Was Xue Yang truly much different from Cheon? They both wanted to own him. The only difference was that Xue Yang probably thought he loved him. Meng Yao was less confident. He truly believed that there was more obsession than love. Sad as it might be. He smiled at Xue Yang and bowed his head.
Still rather the devil he knew. Xue Yang was better than Cheon. Safer too. "Just promise you won't let me down. If you fail, my life is over."
"I've never let you down," Xue Yang said it with every confidence, arguing his case, "Am I not being careful? Am I not biding my time to wait for the right time to make sure it will go right? Even though it is eating me alive seeing you with them. Even though you were supposed to be with me all along."
Truly, he felt he was being remarkably wise in his approach. "And hold on to you anger, yeah? I'm gonna make sure it won't go to waste. That's what they get for treating a prince like a slave."
"I want to be your prince. I don't want to be a slave. So I'm going to trust you and believe in you because I have no one else willing to save me like you are." Really, Xue Yang was his only hope. If he failed, at least Meng Yao knew for certain that it was all over. If he had killed Wen Xu, maybe there was a chance.
"I have to go back in. Don't take too long. I can't keep it in any more. I'm so angry." And it had to go somewhere before he exploded.
Xue Yang nodded and he almost let go. Almost. Only then he suddenly pulled him close, flush against him. His lips met Meng Yao's and he kissed him. A little softer than he usually might have, almost sweet if still in his way. The feel of teeth, but without pain, without any risk of blood being drawn.
Then he pulled back, finally stepping away. Breathing heavily now when he hadn't been before. "I'm yours." It was a statement. "And I'll see you soon."
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Still rather the devil he knew. Xue Yang was better than Cheon. Safer too. "Just promise you won't let me down. If you fail, my life is over."
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Truly, he felt he was being remarkably wise in his approach. "And hold on to you anger, yeah? I'm gonna make sure it won't go to waste. That's what they get for treating a prince like a slave."
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"I have to go back in. Don't take too long. I can't keep it in any more. I'm so angry." And it had to go somewhere before he exploded.
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Then he pulled back, finally stepping away. Breathing heavily now when he hadn't been before. "I'm yours." It was a statement. "And I'll see you soon."