Chapter 90 - Rawness Of Want

"Is that so?" He grinned and tip toed up, "Even this?"

He pressed his lips to Wang Li to feel him smile. Pulling back, he saw the beautiful man nod.

"Everything," the man in red whispered before capturing his lips once more.

"Wang Li," he whispered out closing his eyes and giggled when his lover nipped at his cheek, "Stop Ah Li. We should go eat."

"After we cross blades," the Ghost King smirked and he brightened. It had been awhile since they had sparred. Pecking his lover's lips, he grabbed Wang Li's hand in his.

"Let us go now, husband!"

"Are you so quick to battle me, my love?"

"Yes," Ying Yue grinned, "Because I will understand your fighting style and better fight beside you."

"Beside me…" The Ghost King stared at him lovingly as he felt fingers pushed his hair behind his ear.

"My love, did you think I would fight against you?"

"You are to kill me, Ah Yue," his husband reminded him and he frowned shaking his head.

"No. Never."

He leaned in and kissed thin perfect lips. He pulled back and sighed when he received a kiss to his forehead. Happily satiated, he grinned dopily as they walked out of the study. As they headed to the courtyard, he noticed the servants steered cleared from them.

Ying Yue remembered the constant greeting and bows anytime the servants saw them, so why were they being avoided? Lost in thought, he didn't realize they were already at the courtyard.

He saw Wang Li turned to him and pulled his hair back. Blonde locks bundled into a ponytail, his lover tied it with a red ribbon. A kiss to his forehead, the man in red stepped away. His golden eyes watched the raven-haired male turn to him with a smile. Curling his lips, Ying Yue prepared himself.

"Sword."

"Slayer."

A small breeze flew by, ruffling their sleeves and hair. Then, the lovers clashed swords with quick speed. Ying Yue missed this, missed the adrenaline, miss learning his lover's strength, miss the feel of Wang Li's spiritual energy against his. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he welcomed it all. Swords clanged and he laughed happily as his lover smiled warmly at him. Another round and another, with the final clash of swords, they were panting with grins on their faces.

"My strong husband," he sighed when they pulled away to end their spar, "My arms feels like noodles."

"You are just as strong, wife," Wang Li kissed his forehead, "Let us eat."

Ying Yue saw three servants speaking to one another happily and he greeted them. When they turned, their smiles dropped and their heads lowered.

"My king, Sir Yue."

"Are you all well?" He asked and they glanced at one another for a moment.

"My wife asked you all a question. Do not make him wait."

Ying Yue glanced at Wang Li who was looking down at them from under his nose and the blonde tugged his hand slightly. When silver eyes looked at him, he frowned to show he didn't like this behavior.

"We are well, Sir… Madame Yue."

"Ma… madame?" His cheeks reddened and he stuttered out wanting to ask about the change in title, but Wang Li had already pulled him away. Stuck in his mind, he went over what he was just called.

'Madame? Is that not… degrading? I am a man!'

'But you love when he calls you wife.'

'But… But… I… he… Madame?!'

'… Madame Yue… it sounds nice… doesn't it?'

"What are you thinking of, Ah Yue?" Wang Li questioned as they settled down at the table.

"Non… nothing."

"You being as red as a rose is nothing, my wife?"

He flushed even more and he tried to hide himself with his sleeves, but his lover gripped his wrists and pulled it down. Moonlit eyes took in his redness, his wide golden eyes, and his slightly parted plumped lips.

Ying Yue saw the mirthful quirk of his husband's lips before they pressed against his. Sometimes kissing Wang Li was like being devoured by a beast. The rawness of want, of need, of possession was in every suck, every tangle, every touch.

A clearing of cough was heard.

Wang Li continued, but Ying Yue was feeling embarrassed for being caught. The blonde pushed the man away slightly, but his husband kept on. Forcing himself to use more force, he pushed his lover harder.

There was the sound of a growl as the man in red was on his prey. Quickly grabbing the blonde's wrist, he pushed him against the wood and proceeded to-

"Nephew!"

Like a bucket of cold water doused upon him, he blinked for clarity. Wang Li looked to see he had pressed his wife face first onto the table like an… an animal! Pulling away, he stumbled backwards with wide silver eyes. The blood on his face dropped at the thought of what he was doing. Was he going to… take advantage of Ying Yue out in the open?!

The Ghost King struggled with his thoughts and he groaned pressing against the mark under his left eye. The pulse against his palm was stronger than before and he pushed himself up. Stumbling as he walked, he felt warm arms holding him steady.

'Ah Yue, my beautiful kind wife, what have I done?'

Pushing the arms away, he left the area and attempted to leave the palace for a moment. He just needed-

"Ah Li, wait!"

'Can't… must leave. Have to clear my head or I will-'

"Let us go to the lake. It had been so long."

'The lake?'

He stopped in his walk and pulled his hand away from his face. Slowly turning to look over his shoulder, he saw his wife holding a prepared meal in his hands and a patient smile. How did his wife… did Ying Yue knew this would happen to him? Did his wife plan-

'Stop!' He panted leaning against the wall, 'He wouldn't.'

Soft fingers caressed his face and he saw worried golden eyes staring at him. Offering a smile, his  fingers ran from the temple to the chin of his lover.

'This, my Ah Yue, my beloved wife… he is incapable of wishing harm on anyone. He is golden and has a pure heart.'

'His heart is not pure if you are the one he's given it to.'

The laugh grated against his skin, peeling him like cheese. Wrapping his arm around his lover, he pressed the blonde's head against him and breathed. His fingers spasmed as he clutched long platinum locks.

"Let us go, okay my husband?"

He felt small light kisses where lips pressed and he inhaled his lover's honey rose scent. Closing his eyes, he calmed his mind, his racing heart, and his emotions and focused solely on the man in his arms. Exhaling deeply, he pulled his wife back and placed a gentle kiss on red lips.

"As you wish, my love."

A brilliantly bright smile that rivaled the moon itself was aimed at him. How lovely was his wife, he truly did not deserve him.

Traveling to the lake was quiet and Ying Yue held tightly to his king's hand. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Wang Li… there was a shift somewhere and the blonde worried his lips as he wondered why this was happening. Was his lover's need to create chaos stronger? Was his stay not helping? Was he not bringing balance?

'No! This… this must work. I will find a way. I can help.'

Settling under the tree and facing the lake, a cool breeze flew by and he shivered slightly. An arm wrapped around him and he laughed, softly leaning toward the warmth. Pulling out the containers, he held the bowl filled with rice for his lover.

Once they were both eating, Ying Yue kept glancing at the mark underneath Wang Li's left eye. He remembered the first time he saw it on his husband and compared it to now. Not too much difference, but there was a redness against the mark, like blood ready to seep out of the scar and that unnerved him.

"I told you, you should be afraid, Ah Yue."

"Hm? Of what?"

He looked at his husband to see him looking at the bright sky. He could look at his lover all day and not be hungry, but he preferred a relaxed Wang Li than the defeated look on the man's face. Scooting closer, he placed a hand on his lover's heart. The blood pumping into the organ and expanding it throughout the body eased his troubled mind.

Wang Li was okay. He will be fine.

"Of me."

His fingers curled and his body stilled involuntarily, leaving the Ghost King sighing. He was pushed back to sitting on his own and he pouted. Trying to lean back, his lover kept him in his place.

"Ah Li…"

"Something is wrong, Ah Yue," Wang Li admitted softly and thumbed his cheeks, "I do not wish you harm."

"What if I… What if I like some harm…"