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The night is quiet, for once, and there is plenty of wine. He presumes the quality will be up to Kexing's standards, but he isn't sure. His sense of taste is fading and he finds that even the strongest of flavors does nothing for him.

It's to be expected.

"Lao Wen!" he calls before bursting into the man's room, "You're coming outside with me tonight."

No excuses. Xu has made up his mind.

He'd been thinking, plotting really, but his thoughts stray to Zhou Xu. Always to A-Xu. Having his room suddenly invaded by the object of his fascination has him blinking, "Eh? A-Xu?" The order has him suddenly laughing, smile spreading immediately.

"Where are we going?" Kexing rolls to his feet, fan snapping out to lightly move the air in front of him as he waits, gaze fixed on the other man. But he's too impatient and moves to Xu's side, reaching out as if to take the other's hand - fully expecting to be brushed aside as always.

"Outside." obviously. Xu isn't a man who is prone to explaining himself well or...at all. But Kexing might be surprised to find that the hand isn't brushed off. He takes hold of it and pulls, dragging the other - if he must - out under the stars.

"There's wine."

What more does a man need? He grabs a bottle and, glancing back at Kexing with a smirk, he flies to the nearest roof and makes himself comfortable.

"Are you coming?"

Surprised he is! But delightedly so and he offers no resistance - though playfully stumbles as if he needs a few steps to get his feet back under him as he laughs again. Just a few steps. Then he skips to speed up and walks at Xu's side - not that he lets go of that hand, of course.

He grins at the bait and that precious smirk, shoulders shaking with more laughter as Xu flies up to the roof. He fans himself a moment, eyes bright as he pretends to think about it. But then shakes his head as if he can't believe this, and flies up to join Xu, settling right beside him with a sigh bordering on exasperation.

"A-Xu. So assertive tonight!" He brings the fan up as if to hide his smile, then holds out a hand expectantly for the bottle of wine.

He uncorks the bottle and stares at the hand as if he doesn't know what Kexing wants. Then, after taking a large mouthful of the wine, he nudges a second bottle towards his...friend. His soulmate. Truth be told, as the days pass, he is finding he can deny him his whims less and less.

"There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight." he explains, motioning at the sky, "You would've missed it indoors."

Not to mention that this is a great chance for them to just be... To just exist together. Xu knows his clock is ticking and he doesn't want to waste a moment of it.

Edited Date: 2021-05-03 11:35 am (UTC)

He'd seen the second bottle, but it's far more interesting to see if he can get the one his soulmate is already drinking from. So he pouts, though the bright sparkle in his eyes likely ruins it and keeps his hand out as he huffs. "A-Xu!"

A meteor shower? Kexing blinks, momentarily distracted as he glances up to the sky. He'd never really thought of them before. His hand drops and he shifts a little, making himself a little more comfortable as he considers. But then peeks back at Xu, fan closing as he uses it to tap his soulmate's chest. The vanishes up a sleeve...so he can hold his hand out for Xu's wine again, smile returning. But it's softer this time.

"You are full of little surprises, aren't you?"

And so he doesn't keep his hand out for long, reaching a little more to grab the bottle his soulmate had brought for him with a rather pointed (cheeky) smirk, and uncorks it as he settles back. He takes a drink and lets out an appreciative sigh.

Brat. Xu pointedly ignores all of the attempts to take his wine from him.

"You call for me a lot." he smiles thinly, playing with Kexing to see how he reacts. But the other man is just too charming when he looks up at the heavens. Xu suppresses a sigh and glances down when his chest is tapped.

"Do you need something?" he laughs at the question, shrugging a shoulder, "Life is full of surprises."

Most of them are...unpleasant. But he can do better than that. His features soften as the second bottle is taken and he rewards Kexing by scooting closer. What? The night is a little cool.

Edited Date: 2021-05-03 11:48 am (UTC)

Irrepressibly so~

"A-Xu!" He clicks his tongue then laughs. "Why can't I call for you?" He likes saying this man's name. Intimately. Frequently. Teasing, nudging, coaxing, anything and everything at all just to see how his soulmate responds.

