Not for the first time that day Hua Cheng feels his entire world shatter and reform around him. He stares at Xie Lian, utterly unable to form words as the shock runs through his whole body.
For the entirety of the last 800 years Hua Cheng has had only two real goals.
1 Find Xie Lian.
2 Become powerful enough to stand by his side.
In order to protect him.
In order to honor him as he should be honored.
And yes, in order to be worthy of him.
Not that he ever could be.
But he’d still wanted to come as close as possible. Power, strength, wealth, a kingdom of his own, he’s obtained it all to make himself worthy of his god.
And now…
‘You’ve always been enough.’
‘Wu Ming, San Lang, Hua Cheng, it doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that it’s you.’
The idea that his god might actually have excepted, welcomed, wanted, even… even loved him if he’d still been that nameless worthless ghost from back then…
That was…
That…
Hua Cheng fells his whole world tilting on its access.
The idea that he could simply have returned to his god’s side as Wu Ming and been welcomed with open arms… It wasn’t an idea that would ever have crossed Hua Cheng’s mind even for a second and yet…
Fuck
“San Lang?” Xie Lian calls his name and it breaks through the tumult of Hua Cheng’s thoughts, throwing him back into reality, a reality in which is god is sitting on his lap with flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips and looking at him anxiously as though beginning to worry that he’s said something wrong and he’s said that he wants him and called him beloved and fuck…
Hua Cheng surges forward again, licking his way into Xie Lian’s mouth and kissing him thoroughly, hungrily, desperately. His arms tightening around Xie Lian, pulling him even closer, until the god is forced to shift his legs out of the way by sliding one to either side of Hua Cheng’s hips.
Not that Xie Lian seems to mind if the soft sounds falling from his lips are anything to go by. Hua Cheng drinks them all, the need to hear more, to have more, overpowering all other thoughts. He kisses Xie Lian still deeper, his hands beginning to roam shamelessly over his god’s body, over his shoulders, his back, his waist, the curves his hips. He grips on there, using them to pull Xie Lian flush against him.
A low moan falls from the god’s lips and with a shock of pure pleasure and desire Hua Cheng’s feels Xie Lian’s interest press against him. Knowing that he is the reason for such a reaction sends waves of smug triumph and desire surging through Hua Cheng and he presses closer, pulling Xie Lian still more against him, feeling his god responding to him, until Xie Lian whimpers softly and pulls his mouth from Hua Cheng’s, burying his crimson face in the ghost’s shoulder.
And Hua Cheng suddenly remembers.
“Sorry, Gege, is this too much?”
“N-no, it’s… it’s fine… It’s just…” Xie Lian’s panting breaths ghost over the side of Hua Cheng’s neck and the god’s body is still pressed to his and it’s everything the ghost to do /not/ to act on the instincts coursing through him.
“Your cultivation.”
“My…” Xie Lian takes one more deep breath then raises his head from Hua Cheng’s shoulder. His face is the crimson of Hua Cheng’s usual robes, the blush extending up to his ears and down his neck but his eyes are bright with determination and the effect is stunning beyond words.
“800 years ago I lost the chance to keep you by my side and I lost the chance to tell you how I feel and I’ve spent 800 years regretting it. I don’t want to regret it again and I don’t want to miss another chance. I don’t… I don’t care if it costs me my cultivation. I w-want this. …W-want you”
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