I'm out of my head, out of my mind, oh, I
If you let me, I'll be
Out of my dress and into your arms tonight
Yeah, I'm lost without it
Feels like I'm always waitin'
I need you to come get me
Out of my head, and into your arms tonight, tonight
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Zhang Qiling rarely expresses his emotions but Wu Xie knows what he's feeling most of the time.
Zhang Qiling has been trained since he was a child, multiply used as an object of protection, exploited for his strength and blood, suffer from loss of memories once in a while. His isolation behind the Bronze Door, guarding whatever the heck in it alone tells how much pain he has to bear. Wu Xie doesn't know he feels but he knows how painful it is for Zhang Qiling.
It is one of the days where Zhang Qiling feels overwhelmed with everything. The handsome male comes back early that morning after three days of being away for another graverobbing. Wu Xie wakes up early that morning. His lips curl into a sleepy smile when his lover walks in. The latter stops for a while, staring at Wu Xie. He kisses Wu Xie's temple before stepping into their shared bedroom. Wu Xie feels something is wrong. Something must have happened to the male. He pouts slightly then walks to the kitchen to prepare for the meal.
Knock. Knock.
Wu Xie leans his head against the door, trying to listen to any noise. None. The door is not even locked, however, it's not a good time to barge in. He knocks again before sighing slightly.
'Xiaoge. Food is ready. Come eat.'
Wu Xie stares at the door for a while then walks back to the dining room.
Zhang Qiling will not eat or drink anything.
Wu Xie's worried about that habit. Although it only happens once in a blue moon, it'll be the worst period. Zhang Qiling will confine himself in the room, barely eats or drinks. Sometimes, Wu Xie finds him training at the courtyard harder than ever. As if, he is trying to make the pain in his heart disappear by making it physical.
Wu Xie knows how much Zhang Qiling suffers. Every time he uncovers the truth about Zhang Qiling, his heart is shattered. They are cruel to Zhang Qiling. They forget Zhang Qiling is also a human who has feelings and is capable of feeling pain. Wu Xie hates everyone that ever uses and hurts Zhang Qiling including any Zhang family members who put his Xiaoge through hell. Xiaoge doesn't deserve that.
Finally that night, Wu Xie decides to barge into the room.
He slowly closes the door behind him, doesn't bother to switch on the light that has not even switched on in the first place. He stares at the figure clad in black satin pajamas on the bed. That's a good sign. At least, Zhang Qiling takes a bath and changes his clothes already. Wu Xie smiles slightly. Zhang Qiling is not the type to talk. His action speaks everything for him. So, Wu Xie has to do the same.
He approaches the bed slowly, stopping a few metres away then strips out of his clothes, leaving his boxer on. He wiggles his way under the blanket since it is tightly tucked around Zhang Qiling's body. He holds back his chuckle when Zhang Qiling moves before taking him into his arms. Wu Xie feels so content to be in those hold again. Zhang Qiling's arms tighten around Wu Xie's slim body as he caresses the bare waist.
Zhang Qiling is not the type to come to Wu Xie and seek comfort. He prefers to be alone although he's aching. He doesn't want to be seen as weak, which he never is. He's strong. Wu Xie knows Zhang Qiling is the strongest person in the whole world, not because of his physical strength but his heart. He keeps going with his life after so many hardships. Wu Xie's amazed with his lover.
Wu Xie looks up to his lover, caressing his cheek fondly. He hates the endless dark eyes that hide thousands of feelings.
'Xiaoge. What's wrong?' He asks softly.
Zhang Qiling shakes his head quietly. Wu Xie closes his eyes once he feels the long fingertips ghosts every inch of his body; from his neck to his hips. The beautiful male tilts his head back when Zhang Qiling plants butterfly kisses on the pale neck. Wu Xie never minds the method Zhang Qiling uses to express his feelings. As long as it manages to pull him out of his dark thoughts.
Wu Xie slowly opens his eyes when he feels two taps on his cheek. His brown eyes sparkle as he smiles at the black pearl eyes. The usual dark eyes look alive as the cloud and haze lift up. Wu Xie kisses Zhang Qiling's forehead, slowly moving to kiss his eyelids, nose button, cheeks and lastly leaving a soft peck on his lips. Zhang Qiling holds Wu Xie's cheek before kissing the younger's lips languidly. He takes his time to devour every inch of the pink soft lips. Wu Xie rolls his hips before deepening the kiss. Zhang Qiling growls softly, gripping on Wu Xie's hip to control the beautiful male's movement. He almost chuckles into the kiss when Wu Xie tries to manhandle him again so he does it before another attempt.
Wu Xie gasps softly as he stares at his lover who's hovering over his body. He laughs softly then wraps his arms around Zhang Qiling's neck, pulling the male down. Zhang Qiling smirks slightly as his lips inch away from Wu Xie's. He stares into the brown orbs that are filled with love and warmth before capturing Wu Xie's soft lips again. So much emotion is transmitted through the kiss. Wu Xie tugs on Zhang Qiling's jet-black hair gently when his lungs beg for air. He pants slightly, opening his eyes slowly to look at the male beneath him.
'I love you, Xiaoge.' The soft whisper never fails to melt Zhang Qiling's heart and unknot the tangles in his mind.
'I love you, Wu Xie.'