Kexing lifts the bottle up to drink when Xu scoots closer to him though, and freezes, looking a bit more cautiously at him. Searching. But the soft look on that handsome face has him relax and smile before taking a smaller sip of the fine wine.

"Oh you can call for me. I don't mind." he smiles and drinks some more wine, closing his eyes as the liquid warms him from the inside out, "You've been tense. And after everything that has happened, I thought we could both use a break?"

Xu searches Kexing's face; he is able to see the details better up close. Just the sight of those features makes him feel...at peace. At home.

Is that how all soulmates feel?

"How is the wine?"

Tense. His eyes close as he takes another drink, thinking about that description. Then his shoulders shake in a huff of a short laugh. He can feel his soulmate's gaze fixed on him, but he ignores it - Xu sees a great deal when he focuses and he's not sure he wants that particular tension to be seen.

Not yet. This connection is so new still, despite his insistence on essentially gluing himself to Xu, on poking and nudging and prying until the man starts to open up. Only for him to go too far and painful words get spoken, flinging them apart...for only a very short amount of time.

Fated.

Soulmates.

He draws in a breath, then lets it out again, expressively, and lets his eyes open to cast a smile at this enchanting man. And lifts his bottle up to click it to Xu's.

"Excellent, of course. A-Xu finds the best wine," but the softness to his expression as he finally looks back into his soulmate's eyes brings a ring of pure honesty to the words.

Yes. Tense. Xu can see beyond that mask, Kexing, and he understands that his soulmate is carrying some grave knowledge or secret. It isn't his duty to force the man to confess; that will always be Kexing's decision. All Xu wants to do is support him - even if they have a spat or two.

Spats are good, in a way. They help teach them where their boundaries lie and how to either work around them or avoid them. He hears the inward breath and feels the click of their bottles meeting. Still his expression remains calm and open.

"I might be failing at that task soon." he admits, brushing back Kexing's bangs with a small smile, "We'll have to rely on you."

It's a matter of time before his A-Xu figures it out, or his secret is revealed. He knows it. He wonders if Xu will still be able to accept him then. Or if he'll be abandoned. Except he will, won't he?

His soulmate is going to die. The thought of it makes him sick. Of suddenly not having this man at his side, or being able to be at his side. Of not being there...

To protect.

Not even that tender touch to his hair maintains his moment of peace as that reminder is brought up. The sweet wine turns bitter on his tongue and he has trouble swallowing as pain chases his soft smile away, leaving a longing there to stand side-by-side with it.

"A-Xu..." He latches onto a sleeve.

He hates this feeling. If he could carve it out of his chest, he would.

Their fates are intertwined. Nothing can change that or break the ties that bind them. Xu knows that even in death, if spirits can linger, that is what he will be doing. His Kexing will need someone to look after him.

The change settles something in his mind. He sets the wine to the side and draws Kexing into his arms. Roofs aren't the best place for what he has in mind, but he doesn't think they will notice the hard surface much.

"Lao Wen..." Xu smiles warmly and presses a soft kiss to those lips that have teased him and taunted him and driven him into fits of anger. If this man is his, he needs to take care of him. That is where he has failed.

He knows if there's a chance, if Xu allows himself to linger, he'll claim him again as a ghost. Just one chance.

Kexing sees something settle in his soulmate's eyes, but the wine being set aside makes no sense. Arms curl around him and he stiffens, but doesn't pull away. Brows furrow in confusion and his lips part. This is new, his A-Xu doesn't usually even accept a touch to his sleeve, much less...whatever has come over him.

But that smile captivates him, holds him bound as tight as any spell. The kiss makes him jerk a little, shifting back as his expression shifts to utter bewilderment. It's not that he's oblivious to what such kisses lead to, or even have been treated to in the past by those seeking his favor.

This is his A-Xu. Kissing him, drowning the pain with the brightness of his spirit. Can he believe it though? This is something he recognizes he wants.

"A-Xu..." he murmurs again, brows still drawn, lips brushing against his soulmate's. "What do you want?"

What does he want? Kexing has a way of asking the most poignant questions and Xu isn't always ready or willing to face the truth. But he owes his soulmate and so his arms stay wrapped around him, gentle, not binding him, just holding.

