Past 

"What?" Xi Xi and Shen ask together.

"We don't have much time. The night creatures probably know of Xian's existence now. We need to relocate our people before nightfall." Cong pauses, trying to find the right words, "Shen, you know our history. The Zhu line and the Bai line are supposed to exist together. That is why both the tribes have been living together for centuries. And even after we lost the ability to perform magic, we continued to exist together. That is because the Bai bloodline is special; the night creatures can not control them. I spoke to YiJun, and from what he has told me, it's clear that Xian performed the Blood Protection spell on them. Not only that. He drew energy from the binding spell we put on him and poured it into the locket YiJun wears around his neck. Xian couldn't bear the thought of losing YiJun, so he took a piece of his and YiJun's soul and tried to seal it in the locket. He wanted to make sure that if anything ever happened to him, YiJun will not perish. He had known about YiJun's wolf, probably the night creatures too. I think he had guessed how the night creatures used the wolves to do their bidding. It's all in the books; the books I gave him to read." There is deep regret in Cong's voice

He sighs deeply, "He did not want YiJun to suffer at their hands. He did not want anyone to take advantage of YiJun. So he made sure YiJun is protected. This locket has Xian's blood sealed in it. No one can open it. So when the princess tried to persuade YiJun, he did not get affected."

Xi Xi realizes something, "Wait. You said that Xian tried to bind their souls to the locket, did he not succeed?"

"No, he partly succeeded. The blood protection works as it should but their souls..."

Xi Xi panics, "What happened!?"

Cong hold his wife's hand, "Instead of binding it to the locket, he bound it to himself. Connecting them."

"What!?" Xi Xi exclaimed.

"I don't think he realized it. Not till his very last breath." Cong says, giving Xi Xi's hand a light squeeze.

Xi Xi's eyes widen, "Are you telling me that Xian's soul is still in this body? That my Son is not dead!?"

Cong shakes his head, "Xian is not dead, but he is not truly alive either. Xi Xi, they were soul bound. Only a fraction of his soul remains. He will be born again. When and where, we don't know. In every birth, his soul will remain incomplete. His heart will only rest till he finds Jun. I am sure there are other things Xian did too; other spells he performed, but YiJun won't tell me. YiJun should have died when the princess bit him. But he did not. Because his soul was tied to Xian's, anchoring him. Thus, he changed. He evolved to something between a wolf and a night creature. He became stronger than both. Unfortunately, because his soul was forced to remain here, his ability to be reborn was taken away. If YiJun dies in this body, he will never be born again. If that happens, part of Xian's soul, tied to YiJun, will be lost forever. He will be born again and again, just to live in misery. He will never be happy."

There is silence for a few seconds, for the things Cong had said were hard to swallow.

Xi Xi is the first one to speak, "This part, the part of the soul that Xian still has, doesn't it mean he can sense us?"

Cong doesn't answer immediately. He contemplates how to frame his next words. He knows it's going to be painful for Xi Xi, "Sweetheart, he bound himself to his Jun. He can always only feel Jun."

Xi Xi's breath hitches, "He can't feel his blood, his mother, but he would be able to feel YiJun?"

"Yes, I think that is the reason YiJun has not been able to accept that Xian is gone. Because the truth is, Xian's soul is still waiting. I guess that is why Xian told YiJun that he would return."

YiJun had become something unheard of, Shen realizes. Cong's words had explained many things, but Shen felt that his friend had forgotten something important, "Cong, what has the power to kill YiJun?"

Cong looks at Xian's lifeless body, "Xian, only Xian has that power. Unknowingly, Xian created the one weapon that can kill YiJun."

Shen's mouth falls open, "What do you mean by that!? How can Xian kill YiJun?"

 Cong walks over to Xian's body and points to the lotus mark, "This mark signifies that the magic Xian used is active. If someone were to destroy this mark and this body, the magic would break, and YiJun's soul will be lost forever, and with it, a part of Xian's soul will perish too. YiJun will become a soulless creature, like the night creatures, but worse. And Xian's soul will suffer for eternity."

Shen puts his head between his hands. "So, we need to make sure that YiJun never loses hope. That he doesn't kill himself, and he protects Xian's body too."

"Yes." Cong nods.

Shen looks and feels hopeless, "Cong, how can YiJun protect Xian's body? Won't it perish in time?"

Cong walks over to Xian, "YiJun already made sure of that unintentionally."

"What? How?"

Cong calls Shen closer and makes his friend touch Xian's cheeks, "Look at him. Feel his face. He has been like this for hours now, but his cheeks are still warm."

Shen's eyes widen, "Impossible!"

"Yes, impossible, and yet somehow, here he is."

"How?" Shen wonders aloud.

"During the last moments of Xian's life, YiJun fed him his blood. Blood that was part wolf and part night creature. Xian's already magical blood absorbed it somehow. That is why, even after most of Xian's soul left his body, his wounds healed. Nothing can heal a dead man's wound, Shen, it is because part of Xian's soul is joined with YiJun's that he healed."

Shen and Xi Xi are both speechless for a few seconds. 

Finally, Xi Xi asks, "How do you know this, Cong?"

Before Cong can answer, Shen, speaks, "It's because his family has the oldest and longest history with magic. Bai line are the protectors, while the Xiao line has Xuanwu's (God of magic) blessings. Maybe that is why Xian got the White lotus mark on him."

