บท 11: Want Me To Wake It

'Oh no, did I say that out loud…' he let out a nervous laugh as he walked forward, taking the offered palm.

He was pulled to sit in between the curve of the animal and his right thigh was pressed against the beautiful man's left thigh. His body moved on its own and leaned against the warm body beside him, like he needed the touch. He relaxed his body.

"Try touching him," The king's baritone voice spoke softly against his ear, "You will feel at ease."

Ying Yue felt those fingers wrap lightly around his hand, before he felt soft fur against his skin. Slowly Wang Li pressed his palm on top of the animal, moving his hand to pat before it was only his hand left on the beast. Running his fingers through the fur, he heard Snow purred and felt the vibration against his hand. He wasn't scared and maybe it was because the Ghost King was there with him, but the animal never did hurt him.

'Maybe those bastards were hearing wrong… they just wanted to scare me,' he smirked, 'Jokes on them!'

"So soft," he mentioned and heard the soft laugh against his ear.

He felt arms wrapped around his waist and he felt his face warm up, but he welcomed the touch.

'Am I just touch starved or do I just want his touch?' He wondered as his skin singed happily, 'We haven't known one another that long and I just-'

He shut his thoughts down and breathed through his nose. He continued running his fingers through soft fur and found himself smiling. He hadn't really liked animals because they never seemed to like him, but Snow… he was purring happily. Then a thumb ran up and down the hold on his waist, causing his body to shiver.

'Focus on the fur, good kitty, good kitty,' he told himself as the movement made him bite the inside of his cheek.

The thumb turned into fingers as it moved lightly up his side before it moved back down. Then those fingers slid down to his hip and he gasped. Closing his eyes, he felt the solid unmovable left hand on his left waist, while Wang Li's right fingers played over his robes, but he swore the king was touching his skin. The hand ran over his stomach and he felt his ears heat up down to his neck. When those fingers rolled up his stomach and flattened over his heart, he gasped with his eyes opened.

"Ah Li," he grabbed the hand with both of his, body moved back to press against the black hair man's chest.

Face hot and burning, he felt his heart beating quickly as he tried to calm down. The Ghost King had felt him up and he let him… he let him do it! Something about that realization, made his body shook with anticipation and fear. Gulping a few times, he tightened his hold on the hand against his chest. He felt so embarrassed and angry at himself. He shouldn't… want this. He shouldn't… this isn't right… He… He…

"Your spirit core is low," he heard the man say softly against his ear, "It is sleeping."

"Sleeping?" Ying Yue questioned turning to the side to feel lips touch his skin.

'A spirit core? What is that?'

"Mm," Wang Li sounded watching the redness against pretty white skin, "Want me to wake it?"

Wang Li watched the golden lashes fan before him, as his wife stared with his big emerald eyes. He could see the small freckles across his cheeks and nose, barely noticeable unless up close. He saw a short nod and felt the puffs of breath against his thin lips. The Ghost King smiled and then pressed his lips on plump red ones. He licked the bottom of that mound, causing his wife to gasp in surprised. He pressed his tongue through the opened mouth, gently kneading and tasting the roof, the inner cheeks, and the tongue. Twisting and pressing, he sucked the tongue gently, earning a whimper from Ying Yue.

"Ah Yue," he whispered pulling his head back slightly to soak in the dilated emerald eyes, the flush of his face, and the way his wife was leaning in.

'So beautiful,' the words spread through his mind as the platinum blonde kissed his lips again. Thin arms wrapped around his neck, as the lean body turned to press closer to him. Chest against chest, he wrapped his arms around small waist to pull the body closer. Legs straddling his hips as he felt his wife sit on his lap.

'Ah, I should stop,' the Ghost King told himself and he let out a sigh.

How he had waited for this, for him, for his lover for so long. Just having him near made the coldness, the urge to kill, be buried underneath the hill of Ying Yue's love. He would not let him go again. All those years alone were lonely, a lone flower in the desert of death. Moving his fingers through those long golden locks, he ran his fingers lightly down the nape of his wife's neck to earn a shiver and gasped.

'Still sensitive there,' Wang Li kissed his cheek and down the jawline of his wife, before pulling back.

The Ghost King watched the way those kiss-reddened lips tucked inside as teeth held it in place. Memorized the way those green eyes watched him hungrily, as the light-colored lashes flapped with every slow blink. Letting out a satisfied smile, he rubbed his thumb across those lips that parted from the touch.

"Mm," he hummed moving his hands to place against twitchy hips, "My wife, how do you feel?"

'Wife…'

Like jumping into fresh melted snow, he felt his entire body froze.

'Wang Li just said wife… he still thought he was…' his green eyes widened as he looked at their position. He was straddling the Ghost King like a lover would, and that made him stumble off a strong lap and warm arms. Both faced one another as they sat under the plum trees under the bright sunlight.

"I…" Ying Yue started and found what he wanted to say stuck in his throat, like a rock lodge to block those words.

"Close your eyes," the king said gently and he nodded slowly.

Closing his eyes, he figured if he was going to die, then he doesn't want to know how. But with his eyes closed, he could feel something warm inside him. It felt like a hug that was alive, pulsing against something. Opening his green eyes, he turned to the man who just smiled at him.

"Is that… what was it?" He questioned and watched the man stand.

"That is your spirit core," Wang Li stated holding out his hand.

"How come I can feel it now?" Ying Yue questioned taking the offered hand, still feeling the warmth inside him, "Did you really wake it up? How did you do it?"

The Ghost King held his face with a hand, thumb gently caressing his cheek.

"By adding mine to yours," he said gently, "I will always be inside you."

Those fingers pulled away, as the Ghost King left. Still standing where he was, frozen with thoughts rushing through his mind. Wang Li, the strong beautiful man, had given him some of his spiritual power… to him, a nobody. Ying Yue blinked that information in and felt guilty for not telling him the truth. Glancing at the library, he made a sound of agreement.

He will write it out since his stupid mouth will not let him say it. As he entered the room of knowledge, he found paper and ink. He sat down and proceeded to write what he wanted to say the first time they met, but the words Wang Li said before he left rang like a bell in his head. Red faced, he placed the brush down and covered his face.

"He didn't mean it like that! Stop being so shameless," he told himself, but the words continued to play through his mind like an old record player, causing his heart to thunder as he nipped his bottom lip.

'I will always be inside you.'