[UN: philanthropist | Video]

[ghostlord]

It's cold and people are looking for company. No one wants to suffer in a new world alone. {He seems amused, fanning himself and lounging as if he doesn't have a care in the world.}

I suggest when you're looking for a mate, take a good look at their shoulder-blades. Of course the one who has the loveliest shoulder-blades is already spoken for, but I encourage you to find second and third place. I think it's a worthwhile endeavor!

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[ghostlord]

{Just right. Good. Kexing rubs over Zishu's back and searches for all the chilly places. They will be warmed! That is his promise!}

Must you always be heroic? {He raises Zishu's hands and puffs his breath over them.} Your poor fingers!

[fated_dance]

[ His eyes close as he’s warmed by those touches. This soulmate of his spoils him. Utterly. His grin presses to Kexing’s neck at the extra scold and his eyes open to peer into his soulmate’s eyes as his hands are dutifully warmed. ]

Must you be so? Philosopher Wen?

[ghostlord]

{Each perfect finger is kissed and nuzzled before he dares to kiss Zishu's lips. Then he tucks his soulmate right back where he belongs - against him - and closes his eyes.}

Yes. That is my nature. A philosopher. A philanthropist.

[fated_dance]

[ He chuckles softly and kisses back before snuggling right back into place. Zishu slips his hands impishly under Kexing’s tunic to stroke over warm skin as he warms up a little more. ]

Ah. Good.

[ His eyes also close as he’s gets comfortable again. ]

[ghostlord]

{He wiggles just so and causes Zishu's hands to slip deeper under his tunic. His warm skin belongs to his A-Xu, so he wants him to enjoy it.}

Those titles pale in comparison to my reason for existing.

[fated_dance]

[ He grins at the cute wiggling and shamelessly lets his hands wander, gently exploring his beloved’s gorgeous body again.

But those words! His heart melts all over again and he nudges their noses gently together. ]

Lao Wen.

[ ’Mine,’ isn’t said aloud, but the intent is there. ]

[ghostlord]

{It's his turn to melt and he hums his approval, running his fingers through Zishu's soft hair. He grins at the sweet nudge and tilts his head, bringing their lips together for a slow, warm kiss.}

A-Xu is my other half, my reason for being born.

[fated_dance]

[ He loves when this man plays with his hair. It makes him hum again and press somehow even closer as he happily leans into the sweet kiss. His hands slide up, bringing Kexing’s tunic up as he strokes over his soulmate’s shoulder blades, a little grin on his lips as he seems to playfully consider those delicate butterfly bones.

Ah but those words! ]

You’re being ridiculous. [ But his tone is warm rather than scolding. ]

[ghostlord]

{He flexes so those shoulder-blades are more visible, smiling flirtatiously. Aren't his handsome too? Does his A-Xu finally understand why he loves strong, beautiful backs so much?}

I was given to you, wasn't I?

{His eyes sparkle merrily.}

A-Xu understood me immediately.

[fated_dance]

[ He grins at the flirtatious flexing and kisses that smile again. ]

Peacock.

Yes, you were. And I have been given to you.

[ He tangles their legs together. ]

You always saw past my mask.

[ghostlord]

{He leans into the contact and sighs happily.}

I thought about you even after I drank the water. I wondered if you were real.

{His smile widens, giddy and sweet.}

I told myself I was following you because you were a useful piece in me getting revenge...

But the truth is, I couldn't stop looking at you.

[fated_dance]

[ Another feather-light kiss just because! He can’t resist this man! ]

I’m here. I’m real. You saved me, my Lao Wen. Even when I didn’t want to be saved.

[ That sweet smile must be kissed too! This time warmly, love clear in how he lingers. ]

I would help you with your revenge too.

[ghostlord]

{Don't resist him! Kexing is under the spell of Zishu's kisses, his hand stroking over his beloved's side.}

You just didn't have anyone to love you. You thought everyone had passed.

{He deepens the kiss and rubs their legs together under the covers.}

Mmm I know. But I wanted to do it myself. Seeing it done frees me to focus entirely on you.

[fated_dance]

[ He won’t! He can’t! He’s tried, so very hard. And failed. Now, he doesn’t mind that. ]

Until you found me again.

[ And relentlessly clung to him.

Zishu wraps his arms around his love and presses eagerly into every touch. ]

As long as you know you aren’t alone. No matter what you do, you have me.

[ghostlord]

{Because this is right. This is how they are supposed to be.}

My A-Xu. I would know you in any disguise!

{He kisses the edges of Zishu's lips and then, grinning, slips a hand under his tunic.}

I know. What happened was never your fault. I guess it wasn't mine either. But my parents deserve justice and they got it. I was so confident about facing Zhao Jing because I knew you were with me.

[fated_dance]

[ Just so.

He smiles softly at his love, amused. Then chuckles as that hand slides under his tunic, allowing himself to arch just a little into it in welcome. ]

They do deserve justice, Lao Wen. It’s only right you got it for them.

[ He doesn’t let himself wish to remember those events which he’s only been told about. It serves no purpose. ]

[ghostlord]

{He caresses the soft skin and slides his hand over Zishu's chest, admiring him openly. The little arch makes his heart skip. Even like this, even on just his word, Zishu accepts him. If anything, his love for the other man has grown.}

I used a technique they taught me. It felt good and...

You know, I would be happy to use the same technique on anyone who bothers you.

{Like a certain prince.}