Rosa: A Wangxian Reincarnation Story

Transcendence

*****WARNING! INTENSE LOVE SCENE. Enjoy the hell out of it. I did!*****T

They sat on the enormous bed in the lotus position, facing one another. Their knees touched, but that was all, eyes closed. The sun lowered in the sky and bathed them in a soft light. Wei Ying had insisted that they change into their night tunics. His was a gauzy crimson and black affair ,of course ,while Lan Zhan was wearing a pale , glowing, blue silk, more tailored and modest.

It took some convincing. Lan Zhan being Lan Zhan, wanted to ravish Wei Ying on the spot. However, the meeting had been long, tedious and exhausting for all. Taking a leap, as they all had, into trusting someone like Meng Yao and opening their organization up fully, was hard. Oh no, Wei Ying had insisted, they must calm down, relax. This was their time, the first in two days. Lan Zhan had grudgingly agreed. He settled into meditation after a small struggle between his ravenous appetite and the desire for focus and calm.

Wei Ying being Wei Ying, did not, He could not help peeping beneath his heavy , thick lashes and drinking in the face before him.

His man shimmered. The antique gold hair was thick and wavy and fell to Lan Zhan's wide shoulders in an organized chaos that tempted Wei Ying's fingers almost beyond control. The tunic fell open, slightly exposing the exquisite collarbone, solid and defined.

Suddenly, all Scott wanted was Alain this night. Not lan Zan but his Alain.

His French Sun King.

His bronzed and golden icon.

He wanted that accent, ladened with white wine and peaches and rich, sharp cheese, to whisper husky words of passion in his ears.

He wanted the man as he had chosen to appear in this lifetime. New and fashioned just for Scott.

He wanted to leave the past far behind for once. He had had his fill of it today. So he allowed the side of him who was Scott to take the reins.

Scott leaned in slightly, making his first touch (a finger laid gently on Alain's knee) as soft as the wing of a night moth. There was no movement from the larger man. Emboldened he raised the finger and placed it on the well-muscled thigh. Nothing. He moved it further until it lay on the object of his desire.

Nothing.

Very carefully, Scott lowered his head and kissed it, reverently, and as always, in awe. He felt a hand grip his auburn curls and his head was raised to meet golden eyes, ablaze and fierce. Autocratic and royal. The Sun King was present.

"Whatever you say, say it in French. Lan Zhan and Wei Ying must rest tonight. I want us to be who we are intended to be this lifetime."

"Sacrilege! Tu as interrompu la meditation!"

"It may be so. I do not care if I sinned while you meditated. I could not resist.""

"Tu as besoin d'etre punie.""

Scott spoke quickly. Quietly. "Then do what a Sun King must. Punish me whatever way you want."

"Criminel!"

The bite to the adam's apple came swiftly, enough to bruise, followed by a slow and sensual lathing of the tongue.

"Yes." The moan was thick, filled with desire and want.

"Transgresser!"

Alain tossed Scott to his back and ripped the tunic down the middle. The next bite was on the right nipple, He drew a drop of blood and Scott screamed in delight, his head spinning from the quick attack and he felt himself grow hard in response. There was a growl above him and he closed his eyes from the intensity of the golden gaze, possessive and suddenly out of control.