He Should Not Touch What Is Mine

The brunette paused before the white-haired boy who had not pushed him away. Squeezing the arm he was holding, he moved in closer, tilting his head slightly to-

A strong hand pushed him back roughly, causing him to stumble back. Gold eyes blinked before noticing the Ghost King had pulled Shen behind him. Silver eyes were glaring at him with a dark fire and Zhang Han Mo let out a nervous laugh.

"Ghost King," he bowed and cleared his throat, "We've brought you the rest of the books."

"Then you can leave," his cold tone washed over his skin, causing them to prickle up.

"Wang Li," the blonde spoke up, "It is getting dark. Why don't he spend the night in one of the spare rooms?"

"You wish for him to stay?" Those silver eyes did not leave golden ones and the brunette found himself gulping down the anxiety.

"Well…" green eyes glanced at him with pity.

The sound of footsteps arrived and the silver haired female greeted them.

"My king," she started, "My sisters and I have prepared dinner, since Ah Shen was away."

"You made dinner?" Shen looked at the female with wide eyed blinking.

Yun's straight face twitched at her lips and she covered them and nodded. The Ghost King nodded and followed the female, standing closely to the white-haired male with his hand wrapped around his wife's.

"Brother, come join us. You must be hungry," the blonde called out and the brunette let out a deep sigh of relief.

When they all settled down, the Ghost King ordered Shen to sit beside him. Ying Yue watched the slight hesitation in the young man, before he settled between Yun and the king. Sipping on his tea, his green eyes watched golden eyes stare with lips frowning.

'Ah, I know how that feels,' he glanced at the king, 'To wish to be in his heart.'

When Chu and Hien brought the meal, the smell was… different. He could tell they were nervous from their glances at their king. Meat… or what looked like it, was charred and burnt. Tofu soup that looked red as blood with spots of white floating. The only appetizing dish was the toasted twisted bread, lightly glazed with sugar. Ying Yue knew his stomach was going to hurt from eating tonight.

'Note to self,' he sighed, 'Never let Shen go anywhere for a long period of time.'

Green eyes watched Wang Li reaching with his chopstick for the meat, placing a few into his bowl before grabbing some for himself. He watched as the king bit into the burnt meat, face not giving away any emotions as he chewed. Blinking at the phenomenon, he wondered how the Ghost King was able to eat it casually, like eating the best cooked meat.

Then the soup was passed around and all eyes watched as the king sipped it. Still nothing to give away how the silver eyed male felt. The twisted bread was broken and Ying Yue could tell it was hard as a rock. The inside was not fluffy and looked like the color of white chalk. The blonde felt his stomach turning as his face turned slightly green. However, none of it bothered the king and he looked at the females.

"Thank you for preparing our meal tonight," he stated.

Just like that, the dam broke loose, and they began eating. All with different emotions passing through their faces, but each one ate enough to satisfy the king, especially the brunette male. Wang Li had forced him to drink more of the fiery soup and Ying Yue had to step in after the fifth bowl.

"Ah Li," he placed his hand over his husband's, "He had eaten enough," he said gently and glanced into silver eyes, "And, uh…" he let out a nervous laugh, "My stomach is hurting," he said quietly.

It was the truth. His stomach was crying from all the spiciness in that soup and the over cooked food. Rubbing his hand over it, he could hear the gurgling and curling of his organ.

"Ah Chu," the king spoke up, "Show Zhang Han Mo his room and Ah Shen…"

"Yes, my king," the white-haired male already knew what his king wanted.

Wang Li stood up and pulled his wife with him. Taking him to their room, he watched the blonde undress out of his outer wear before lying on the bed curled into his stomach. He took off his own outer robe and sat beside his wife. Wiping the sweat from the groaning man, he pushed the blonde onto his back and uncurled him. Hand placed on the flat stomach, he pushed some of his energy into the green-eyed beauty. Tensed muscles relaxed against his palm, as his fingers massaged.

"Did you really enjoy the meal tonight?" Green eyes looked at him.

"I appreciate their work," he replied with his silver eyes on his wife's.

