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Mobei-Jun blinked and stared at the beautiful man who was looking down at him with concern written all over his beautiful face.
“Are…you alright?” The man asked, his brown curly hair brushing against his forehead, his hair ribbon swaying in the gentle breeze, the sunlight glowing like a halo around him.
“Mn…” Mobei-Jun nodded and gazed at the pretty boy.
“Da-” the man began but Mobei-Jun felt a rush of energy surge inside him.
“Who are you?” Mobei-Jun grabbed the man’s hand, perhaps he should have been wary of the stranger in his home, how did he even manage to slip in the demon’s abode.
“Da-Wang?” The man blinked in confusion. “Da-Wang!! Did you forget me?!” He exclaimed in alarm, looking distraught and panicked.
“Who are you?” Mobei-Jun asked, tugging the boy closer, afraid he would run away, already plotting on ways he could get the man to stay.
He could tie him to the bed.
He could bind him to himself.
Perhaps threats would work, the boy already looked half scared.
Maybe he could just carry him around everywhere, he was much smaller anyway.
Or he could-
“I’m your husband, Da-Wang!!” The man wailed, big, fat tears welling up in his eyes. “Your Shang Qinghua…” he fell to his knees. “Do you really not remember me?”
“My…husband?” Mobei-Jun blinked in disbelief. “You…are my husband? We are…husbands?” He tilted his head, feeling overjoyed and overwhelmed.
“Yes…yes!” Shang Qinghua nodded vigorously. “You just slipped and fell and…you don’t have a bump on your head…” he patted Mobei-Jun’s head and parted his hair to look for wounds. “But you must have knocked it really hard and lost your memory!” He sniffled before cupping Mobei-Jun’s face to examine it. “And you forgot me!”
“We are together?” Mobei-Jun perked up and grabbed Shang Qinghua with both hands. “How did that happen? Did I tie you to the bed? Or bind you to me? Or-”
“What?!?” Shang Qinghua exclaimed and looked bewildered. “No! You didn’t!”
“Then how did I get you to be my husband?” Mobei-Jun asked grimly, wondering if the man had hit his head instead.
“Da-Wang…” Shang Qinghua burst into giggles. “You just…did,” he shrugged.
Mobei-Jun’s lips parted in surprise at the fond smile but in the next moment, Shang Qinghua leaned in and kissed him, sending a current of energy zipping through body. When they pulled apart, Mobei-Jun gasped and saw Shang Qinghua again, remembering everything.
“Do…you…remember?” Shang Qinghua asked. “If not, we can take you to the physician at-”
“I remember,” Mobei-Jun interrupted, standing up with Shang Qinghua in his arms. “We must not waste any time…” he began walking to their room.
“Waste any time for what?” Shang Qinghua asked in confusion.
“To consummate our marriage,” Mobei-Jun replied with a small uptick of his lips.
“Da-Wang!” Shang Qinghua blushed and hid his face. “We already have!”
Mobei-Jun smirked as he brought Shang Qinghua to their bed chambers, beyond delighted that the beautiful boy had become his husband.