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I love you, General.
These words could never be spoken aloud, never uttered into the quiet morning air of this prison disguised as a cozy little home. The risk was too great to jeopardize the General or his reputation amongst his people. It was sacrilege that Jing Yuan had deigned to lay with his enemy, and it would be treason of the highest order for anyone to learn how he and Luocha had been occupying their time. A recent development, but one which Luocha prayed would never be discovered, not for his own sake, but for the man slumbering peacefully in his bed.
Without Jing Yuan to stop him, Luocha reached down and brushed the messy bangs away from the General’s face. Somehow, he had managed to become even handsomer in his sleep. Perhaps it was the way he lay curled into the blankets, almost childlike without that knowing, suspicious smile etched across his lips, ever-present during his waking hours. Or perhaps it was simply that Luocha was finally afforded the time to admire him fully, his glances no longer stolen in the brief moments that Jing Yuan wasn’t scrutinizing him. These moments were precious to him, knowing exactly how things would end in only a few weeks’ time.
Luocha’s knuckles gently dragged themselves along Jing Yuan’s cheek. A small part of him was curious to know how much he could get away with, what would cause the legendary Dozing General to wake. Surely a man as revered and dangerous as Jing Yuan would rouse at the slightest of provocations, especially in the lair of a beast like Luocha. Yet he slept on, snoring softly and undisturbed even as Luocha placed a feather-light kiss to the corner of his mouth.
He wanted to chuckle at the reaction, or lack thereof. Perhaps after so many months of captivity, Jing Yuan had finally come to realize that Luocha was indeed on his side, and that of the Xianzhou Alliance. It was a lofty thought, one easily quashed by the reality that Luocha simply wasn’t a meaningful threat to this man. Regardless of whatever he might be to the General, Luocha was careful in removing himself from the thick bedding so as not to disturb Jing Yuan’s deep slumber.
Despite the cozy insulation of his prison, the morning air was cold against his naked skin, left bare the night before. He didn’t bother to cover up as he made his way through the small house and towards the bathroom; after all, the only visitor he ever entertained was asleep in his bed. It was still too early to expect Jing Yuan up anytime soon. He could wait on breakfast, hoping his dear General would stay long enough to provide some much-desired company alongside a meal, but a shower could not.
Hot water washed away the sins of last night, rinsing the sweat and blood from his skin. The bites that Jing Yuan had gifted him were already fading– one of the more useful effects of Yaoshi’s “blessing” –and a devious part of him wished that such marks lasted more than a few days, so he might be reminded of a time that someone desired him, even if those actions were tinged with revulsion and hatred as Jing Yuan’s had been. Luocha sighed and washed his hair, enjoying the heat of the spray. When he reached between his legs to wipe clean the evidence of Jing Yuan’s betrayal, he stopped.
His was a solitary existence, rife with an unbearable loneliness. But he supposed it was the fate of a creature like him, to float through life like a seed in the wind, briefly touching down only to be swept away once more, uncertain of his final resting place. Even these memories, though stained with malice from the man he loved, would be cherished as that wind blew him to next to the Yuque. They would be enough. They had to be.
He stayed there, mired in his thoughts until the water ran cold against his skin. Stepping out of the shower, toweling his hair dry, he returned the bedroom. Jing Yuan had kicked the blankets partway off the bed and had shifted into the spot that Luocha had left empty some time ago. Adorable was not the way an Arbiter General should be seen, and yet it suited Jing Yuan well as he lay sprawled across the bed on his back. Compassionate to a fault, endlessly dedicated to his home and his people, and peerlessly intelligent. Those were but a few of the infinite qualities that had ensnared Luocha to this man, and this side of Jing Yuan won him over like all the rest.
Luocha considered crawling back in beside him, reclaiming the space that the General had so greedily stolen in his sleep. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to further test just how much he could get away with before it woke Jing Yuan.
Creeping back across the room, he peeled the bedding away from Jing Yuan’s body, as gloriously naked as his own. He couldn’t help but steal another kiss when he knew his affections could not be rebuffed.