"Shen is right, Xi Xi. As a young man, I read many books that were sealed for use only by my people. The books talk about both good and bad magical practices. The reason our people are without magic now is partly because of my ancestors." Cong looks to the floor, his face guilt-ridden.

Present 

Wangji walks over to Xian, "I hope the ride to the club was comfortable."

Xian nods, 'How can someone be so passionate and yet put on a mask of being cold and uncaring so easily.' He wonders.

"Aren't you going to protest being escorted by me today?" Wangji asks, walking closer, 'Why can't I stop myself from going near him?'

Xian doesn't speak. He is still processing everything that had happened a few minutes ago. He starts walking towards Wangji's car.

'Say something, anything, damn it!' Wangji thinks desperately, walking a few steps behind Xian, who gets into the car, but continues to remain quiet.

'Why isn't he speaking? He always speaks so much. Did I not heal him completely? Is he still in pain?' Wangji thinks, getting into the car; he looks over at the young man. He leans over and buckles Xian's seatbelt. 

'Why can't you love me, Mr. Lan?' Xian wonders. Their eyes meet; there are unshed tears in Xian's eyes.

Wangji cups Xian's face, "Look into my eyes."

Xian blinks, setting the tears free, 'Why is he doing this again so suddenly? Did he change his mind?'

"You will remember nothing." The immortal says once again and proceeds to question him. 

"Are you in pain?" Wangji asks slowly.

Xian nods.

"Where?"

Xian points to his chest.

'Maybe his body remembers what I made him do against his will.'

"I am sorry." Wangji apologizes while caressing Xian's cheek. He takes out a jade knife from his dashboard and hands it to Xian, "Take it."

Xian's brows knit together, but he takes the knife; Wangji takes off his shirt.

Xian's eyes fall on the shell locket around Wangji's neck. His breath hitches. Xian remembers his conversation with Jun.

"Did you take the locket?"

'Mn.'

"Why?"

'Mine.'

"The locket is yours?"

'Mn.'

Xian feels like something just clicked in his heart. He feels complete. 'My Jun. It's my Jun.'

Xian zones out as Wangji unbuckles the seatbelt.

Xian's eyes widen, 'What the hell is he doing?' He wonders when Wangji picks him up and pulls him on his lap. 

Xian's eyes widen once more, but he schools his features almost immediately.

Wangji touches Xian's lips lightly, "I know I should not have done that. I didn't know that I would make you want me like that. I broke my promise to my uncle as well... I... I need you to punish me." He takes Xian's wrist and points the knife he holds in his hand to his chest, "Punish me...Do what you want. I won't stop you." Wangji closes his eyes and leans back on the seat.

'Gorgeous, Perfect, MINE!' Xian heart screams. He moves the knife from Wangji's chest to his neck. 

He cups Wangji's face. Wangji opens his eyes. 

"Xian, what are... Ahhh!" Wangji moans when Xian makes a couple of inches long thin cut on the nape of Wangji's neck. 

 Xian leans away to look at Wangji's bleeding neck, 'Why did I do that?' He wonders before looking at the immortal's face. 'His eyes are red... beautiful... Mine!' Xian drops the knife on the car floor and smirks. And before Wangji can react, Xian puts his mouth on Wangji's wound and sucks.

Wangji moans louder this time, and his hands circle Xian's waist, pulling him closer. He reclines the seat, almost making it flat. 

 Xian continues to suck. His body shudders at the thought of what he is doing. He rolls his hips, dragging another deep moan from the immortal.

Wangji's mind goes blank; he untucks Xian's shirt and puts his hand inside the shirt. His hands touch the smooth bare skin of Xian's back. 

 Xian hums appreciatively and rolls his hips once again. His hands wander over Wangji's body, unrestrained. Touching and squeezing, Xian draws needy, desperate gasps and moans from Wangji's mouth.

Xian loves it. He knows that Wangji is powerful, but he knows he can do anything and everything to this desperate man. Wangji is Xian's to do with, as he pleases.

Xian looks up at Wangji's face and smirks again. He looks at the knife wound on Wangji's neck and watches as the wound heals on its own. It doesn't surprise Xian. 

He notices that Wangji is staring at him, unblinking; he asks, "Is there something on my face?"

"Blood," Wangji says as if in a daze.

"Clean it." Xian orders, bringing his face close to Wangji's. Hesitantly, Wangji licks Xian's lips, making the young man hum.

Xian looks at the gorgeous man under him. Meanwhile, Wangji keeps staring at Xian as if he is the one under a spell.

Xian kisses Wangji's cheek. He wants to taste him badly. "Mr. Lan... You are gorgeous. Can I touch you?"

Wangji nods; his eyes don't leave Xian's face. 

Xian leans and settles on top of Wangji. He starts placing kisses on Wangji's neck and chest; his hands travel lower between their bodies; Wangji keeps breathing heavily, touching as much skin as he can.

Xian unzips Wangji's pants and is almost about to put his hands on the immortal when Wangji pulls Xian's face towards his neck, hiding him.

"Mr. Lan.." Xian whines.

"Quiet." Wangji orders. His voice is clear and confident. He picks up the discarded shirt and covers Xian's body.

A second later, light shines on the car window. 

"Excuse me. Mr. Lan? Is everything alright in there?" Someone calls out, before knocking on the Window.

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