Chapter 78 - Delicious

"Mm… ah! Ah… Li…." The blonde panted loudly as his hips thrusted against his king when warm mouth took the head of his penis.

That was all it took for him to come twitching, moaning, and clenching his thighs to keep the raven-haired male between his legs. Back arching and head thrown back, it felt like he was floating but so heavy. His heart felt like it stopped for a moment as he lived in his afterglow with his muscles lazy.

He felt lips kissed him and tongue brought his spent for him to taste. The bitterness of his come was something he didn't care for, but he loved Wang Li's mouth and tongue. Opening his dilated golden eyes, he felt lips kissed the skins on his face.

"You taste delicious, Ah Yue."

"Mm."

"Do you feel like pudding?"

"No… like clay."

"Clay?"

He felt his lover's fingers swiped sweaty hair from his face. Smiling, he hummed pleased and content. Turning his head to kiss his king's palm, he sighed happily.

"Like your molding me, Ah Li, to be what you want."

"Ah Yue, I don't want to mold you," his lover kissed him again, "I want you to always be you. Kind, generous, beautiful, and…" breaths mingling with one another, "Mine."

The blonde let out a laugh and watched as the Ghost King stood up to grab a washcloth to clean them.

"I'm already yours," he whispered later when they were watching the burning body of Sheng Shui floating down the river. Small paper boats were lighted for their friend to find his way in the afterlife, but both Wang Li and Ying Yue knew there was no soul in that body.

The villagers prayed and sent their condolences to their king, the only person who was like family to the orphaned seam master.

"Ying Yue," Wang Li finally spoke long after the flames disappeared and the night became colder, "I understand."

His golden eyes looked at his lover with a tilt of his head and he felt fingers tightened around his. They were alone under the stars where they frequent when they were younger, meeting just to be together. It brought good memories for Ying Yue and he stepped closer to his king.

"You want him to experience this."

"Hm?"

"Us. To be loved. Ah Shui has been searching for a long time. His memories will be of how you feel just as his memories affect how you feel."

He smiled and placed his free hand against his lover's cheek.

"Sheng Shui had found love, Ah Li. He was not searching, he was waiting."

"He never told me who."

"It is you."

His lover closed his silver eyes and sighed, leaning against his palm. Wang Li had some thoughts to how the orange eyed blonde felt for him, but he knew who his heart lied with. Sheng Shui was beautiful and an excitement that he enjoyed being around. His life was better with the golden haired male around, like he was dancing on air each time the seam master smiled.

He loved him.

"I want him to experience your love, my king. I want him to remember his love for you when we pass ascension. He will know your heart is for the both of us."

His sweet beautiful Ying Yue.

Wang Li pulled him in for a kiss that expressed his appreciation and gratitude, his love and his honor. The Ghost King had known from the very first day he met Ying Yue that the platinum blonde was special and the second time they met that he loved him. It wasn't hard to do, Ying Yue was easy to love and he wanted to keep him in his life forever.

Being with Ying Yue was like the waves of the ocean meeting the soft anchoring sand.

"You, my Ying Yue, is my most precious person."

"And you, Wang Li, is my only precious person… besides my brothers…."

"Ah Yue…"

"And my master."

"Ah Yue."

"You are my third… no fourth precious person in my- hey! Ah Li!"

He laughed as the Ghost King threw him over his shoulders and proceeded to walk away.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes watched them with a glare.

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The redhead male had his golden eyes narrowed at the male before him. His brother and him were asked to help this man and his family from some possessed spirit. However, standing and speaking with them, he could tell the husband was not reacting normally. The man's pupils were small and his grin looked unnatural.

"Madame, are you alright?" The brunette questioned and he glanced at her.

She was reacting like her husband, but the left side of her face was twitching. His eyes narrowed further and he looked to their only child, a small boy. The child just looked at his grandparents with confusion and the redhead glanced back at the elders.

"Han Mo," he spoke up, "Take the child."

The brunette looked at him and glanced at the seniors before grabbing the boy and rushing out. Once they were alone, his eyes glowed as he stared intensely at the seniors.

"Now tell me, who are you."

Both the man and woman grinned widely, showing the sharpened teeth.

Han Mo on the other hand was struggling to keep the child from entering the house. He held the child tightly and jumped up to the roof a few houses down. Neighbors were coming out of their houses in confusion from the screaming of the child, and he let out a sigh.

"Hello everyone," he smiled waving at them as they stared up with confusion and worry, "Please do not worry. There has been a situation in this child's home and we are working on releasing the... uh, spirit."

"Spirit?" Many villagers said concerned.

"Yes, do not worry. Please give space to the area. We may not be able to protect you all if you are near."

"But what are you doing with the child? Give him to me and we will wait in my home until you are finished."

He was ecstatic that he could be rid of the crying and screaming child. It wasn't that he didn't like kids... well… nevermind, he did not like children. Before he could agree, the child quieted down abruptly, and he looked down to see fear in the boy's eyes. He felt fingers clutched onto him and blinked up with watery eyes at him.

"Don't… don't send me with her, please. I just… I'm scared for my papa and mama."

"Don't worry, my brother is super strong and knows how to help them. Me helping him would help your papa and mama faster."

"I don't want to go with her or any of them. They are always mean to me. Please… can't I stay with you? I can help! I want to help."

"I don't think-"

"It was my fault," the boy wiped his dripping snot, "I wanted to be special like he said and then I will get my want. He promised me and… and I wanted to be like him… Whaaaahaaa!"

Han Mo winced away from the cry, but patted the boy's head and glanced at the woman who offered.

"It is alright, miss, I will keep the boy safe."

"What did you do to be special like your papa?" He asked as the crowd cleared up.

"Not my papa, the Ghost King."

"What?"

"The Ghost King. He is strong and amazing and so so cool! He said I will be special too! So I… I went to the tunnels alone without telling anyone and…" the boy paused before murmuring, "I saw someone…"

"Okay, who did you see?"

"She was very pretty and looked a little like my mother."

"Did she say something to you, give you something?"

"She said she was looking for something and asked if I could help her and… and I did."

"What was it?"

"It was a bracelet, I think. It was shiny and I found it and gave it to her. She said that I was a good boy and that I was special," he smiled, "I told her the Ghost King also said the same thing."

"I see."

"But she got angry at me and grabbed my arms," the child showed wrapping his arms around himself, "She kept saying that I was cursed and I ran away from her… do you think this happened because of me?"

Big sad eyes looked up at him and bro shook his head and offered a smiled.

"No, and if you were, I would have noticed it cause I am great at what I do," patting the boy's head, he leaned closer, "Tell me which tunnel you went to."

Inside the house, the redhead avoided a punch from the man and held the female's grabby hands back. Taking out the gifted golden string from their master, he used his spiritual energy to thicken the string and elongated it. Quickly wrapping it around the woman and tugging the man's fist to him, he tied both in place. Pressing a talisman on their body, they fell unconscious against one another. Turning to the door, he saw his brother and the child watching him. Lifting a brow at the brunette, his brother tilted his chin to tell him to come over.

"What is it?"

"Brother. We know the problem."