What he wants starts with Kexing. The time he has left should be spent in loving this man. Is that selfish? How can he ask his soulmate to be with him, to let what they feel grow, and then to abandon him?

And that leads to the second thing he wants. Life. Time. He regrets what he has done to himself and as his senses fail him, he can't ignore his fate.

"To be with you." Xu gives him a small, tender smile, "If that's unfair to you, tell me. I've done enough damage; I don't want to add you to my list of victims."

Kind, warm arms. An embrace that, as it lingers, makes him shudder and curl just a little into them as he stares back.

Two years will pass painfully fast. A bitter laugh threatens before he shoves it ruthlessly down. How long has he held onto bitterness? To hate? How long has he kept everyone at arm's length, so he won't feel this pain of abandonment again?

How many times has he already felt it with this man, only to revolve right back to his side? He can't help himself.

A sigh rushes out of him, and his body relaxes. His expression softens again and he shakes his head. He could get angry. Easily. He feels it simmering, but pushes it aside.

No where near enough time. A hand inches up to rub fingertips over that stunning smile. Kexing shakes his head again, another breath huffing out.

"Don't call me a victim. Call me..." a smile returns and he decides to nuzzle it against his soulmate's taunting lips. "Lao Wen. I like how you call for me."

Determination sets in, too. He will find a way to keep this man with him. Whatever it takes.

Neither of them can help themselves. Their fights are important, but easily put aside when the need to be together returns. Xu isn't ashamed of how his resolve cracks; he enjoys not being alone and yet he is intimately aware that with each step he takes, death looms. There will be people who mourn him. He never thought that would be the case when he inserted the nails.

For them, he must hang on. He must give them everything he has left.

He doesn't breathe as the brush of Kexing's lips sends a faint tingle along his skin. Well he isn't dead yet! The request has him chuckling and he says the name with love, caressing the syllables:

"Lao Wen."

Their second kiss tastes like wine, but he doesn't need the alcohol to feel drunk. Kexing is in his arms; the one who should have always been with him. Xu will do anything for him - to keep him whole and safe.

He enjoys their time together. Even when apart, most of the time his thoughts are on this man. Kexing even enjoys their arguments, for it gifts him with Xu's quick, sharp wit, and more insight into how this man thinks. Xu manages to continuously surprise him though, not always making sense. And so he miss-steps and their arguments turn heated.

Fated, and he's accepted that. Just, not that he'll lose his soulmate. Never will he just lie down and accept that.

That chuckle wraps around his heart and has him laughing, only for the second kiss to swallow it. Not that he minds. This time he participates, wrapping his arms around his soulmate as he presses into the kiss with a hunger he usually turns to food and drink.

Zhou Zishu is better. His A-Xu.

They both have pasts they would rather hide and Xu has no place judging Kexing. Yet when it comes to morality in general, they seem destined to butt heads. Xu just wants his soulmate to listen to his good heart instead of giving into bitter vengeance. Whatever has happened can't be undone and adding to the body count only causes more pain.

No matter how many times it takes for him to drag the better side of Kexing to the surface, he will continue fighting for him. He won't let go and he will be there if - when - his soulmate is ready to tell him the truth about what haunts him. Xu is not easily driven off once he has decided to ally himself with someone.

That is precisely why he can seem so dismissive and picky.

He devours Kexing's laughter, grinning wickedly. Xu practically pulls the other man into his lap, wanting too many things at once. How can someone hold and touch and kiss and be with someone and ever feel sated? He doesn't know and he breaks the kiss with a gasp, panting.

"Maybe we should have made use of your room."

Edited Date: 2021-05-03 02:06 pm (UTC)

"Lao Wen," Zhou Zishu moves past the screens and to where the other had had a bath drawn for himself. "Another bath?" he questions, studying the back of the other's head, hearing the gentle sound of the water, steam rising from the water and after a few moments, he does come closer.

"Who did you rope into getting it ready for you this time?"

Arguments make the heart grow fonder, right? It certainly does with him, though he doubts anything will ever make his heart good. No matter what he claims. He likes watching the art that is playing with people, manipulating them to doing his bidding knowingly or obliviously, and then watching the blood rain down. Preferably without needing to dirty his own hands in the process, but needsmust.

