Zhuiling Oneshots

Feverish Night Pt. 2

A few minutes later, completely out of breath and flushed, Jin Ling pulled away, and rested his forehead against Sizhui's. It was burning.

And that was when he realized.

Sizhui is delirious.

Poisons from a corpse biting were known to be fatal, but since Jin Ling had already sucked out the bad blood, he hadn't thought that there would be a side-effect. Now that he thought about it, he felt that a fever was obvious, in such a situation.

Now that he had figured it out, he scrambled away quickly from the other boy. He couldn't take advantage of the other in such a situation, even if they were lovers.

Sizhui, however, seemed to dislike that.

"A-Ling." He whispered. "Come back, please. If you don't want me to, I won't kiss you again. But please don't leave me."

Hearing this, Jin Ling started. He had never before heard such desperation in Sizhui's voice before; never seen his pleading eyes.

"Please," Sizhui said again. "Everyone I cared for once is dead. I can't bear to lose you, too."

Jin Ling was sitting on his back as far away from Sizhui as the cramped cave would allow it, but after hearing what the other had said, he slowly crawled closer to him. Sizhui immediately opened his arms wide, inviting the other in. Jin Ling hesitated, then gave in, sitting next to Sizhui, then leaning slightly against him, letting himself get wrapped in the other's arms.

"I love you, A-Ling." Sizhui whispered in his ears. "Please don't leave me. Don't hate me for what I did."

Jin Ling's face was burning red, and he was grateful there was no one around. The effect the other had on him was too intense for him to handle. His heart was pounding in his head, and his mouth was dry. He swallowed slowly as he turned to face Sizhui.

"I don't hate you." He paused... gathering his courage. "I love you, A-Yuan."

Sizhui's face broke into a wide grin and he rested the back of his head against the cave of the wall. His arms never retreated from around Jin Ling, and he preferred it that way, not that he would admit to anyone.

Sizhui fell asleep soon enough, but Jin Ling lay awake in his arms, listening to the rain and thunder outside. His thoughts were all over the place, switching from topic to topic. One second he was thinking about Sizhui's fiery lips against his, and the next he was wondering why Sizhui had been so desperate for him to not leave.

In the end, he fell asleep peacefully in the arms of his lover, only one thought in his head.

Sizhui loved him.