Chapter 116 - No One Else Holds My Heart

His heart dropped and he closed his eyes. Was it… a dream that he had? It was so vivid and he felt-

He bit his lips remembered the touches of fingertips gliding over his skin, the lips on his, the yearning for his lover to fill him, the sounds he made-

He flushed deeply over his freckles to his ears. If it was a dream, it was the best one he ever had.

Before he was brought back to his husband from a different world, he did not dare do more than kiss him in his dreams. Now, all he wanted was to be wrapped in Wang Li's arms and to make him feel good, to give his husband the pleasure of life and love.

He closed his golden eyes and ran fingers through his hair. Ying Yue stayed that way for a moment, going through his pasts to present. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and got up. Looking over at the opened window, he was certain it was closed when Sect Leader Yang left. Ying Yue walked to the window and he was about to close it when he heard voices.

"Why is the painter still here?"

"He said he was waiting for someone."

"But… tell him to wait outside of the palace!"

"He-"

"He just left."

"Thank goodness! Did he say where?"

"No, sir."

Ying Yue could not see who was speaking and he does not recognize the voices, but...

'That man's voice sounds familiar… wait… Ying Yue! You pride yourself in your memory, yet you cannot remember voices!' He frowned and leaned over the window to see if he could catch the view of the speakers, but he was unable to. Letting out a sigh, he leaned back and frowned.

'Was there a reason they wanted the painter to leave?' He remembered Sect Leader Yang was so happy to see the painter.

'Maybe they are the other painters?' He thought wondering if that was the reason why there was animosity, 'To have to copy the work of another artist may be demeaning to them.'

There was a knock at his door and he saw the painter. He stared at him and the masked man did the same. His eyes trailed down the blue robe and he found his heartbeat quicken. Ying Yue looked back up and swallowed down the saliva that had gathered in his throat. This man, this painter... Everything in him was screaming like the roar in his heart. 

Thin lips unhidden and tall, graceful, so much like his husband.

'Maybe I... Maybe I missed him too much that I see him everywhere. Yet...'

"I heard… you left, Sir Painter…"

The man in greenish blue smiled at him and walked toward him in long steps. His fingers were pulled up to be kissed and he gasped sharply. Shocked by the sudden intimacy, Ying Yue's mind jumbled with confusion. He tried to pull his hand away, but the man gripped it. Ying Yue was about to strike him, push him, anything to remove this man from touching him, but he froze when his palm touched the mask on the painter's face.

"I have a husband," he stated quietly and the man smiled, nodding like he already knew.

'This… was familiar… it felt like when he was in the cavern with-'

"Sir Ghost?"

The painter moved his hand to kiss along the pulse point of his wrist to his fingers, and Ying Yue flushed stuttering. He placed a hand on the man's chest, hoping to stop the man from turning him into a red tomato.

"S… stop! I have a husband. I do not want to hurt you, but if you continue…"

Teeth grazed down the meat of his hand and his memories of last night flooded his mind.

["Ah! Ah Li, mmph."

He gasped as teeth lightly nipped the sensitive side of his thigh, moving with tongue to his pelvis. He arched and bit his hand, as his husband continued to tease him in pleasurable ways. Fingers danced lightly over his clenching and unclenching stomach. Nails dragged lightly over his hips, thighs, and then his legs were spread further apart.

"Ugh, mmm, husband," Ying Yue panted wanting, needing, everything from Wang Li. He felt delirious and craved his lover's touch more than he did before. Squirming and twitching against calloused palms and hot tongue, the platinum blonde was on the brink of frustrated tears and relief.

"You still taste delicious, my love."

"Only you," he panted out in a whisper.

"Hm?"

He did not finish his words because he was in bliss after that. Climaxing and yearning for lips, tongue, and hands all over him were playing in his mind on repeat. His eyes barely was able to stay opened enough to see his lover's silver eyes watching him. Being touched by his husband after so long, so many moons, only made him crave his lover even more.

So very desperate he was.]

'It… wasn't a dream. Ah Li…'

He moved the hand on the chest to the mask and the painter stopped and waited. He searched the cloth covered lids and his fingers clenched and unclenched. Biting his bottom lip, he looked away for a moment.

'If this was Wang Li...'

Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself and looked at the face of the painter's.

"Are you still in fear, Sir Ghost?"

The man nodded.

"I don't think I told you, Sir Ghost, I can help you. My husband is the Ghost King: beautiful, gentle, and kind. If he were a ghost… I think that is fitting for his title, don't you?"

He smiled and he felt hands on his face, as the man laughed softly.

'Ah, it is you, my husband. I knew it,' he smiled relishing in the sound of his lover's laugh puffing against his face.

"Ah Yue."

"Ah Li."

"Why do you still wish to-"

"Only you… I belong to only you, my husband."

The painter searched his face before they kissed, soft like the petal of a blossom against one's lips, soft like the very first time they tried. He smiled and his fingers interlocked with his lover's. Finally, Wang Li was here with him once more.

Reunited, Ying Yue could feel his heart dance and his mind calmed. This was his husband, the man he loved dearly, the only one to ever make him feel this way.

He followed Sir Painter, Sir Ghost, whatever name his husband wanted to take.

He said his goodbyes to a surprised Sect Leader Yang who stared at their hands, before they left the palace. The villagers seemed to be staring, no longer bowing to him as he went.

Ying Yue only held onto his lover's hand tighter, walking out of the palace down to the roads.

They were strolling and he wasn't sure where they were going, but it didn't bother him. Tugging onto his hold, the man in the mask paused and looked over at him. He smiled and his lover returned it.

"Are you truly here? This is not a dream again?"

The man in blue reached for his hands to place on the mask. Ying Yue took a moment to gather his wits, before pulling it off the painter. He saw the silver of his husband's eyes, the mark of the demon clan under the left eye, but there were other marks on once scarless face. He reached up and moved his fingers over the scars, memorizing every healing wound, deep and shallow.

During his haze of pleasure, he missed the marks on his lover's skin, how cold the man was, and what was worse…

"Ah Li…"

Wang Li took the mask back to tuck away, then silver eyes watched him with softened eyes.

"Forgive me, my wife, for making you wait so long. I have rushed what I could to be with you," the man with raven hair placed his forehead against his, "How I truly missed you."

He felt fingers move down from his cheeks to his neck, and felt a finger wrote against his skin.

'Do you truly still want me, even if I am this way?'

"Yes, always, Wang Li. No one else could have my heart."

Wang Li hummed as his fingers touched his face lightly, like an artist admiring their art. Ying Yue smiled relaxed and lovingly at his lover. His heart seemed to drank in every touch, every breathe, and every minute pulse of his husband's.

"Yet you were interested in Sir Ghost and Sir Painter."

"I…" he flushed with his eyes widened slightly, "… You are them."

"You didn't know previously."

"I..." he felt his cheeks warmed.

"If either one of them were to be there in the room with you while you were begging to be touched, you would let them, wouldn't you?"

"Wha-?! No! Ah Li! I already told you I belonged to you."

"You wouldn't have been able to, Ying Yue. You were poisoned and begging."

Thumb swiped over his lips, dragging them as it went and he puffed out heatedly.

"Poisoned?"

"Mm," His lover nodded and groped his ass, pressing him against the cold body of his husband. He bit his bottom lip as he looked up under his lashes. Wang Li breathed against his face and he soaked in it like one in darkness would welcome the sun.

"Do not worry, dear wife. I will take good care of you."