How To Polish A Pearl

Chapter 24 - Slaughtering

A/N: So this story came to life when one of my friends asked if I couldn't write a really violent Ghost Valley "Wedding Night" - Taxian Jun style - which is something I had never considered writing. Since I love her, I gave it a shot and here we are...  

In any case - she is also the person who pre-reads all of my chapters before they get published. She likes it violent. So when she told me to specifically note to you guys that this chapter is violent and explicit - you should listen to her. 

If it makes you uncomfortable - please don't read it. This chapter contains a lot of gore, violence and graphic non-con. 

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For the first time since he was a child, Wen Ke Xing had felt fear. The long suppressed memories of his deceased parents had surfaced when the fear had surged through his veins as real as the air he breathed. Fear of losing this person who had been fated to cross paths with him at this point in time. Fear of not being fast enough to find him in time. Fear of not being strong enough to protect him. Like he had not been fast enough for his parents. Like he had not been strong enough to protect them.

The fears and memories of a young child, seen and relived through an adults eyes had filled his every being as he slaughtered the assassins. Relishing in how soft their skin and flesh was as he carved and butchered through body after body, working his way through these pathetic insects. He was fully aware of the fact that he had purposely made a mess, savoring the feel of blood spraying on his face, his hair, his robes.

When the last ghost had been decimated, he had just let the stillness consume him, breathing in the hot and sticky stench of blood, the odor of absolute death. Keeping his eyes clenched, feeling the hair wrapped around his face, blood running from his fingertips and dripping down his blood-soaked fan. Suddenly filled with disgust he had flicked the fan closed and used his core strength to send it hurling like a rocket off the cliff and out of sight.

Turning towards the man he had just slaughtered over thirty assailants for, he finds him slumped on the ground with blood-stained lips and clothes. Zhou Xu's face so pale the fear of failure wrenches fiercely within his soul. Meeting those unblinking walnut-colored eyes, his center of gravity shifts instantly and with one momentum, using his QingGong, he lands before him.

Anxiously grabbing hold under the arms, Wen Ke Xing lifts him up and pushes him against the boulder only to cover his soft pale lips, kissing him hungrily. Desperately. Violently. The taste of blood so intoxicating it rolls through under his skin in waves of raw agony.

For the second time in less than fifteen minutes, his instinct takes control, numbing all reason, leaving nothing but possessiveness. He rips at the green robe standing between him and his man, mumbling curses at himself for throwing away the fan.

Zhou Xu wobbles and grabs on to Wen Ke Xing's arms to steady himself during the tugging, his legs still not stable enough to keep his balance on his own. "Are you okay?" Trying to scan the person in front of him, that is methodically trying to take off his clothes. "Wen Ke Xing, are you hurt?"

Wen Ke Xing doesn't react, his eyes so dark he wonders if he is still possessed by whatever took control earlier.

"Wen Ke Xing!"

Swaying as he is turned here and there, he sees the green robe landing on top of the bolder next to them.

"Guzhu!"

Feeling Wen Ke Xing tug at his first white inner robe, he tries to fend of the assault. "Guzhu!" What is wrong with him? What happened?

Not slowing down, but rather speeding up his attack on the clothes, Zhou Xu hears the first inner robe tear into pieces and feels the silk slip off his shoulders and land softly at his feet.

"Lao Wen!"

Finally getting a reaction, Wen Ke Xing meets his eyes, the stare has transcended into something so dark and hollow he is not even sure Wen Ke Xing is present.

Leaning forward, Wen Ke Xing slowly inhales the aroma of blood, sweat and that sweet scent of his Ah-Xu. Rolling his shoulders, the tingling sensation lingers in his spine, slowly pulsing in light shivers that reaches the top of his head.

Smirking, his teeth still sparkling white against the dry and dark read lips. As they stare at each other, Zhou Xu feels another tug and suddenly the cold air is rushing against his skin, leaving prickles of goosebumps.

"Lao Wen! Stop."

Not listening, Wen Ke Xing takes a firm grip around his throat, almost lifting him off the ground, leaving him balancing on his toes. Slightly pressing his thumb against the throat, Zhou Xu's head turns to the left, exposing the side of his delicate neck. Licking along the jawline, he sees the pulse quiver under the almost sheer skin as it beats rapidly. Biting down, he is rewarded with the flavor of fresh blood. The sensation so intense, it burns his skull from the inside. The want so overpowering, his lips clamp over the wound as he greedily sucks every drop like an addict.

"Ooow, what the hell. Stop biting. Just stop it!"

Trying to break free he manages to push Wen Ke Xing one step back. Leaning against the boulder with shaking legs, his hand against the wound to suppress the view and smell of his blood, he repeats, his voice weak from the damage to his throat, "Lao Wen, just stop. Let's go back."

Before Zhou Xu has even finished speaking, his lips are suppressed by the same desperate kisses, the hand back around his throat forcing his mouth open. The lips are so violent against his, his wound split open again, only to have Wen Ke Xing voraciously sucking on his lower lip, desperately suckling every drop of blood.

Zhou Xu tries to lessen the stronghold around his throat, but the grip doesn't even budge even though he is essentially hanging on it. The Guzhu is so high on adrenaline and conquest surging through his spiritual core, whilst his own is damaged by the earlier impact and his already injured body. There is no way he has the strength to win this fight.

Trying to coax him into a situation where he might be able to control the outcome, Zhou Xu looks up into Wen Ke Xing's eyes and proposes, "Lao Wen, let's go back to Hua Men, our place, and take a bath in the hot spring."

The eyes staring down at him are glowing as Wen Ke Xing lifts him up, his feet dangling in the air, blood running over the hand and along his neck. Smashing him hard up against the rock, pain ricochets throughout his body like lightning bolts, causing bright light to temporarily blind him.

Unable to breath, his mind goes foggy, his eyes unable to focus. He feels his pants getting pulled halfway down his legs. Partly ripped they hang around the top of his boots.

Looking at the frail man who is now a few degrees paler as he struggles to breath, Wen Ke Xing feel nothing but ownership. "You are mine to do whatever I please with. Don't ever forget it." Moving in to lick at the blood that is leaking between his fingers, he whispers into Zhou Xu's ear, "You are not allowed to leave me."

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Author's Notes: 

You guys holding up? Next chapter might be more. Just more.