"I see," a smile formed on the blonde, "I shall remember that, my king."

He heard the knock on the door and welcomed the visitor. Shen slid the door opened and placed the tray of tea on the table. He bowed and headed to the door but paused when his king spoke up.

"Ah Shen," Wang Li said, "Thank you."

The white-haired boy nodded and slid the door closed, but a small smile was on his lips.

Happy that his king acknowledged him.

Ying Yue sat up on the bed and took the offered teacup from his lover. He drank it slowly as he watched Wang Li closed his eyes. The raven-haired man sipped his drink and licked his lips to capture the taste of ginger tea. He slid his moonlit eyes slowly to see green eyes staring at him, gripping the teacup in soft hands. Wang Li pulled the cup away from the blonde's hands and placed them on the side table.

"My wife," he smirked leaning toward the beautiful blonde, "You are always kind to your brother."

"Well… I… you were being mean to him."

Ying Yue mumbled staring at those wet lips. He could feel the breath fanning his face as his husband moved closer. When Wang Li moved his lips, he could feel the light touches against his own.

"He should not touch what is mine."

"Hm? Ah Shen is yours?"

Fingers trailed down his neck to move down his chest, dragging his robe open. His breath hitched when he felt the palms touch his skin. Lips touched his and he moaned into it, moving his hands to his lover's sash. Wang Li parted their kiss and Ying Yue wanted to follow, but he stopped when he saw his king untying his blue robe. Ying Yue took off his own clothing and was left with his bottoms, but Wang Li helped him out of it.

The blonde was naked and his legs were closed, shy and flushing.

'So vulnerable, so shy, a feast ready to be devoured.'

Wang Li heard the rumble in his mind and his eyes darkened. Not bothering to fold his robes, he undressed until he to was naked. He crawled onto the bed to hover over his lover and heard the hitched of the blonde's breath.

"My dear wife," Wang Li breathed out running his hand up and down smooth thigh.

"Y… yes?" Ying Yue bit his bottom lip as his heart raced with anticipation.

Palms slid to his inner thigh, parting his legs as they moved higher to his hardness.

"You look quite delicious," the silver eyes man kissed and suckled his way down and spread his wife's legs, "So perfect for me."

Ying Yue flushed deeply and even more so when all Wang Li did was stare at his manhood and entrance for a while. Feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated, he reached down to cover himself. This earned a deep low chuckle that made his penis twitch. Long tongue left wet strips up his inner thighs and nibbled at the skin connecting pelvis to thigh.

Ying Yue gasped and a hand flew to clutch the bedsheet below him. Wang Li removed his other hand that was covering his private to place on the back of his black hair. Then… then Ying Yue just felt hot wet mouth capturing his every being. His back arched with need and he did not realize he was thrusting into his lover's mouth. His fingers were gripping long black hair pushing him closer. Fingers groped his ball sacks and squeezed it to life.

"My husband," Ying Yue moaned as he felt the incoming wave of pleasure high, "I-"

He was unable to finish his sentence because Wang Li had sucked hard, calling forth his release and he did. Shooting into his husband's mouth as his hips twerked up and twitched. Panting loudly, his arms laid outstretched as he felt laxed. Wang Li pulled off and licked his lips as he watched the afterglow of the blonde in his bed.

"Are you alright?"

Ying Yue did not reply for a moment, before he quickly pulled his lover to him. His mouth was desperate and needy, wanting to see his husband in pleasure as well. He reached for the thick cock pressed against him as they laid on their sides. He pulled back to stroke the shaft hard and fast, receiving harsh panting and groans from his king. His green eyes, half lidded and dilated, watched the pleasure fill his lover's beautiful face. The light brush of redness and the grip on his ass, Ying Yue rubbed the tip and moved faster.

When Wang Li came, he came so beautifully like an art piece one could never get right. He was pulled up against hot chest as his husband nuzzled his neck and breathed him in.

"How I missed you."

"I am here," he whispered and Wang Li smiled, transferring his feelings through the kiss.

"Yes, you are."

'Forever. Mine.'