Except now he has someone to protect, doesn't he? Someone he acknowledges whose death will quite possibly destroy him. Two. Years.

Kexing gasps as he's pulled into Zishu's lap, then laughs as he sees that delightfully wicked grin. And the comment has him grin before shifting, resettling after straddling the other man and gently pushing him back onto the roof.

"Oh A-Xu. You wanted to see the meteor shower! I can make it so you can enjoy both."

He leans down to give a playful little nuzzle to a cheek. "Can you still see the sky?"

So few dare to do such things that hearing that voice has him pause, stiffening just a little before continuing as if unbothered, using a cloth to clean up in unhurried movements. A smile settles on his face before he speaks, it wouldn't do to hint at unease. Even if he doesn't believe Zishu would actually hurt him...not when he's naked and wet. Not now.

He doesn't know Kexing's truth just yet, his secret.

"Aah, A-Xu. I like baths!" The cloth moves up over a wet shoulder and he tips his head out of the way, hair pulled forward, out of the way, leaving his back bared. "Don't you?" Not answering the question, of course. It's fun to see how Zishu responds!

Circumstances have not been ideal. The heaven he had once was decimated when his Master died. After that, every single one of his friends, his loved ones, his family followed. Except for Wen Kexing and Cheng Ling, though, to be fair, they re-entered and entered his life after he drove the nails into himself.

Seven. There are seven. He feels desperate too and he wants Kexing as close as he can get him. He wants their skin to touch; he wants to be covered in his soulmate's scent. Thus he doesn't complain when he is straddled. Kexing's thoughtfulness earns a grin and he welcomes the man with an embrace and happy groan.

"Lao Wen, if you keep going, the light of the meteors won't be able to compare with the light in your eyes."

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 02:29 am (UTC)

They can make a new heaven. Just the two of them...Chengling can visit, he supposes. The boy is important to his A-Xu.

Kexing laughs at that groan and settles over him, fingertips brushing over hair and that handsome face. A mischievous smirk appears at the playful complaint and he presses his hips down, rocking just a little. Enough to tease. To promise.

"Do you really want me to stop, A-Xu?" He murmurs. He doesn't think so.

He is his Junior! Of course he must come with them. Kexing can't avoid being "Uncle Master".

Zishu lays back and rests his hands on Kexing's waist. He used to tease this man, flirting with Gu Xiang just to get him riled up. But now he must admit the truth: he has never met anyone more exquisite than Wen Kexing.

The rocking has him arching, wanting more friction.

"Never." he raises himself to pull Kexing into a deep kiss, drowning himself in the man who has started to heal his heart and soul.

Fiiiiiiine.

That flirting was horrible! Making him insanely jealous and confused! He knew it was a punishment of sorts, a play perhaps. And he'd hated it. But now...it's just the two of them.

Kexing chuckles quietly at that arching and the answer and leans down to press this maddening man down, kissing back but adding a playful lick to coax Zishu's tongue out to dance. And who is he to deny that silent request for more? He undulates his hips, rubbing and rocking just enough to tease and tantalize as the heat between them begins to build.

Well that had been the point. Zishu likes watching Kexing struggle to hide his feelings behind his charm. The struggle is more...genuine.

And it does feel nice to be wanted. He never thought he would feel that way again.

Those dark memories are banished as he is pushed down, however, and he gratefully clings to what is offered, returning what he is given enthusiastically. Not that he has much experience, mind you. The dance is intoxicating - much like how they fight - and he tastes the secret corners of Kexing's mouth.

The rocking just makes him harder and needier; he hasn't felt so much in... Since before the nails. He is reluctant to strip off his robe, but he likes seeing more of Kexing. Tugging at the tie around the other man's waist, he tries to see more.

It's simpler when it's just the two of them. No one else to claim his soulmate's attention. No one else to distract them. They can just be.

He loves being clung to by this man! Their tongues dance and tease and taste, playfully bantering just as they do with swords. It's addicting, better than any wine. And Zishu doesn't have to strip, not entirely. For once, Kexing decides he'd rather pull this man into his own body. At least for this first time. And those fingers tugging at his robes, untying them, breaks the kiss as he laughs a little, breathlessly.

