{Note:- Mature content. Readers discretion advised. Will mark it with A/N at the beginning and end.}

Past

"Xian...?" YiJun asks hopefully; the woman smiles and directs YiJun's hand to her belly.

The immortal's breath hitches in his chest. He stares at where his hand rests.

"Jun, let me look at you." The woman cups YiJun's face; she wipes tears from his face, "Take me to our home."

YiJun nods, but before he can say anything, the woman's face contorts in pain, and she closes her eyes.

"Madam, madam ..." YiJun panics and supports the woman's shoulder as she falls in his arms, unconscious. He commands the driver to make haste.

On reaching home, he puts the woman down and checks her vitals. He notices that the woman is pregnant. The heartbeat is faint, but it's there. Hope rises in the immortal's chest after almost three hundred years of waiting. He knows it in his heart that the child in the woman's belly is his Xian.

"Yijun, who is she?" Shen asks, running over to his nephew.

"It's Xian, uncle, " He puts his hand on the woman's womb, "He is here."

"What!?" Shen exclaims; YiJun sits next to the woman, while Shen goes to Xian's unmoving body in YiJun's bed. He looks at the lotus mark on Xian's chest that had faded a little over the past month. But now, it had started to darken once again. Shen doesn't say anything to YiJun about the mark.

YiJun shakes Xiaohui's shoulder lightly and touches her forehead; he checks her pulse. While doing so, Xiaohui opens her eyes slowly and looks around the room.

"Madam, you have a fever," YiJun informs her and brings a bowl of water and wets a cloth. He wipes the woman's forehead, trying to get the temperature under control.

Xiaohui smiles pitifully, and tears roll down her face. She looks at Shen, "Sir, could you give us a few minutes alone?"

When Shen leaves the room, the woman looks at YiJun, "Jun, I don't have much time." her voice is barely a whisper.

"No, I will take care of you, madam. I am a doctor." YiJun informs, taking the woman's hand in his.

YiJun helps the young woman sit up. Once again, she cups the immortal's face, "It's too late. They poisoned me. I didn't know it then. They didn't want their commodity to lose its value."

YiJun keeps shaking his head, unable to wrap his mind around what the young woman was saying.

Xiaohui strokes his arm, trying to comfort him. "He will come back to you. He has missed you. He loves you." She reassures, and tears escape YiJun's eyes, "What can I do for you?"

She wipes his tears, "Help me take off my clothes." she says, holding YiJun's wrists; YiJun's eyes widen in shock. "Madam!"

The woman chuckles despite the pain, "Xian, wants a kiss." She says, pointing to her womb. YiJun understands then what the woman is trying to say; he makes quick work of removing the outer garments, leaving the woman in her inner-wear.

Satisfied, she guides his hand over her belly and smiles.

"Xian... " YiJun whispers. "I love you. I have kept my promise to you. Every dusk and every dawn, I still spend with you." YiJun ends his confession and crouches next to the woman. He exposes her belly and caressing it gently; he kisses it.

The woman's breath hitches in her throat. Her body trembles. YiJun looks up and sits next to her, "What's wrong?" He asks in an urgent tone and catches her eyes. 

The eyes that look back at him are familiar. The hold love, care, possessiveness, and passion all rolled into one. He knows in his heart that the eyes staring back at him belong to His Xian. 

"Xian?" YiJun asks hopefully; hesitantly. The woman smiles brightly, "Yes, my Jun, it's me. I love you, Jun, next time find me before it's too late. Now, Kiss me!"

There is no hesitation in YiJun's actions when he cups the woman's face and brings their lips together in a gentle yet passionate kiss. The immortal tries to pour three hundred years of hoping, waiting, longing, and loving into the kiss. He breaks the kiss and looks into his soulmate's eyes. They look at each other till the woman closes her eyes.

"Xian... " YiJun whispers, holding the unconscious woman in his arms; she is gone. 

YiJun holds Xiaohui in his arms for a few minutes before laying her down and dressing her up.

Shen knocks.

"Come inside, uncle," YiJun responds emotionlessly; one look at YiJun's face confirms Shen's fears. He knows that his nephew has lost the love of his life once again.

