Capítulo 22: I'm Sensitive There

Ying Yue was meditating for a while, deepening his relaxing state to feel the increase in his spiritual flow. It seemed with each passing day, it was easier to sense it, easier to feel it, easier to tap into it. It led to him feeling freer, less trapped, less fogged up. Like the darkness was dissipating from him. This also meant he felt less and less of Wang Li's spiritual power within him, and although it made him sad, he knew it was only there to jumpstart his.

'Wang Li,' he found himself thinking, 'I will help you.'

Quietness, stillness, followed and he felt a strange glow forming in his mind.

"Ying Yue," a voice he had not heard of before, but sounded familiar echoed, "You were chosen to bring balance, but you chose selfishness."

"What? Who are you?" He questioned.

"With your return, you must do what you were chosen for," the voice ignored his question and continued, "Bring balance. Leave."

"Leave where? Balance for what?" He asked again confusion in his voice.

"Go," the voice faded and he tried to reach for it, but there was nothing but himself.

Opening his green eyes, he felt his spirit core flowing faster through his body. He looked at his palms for a moment before standing up. Shaking whatever happened during his meditation, he picked up the sword and headed to the courtyard where the king waited for him. Smiling, he quickened his steps and heard soft music.

When he arrived, he saw the Ghost King with Snow and they looked like they were… dancing. The big cat was twirling around Wang Li's arm, up on his hind legs. Then he went on all four, low as if waiting to pounce, before flipping and jumping over the bended king. Back on his hind legs, the snow leopard looked like he was hopping with his master's movement. Another twirl and jump led to the animal panting happily and rubbing against the king's body.

Ying Yue's green eyes and heart softened.

'They must love one another to be in sync in such a way,' he breathed out and walked over to them.

Snow looked over to him and sat passively, tilting his head at the blonde.

"That was beautiful to watch," he smiled rubbing behind the big cat's ears, "Do you put on a show for the village?"

"Sometimes we do," Wang Li nodded with a smile before it slipped away, "You've grown," he stated pressing a palm against the blonde's chest. He could feel the movement of his wife's energy flowing more freely, still not as before, but much more than he estimated.

'So soon?!' He looked up to see green eyes sparkling with a grin.

"Yes!" The blonde nodded happily, "Soon I will be able to help you."

'Okay Ah Yue,' the Ghost King smiled pushing strands away from the blonde's beautiful face, 'Until then.'

His fingers glide to pull up blonde hair into a ponytail. He pulled a red ribbon to tie it in place, feeling the blonde humming against his skin. Pulling back, he kissed those lips and moved away. Chu walked over to hand him a sword and his wife ushered Snow away. Face to face with five feet away from each other, he watched determination cross those green eyes.

He lifted his sword and moved forward, dashing toward the blonde. He watched the hesitancy cross the youthful face, before courage stayed. The clang of swords sounded, and the raven-haired male pulled back to swipe at the blonde, who barely blocked the attack. He watched his wife stumble back, before the blonde steadied himself and rushed to him. He was not using his full strength, but the look in those emerald eyes… so much like before.

["Wang Li!" His wife had shouted, "What are you doing?! Stop!"

He didn't listen. He continued swinging his sword and felt his blood boiling to such a dangerous temperature. Then he felt a push, before his sword collided with another. His heated eyes looked into his lover's.

"Ah Li," those red lips whispered, "stop."]

'His eyes are so similar,' he told himself, but his wife was not sad, he was happy.

He stopped another attack from the blonde who was laughing with joy. Wang Li found his own lips stretched.

'He is happy now,' he thought smiling back, 'I will keep him happy.'

Another round, and another, until both are tired and out of breath. Ying Yue dragged his sword, arms weakened from the match, and pressed his forehead against sweaty chest. He felt a hand on his and looked over to see Hien smiling at him. Releasing his hold on the sword, the brunette took it away as her sister took Wang Li's sword.

"You did well, an improvement," he heard his husband say.

"Mm, still tired after," he wrapped his arms around the man, "I know you were holding back."

"Was I?" The king joked and he hummed.

"So tired," he closed his eyes and sighed, "You don't seem tired. Why am I?"

"Your body is still getting used to everything," he felt warm hands rubbing his back.

"Mm," he sounded and felt fingers wrapped around his nape, "Wang Li," he shrugged with a whine, "I'm sensitive there."

He heard a laugh rumbled through the man's chest, vibrating against his own. Smiling, he pulled away to stare at those beautiful silver eyes. Standing on his tiptoes, he leaned his head upward for a kiss, but the king pulled back. Frowning, he saw the mirthful lips of Wang Li's.

"I thought you were going to spoil me," he pouted with his big pleading eyes, "I am hurt, husband."

"My apologies, wife," the Ghost King tilted his head, "What do you ask of me?"

Ying Yue pointed to his lips where he was pushing them forward and back to create a kissing face.

"I want kisses," he said and the laugh from those thin lips made butterflies fly in his stomach.

"As you wish," Wang Li whispered against his lips before his mouth did as he asked.

Ying Yue didn't know how he was even breathing from how long they kissed. He didn't know how his lips were not eaten up by the king's bites. He didn't know how his tongue was not already swallowed down by his lover. All the blonde knew was that he wanted more, more kisses, more skin, more… more.

"Ah Li," he pulled back panting out red faced, "Hungry."

Glazed green eyes, flushed features, and plump wet red lips were so appetizing for the Ghost King, that he wanted to eat the meal and dessert.

'Later,' he told himself and pulled back from the blonde.

"Let us eat," he kissed his wife's knuckles and pulled him gently along with him.

Ying Yue was in a daze and realized he had told the Ghost King he was hungry. He did not mean food…

'I am the shameless one,' he felt his ears heat up, 'Wanting kisses out in the open and saying that… so openly…' he felt the hand on his moved to press against his lower back, 'Thank goodness Wang Li thought I meant food.'

They paused and his green eyes glanced at his husband to see he was looking at the entrance. Ying Yue moved his eyes to see Shen was talking to another male. Brown hair and golden eyes, he looked to be about his age instead of the young boy's. He was smiling at the white-haired boy, but Shen seemed to be straight faced as always. His hand was on the bag and the man's was on Shen's.

'Are they-' he started, but Wang Li had begun walking again toward the entrance, 'Why… why is he walking so fast?!'

"Shen," his voice was sharp, and Ying Yue looked at his lover.

"Ah, Ghost King," the brown-haired boy bowed, not removing his hold on the white-haired boy's hand, "Lovely as always."

"My king," Shen bowed tugging his hand, "Our replenishes has arrive."

"I wanted to help Ah Shen put these away, but he said I couldn't," the golden eyed man pouted, "Please Ah Shen?"

"Let him go," Wang Li said coldly as his eyes narrowed.