Chapter 176 - I Will Mark You

"So, this is for Ye Wu, the demon who cursed my nephew."

"The curse could be worse, Ah Yue. You know this."

"Yes, I know. This… this is our last day together?"

"For a while, yes."

He understood why his husband would want Ye Wu and Pang Xi time together. He had watched Wang Li died and it was extremely painful. Letting out a deep sigh, he nodded.

"Okay."

He closed his eyes and kissed his husband slowly this time. Fingers tugged at his ribbon and it fell away, letting his platinum blonde hair cascade down his back. He did the same to his lover and the dark braids fell away. He let out a moan when Wang Li used his tongue just right, making his hips thrust up into air. They pulled away, connected by a string of saliva on wet lips.

"I will miss you deeply," Wang Li whispered and licked his lips.

"And I you."

They spent the rest of the day and through the night touching, pleasing, loving one another. His husband pulled the keen from deep in his chest as the throbbing cock inside him brought him to ecstasy. Lips, oh he loved Wang Li's lips on his own lips, his neck, his skin, everywhere. Never once removed from one another, they maneuvered effortlessly from different positions.

Currently, Ying Yue was bouncing on his lover's hard cock.

Those incessant lips were on his, pulling a moan from his mouth. He shut his eyes when a particular thrust felt like he was being smack against his heart. His breathing stuttered and his legs were weak, but he continued to move up and down. He felt the pinch to his chest, groping as if to call forth his blood to swell there. Then a hand wrapped around his leaking penis and he inhaled sharply with a groan. His movements stuttered when the fist pumped harder.

"Ah, ah, Li… ugh! Li, Li!"

His back arched as he threw his head back. His spent shot tiredly landing on Wang Li's fisted hand and his already sticky stomach. Teeth grazed over his already love bitten skin to his pulse point and nibbled on it, before biting down harder. Ying Yue's eyes rolled back as whatever cum he had left leaked out of him. His body shivered uncontrollably as his hips bucked repeatedly for a moment, before he felt he could breathe again.

Panting loudly, he just sat against his husband's strong thighs as he sucked every drop of his lover's cum, adding to the load inside him. Ying Yue tried to catch his breath and when he felt he was able to move his numbed nerveless limps, he lifted and moved back down. His husband was gripping bruising hips and moved them to fall to their sides. His leg was held up as Wang Li thrusted into him, panting hot breath against his head.

"Ah Yue, no matter how much pleasure I give you, how much of my cum is inside you, I can never get enough," Wang Li rolled his hips, "You are my everything."

"You… ah! You… you know… how to talk… ah! Ah!"

"It is the truth," Wang Li groaned as he moved the lifted leg over so he was bracketed by his wife's thighs, "I will mark you so you can remember, my wife. You belong to me."

Ying Yue dragged his fingers hard against his lover's chest, leaving raised red skin over already bite marked skin.

"As do you, my husband."

Wang Li pressed deep into him and kissed his lips in the dirty, sensual way that made Ying Yue's toes curl. Each thrust felt even deeper, carving a hole inside him that fit his lover's cock snuggly. His hole felt raw, even with all the cum slipping through with each buck of his husband's penis. Ying Yue watched Wang Li groaning above him as sweat dripped from his beautifully bruised bitten skin. He watched as his husband's shoulders tensed and the blonde tightened his hole.

"My wife," Wang Li stuttered out breathlessly and pounded into him quicker, faster, deeper.

"Mmph! Ah! Hu… hu…"

Ying Yue could not finish his sentence from the feeling of pain and pleasure short circuited his mind.

"My wife, my baby."

The blonde cried in pleasure as tears slipped out of his eyes. His hips bucked up and rolled while Wang Li continued his rhythm inside him. Drools continued to slip out of his lips and he felt as if his husband was trying to knock against his heart with his hard cock. Wang Li came and his hazy eyes caught the way Wang Li curled with his wet mouth opened. He watched as silver eyes shut in the throes of pleasure as his head rolled and hips pushed even deeper.

"My love," Ying Yue mumbled out and wanted to reach out to wipe the sweat from his husband, but his arms felt too heavy for him to lift.

"You make me crazy," Wang Li's pleasured heavy deep voice whispered and kissed his lips sloppily, tiredly.

"That makes the both of us."

"Hm? You make yourself crazy too?" His husband teased as he turned them to the side, face to face, still connected.

"Sometimes," Ying Yue breathed out a laugh and gasped when he felt a smack to his already used ass, littered with welts and bruises.

Placing their foreheads together, Ying Yue leaned in with a sigh. He placed his hand over his lover's chest and felt comfort in hearing the pumping of a strong heart. He felt fingers run through his sweat soaked hair from his face. His heavy golden eyes stared at the beautiful face before him and captured exactly how his husband looked at this moment.

"I will come as soon as I can, Ah Yue, my beloved wife. I will not let you wait too long."

"I know."

They kissed again, both remembering every breath, every movement of tongues, lips and fingertips.

They will be apart again, but this time, it was their choice.

Wang Li will return. Ying Yue will be waiting.

'Always.'

When Ying Yue woke, he was sore and bruised, but he did not use any medicine to heal them. He just basked in the pain, the memories of pleasure, of love. Wang Li had returned, and he was alone once again, but this time he knew his husband would come back to him. Pushing himself to sit up, he looked over at the side table to see a book that was not there before. He opened it and found himself smiling with laughter.

"Ah Li… thank you my love."

Getting out of bed and dressing, he hid the love marks on his skin and left his room with the book in hand.

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Pang Xi was just a farmer, one who had lost his family, could barely save what crops he had left, and was burdened by a man who was a demon. Every day he thought of her… him since they departed. The green haired man thought maybe he had been cursed by this demon. Why else would he continuously see red eyes in his dreams, red eyes following his every move, red eyes beside him at night. He ignored it, disbelieved it, and shook all of it away.

When he thought he could finally lie to himself and believe it, the demon returned with that same ruby eyes that haunted him. The demon would just stand a few feet from his front door and begged for his forgiveness, a mere mortal. Why? Was the demon indebted to him somehow? Could the demon not just kill him, force him to its will?

He ignored Ye Wu, the red eyed demon, but the raven-haired man was still there, night and day just waiting for his forgiveness. It rained, it snowed, it was sweltering hot, but the demon remained unbothered.

Pang Xi thought back to when Ye Wu came to him as a female, cunning and mysterious. He thought back to when they were in bed together and how those fingers ran over his face with featherlight touch.

["Why must you be mysterious, Ah Wu?" He had questioned the demon, human at the time when he asked.

"Some things are meant to be a mystery, Ah Xi."

"Why must you hide from me?"

Red eyes looked at him and a small smile formed on pretty lips.

"You'd hate me otherwise."

"I don't think that is possible, Ah Wu. You brought me happiness again. I thank you."

Then he made the first move and kissed the white skinned female and-]

The sneezes from outside broke him out of his thoughts. It had been raining for three days straight and the demon was outside in a thin robe. Pang Xi had not seen the demon eat or drink and he could feel the slap of guilt against his heart. He was no better than a demon.

He watched Ye Wu swayed before the demon fell over. Pang Xi waited and waited, but the body did not move as rain splashed against the raven-haired man's body. Quickly leaving his home, his safety, he went to gather the demon in his arms and brought him inside. He stripped the light body and wiped Ye Wu down so he was not so cold. Grabbing one of his robes, one that Ye Wu preferred to wear around his home, he dressed the demon before tucking him into his bed.

'Ye Wu, you stubborn demon. Don't die.'