I love you.
Luocha reached down and caressed Jing Yuan’s strong thigh, squeezed it lightly to see if there would be any change in him. When Jing Yuan didn’t rouse, Luocha guided his hand higher, stroking the flaccid cock that lay teasingly against a broad scar on the General’s leg. He played with the idea of kissing that scar, or seeing how much of the General’s cock he could get into his mouth before Jing Yuan stirred. It was a pleasure Luocha had not yet experienced, one he had often fantasized about when he was left alone in that tiny house. But Jing Yuan had only just begun to tolerate their couplings, and Luocha very much doubted that the General would allow himself to be so vulnerable in the hands of a monster.
Jing Yuan hardened and still he did not rise. He had barely even grumbled as Luocha’s hand caressed every inch of him, memorizing his girth, the way each vein rose over his shaft, and the heft of him against Luocha’s hand.
Carefully, and very slowly, Luocha climbed over the General’s lap, letting the lips of his cunt, already slick with anticipation, delicately brush over the broad head of Jing Yuan’s cock. He wished for nothing more than to sink down upon it and feel himself stretch to accommodate this man, to relish every thrust that rocked into him, to be held as they made love. What utter fantasy that was.
Pressing his luck far beyond what was wise, Luocha leaned over Jing Yuan’s body. He placed a soft kiss against his lips, then over his jaw, and down his neck. Still, the General did not stir. Luocha sank his weight onto Jing Yuan’s hips, his cock splitting him open with magnificent ease. This time he could not remain silent, and the softest of moans slipped passed through Luocha lips. Jing Yuan yawned, but did not awaken.
I love you.
It was a sentiment that could never be spoken, one that would never be returned. The bitterest of pills to swallow, Luocha would endure that knowledge until the end of his days. But there was no harm in pretending while Jing Yuan slumbered on.
Luocha’s eyes fluttered shut as his hips began to move with painful, deliberate slowness. He trailed his hands lightly over his body, imagined that they belonged to the man unknowingly impaling him. A little gasp escaped him when he teased his nipples and stroked his belly, when one hand slipped down to his pussy, stroking his spread folds and toying with his clit.
The images playing across his mind were divine, cruel, as he rolled his hips and pretended that his love was finally returned, that someone in this vast universe desired a connection with him the way he so desperately craved it. It had always been such a silly, selfish desire, but for Jing Yuan, it was a need for air in the vast vacuum of space. And he knew that he would be left choking in the end.
“General…” Luocha whispered pressing his eyes tightly shut against the wetness that suddenly threatened them.
I love you.
A hand touched his belly that was not his own.
Luocha’s eyes snapped open, lashes damp with tears as he gazed down upon Jing Yuan, his hand ascending up Luocha’s stomach to his chest, to his throat. For a moment he thought Jing Yuan might strangle him, and the thought sent a lecherous shiver across his body. But his hand continued to rise until it rested against Luocha’s face, cupping his cheek; he brushed his thumb against Luocha’s lower lashes, wiping them clean. Luocha held Jing Yuan’s hand there, turning to kiss against his warm palm, and was surprised that he would be permitted such a thing.
“Good morning, General,” Luocha greeted against Jing Yuan’s large hand. He kissed it again, sure that this time he would be stopped. And then again when he wasn’t.
“It certainly appears that way,” Jing Yuan teased with a sleepy smile and a loud yawn.
Jing Yuan’s hand began to pull away, and Luocha reluctantly let it fall from his face. That hand slid back down his neck, over Luocha’s shoulder and the length of his arm before capturing his hand. Jing Yuan pulled it down to his mouth and brushed Luocha’s fingertips against his lips. Just as quickly as it has happened, he released Luocha’s hand, placing both of his own over Luocha’s hips.
His eyes shut again, and for a moment Luocha thought he might have fallen asleep once more. It wasn’t until Jing Yuan let out a sleepy hum that Luocha realized he was being allowed to continue this debauchery. The smile stayed over Jing Yuan’s lips as Luocha rocked himself in earnest over his cock.
