How To Polish A Pearl

Extra Three - Sharing (3)

This was not how he had planned it. He was just supposed to have a bit of fun. Sure, maybe somewhere deeply hidden inside his core, there is a very small part of him that knows that he would push it this far. That he would push himself this far. That he would end up giving in to sex with Wen Ke Xing.

Part of him is angry at himself for taking advantage of Wen Ke Xing. For lying to him, for being with him when Wen Ke Xing has no memory of them. Part of him is hurting over the fact that their first time will be when he is not himself—when he isn't Zhou Zi Shu. But if he is going to execute the plan he has started to form, that will likely be the case either way, because there is no way he can ever infiltrate Ghost Valley as himself. Not as Zhou Zi Shu.

But for the past three days, he has painted himself into a corner. He is sexually frustrated even though he has fucked a man each night so far. But this is Wen Ke Xing. It is a Wen Ke Xing who seems to fuck anything that moves at that. So, there isn't any chance that Zhou Zi Shu will stand out. He will only be one in an extremely long line of lovers, prostitutes and others. He isn't special. Not in that way. Besides, he is just giving Wen Ke Xing what he wants. He is the one chasing him after all. Baited or not.

However, when Wen Ke Xing breathes into his ear as he is coming down from his climax, he shudders and all his thoughts vanishes along with all the logical voices inside his mind.

He needs this.

He turns towards the man sitting on his left, blinking lazily and nibbles on his lower lip. "Wen Gongzi, I wasn't done with my other one."

He sees the shift in Wen Ke Xing's eyes and blocks the man from kissing him, instead pushing Wen Ke Xing face first onto the table. Wen Ke Xing twists his waist, swiping with his left leg, but Zhou Zi Shu is already on his feet and out of his seat.

"I said, I will decide if and when you touch me."

Wen Ke Xing straightens himself up and off the table and turns towards Zhou Zi Shu, a smug smile on his lips, "Then how about I use my fan? Technically, I wouldn't be the one touching you, right? Lei Gongzi?"

Zhou Zi Shu folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head, "How about this, if Wen Gongzi can beat me, and I will let you do whatever you want to do. All night."

Wen Ke Xing leans forward a bit, cocking his head, and licks his lips, "All night? Whatever I want?" He flicks his fan open, swaying it gently against his naked upper body, as he looks at Zhou Zi Shu from top to bottom, and then back up. "Lei Gongzi, are sure you can take it?"

Zhou Zi Shu's smile widens, "Oh, you have to beat me first, Wen Gongzi."

Wen Ke Xing takes a step forward, and finds himself slammed against one of the screens, Zhou Zi Shu whispering in his ear, "But if I win, I get to do whatever I want to do to you, Wen Gongzi." He lets Wen Ke Xing go with a shove and starts walking backwards.

"You won't win." Wen Ke Xing says as he lifts from the floor and moves with speed Zhou Zi Shu hasn't seen from him yet, his palm flat and ready to strike.

Zhou Zi Shu flips forward, kicking his right leg up behind him for rotation and twists his waist. Zhou Zi Shu has timed it to perfection, so that when Wen Ke Xing's palm reaches its goal, there is nothing but air. Instead, Zhou Zi Shu's left leg spins within reach and kicks Wen Ke Xing straight in the chest with a force that sends him a few meters back to where he came from—slamming into the screens and sending splinters across the room.

With a smirk, Zhou Zi Shu lands on his two feet, spinning to a stop facing the only other man present. "Wen Gongzi, are you sure about that?"

Wen Ke Xing breaks out in a genuine smile, one that Zhou Zi Shu remembers from his youth, and he sucks in a breath. It is so beautiful that he wants to memorize it and keep it in his heart as his own. And for a few seconds they stand like that, watching, assessing, smiling.