A few hours later, Xiaohui opens her eyes. She sees YiJun sitting next to her. She tries to sit up, but YiJun stops her with a hand on her shoulder. 

His expression is pained. "You bled out after my Xian... I have changed your lower garments." He informs her with his eyes glued to the floor. Xiaohui nods, "I am so sorry." She says, pulling YiJun in her arms. He feels like Xi Xi is holding him once again, like how she used to, when he was a young child. 

"Thank you for taking care of Xian till now," YiJun says, breaking the embrace and stepping away from the young woman.

Xiaohui stays with them for a few days, and when she recovers completely, Shen drops her off at her parent's home.

The men never see Xiaohui again.

Present 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Let me..." XiChen takes Xian's hand to his lips, but before he can do anything, Wangji puts a hand on XiChen's shoulder, "I will take care of it. Thank you for coming to wish him. Now leave." 

XiChen bows slightly and leaves.

"Where is the gift I gave you?" Wangji asks, holding Xian's wrist. Xian points at the table just an arms-length away. Wangji picks it up and looks at the door, "Is there any small confined space here?"

"Like a walk-in closet?" Xian asks, a little confused.

"Mn."

As soon as Xian points to it, Wangji drags them there and pushes Xian inside before following him inside and closing the door. 

"What the Fu...ah!" Xian moans when Wangji puts the young man's bleeding finger in his mouth and sucks. His breathing becomes labored, and he pulls Wangji closer. "What are....." Xian's next words get muffled by Wangji's lips.

Xian resists a little, but soon loses himself in the feel of Wangji's lips over his. With one hand, Wangji starts unbuttoning Xian's shirt, and with the other, he pulls Xian close. He breaks the kiss and takes off his jacket and shirt in quick successions before going back to unbuttoning Xian's half-open shirt. 

Xian opens his mouth to speak, but Wangji kisses him again, successfully stopping the young man from speaking.

Wangji discards Xian's shirt, leaving the young man in his undershirt. When both men are only in their undershirts, Wangji's eyes turn red. He presses himself closer to Xian and licks his neck before moving to the underside of his wrists.

Xian had realized the day before that it was the locket around Wangji's neck that was preventing him from listening to the immortal's thoughts. So now, he takes the locket in his palm and looks at Wangji for permission. The immortal doesn't understand why Xian would want to remove the locket, but he allows the young man to do so, nonetheless.

Xian puts the locket in Wangji's discarded jacket pocket and cups Wangji's face before looking into the immortal's eyes, 'Xian, I wish for you to be safe. But I have failed, and they are almost at your door now.'

Xian looks at Wangji questioningly, and the immortal continues thinking, 'Your scent attracts them, they would kill to get their hands on you. There are so many humans here, I know I should protect them, but I can't let you get exposed.'

Xian doesn't understand all of it, but he does realize that everyone in his house was in trouble. Then he remembers how Wangji had pulled him inside and taken their clothes off. 'He wants to switch our clothes so that my scent doesn't attract them! He is hiding me here. To protect me; and them.'

'If you are safe, I can fight them. I can protect all of you.' Wangji thinks, pulling Xian in his embrace and kissing him before licking his neck. 'They won't know you are here. I won't let them win this time.'

Xian brings their lips together; he feels very possessive and protective. He has never felt this possessive of Wangji ever. 'I can't let him endanger his life. I can't let him leave.'

Xian switches their position without breaking the kiss and pushes Wangji till the immortal's back is pressed against the wall of the closet.

Wangji's hands land on Xian's waist, pulling him close. 'Keep ...safe. Have to... protect....want you.... want ...you... touch me.... we shouldn't... It's wrong. I should have taken it. I didn't... greedy... wrong. Love you.'

Wangji's thoughts stop making sense when Xian takes his belt off and unzips his pant.

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Wangji doesn't even realize what Xian is doing, as the young man sucks on the immortal's tongue before nipping and licking his lips. Xian is aggressive and persistent, and immortal turns into a puppet who is being controlled by his master.

'Yours, always yours. Always. Touch me. Want you.' Wangji's mind produces disjointed sentences. The immortal closes his eyes. His breaths become shallow. Xian palms the hardness between the immortal's legs and thrusts his tongue inside the immortal's mouth.