He had been permitted many indiscretions that morning, and wanted to see if he would be allowed more. Unsure of the General’s reaction, Luocha tentatively brushed his fingertips over those broad shoulders, leaned his weight into them for leverage when his touch wasn’t rejected. The smile stayed, and Luocha couldn’t help but admire it, his movements slowing as his long hair cascaded over his shoulders and around Jing Yuan’s head, enclosing the pair of them in a shroud away from the judgment of the world beyond. Suddenly those golden eyes opened, shimmering with mischief.
“Getting tired?” Jing Yuan teased in a tone so unlike that of their first coupling. It was light, even playful, and the disgust was no longer etched into every word. He was so addled with sleep that he almost sounded fond. “Allow me to help you, Luocha.”
The grip on Luocha’s hips tightened and held him in place. Jing Yuan rolled his hips upward, lazy and slow but deliciously deep; it was good, so good he could barely stand it. Luocha allowed himself to relax against the pleasure of it, reveling in the way Jing Yuan filled every last bit of him. He was pleased to let Jing Yuan dictate this new pace, bouncing in rhythm to those lazy thrusts.
“Good, just like that, Luocha,” Jing Yuan purred, his approval muted by a loud yawn.
One of the hands slipped from Luocha’s hip and settled flat over his belly. Luocha jumped, but was held still by Jing Yuan’s grip, when the calloused pad of his thumb began to roll circles around Luocha’s needy clit. The General had never had much consideration for his pleasure before, but Luocha wouldn’t question his good fortune, chalking this anomaly up to the cobwebs of a pleasant sleep slowing Jing Yuan’s otherwise impeccable judgment.
Luocha reached down and held Jing Yuan’s hand against his clit as it continued tease him, afraid that it would be torn away the moment the General returned to his senses. He abandoned his lazy bounces and instead began to rock himself into Jing Yuan’s hand, his pussy twitching eagerly around the cock still leisurely plunging into him as the flutter of orgasm was teased just out of reach.
“Luocha…” Jing Yuan chuckled, the warmth of his admission swallowed up by the soft moans of his lover.
“General?”
Jing Yuan merely continued to smile, whatever he wanted to say disappearing with a gentle shake of his head. Careful not to dislodge the hand still working itself over Luocha’s pussy, Jing Yuan sat up. The hand at Luocha’s hip slipped around his slender waist and pulled him closer. Jing Yuan leaned his forehead to Luocha’s, nuzzling his nose gently against the abomination’s in the perfect mimicry of affection.
Between the heavy roll of Jing Yuan’s thumb and the softness in his eyes, Luocha was undone. He came with a breathy groan, letting go of the hand that deigned to show him mercy to wrap around Jing Yuan’s shoulders as he shuddered around the General’s ever-unhurried cock.
From experience he knew that Jing Yuan did not like to kiss him, barely tolerated it, but he could no longer stop himself as he pressed his lips to Jing Yuan’s. That he wasn’t pushed away was nearly enough to send Luocha toppling back over the edge of bliss, still sensitive from orgasm and the continued abuse of Jing Yuan’s deft hand. His arms entangled around the General’s shoulders, tugging himself closer as he deepened the kiss, grateful to a god he had long hated that he had been given such abundant grace that morning.
There was so much Luocha wished to say in that moment, so many things that he wanted to tell his dear General. Any words were choked off by the press of Jing Yuan’s tongue into his mouth. It was better that way, lest he say something that would endanger the General and the precarious relationship they had established. Instead, he would throw himself into this moment, sear this precious presence into his soul as Jing Yuan bent his knees and pinned Luocha so tight to his body they could have melded together, finishing deep inside of him with a heady moan. It was enough. It had to be. Because soon he would be carried to his next destination, and he knew that the devotion of an abomination could never be returned by one who had dedicated himself to the Reignbow Arbiter.
I love you, Jing Yuan.