Warning: NSFW

Background: This scene took place within Chapter 127 during Hua Cheng's spiritual surge, while Xie Lian did his best to comfort the Demon King's suffering.

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Within the walls of QianDeng Temple, Xie Lian could not think beyond the hand skimmed under his clothes, smooth magical fingers played across his heated flesh. Hard, but soft, warm yet cold. His mouth covered, Xie Lian could only whimper against those lips.

Shame scorched, like a quick dip in the hot spring. Xie Lian caught the roaming hand before it ventured lower than it should, but for reasons unknown, Hua Cheng broke their kiss. Undeterred, his hot searing mouth laid kisses on the vulnerable neck. The unfair assault caused Xie Lian’s body to arch, quivering.... as the wet tip traced down the pulsing throat.

The hands that shouldn’t, but did. Mouths of which kisses brought, insisted...

Sweeter than honey, more fragrant than flora’s sun.

Held, captured...was he really?

If only he had known, experienced...

Was he be so easily swept by the currents?

From their unparted lips, spiritual waves eclipsed. The person below shook from the impact, thrown off unexpectedly by the pleasures he only had glimpsed.

Endless...the horizon unseen. These desires...Would they be the same if others had touched him so?

Brought forth the same fire, same craving, upon the man he was facing…?

Xie Lian cursed himself for his lack of experience for the first time in his 800 years of existence. He was not poisoned by aphrodisiac flowers this time, but his body was blazing all the same. There was no fault he could lay blame to. What kind of God was he if he could not rein in his desire? That’s another subject the High Priest did not teach -- fighting off men’s advances.

Well, not just any man’s advances, but a Demon King’s. A Supreme Calamity Class no less!

Hua Cheng was a God above Gods, Demon above Demons. Crimson Rain Sought Flower was more imposing than any known Martial God above.

Delectable would be a better description for a being, so far-reaching before he knew, Xie Lian was biting off more than he could chew.

It wasn’t fair!

San Lang’s hands were everywhere! Kneading, touching...p-p-pinching! His broad framed body melted perfectly against Xie Lan’s, as though they were made from the same mold.

Worse! Xie Lian’s body was reacting on its own. Correction, not of his own choosing, but who could fight off such a temptation? Shamelessly, he could not ignore the unspeakable part of him that had risen, nor could he ignore San Lang’s either.

Xie Lian's head screamed for sanity's return. He struggled against the body above. San Lang was not in his right mind. He didn’t know what he was doing. Nor could he control himself. Even though Xie Lian had apologized beforehand, he didn’t think it was enough. Xie Lian realized he had to stop the act before it was too late. Easing spiritual qi fluctuation is one thing, but this wasn’t it. Or was it?

Eyes shot open.

No! Not like this! They can’t.

Mortified, a desperate cry escaped. Once again, Xie Lian broke free, but the excessive force made him roll off the altar and hit the hard floor from the rush. Scrambling to his feet, half crawling, half running, instinct told him to head towards the door.

Silly him for even trying, because San Lang appeared within a flash.

“Gege, where are you going?” the Demon King spoke in a low husky tone.

Xie Lian swore he saw red in those fiery eyes.

Is this how Crimson Rain Sought Flower preyed on his enemies? The spiritual aura practically glows red with dark shadows. For a moment, Xie Lian had a vision of how Hua Cheng must have appeared when he rose from Mount Tong’Lu. The birth of a Supreme, like the ascension of a Celestial God, would have been a captivating sight to behold.

Xie Lian backed up from Hua Cheng’s approach. Not out of fear the Demon King would hurt him. No. Never! Xie Lian trusted San Lang explicitly. Even out of control, San Lang would never harm him. That knowledge came from every fiber of his being.

Still, an unfamiliar, unexplained feeling rose.

He was afraid, admittedly so. But what was he afraid of?

“San Lang...I-I…,” his voice quivered, “San Lang...”

By now, Hua Cheng had stalked him back against their writing-table. His imposing body paused in front, but he did not make his attack, nor did he let him escape. San Lang placed both his hands beside Xie Lian on the table that was once covered with brushes and paper, flung away from before.