'Xian..... more... No... You shouldn't. It's not right. More.' Wangji's mind gets muddled, and so do his thoughts. Xian stops and looks at the pitiful looking immortal in front of him. 

Xian removes Wangji's undershirt, leaving the immortal shirtless. The warmth in the closed space and Wangji's labored breaths make Xian feel feverish. He feels like his whole body is on fire. He feels a burn in his chest; he ignores it. His hands land on the nape of Wangji's neck, and he brings their foreheads together. 'I love you, Mr. Lan, since the first time I touched you, I have loved you. You complete me... I don't have to wait at dusk anymore...I want to spend the rest of my life with you... my body and my blood belong to you... And you belong to me..... I love you... Jun.'

Wangji suddenly cups Xian's face. His eyes clear up, 'Xian?'

Xian doesn't answer. He doesn't know if he is Wangji's Xian. All he knows for sure is that he loves Jun. 'I love you.' Xian thinks once again, unaware that this time Wangji had heard him; Wangji had heard his thoughts.

Wangji wants to know how that was possible, but before he can do that, Xian pulls himself close again. He closes Wangji's mouth with the palm of his hand and bites the immortal's neck hard, drawing blood. He licks the blood off of Wangji's neck and watches as the wound heals on its own. He doesn't stop. He moves lower, leaving red bite marks in his trail. 'Tonight, I will mark you as mine.' Xian thinks, and Wangji's eyes turn red, 'Xian, stop. Can't control. Move away from me. I will hurt you!' he thinks desperately. Xian smirks and licks Wangji's hard nipple, 'Mine!' His mind yells, and Shivers run down Wangji body and soul. 

Xian falls to his knees and pulls down the immortal's pants and underpants in one go and licks Wangji's manhood from base to tip, 'Calm down, My Jun.' the young man orders before taking Wangji into his mouth completely.

Wangji doesn't calm down, but his eyes turn back to normal. He puts his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making embarrassing noises, while thrusting into Xian's mouth involuntarily.

Xian takes Wangji's length out of his mouth. He licks it before nipping it lightly and once again takes it into his mouth. Sucking hard, he bobs his head up and down over the smooth, hard length, slowly increasing the pace: slowly pushing the immortal over the edge... 'Xian... I love...protect... I waited at dawn.'

Xian's mind gets filled with his and Wangji's images. Images of them in parks; of them playing on the bed; of Wangji calling his name over and over again as they make passionate love to each other, images of him combing Wangji's long hair and setting it into a high ponytail with a golden pin. Words echo in his mind; words he has never spoken, 'I will wait for you at dusk' and he hears Wangji reply, 'I will come to you at dawn.'

The same thoughts and words come to Wangji's mind, like it was not something that happened over four hundred years ago, but is happening here and now. 

Their hearts and minds think as one complete whole being; like coming together of souls left incomplete for so long and without warning, Wangji cums in Xian's mouth.

Xian swallows everything and wipes his mouth. 

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The words and images dissipate from Xian's mind like they were never there; he feels confused. Complete but confused. He wants to know more. He wants to know everything. 

He sits on his knees in silence for a few moments when warm hands cup his face, making him lookup. Xian pulls Wangji's pants up in silence. He doesn't understand what had just happened, and why had he acted like that. He looks at Wangji, whose eyes hold not only love, adoration, and devotion, but also tears. 

Xian wipes the red tears flowing from Wangji's eyes before kissing the immortal's cheek. 'It's ok. I got you now. You are safe. I will protect you.'

Wangji cups Xian's face once again, 'Can you hear me?'

Xian nods.

'Since when?'

Xian doesn't answer. He feels like his answer will hurt Wangji, 'Always.' he thinks to himself. 

Wangji cocks his head slightly.

'I couldn't hear you with that around your neck.' Xian gestures at the locket. Wangji blinks, 'I can hear you, Xian. I can hear your thoughts. Why? How?'

A surprised look crosses Xian's face, 'You can hear my thoughts!?'

But before Wangji can answer, a low-frequency voice drifts over to him, 'Come out, Mr. Lan and bring Shen too, or we will come in. I am sure you don't want us to come in. If you come out, we will not touch anyone in this house.'

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