Chapter 117 - I Need Answers

"But-" His mouth was captured and he moaned into the kiss as hands massaged his ass. When they pulled apart, Ying Yue was dizzy with wet lips.

"Do you feel better, my love?"

"Huh?" He sounded dazed and wanting those deadly lips on his once more.

"Do you prefer Sir Painter or Sir Ghost to cure you instead?"

"You…" Ying Yue shook himself out of the haze of arousal and frowned, "I… their both you Wang Li. I… I knew there was something about both of them that I… they reminded me of you."

"Anyone who remind you of me, you will have feelings for?"

"Wang Li," he sighed, "It wasn't that I had feelings in that way for them because they remind me of you. I felt the need to… care for them. Sir Ghost… he only spoke by writing against me and he seemed so sad. Sir Painter… there was an aura around him that made me… made me want to know more about him."

He held his husband closer; he searched moonlit eyes and placed his free hand on his husband's chest. He closed his eyes and he let out a deep breath. He opened his eyes staring at his lover's chest, once opened to reveal smooth chest was now tightened to the neck. He moved the hand down to wrap around such cold body.

"Even now, I wish to comfort you, but you still leave me in the dark."

"You will find out, Ah Yue," Wang Li cupped the back of his head and he felt light scratches to his scalp.

"You keep playing games, Ah Li… When will you stop?"

"You used to like games."

"But your games… they hurt me."

Wang Li tensed and pushed him off, but Ying Yue held tighter.

"I can't play a game where I do not know the ending… I cannot do it. It isn't worth it."

He heard the sigh vibrate through his lover's chest and he felt arms wrapped around him. He didn't realize how tense with anxiety he was until his muscles relaxed. Hands soothed him and the blonde nuzzled closer.

"Ah Yue," his husband leaned down and he looked into his lover's cloudy eyes, "You are worth it."

"I don't understand!" He cried smacking his forehead against his lover's chest, "Why is it gone? How was that worth it?! I don't approve. I don't, Ah Li. I don't."

He cried and cried with his entire chest rumbling like thunder against his ribcage. Fingers clenched against the teal colored robe, holding onto it like an anchor in the raging sea. Wang Li ran his fingers soothingly through his hair and he stuttered out a wet gasp, trying to breath calmly.

"You still need rest, Ah Yue."

"No, I need answers, Ah Li."

Hands cupped his cheeks and lips pressed against his. Wang Li then kissed his forehead and thumbed his tears away.

"I know, my love. Come, let us spend the night together and I will tell you what you wish to know."

"The truth, Ah Li, please."

"I have never lied to you."

"But you don't answer either."

"Whatever you wish, my wife. I will answer it all."

"No distractions."

"Distractions?"

"You know what I mean…" Ying Yue flushed and bit his lips, "Touching me…"

Wang Li laughed and kissed his lips once more. He smiled seeing the upward curl on his lover's lips. The raven head nodded and kissed his temple. Then his mind halted as he was swept up off his feet into the arms of his husband. Blushing, he blinked widely at his lover.

"Hm, have you gained weight, wife?"

"What?!" Ying Yue flushed a different way in shock and anger as he huffed. He tried to wiggle out of the hold, but Wang Li pulled him closer to bite his ear.

"Are you with child and have not told me?" Wang Li questioned deeply in the tone that made his penis twitch, "How you would look carrying my child… I would never let you leave home."

"Ah Li!" He was hot and red, smacking his lover's shoulder as he bit his lip, "S… Stop speaking like that. I am not with child."

"But you want to," the hot breath against his ear made him grip the cerulean robe. He inhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered, "Don't you, baby."

He did not reply, but he didn't need to because his husband always knew how to read him easily. Turning his face to capture hot mouth, he bit the raven haired man's lips. Silver eyes twinkled with mischief as the arm under his knees moved to straddle in between his legs. He inhaled sharply as he was righted, clinging to pull himself up.

"Ah, Ah Li!" Ying Yue flushed deeper than a blazing fire, "We, we are outside and... ah!"

His lover pressed his arm up and he was lifted onto his toes.

"You win! You win!"

He stuttered as his arousal pool and his manhood twitched. Wang Li grinned and kissed his lips slowly before removing the arm. His knees closed in toward one another as if to hide his interest for his husband's touch. A kiss to his forehead made him loosen his grip on his king's shoulders. The silver eyed man pulled away and smiled.

The blonde made a confused sound when Wang Li turned around and bent down.

"Ah Li?"

"I wish to carry you, my wife."

"Carry me?" His ears reddened, "I… I don't need to be carried."

"I have not been a good husband, my love. Let me carry you, unless you want me to carry you another way?"

He saw the smirk on his lover's face and he wasn't sure what Wang Li was thinking, but he knew his husband was tricky with his words.

For example, what just occurred earlier.

Laughing softly, he shook his head and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and his legs around Wang Li's waist from behind. He tucked his face against the curve of his husband's, hiding the flush across his freckled cheeks.

Wang Li tucked his forearm underneath his knees, as his husband stood up. He couldn't fight the grin spreading across his face. He closed his eyes and remembered a time when they would play around. Wang Li was faster than him, but he always found a way to jump onto the raven head's back.

["You look nice in red, Ah Yue," Wang Li complimented and he turned to him with a smile.

"Not as good as you, Ah Li," he admitted with a laugh.

"Hm you're right," the raven-haired male nodded and Ying Yue pushed him gently with his tongue stuck out. He soon felt a pinch on his waist, causing him to yelp. Laughing aloud, he tried to reach for Wang Li, only to have the man avoid his reaches. Determined to get back at his friend, he continued reaching for the raven-haired male. 

Grinning, he quickly jumped up and caught Wang Li 's back as he closed his legs around his waist.

"Gotcha!" He laughed and he felt his friend laughing from the vibration against his chest.

"Yes, you have."]

He let out a giggle realizing his husband probably let himself be caught.

'Ah Li… I may have your heart, but your mind I do not. I do not know what you think of since we met… Will I ever know?'

He closed his golden eyes and nuzzled his nose to be captured by the smell that he loved, the smell of his lover. Hair so soft like…

His eyes shot opened.

"Snow!"

His husband winced from his shout and he apologized wrapping his arms to block his lover's head, patting soothingly.

"I forgot about Snow. He is still in the palace. I am a terrible owner."

He attempted to get down from his lover's back, but Wang Li held on and shook his head with a sigh.

"Snow is fine. Whistle for him."

"Oh, right," he chuckled and closed his eyes. Reaching and calling for his spiritual energy to flow to his lips, he whistled. The sound went into the air and flew toward the palace doors, through openings and windows to the snow leopard.

The kitten's ears perked up and he picked up the baked fish into his mouth. The baby kitten bounded out of the palace with no servants or villagers stopping him.

When his big blue eyes saw his masters, he meowed pleased and happy. The baked fish forgotten, he ran over to his master he had not seen for many moons. He jumped and was caught by his master. He licked and licked, but his master kept laughing.

"Snow, that is enough."

The snow leopard purred as Wang Li ran his fingers through his fur.

"I have missed you, my friend."

"Purr."

"Why were you small?"

The cat looked over at the blonde and Ying Yue let out a giggle.

"The villagers were scared of Snow, Ah Li. I am sad he is no longer a kitten, but I am glad he is back to normal."

"Come Snow, let us go rest."

Ying Yue snuggled closer to the cold back, trying to warm it up. Placing a hand over his husband's chest, he rubbed it gently, as if he could call back what was once there.