He nuzzles their noses together as he pulls back, eyes fixed on his soulmate's as he shrugs his robes off, leaving him only in the loose trousers worn under any robe. He hadn't been planning this. Hadn't thought it would happen so easily.

"Do you want to see all of me, A-Xu?"

There is only peace and happiness when it's just them. Zishu grew addicted to that solace long before he admitted to himself that he was - is - in love. So of course he clings now, giving into all of the urges he stifled for so long.

Their tongues are like their swords - only much softer. And far more flexible. Zishu can't get enough of their deep kisses and he pulls back only when he fears he might pass out from lack of oxygen. But he is smiling broadly, gazing deeply into Kexing's eyes.

"I do." he licks his lips and his gaze trails over Kexing's body, "You're beautiful, Lao Wen. I knew you would be."

His hands are gentle as he traces the perfectly sculpted chest.

"I'll keep you warm." he promises and wraps his arms around Kexing's waist, stroking over his soulmate's strong back.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 12:47 pm (UTC)

Love is special, even for him. He knows he will do anything for this man. Anything to just keep him alive. Alive, and with him.

And these deep kisses are driving all thoughts of anything else at all from his mind! He can't get enough of Zishu! He doesn't want to ever be rid of him. And that bright smile makes everything somehow better, enough that his laugh is just as bright. Honest, at the other's answer.

Kexing arches into those hands, lips parting with a happy sigh. "Ah, it is true! But I cannot compare to you."

The promise to keep him warm wraps around him just as those arms do, and make him shiver as his back is stroked. His eyes close briefly and he curls his arms protectively around Zishu, holding on. Just for a moment. Then pulls back again to work on removing the last layer hiding part of him from his soulmate's heated gaze.

Even if he should die, his spirit won't leave Kexing. This is where he belongs, nestled against the one he should have always been with.

He feels like he is flying and falling all at once, but he doesn't fear either sensation. Kexing is with him. Nothing bad will happen. He beams at the laughter and echoes it, hands resting briefly on Kexing's chiseled abdomen.

"Have you seen me...? Lao Wen." he teases, feigning a frown, "Have you been peeking at me in the bath?"

It's meant as a joke. Zishu hates looking at his body - the places where the nails are buried deep - and so he hides himself from the gaze of his soulmate as much as possible.

The little shiver delights him, and he kisses Kexing's shoulder tenderly. As those trousers are removed, he raises himself slightly, absolutely fixated. There isn't an inch of Kexing that he doesn't want to kiss...and touch.

Swallowing a well of emotion, Zishu speaks hoarsely:

"Now I see why you are so self-confident."

If he does, Kexing will just have to follow him! Because nothing else matters now. Everything pales next to Zishu.

He loves that laugh, it always lifts his spirits up high. He should fear it, but this is his soulmate. He's as safe as he can be. He grins playfully, wiggling his hips just so as he settles back, straddling his A-Xu again once he's completely nude.

"I've seen your shoulder blades and your face. That's all I need to know that you are stunning." Even he wouldn't purposely violate Zishu's privacy by peeking, no matter how tempting it is. The only times he'd tried to force those robes off was to try and find out what was wrong. What was wounded, so he could heal his soulmate.

He laughs, face actually pinking just a little - it's the wine, definitely the wine! "I'm always confident, A-Xu! You should know this by now!"

Zishu would beg him not to; life is a gift even if he initially felt his had fallen to ruins around him. However, as a spirit, there isn't much he could do to stop him. And by the time Kexing joined him, he would be too busy welcoming his soulmate with all the energy denied him in life.

Cocking his head, he enjoys that little...wiggle. Oh. What if Kexing did that while sitting on him...? Zishu flushes and smiles like a naughty boy.

"Mm there was something about a slender waist too." he kisses Kexing to show he holds no hard feelings over that time. He knows he was only scared and worried. But what could he do to soothe him?

"Right right." Zishu brushes his lips over the pink on Kexing's cheeks, "My proud Lao Wen."

Those words are said like they are a tantalizing secret between them.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 01:37 pm (UTC)

Life hasn't mattered to him in so long. It's only now, with Zishu, that it's beginning to be important again.

