His Beloved: A HuaLian TGCF Fan Fic

Chapter 5

The words shock Hua Cheng to his core. He's spent every moment of the last 800 years longing for his god but to learn that he wasn't alone in it, that he hasn't been alone in that longing...

And the rest of it, what Xie Lian wants... That he truly does desire Hua Cheng. That's...

A soft disbelieving chuckle falls from his lips.

"Your highness, you really will be the death of me..."

Whatever response Xie Lian would have made is lost against Hua Cheng's lips as the ghost kisses him again, kisses him and kisses him and all the while he clings to Hua Cheng as though he's afraid that some force will come to tear them apart again. It's a fear Hua Cheng shares and so he clings just as tightly and swears over and over again that anyone who tries will die before they get close.

His mouth never leaving Xie Lian's, Hua Cheng loops one arm around his god's back and the other around his thighs and stands, his shoulders broadening as he does so as his true form returns. Xie Lian makes a muffled sound of surprise but only clings still tighter as he's lifted from the floor.

Hua Cheng strides quickly across the shrine and lowers Xie Lian onto the sleeping mat, their mouths finally parting as Hua Cheng kneels above him, one arm on either side of Xie Lian's head.

Xie Lian looks back up at him, eyes bright and cheeks flushed and for a long moment all Hua Cheng can do is stare down at the god below him. Then suddenly he realizes something and his body tenses slightly in the way it always does as he prepares to shift his form but before can he's stopped by a light touch against him arm.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought your highness might prefer my younger form." He'd spent months working on it, creating something that still looked vaguely like him but more attractive, more aesthetically pleasing, a face his highness might actually not mind looking at in such moments.

To his surprise Xie Lian shakes his head, a soft smile curving his lips. His hand moving from Hua Cheng's arm to his face, fingers brushing over the ghost's cheek.

"I like all your forms but I've spent enough time looking at you through a mask. Right now I want to see you."

The breath Hua Cheng no longer needs catches in his lungs and for a moment all he can do is stare at Xie Lian as sudden emotion swells with in him. Xie Lian seems to sense the tempest raging inside of him because he caresses Hua Cheng's cheek again.

"Only if Sand Lang is comfortable though..."

Hua Cheng catches that hand in one of his and brings it to his lips, kissing the tips of each finger just as he always dreamed of doing.

"As my god wishes." His voice is low and still thick with emotion and Xie Lian gasps softly at those kisses.

Hua Chang turns the hand in his so that he can place one more kiss on Xie Lian's palm. He wants to kiss him everywhere. His deceptively slim yet muscled arms, his perfect chest, the thighs Hua Cheng has spent way too much time imagining, his beautiful throat....

His throat.

Hua Cheng's eyes focus on it and he lets the hand he's holding fall as his fingers hover over the bandages covering the god's neck. He reaches for the end of the cloth then hesitates.

"May I?"

Xie Lian hesitates for a moment then he nods, and lifts his head a little to allow Hua Cheng to unwind the bandage to reveal the perfect jade of the skin beneath ...and the shackle.

Hua Cheng's eyes darken when he sees it and for a moment fury drives out all softer emotions.

How /dare/ Jun Wu do this.

How dare /anyone/ allow this.

How dare they, all of them, all of those so-called gods sitting up on their cloud while his beloved suffers.

When he gets his hands on the lot of them...

"San Lang..." Gentle arms wrap around his neck pulling him back down and there are soft lips against his own, grounding him in the moment and in the warmth that is his god. And then he's doing it, kissing Xie Lian the way he always dreamed, not just his lips but his cheeks, his jaw his neck, pushing the fabric of his robe out of the way to kiss his collarbone bone, his shoulders, his chest, worshiping his god in the way that he deserves to be worshiped.

Hua Cheng finds the buds of Xie Lian's chest, taking one in his mouth, pleasure and heat spark through him in equal measure as he feels the god squirming beneath him, hears the moan that fall from his lips.

Xie Lian arches his back, his moans increasing in volume as Hua Cheng bites and sucks against the sensitive nub, one hand coming up to play with the nub, drawing out his god's pleasure.

"Ahhh... San Lang... Wu Ming... Ahhh... Please..."

The sound Xie Lian crying out his name like that, both his names, begging for him to touch more, take more, it sets him alight, burning through the last layer of his self control.

Hua Cheng surges forward, hands tearing away the remainder of Xie Lian's cloths even as his lips leave Xie Lian's chest, returning to his neck. He bights down against the soft skin of Xie Lian's throat, sucking a mark into the skin, and is rewarded by a particularly loud moan. He does it again and again, his hands wandering freely over Xie Lian's body, his chest, his stomach, the curve of his waist, the swell of his hips, the perfect plumpness of his thighs, and all the while sucks mark after mark into his god's throat.

He might not be able to remove the shackle, not yet, but he won't let heaven's mark of suffering be the only one on his god's skin, not anymore, not when he can cover every swell and curve of skin with the marks of Xie Lian's pleasure.

"Beloved~" Xie Lian moans the word, his fingers clinging desperately to the back of Hua Cheng's robes.

"Beloved..." Hua Cheng echoes the word into the hollow of Xie Lian's throat and its everything he's ever wanted and everything he'd never truly thought would be his and he is bewitched and intoxicated and addicted to Xie Lian's scent, to the taste of his lips, to the softness of his skin, the sound of his moans and whimpers, the sight of his body arching and shuddering, the way he melts beneath Hua Cheng's hands, surrendering himself to the ghost and to pleasure.

And so for while Hua Cheng forgets the heavens and the hells and everything that lies in between because with his god in his arms, he's found heaven.