[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 1~]

[127.] The art of love.

NOTE:

Inspiration for this chapter's title:

Lord of the Lost - "The Art of Love"

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Sandu Shengshou was just dozing off; it was already getting dark.

By now, he had successfully trained his mind to ignore all loud noises coming from outside. This estate was a summer villa by design, and the walls were thinner – it was a pretty house, but quite useless in winter, and quite impossible to warm up. He was shivering, despite the big fire in the room, thinking, remembering how Zewu-Jun was never cold... how his embrace was always warm, how he kept him warm always. He sighed miserably; Zewu- Jun was hundreds of miles away.

Somebody knocked faintly at the door, and he noticed in the semi-darkness of the room that a tall figure entered carefully. He thought it was perhaps Wei Wuxian coming to ask him out for dinner. He half turned just to say that he was tired and didn't want any dinner today, when a too familiar voice gasped:

- I couldn't... I just...

He knew this voice. 

Was it a dream? Perhaps he had fallen asleep already and this was the perfect dream?

He sat up in the bed, breathless, afraid to hope.

- My... I...  -   his mouth failed to formulate what his brain was telling him.

Jiang Cheng's head was spinning because two strong arms crushed him in a suffocating embrace and thirsty lips were drinking his air, and he was falling, he was dying. It was a dream, the best dream of them all.

- My love... Wanyin... Oh, my love...

Kisses over his cheeks, over his eyes, on the corners of his lips, thirsty kisses on his neck; searching palms gliding over his shoulders and his arms, reaching down to caress his back; a warm   -   oh so warm!  –  body that now weighed over him, pushing him back into the bed, craving the closeness, craving his surrender.

He stared up at the most beautiful face, gasping, amazed, dreaming awake.

- Beloved... You came...

Jiang Wanyin's impatient hands opened the white Gusu Lan Clan robes, burying his face in the warm skin, kissing over the throbbing heart. Zewu-Jun smelled like winter frost, like saddle leather, like fresh cotton, but there was more... yes, the unmistakable scent of love, of home.

- My dream... My lovely dream...  -   he murmured lovingly.

- I couldn't... Wanyin, I couldn't... I needed... I needed to be with you... It was... awful... unbearable... Wanyin!!!

Zewu-Jun was sobbing, and his voice was breaking because of the sheer joy of holding the most precious thing in the world in his arms. There came a knock on the door, but they both ignored it completely as they were deaf and blind, and their bodies now had just one purpose  –   to meet, to unite, to be complete, to be finally fulfilled.

Wei Wuxian came in after there was no reply, just to see his brother, his hair down, biting mindlessly on Lan Xichen's shoulder with glazed eyes, in a dreamy state, topless and purring.

He gaped, wondering if that was perhaps some kind of an illusion – he never even knew that Zewu-Jun had arrived at Yùlán, and he definitely hadn't expected to ever see him naked and growling.

- Uh, well, excuse me!!!   Idiots, lock the damned door, will you?! There are children here!  –   he mumbled, wondering if Hanguang-Jun was here too, per chance.

He missed his husband too.