He grins at that spark of interest and pounces it, hands moving to either side of Zishu's head as he leans in with bright eyes. "Tell me!" Then laughs at the mention of a slender waist. "Shoulder blades are most important." And hums under that kiss, letting himself be soothed a little.

That tone of voice may well be the end of him, but he can't find it in himself to be upset by it. "Is my waist slender enough for you?" And yes, he asks...while wiggling his hips again as if wanting to make sure Zishu is aware of them. While still sitting on him. Shameless.

He can understand that and it makes his regret stronger and harder to bear. But he can't give up his ability to protect - even if it means extending his life. What if Kexing was in danger and all he could do is watch? No. That isn't acceptable.

So he has to carry on like this.

Zishu is surprised into a chuckle when he suddenly has a face full of Kexing! Tell him? Biting his lip, he tilts his head and looks pointedly at Kexing's hips.

"Can you wiggle again?" he knows he sounds ridiculous. Zishu should never say wiggle. But he isn't sure what else to call that move!

"Mm I never said a slender waist mattered to me." his voice dips, amused, "I -" all of his words are halted and his eyes widen. Oh the wiggling there is very good! He shudders and grabs onto Kexing's thighs.

Edited Date: 2021-05-04 01:59 pm (UTC)

They'd come together again too late. Kexing would rather have Zishu alive and whole for a long life, but even ten years without his martial arts he'd be happier than just two years. And yet he is starting to understand why Zishu...won't. Not if he can't still be able to protect people. So another solution needs to be found.

Kexing will stay at his side. Always.

He grins at that chuckle, delighted by each shift of expression on that handsome face. And laughs at that adorably ridiculous request, but of course he obliges! And oh! That reaction is priceless! It has him shiver, breath catching before he sets into a slow undulation of hips, rubbing and rocking against this maddeningly handsome soulmate of his as he feels heat build between them.

"Then I must wonder...what does." He tilts his head a little. "Is it...my handsome face that makes you shiver?"

Counting on that...on anything...requires bravery. Bravery he never thought he would have to give to anyone. Yet, when he sees Kexing, he feels like his pain fades away and that each day is whole and perfect. He has no complaints - only regrets.

And if there is a cure... Zishu will never harm himself again for any reason.

Pleasure is pooling in his stomach and Kexing will feel how very much Zishu wants him. His mouth goes dry and he gasps, his hands shaking as he touches any part of Kexing he can reach. His nails graze down those warm thighs...

"It's...that you're...Lao Wen." he smiles breathlessly, "I love your smiles... I love when you're stubborn. I want to hold you when you're angry and kiss you when you're sad. No one else can be Lao Wen, so I can't...be attracted... to them."

Just thinking about Zhou Zishu is generally enough to make him soften, getting see him in person? Oh. Even better. Every moment is precious, even when they argue. He just wants to stay at this man's side forever.

Oh, he feels it. And it sends a thrill through him that makes him shudder. That gasp demands a kiss! Kexing sets to kissing whatever he can reach, lingering, tender kisses with a flick of tongue as his body starts aching for more.

Those words fall over him like a warm blanket, wrapping around his wounded, bitter heart and encouraging it to snuggle in, inching towards light. He nudges his nose up Zishu's throat, flirtatious as he runs a hand down the robed chest to push the cloth at the other's waist out of the way so he can give those trousers a little tug.

"A-Xu..." A sigh, he loves calling for him. "Claim your Lao Wen."

There isn't any room for shame. Zishu wants him too badly! He helps push his robe out of the way, leaving only his chest covered. Then he pushes down his trousers, using his feet to free himself of them once they are around his ankles.

"Is that what you want?" he smiles softly, shyly, his arousal obvious between them. But even like this he can't be selfish. His fingers trickle over Kexing's cock, learning him.

"I had hoped...tonight might be special."

Zishu squirms just enough to pull out a small jar of oil from his pocket.

"Are you certain this is what you want? You don't need to do anything to please me."

There's a subtle motive, more unconscious than not, that led him to doing this just to get more glimpses of Kexing. He watches as the other bathes, positioned so the other can't really see how much he is actually looking -- but he is aware it's possible that the other can tell.

"They're practical, but not as often as you take them."

He's not particularly answering either is he?

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