his knees behind Wen KeXing and began to massage his shoulders. Wen KeXing groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying his lover’s touch. Zhou Zishu dipped down and kissed the side of his neck softly.
“Should I be offended?” he whispered teasingly into his soulmates ear, biting the lobe playfully before straightening up once more.
“Present company is entirely excluded of course,” Wen KeXing murmured as he leaned his head back to look up at his beautiful husband. Zhou Zishu bent forward and pressed his lips to his. He tasted of cherry wine and chocolate. When he slipped his tongue into Wen KeXing’s mouth, Wen KeXing moaned.
“I have so little left to teach you,” Wen KeXing murmured when they broke free of each other.
Zhou Zishu smiled down at him. “You’ve been a very good teacher. I’m very grateful to you.”
A slow smirk spread across Wen KeXing’s face as he climbed onto the bed and faced Zhou Zishu. “Why don’t you show me how grateful you are?” he offered. Zhou Zishu came at him like a bolt of lightning. One of the things that had startled Wen KeXing the most when he had first offered himself to Zhou Zishu, was Zhou Zishu’s passionate response to him. It made him feel as though Zhou Zishu felt he would die if he couldn’t have him. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling that left him feeling dizzy and loved. He let Zhou Zishu remove his red robes and push him down onto the bed, their lips were firmly pressed together as a strong thigh worked its way between Wen KeXing’s thighs. He groaned at the delicious friction, then flipped them over and held Zhou Zishu’s hands above his head.
“Don’t forget who your master is,” Wen KeXing taunted. He ripped Zhou Zishu’s remains clothing from his body and let his eyes run over him. Zhou Zishu squirmed under his gaze but didn’t tug himself free. “You’re still my junior,” he retorted challengingly but allowed Wen KeXing to remain on top of him.
Wen KeXing was grateful for his gentle compliance. Often it wasn’t as easy to decide who should take the lead and in cases such as that the fights for supremacy would go on for days and shake the Valley to its very core. The ghosts would scatter and hope to remain hidden while their master and the man they had affectionately dubbed his pet fought violently to resolve their sexual frustrations.
This time Zhou Zishu allowed Wen KeXing to do as he pleased while he watched him intently, breathing heavily. Wen KeXing lapped at each of Zhou Zishu’s nipples then sucked each of them into his mouth in turn. Zhou Zishu sucked in a breath and arched towards his soulmates hot, wet mouth. Seeing the scars on Zhou Zishu’s chest was a horrible reminder that their time together held a fatal deadline, but Wen KeXing put the thought aside so it didn’t spoil the mood. Whatever happened in the future, they would face it together. Wen KeXing was determined to never be parted from Zhou Zishu, so if death came for his beloved counterpart, he would inevitably follow. Feeling suddenly soft and vulnerable, Wen KeXing kissed each of Zhou Zishu’s scars tenderly as he worked his way down his body. “So beautiful,” he murmured. Zhou Zishu moved around beneath him.
“Do you want something from me A-Xu? You must ask for it properly,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.
Zhou Zishu narrowed his dark eyes as Wen KeXing smirked and teasingly kissed the area directly above his erect appendage.
“Master, please…” Zhou Zhisu managed to force out at last.
“Good boy,” Wen KeXing breathed as he took him in his mouth, revelling in the feeling of his smooth silkiness against his hot tongue.
“Lao Wen,” His A-Xu moaned underneath him. He drank in the sound and let it tingle through him. Wen Ke Xing slipped free of his cock and Zhou Zishu whined. Wen KeXing held up a finger and Zhou Zishu instantly quietened. This was their eternal game. They took turns playing master and disciple. Tonight Wen KeXing was in charge. Using the oil he kept by the bed, Wen KeXing prepared himself to take Zhou Zishu’s cock. Zhou Zishu’s breathing turned jagged as he watched his master’s actions. He licked his lips with anticipation.
Wen KeXing lowered himself onto Zhou Zishu achingly slowly, rolling his hips as he opened up for him. He arched his back and moved his body seductively knowing Zhou Zishu was watching him closely with wide awe filled eyes. He loved being watched by Zhou Zishu. It made him feel powerful but also incredibly loved. He moved slowly at first until his captive begged for more then he set a punishing pace. Zhou Zishu called out his name and gripped his hips. Wen KeXing leaned down and roughly pushed Zhou Zishu’s head to the side. He latched onto his throat biting and sucking a brand against his skin.
“Who do you belong to?” he hissed against the bruised skin.
“You,” Zhou Zishu replied, his words quivered as he released them.
Wen KeXing straightened and began to move once more. Zhou Zishu reached down to wrap his hands around his master’s hard length. Wen KeXing drew in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. He ran his hands lightly over Zhou Zishu’s talented fingers encouragingly as they worked over him. He was close. Painfully close.
“Do you want it?” He asks Zhou Zishu. His lover nodded eagerly. Wen KeXing released all over Zhou Zishu’s chest with a deep roar. Strips of his white arousal lay across Zhou Zishu’s scars, temporarily hiding them from view. Wen KeXing mused he rather liked the effect. Zhou Zishu pumped up inside of him needily, an urgent reminder that his soulmate wasn’t satisfied yet.
“I know, baby, I know,” Wen KeXing soothed forgetting his stern façade as the love of his life silently pleaded to be taken care of. Wen KeXing leaned down to press his lips to Zhou Zishu’s and flick his tongue into his mouth, something he knew always drove Zhou Zishu wild when he was close to…
Zhou Zishu trembled and shook beneath him calling out Wen KeXing’s name as he came. He slipped out of Wen KeXing and their fluids mingled together on Zhou Zishu’s stomach, slowly dripping down his sides onto the bedding beneath them. Wen KeXing collapsed on top of him, licking a strip up his cheek and laughing when Zhou Zishu groaned out a complaint.
Wen KeXing kissed Zhou Zishu gently and helped him off the bed. They moved into the wash room, where their bath had already been prepared for them. They climbed into the round, rose petal covered pool of water and Wen KeXing washed Zhou Zishu carefully, kissing his skin softly and taking his time washing and rinsing his hair gently. Zhou Zishu did the same for him and they teased each other gently as they worked, too tired for it to lead to anything, but enjoying the closeness of being with one another.
They dried each other and climbed into bed completely naked. A soundless servant had helpfully changed the sheets while they bathed. Wen KeXing wrapped his arms around Zhou Zishu and nuzzled his head into his husband's soft, sweet smelling hair.
“Tomorrow I’m the master,” Zhou Zishu said sleepily. Wen KeXing laughed. “Yes, my love, tomorrow you are my master.”
Zhou Zishu sighed. “I’m deeply looking forward to it.”
Wen KeXing chuckled and pressed a kiss against his hair. “Me too, my sweet, my too.”