“Your Highness,” came the child-like plea, his head resting on Xie Lian’s shoulder. Buried within the exposed flesh, from the loose collar, the Supreme begged, “Not again...don’t leave me, don’t disappear from me again.”

Xie Lian’s eyes widened. Again? Disappear?

“Wh-What do you mean again?” Xie Lian asked, trying his best to ignore the tip of San Lang’s nose, brushing against the side of his neck.

“Your Highness…,” Hua Cheng pleaded huskily, his head buried further against Xie Lian’s exposed neck, his hot breath causing the flesh to prickle.

Xie Lian swallowed, but his mouth had run dry.

He could get away if he truly wanted. With Hua Cheng’s excess energy he had absorbed not too long ago, Xie Lian could shield him here until he regained his senses. But the further he thought of such a plan, the more reluctant he became. The pain would be unbearable. He couldn’t bear the thought of putting San Lang through that.

As though Hua Cheng’s delirious mind could read his thoughts, the hands that held the table’s edge had squeezed so hard it cracked. The broken pieces fell at their feet, making Xie Lian think otherwise of his original idea. If Xie Lian would have put a shield around Qiandeng Temple, it would be most likely crumple into dust by the time this ended, meanwhile, Xie Lian doubted the borrowed powers could hold back the Supreme that long.

Hua Cheng needed relief. Yet, he still held back, taking each breath like it was his last.

Against his better judgment and the questionable morality, Xie Lian's hands covered Hua Cheng’s harden firsts at his sides. In an instant, those tight-held fists loosened, allowing Xie Lian’s to slide tentatively under the open palms. Closing his eyes, so Xie Lian wouldn’t be able to take in the sight of what he was about to do.

“San Lang,” the receptive person whispered as his trembling hands gently brought the others around his waist.

The act may be small, but a whimper escaped Hua Cheng’s lips. Soon, the eager mouth sought his once more. More savage then gentle, the captured lips did not resist. Xie Lian clung to the body that pressed him down on the table. Held even more tightly than before, the helpless man above must have been afraid he would run again.

What Hua Cheng didn’t know was that, for what may come, this would just be like a dream Xie Lian had resigned himself to. Xie Lian will endure because the man in his arms was in need of him. Hua Cheng had protected, sheltered, saved him many times in the past. If Xie Lian could suffer penetration of thousands of swords, this wouldn’t be a big deal, his naive and inexperienced mind had concluded.

However, even as Xie Lian tried to delude himself with such a rationale, as thick-skinned as he was, he could not pretend he was not enjoying what he would only describe as a beautiful act of blasphemy within the walls of his very own Temple.

The only Sacred place within the Ghost City, which Hua Cheng had built on a whim, he had said. It was used to join in the fun of the Heaven’s Lantern Festivity, but in Xie Lian’s heart, Qiandeng Temple had become much more. Whether it was to converse, write, or learn more about the other the past few months, it had become their place.

Memories...traded stories, and rare unanswered pauses between a Scrap Collecting God and a Supreme Demon King existed within these walls. Moments which couldn’t be explained at times, but neither had sought for the answer. Like now, there are no solid grounds for what may occur, be it due to curiosity or the need to resolve the situation at hand, the temptation was apparent.

A hot intrusive tongue swept between Xie Lian lips. Jumping in surprise, his eyes opened momentarily, but soon closed. Each stroke danced against the other as if it wished to possess, even sucking in every moan and juice that managed to escape.

The Demon King, known to invade the three realms without qualms was skillful and knowledgeable in all matters. Who knew he was also a master in seduction as well? Hua Cheng’s merciless skills wouldn’t stop teasing -- from his gentle touches, to coaxing the other with each kiss -- while the hard planes of the God-like body above continued to entice the other with their unbreakable proximity.

Furthermore, as though the sliding movements alone weren’t enough, Hua Cheng lifted Xie Lian’s thigh, allowing their lower bodies to press even more intimately.

“San Lang!” Xie Lian cried.