Chapter 113 - Sir Painter

"Hm? This is my painter. He painted you the day you revealed yourself, but you were far away. I wanted him to paint you exactly as detailed."

"Painter…?"

Hands that held him up, removed itself from his shoulder and he was left with the coldness those palms left.

"Yes! I have not seen him in so long! You will go visit the other leaders?"

Sect Leader Yang questioned and the man nodded. He grinned and waved them over to their spots. Dragging the blonde over to the center, he nodded and went to sit back with a grin behind his fan. His painter went to sit where his materials were and sat waiting. Heaven's Chosen glanced at him before his eyes were back on his painter.

'Does Heaven's Conduit know my painter?'

He watched as the blonde slowly untied his belt and revealed milky white skin, flushed with pink.

"Please, Heaven's Chosen, please pose."

"H… how?"

"Mm… like this!"

Sect Leader Yang posed seductively and Ying Yue flushed deeply. Another pose where the young man laid down with his legs spread. Another where the leader was on all fours, bent to spotlight his behind. Another and another, all inappropriate that made his entire body flush as he covered his eyes.

"Sect Leader Yang! Please. Something… appropriate."

"Hm? They were inappropriate? Were they, painter?"

The painter shook his head and the brunette laughed, causing the blonde to sit down covering below his waist.

"Well, I suppose sitting down is fine too."

Ying Yue sighed relieved and nodded.

"You must look relaxed, Heaven's Chosen."

"I am naked, Sect Leader Yang."

"Yes."

"…"

"Alright, why don't you think about something nice? We could talk too, if that pleases you?"

"Would it not affect the painting?"

Ying Yue looked at the man and saw him shook his head.

"See, my painter is the best! He can paint anything! He has wonderful memories."

"I see."

"What would you like to talk about? Oh! What about how you were chosen?"

Ying Yue smiled and thought about what to say.

"I was raised by my master. He had always told me I was chosen by the heavens, it was an honor to be a chosen. I grew up excited, happy that I would be the one to help everyone. I welcomed it…"

He paused and he smiled softly as his eyes reminisce on the past.

"… but then I met him."

"Who?"

"My husband."

"You are married?!"

Ying Yue laughed as the young man stared at him shocked and flabbergasted.

"But! But! You… you are supposed to be innocent and pure and… how could you be married? To a man even?! You are of the Heavens. How could they allow this? What-"

The sound of the ink brush broke.

The painter turned to the young leader and placed a finger to his thin lips. Sect Leader Yang pouted and covered half his face with the opened fan in his hand. The painter with the top half his face covered with decorated gold that swirled, like vines dancing in content over white, looked at the blonde and nodded for him to continue.

Ying Yue just stared.

He watched the man with raven hair grab another ink brush and dipped it into the liquid. He went back to stroking, but Heaven's Chosen did not turn away from the way the painter looked. Ying Yue felt his heart beating quickly and he licked his lips a few times, trying to hydrate his chapped lips.

'Could it be…? Am I… imagining this again? But... those lips... I would know them.'

["Ah Li, stop," he laughed as his lover tickled his sides and he twitched trying to get away from those fingers. He felt a kiss against his temple and Wang Li pulled away with a grin. Grinning back, he looked down at the table to see such beautiful strokes that formed an image of Snow staring at a butterfly.

His golden eyes glanced up at his lover, his beautiful man sitting before him relaxed and content. The sunlight highlighted such beautiful features of his, any human, demon, Heaven would be jealous. He saw thin lips curl and parted.

"Are you paying attention, Ah Yue?"

He flushed embarrassed for being caught. He let out a giggle and looked down at the table in awe. He turned to Wang Li and could not help being envious.

"You truly are a painter, husband."

"Thank you, my beautiful wife."

He kissed his lover and sighed happily as fingers glided through his hair.]

"Heaven's Chosen? Hello?"

He blinked and came back to himself. Looking over at the brunette, he saw the man looked down at the sheet covering under his waist.

"You should be bare, remember?"

Ying Yue glanced over at the painter who waited patiently, watching him with a small smile. He pulled the sheet away and was naked before the painter and the leader. He took a deep breath.

"When I met him… it was fate, as if the heavens brought me to him. I knew he was special. I don't know when I fell in love with him… maybe I already did? I just know… I just know I wanted to be near him, beside him."

He looked off to the side, doing his best to not stare at the painter that made his heart flip and stutter like his husband.

'Are you him, Ah Li?'

"I know what was asked of me and I know later what was asked of him…" Ying Yue continued.

"What was asked?"

Ying Yue closed his eyes and his shoulders dropped in sadness. He shook his head and pursed his lips.

"Too many things, Sect Leader Yang… too many and I was selfish. I forced myself into his home, took his time from his work… I dug a hole in his heart for me."

He let out a deep sigh and stared off at nothing. He could hear the strokes against the paper. He could hear the fanning of the fan from the young leader.

"You truly love him…" Sect Leader Yang said slowly.

"Yes, very much, very deeply."

The time past quietly and the lantern's candle flickered as the wax melted slowly. After a while, the strokes were done and the young leader in green was pleased. Ying Yue wrapped himself up and stood, looking at the painting of him.

He flushed seeing how he was portrayed.

"Quite lovely, beautiful as always my painter! I will go show to the others. They shall follow your strokes because I know I cannot keep you here long. Thank you Heaven's Chosen!"

The young leader rushed out of the door skipping with happiness. Ying Yue turned to stare at the painter whose top half was covered with a mask. The man looked at him and he could not make out the eyes from the covering, but saw the thin lips... lips that looked very familiar.

"Sir Painter… do you know Sir Ghost?"