Chapter 70 - Delicious

"I called you beautiful, my king, Wang Li, Ah Li," he singsong with a grin. His king laughed and let him go, but he pushed the raven-haired male, "You, my beautiful Ghost King, is a spoiled rotten king."

Quickly walking around to hide behind the platinum blonde, he stuck out his tongue playfully.

"Ying Yue, come," Wang Li called and he held onto the Heaven Chosen's shoulder.

"Protect me, Ah Yue," Sheng Shui begged but his lips were spread into a smile, "My king is terribly rude to me and I've worked so hard to make him all these nice clothes."

"Ah Li…"

"Ah Yue, come."

"But…"

"Ying-"

"No."

"No?"

"Ah Shui worked hard on all these clothing. Please do not ruin them, including the one you are wearing," Ying Yue paused and let his eyes roamed down the tunic his lover wore, "You do look very beautiful."

He watched the smile spread across the silver eyed man's face and he returned the smile. Wang Li walked forward and glanced at the bronzed eyed male.

"Sheng Shui is the only one I trust to do this for me," the king admitted and the orange eyed male perked up.

"Does that mean you forgive me, Ah Li, my king?" The blonde seam master grinned.

"Since Ah Yue wish it of me, then I will," the Ghost King pulled his lover against him and sent a sly smirk at the topaz eyed male, "Count yourself lucky, Ah Shui."

"I shall bow at your feet, Ah Yue."

"What? No, no, there is no need, Ah Shui," Ying Yue turned to the other blonde, "You have done much for Wang Li and those in the village. I thank you."

Ying Yue proceeded to bow, but Sheng Shui laughed as he held him up. The door to the shop opened and a young lady walked in with wavy purple hair.

"Oh no, it's her…" Sheng Shui mumbled under his breath not turning to the female quite yet.

"What is wrong, Ah Shui?" Ying Yue asked.

"She is my most difficult client and takes so long! One time it took me an entire day working with her and she did not purchase anything."

"Sheng Shui," the female called out and greeted the other two, "My king, Sir."

Ying Yue was about to open his mouth and greet back, but the other blonde shook his head and pushed him away.

"Trust me, I am saving you," the seam master stated and with one last push, he pasted a smile and turned to the female.

Ying Yue just stared for a moment. Did Sheng Shui not just say the female was his hardest client? Did he not want Ying Yue's help? He felt arms wrapped around him and he looked up.

"I want you to try this on, Ah Yue. I believe you would look beautiful in it," his lover smiled at him and pulled him to that same white robe with golden laces. Wang Li pulled it off the display and pulled him toward the door. He smiled and nodded, as he entered the small room to change into the robe.

However, Wang Li had stepped in and closed the door behind him. There were very little room for them and he could feel the heat from his lover… or was that him?

"Let me help you," the king's voice ghosted over his face and he fluttered his lashes. Hands slid down his chest to pause at the sash holding his robe together. A pause, a nod, and then a pull to loosen his outfit.

He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of his lover's warm palm gliding over the thin fabric of his inner robe. Hands paused at his hips and he opened his golden eyes to see the intensity of those silver ones watching him with need.

Licking his lips, Wang Li kissed him softly and slowly. Deep strokes of tongue entered his mouth and licked every dips. Ying Yue wrapped his arms around his king's neck and pulled him closer. He  moaned when he felt hands squeezed his ass.

"Ah… Ah… Ah Li," Ying Yue panted softly feeling the hardness against his own, "We… not here."

The Ghost King kissed and pressed his hips against him harder, making him clutch tightly to the king's shoulder. Gasps were sucked out of his mouth and his legs were starting to shake. He tried to turn away to avoid those deadly lips, but Wang Li was on a mission to make him die by capturing his lips repeatedly.

His mind was getting light from the lack of oxygen, so the only thing holding him up was the wall and the press of his lover.

"My apologies, Ah Yue," Wang Li kept him pressed to the wall with hands at his hips, "I miss touching you and seeing you when I wake."

Wang Li ran his fingers across his lover's milky freckled cheeks and watched the flutter of golden lashes. Kissing the top of the blonde's forehead, he stepped back slowly to make sure Ying Yue was able to stand on his own. Once he was satisfied his lover was okay, he stepped out of the room and closed the door.

Wiping his face, he crossed his arms and closed his silver eyes.

'He told me not here… and I kept… What's wrong with me? Why do I just want to-'

'-eat him, taste his entire bone, break him, grind him into dust. He is nothing. He is weak.'

He opened his eyes narrowly and felt the heat of blood reaching the mark Ye Wu made under his left eye. Taking deep breaths, he continued to do so until he could hear Sheng Shui speaking with the female instead of his own heartbeat boiling with rage. He continued to do so, until he could feel Ying Yue's sliver of energy wrapped around his own. He continued until he could feel the guilt of what he had done to his best friend fill his soul.

"Ah Li," the soft voice sounded behind him and he turned, only to have his breath knocked out of him.

Ying Yue looked eloquent and elegant, as if the robe were made for him. He was itching to just throw the blonde over his shoulder and ravage him in his room, make him scream out loud, make him bleed-

"How do I look?" Ying Yue smiled at him and the king nodded with a smile, afraid some other words would escape his lips. Reaching in to grab his lover's old robes, he held them in one hand and held his lover's hand in another.

"Ah Shui, I will pay for this as well when I return," Wang Li grinned at the seam master who frowned at him, while Ying Yue waved his goodbyes and apologized on their way out.

"Ah Li," the blonde intertwined their fingers, "Why are we rushing back to the palace?"

The Ghost King did not reply and walked faster toward the entrance. Ying Yue was worried and thought maybe Wang Li was starting to feel the need to create chaos. He was here, so there shouldn't be that need and if there were… he will do anything he can to help his lover. With that in mind, once they entered the palace grounds and entered Wang Li's room, he waited to see what his king was going to do.

"Delicious," Wang Li stated darkly after he closed the door.

"What?" The blonde creased his forehead as he watched the man stalk toward him.

"You look delicious, Ah Yue," the Ghost King stated deeply into his ear and then he was lost in lips once more. Ying Yue couldn't help how his body softened under the touch of his lover or how his body craved for his king as well. He let out a shiver when fingers touched the bare skin of his collar bones down to his chest.

Bodies pressed together and hips moved and grinds and… dear heavens… he is going to-

"Ah Li, stop, I'm going to-" Ying Yue squealed and twerked as the feeling became overwhelming.

Wang Li did not stop, he did not pause, he kept moving and sucking leaving little red spots over his skin. His golden eyes were in tears and he screamed when he felt teeth pierced his pulse point at the curve of his neck.

Pain. It felt like the Ghost King had tear into his spiritual essence as if to rip him apart. He was crying and he felt his lover stilled above him.

Wang Li's eyes were widened and his lips were covered in the blonde's blood. Releasing the skin he pulled away to see the pain etched all over his lover. He pulled away and stumbled backwards until he felt the wall behind him.

"Please…" Ying Yue cried softly and the king felt bile in his throat at what he's done. He rushed out of the room and shut the door, leaving a broken lonely blonde on the bed bleeding.

"Please don't leave me."