Tell Me What You Want

Ying Yue felt his tears welled up in his eyes and wrapped his arms around the young man.

"I am sorry you had to go through that, Ah Shen."

"If I did not live through that, I would have never met my king."

Ying Yue pulled away and wiped his eyes. He let out a soft laugh and sighed with a smile.

"You truly love him, don't you Ah Shen."

"He is my king, Sir Yue."

He saw the pink dusting the tip of Shen's ears and he smiled. Wang Li was so loved and he was envious and pleased with that knowledge. There was a light breeze that danced across their skin and played with their hair. Ying Yue's smile softened as he observed the young man before him.

"Do you care for my brother?"

"Han Mo is strange."

"Hm," Ying Yue agreed before his green eyes softened, "He cares for you."

"I know."

His eyes widened slightly, before the blonde laughed shaking his head.

'Are you playing with his heart then, Ah Shen? Are you playing games like your king?' Ying Yue couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips. Shaking his head when purple eyes stared at him, he sighed relaxed.

"Wang Li told me, you belong to him, Ah Shen."

He saw a curl of small lips and Ying Yue found himself grinning.

"I thank you for speaking with me, Ah Shen. I will not take any more of your time."

The white-haired boy said his goodbyes and left, leaving Ying Yue to his thoughts.

'We all love him, don't we, Ah Shen.'

He looked up to the sun shining brightly above him, before reaching out to catching a falling petal.

"One day, Ah Li. You will love me like your first wife. I just know it," Ying Yue said determined as his aim was for the heart of his king.

==

(Netherworld)

He was in the shadows, where he was born and raised. The sound of his brethren echoed in the chamber, in their cages. Rattling of chains, grinding of stones, biting breath were heard in the area. Eyes closed, he hummed with a smile as he walked lazily down one side to the other.

"Pathetic," a demon as large as 10 feet growled out, "You are no brother of mine."

"To give us up for him," another spoke up, skinny as a twig, "and he does not even care for you!"

"Not only that," a female demon with purple skin spoke up, "to give up his throne for one of Heaven's chosen. How despicable."

"Instead of killing the boy, he fell in love," a hackle from another demon sounded, "How very sad! He will never love you!"

"That is where you are all wrong," the raven-haired male sighed turning to their cages, "Wang Li loves me. He does not lock me up; I am free to roam," he stepped closer with his red eyes staring into theirs, "Ghosts roam the village, is that not enough?"

"You know it isn't!" The twigged demon shouted, "Us demons have no escape! We are locked up like animals! You! You were supposed to get rid of him for us!"

"Ah," he nodded tilting his head, "Well, I can ask for you," he grinned, "but if he kills you, don't blame me."

The demons stopped chattering and moved further back into their cages. His red eyes turned to see the beautiful man in red. Red eyes shining, he bounced over to the silver eyed king.

"My king," he greeted, "Hm, you look a little tired today," he said wrapping his arms around the other.

Silver eyes glanced at him and his red eyes saw the breaking of the scar under the left eye. Reaching his hand out, he touched it to feel the pressure against the skin. He searched the king's face and wondered how this came to be. It had happened once, a very long time ago. Why was it happening now?

"Ah Li," he started, but the king shook his head and placed his palm over the amulet.

Walking over to the other side of the tablet, he stood before his king and watched. He could see the sweat beating across his hairline, the tightening of those silver eyes, the pursing of thin lips.

"Ye Wu," Wang Li spoke up still concentrating on his task, "Stop watching me."

Red eyes blinked before laughter escaped his lips. Raven hair thrown back as he grinned, placing his hand on his cheek as he leaned forward on the table.

"You didn't mind before," he mentioned looking at the amulet's glow, before returning to look at the beautiful face.

"Ye Wu," the king's voice was cold, but with a small warmth to it, like a sigh and it made the demon purr inwardly.

"Alright, Ah Li," his red eyes then returned to the amulet, watching as the glow pulsed and twisted.

'What would this amulet do, Ah Li? Why are you bothering with it?' He questioned, 'Why is your mark breaking once more?'

Lost in his thoughts, he saw the king's hand pull away and he glanced up. Wang Li was pressing his palm against his left eye, letting out a low hiss as he turned. Quickly moving to his side, Ye Wu watched as the king stumbled for a moment, leaned on his hold. There was a brief pause, a tension along the man in red's shoulders, before Ye Wu watched him head out.

"Ah Li," he called out, "Take care of yourself."

The Ghost King paused, glanced at him and walked through the portal.

'Wang Li,' he frowned fisting his hands, 'Has he returned to you?'

==

(At the Palace)

Ying Yue felt his body shiver from the fingers sliding down his spine before running down his ass.

"Do you like this?" Deep baritone voice asked as he thrusted long and deep into him.

"Ah, y… yes," he nodded, face pressed against the bed and ass in the air.

"Tell me what you want, Ah Yue," the raven-haired male pressed all the way in and rolled his hips.

"Mmph," he sounded squeezing the sheets, "Move more," he said, "Harder, please."

Once the blonde finished his words, he felt as if the world was spinning with the speed Wang Li went. Every move felt like a gut punched soaked with unyielding pleasure. He whimpered when his husband pressed against his prostate, making the man hit it over and over.

"Ah! Ah Li, Li," he repeated over and over as his eyes began rolling back.

Mouth opened and drools slipping, he moved his own hips against his lover's. He could hear the moan and panting from Wang Li, and he tightened his entire body.

"Ah Yue," his husband moaned out pumping into him faster.

He came with a shiver as he felt the hard shaft release inside him, claiming him. Closing his eyes, he felt kisses on his cheek, and he hummed content.

"Ah Yue," his lover's voice whispered in his ear, "You are hard."

Opening green eyes, he glanced down and felt his face flushed. When he felt Wang Li's hardness against the curve of his bottom, he felt his ears burning.