𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 ✙ xᴜᴇxɪᴀᴏ ✙

Forever.

White flowers,
Pale as his skin,
Pale as his dress.

Black coffin,
Dark as his hair,
Dark as his memories.

The unmistakable stern expression,
Of whom couldn't forgive,
Of whom couldn't find his peace.

Xue Yang hated it the most.

His clothed fingers running onto his porcelain skin, gentle and slow as if the man could wake up from his sleep at any time.

He wish he did.

It was the plan all along, his revenge, his resentment, his biggest project after he was no longer under the Lanling Sect.

Why wasn't he happy?

It took him so many years, a whole life, to make things perfect. Study the enemy, elaborate every tiny drop of useful information, become another person, live with the constant reminder that everything could've been easier and faster if he wanted to, that the defenseless man was at his complete mercy every day and every night. Right into his enemy's embrace.

Everything ended too fast, too soon and not in the way that he wanted.

Why? What did he want?

His thumb gently parting those icy lips, as if he was scared that the man could break.

Didn't he broke him until even his soul couldn't be saved already? What did he want again?

He wished to be the one who pierced his jugular. He wished to glue his soul together and never let him reach his peace again. He wanted... What did he want, again?

A small sigh escaped the delinquent's lips, he tasted the man's face with a gentle touch, soft and respectful, something he never did before. A strange feeling rising into his chest and lingering in the air as he bent down to cover those lips with his own, and even if he couldn't see he just closed his eyes on reflex.

He didn't dare to take off the bandage that covered his piercing eyes, he wanted to feel the other man in the way the other did for years with him; the only difference that unlike the man, his eyes were still there and perfectly fine.

He moved his lips onto Xiao Xingchen's, kissing him gently and lovingly; with his eyes closed and the bandage, it was intense.

The warmth was gone but somehow he managed to recreate his taste, he slowly dragged his tongue into the Daozhang's mouth, grazing the Taoist's muscle with his own; his breath a little bit faster and heavier while he moved his mouth in a slow and sensual kiss; his hands now roaming onto his throat, tracing the scar that took his life away.

He pushed away, dazed.

Right, that's what he wanted.

His Daozhang, his Xiao Xingchen, his lover.

Under the taste of the other's man lips he seemed to remind what he truly wanted: revenge faded along the way as he settled down with Xingchen and A-Qing, the Little Blind was a pain in the ass but somehow it became a routine that he couldn't live without tease her, fight for the candies, doing chores and grocery, help Daozhang and night hunt with him.

Sleep together.

Kiss him.

Make him his again and again.

Be his again and again.

His head was spinning, if it weren't for that bastard, Song Lan, appearing once again they could've still been together. They could've been a family. Daozhang... Daozhang... Daozhang.

His Daozhang.

He missed his Daozhang.

He pretended to be him for such a long time now that sometimes it occurred that he just... Looked into the mirror and stroked himself.
His appearance resembled perfectly his lover's and he just stared at his own reflection with half-lidded eyes as he jerked himself, moaning his name like a mantra and even cutting his perfect cheeks with a knife, to mimic the bloody tears that Dozhang used to shed while he reached his bliss.

It was wicked but that what he needed.

Back then, in Lanling, he could fuck everyone without a single thought, but he never did.

He wanted his Daozhang, Xiao Xingchen still clouding his mind and memories.

It was strange, A-Qing wasn't around but probably she was trying again to find someone to kill him, he couldn't care less. It was the best time for him to finally do something he hasn't done in so long... Become one with his Daozhang.

He licked the scar on his jugular, slowly napping at his cold skin, gentler than what he was used to because the last thing he wanted was really to break him into pieces. He groaned as he searched for the hem of his inner robe and his undergarments; undoing them and hopping carefully into the coffin.

He wanted to do so many things to him as they used to when he was alive.

Daozhang always loved to play games and to satisfy him Xue Yang always managed to try new things learned from his mind and his mind only.

But right now he couldn't lay a finger onto Xiao Xingchen without the risk to do something too risky, all their games stored in a precious drawer of the delinquent's memory.

"Daozhang, MY Daozhang, you're so beautiful..."

Xue Yang purred as he lined his hard and wet member to Xiao Xingchen's hole, parting his legs gently and finally entering his lover's body.

He almost cried when he felt his member buried deep into the Taoist's body, leaning down -paying attention to not put his weight onto the frail body- and hiding his face into his chest, enjoying the feeling that surely was nothing compared to what he used to feel.

Because Xiao Xingchen was now a dead body, nothing more than a doll, from a physical perspective but Xue Yang didn't mind. As long as he could stay with him, even death was fine.

He slowly started to move, gentle thrusts as he took off his own bandage and watched his Daozhang's delicate features; he licked his face and peppered it with kisses, nose kisses and purrs like a kitten whom finally returned home after a long journey alone.

He trembled and cried as he kept staring at his lover's expressionless face, that always used to be flushed and filled with tears, accompanied by the hottest moans.

"D-Daozhang. Daozhang... D-Daozhang, I'm so happy...!"

He cried as he kept rolling his hips sensually and lovingly, he knew that Xiao Xingchen loved it the most, despite all their fun, there were nights where they would just make love for hours and Xue Yang... Loved it the most too. He felt loved, important, at home.

He kissed his mouth once again as he moaned, close, so close.

"Daozhang I love you...! Daozhang you're... Mine. Mine. All mine, always mine! I will... I will fix your soul and bring you back to me... I will stay with you, I want you with me! You're MINE, Daozhang."

Another thrust and he came, crying on Xiao Xingchen's chest, his fluids leaking from the Taoist's hole now unable to clinch it to keep the cum inside.

It took a while to recover, but once Xue Yang got up and cleaned himself, he spent a generous amount of time by cleaning his mess and dressing perfectly his Daozhang, perfume all over as he gently combed his long hair and hummed a soft song to him.

He needed the Yiling Patriarch. He needed to fix his lover's soul.

The last peck on his lips and he put his own bandage on again, covering his eyes and becoming his Daozhang once again.

Until they could finally meet again.
Until they finally could be together.

Until they finally could love each other again and again, forever.