THIS CHAPTER IS M FOR MAN SMEX. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Ch. 7
Disclaimer: "Can't… think… blood… rushing… to… penis…"
Gan Ning shifted uncomfortably against the ropes. He had been held captive for going on six days now, and Zhang He was driving him insane, not with annoyance, but with lust. Shit. Gan Ning was having serious internal conflict. The philandering pirate playboy absolutely could not bring himself to admit that he was attracted to another man, not even one as feminine as Zhang He. He'd had some previous experience with homosexuality, and none of it had been enjoyable. Before he was a captain, he'd been a cabin boy, and cabin boys didn't have the luxury of saying no. Not that it would have mattered even if he had, since it wasn't like a sixteen year old kid would have been able to hold off a 200 pound adult sailor who had been stuck at sea for months with no sexual release. As he moved up in rank, he gained immunity, but never lost the fear.
Not that Zhang He had given him any real cause for fear. In fact, he'd been a perfect gentlemen, much to Gan Ning's chagrin, and the fact that he found himself wanting Zhang He to break his promise infuriated him. Six days of being blue-balled was starting to take its toll on the sexually frustrated Gan Ning, and Zhang He, that atrocious little tease, positively refused to give up. Every day it was constant innuendo and temptation, relentless, unremitting, inexorable, and when he was gone, it was sheer boredom. He couldn't decide which was worse. Right now, he was bored as hell, and desperately trying not to fantasize about a certain enemy officer. The fact that he was failing miserably irked him to no end.
There was a familiar creak of the door opening, and Gan Ning was further incensed with himself for the eager thrill it sent through his body. Zhang He sauntered into his line of sight, and stared down at him with an oh-so-sexy smirk. He was wearing a gossamer silk robe, orchid purple and carelessly tied so that it revealed a tantalizing glimpse of a lithe yet muscled chest and stomach. That goddamned bastard. The matching pants were so skin tight, they looked painted on, and Gan Ning found himself wondering how the man had gotten into the bloody things. He struggled vainly to ignore the part of his mind that was cheerfully picturing ways to get him out of bloody things . Once again, he failed spectacularly.
Zhang He sat down on the edge of the bed and began tracing the floral patterns on the silk sheets. "So," he said smugly. "How are we feeling, today?" Gan Ning's only response was to glare, and Zhang He laughed and stretched his long, lean body out beside him like some predatory jungle cat, almost touching, but definitely not. He shrugged the robe partially off his shoulders so that even more of his chest and stomach were exposed, and Gan Ning was suddenly aware that he was sweating, and the room seemed almost suffocatingly hot. "What do you want?" He rasped, sounding harsher than he intended. Zhang He shot him a deadpan stare. "I do believe we've already gone over this," he said dryly. "Remember?" Now the Wei general was stroking his stomach in a most alluring manner. Something snapped in Gan Ning's mind, and his eyes narrowed as he said; "You know what? Blow me."
Violet eyes bored into his, as the Butterfly General sat up and stared at him.
"Gan Ning," he said, his voice a harsh whisper, "Do you realize what
you just asked me to do?" Gan Ning sucked in his breath. Did he? ... Well… yes, actually. Yes, he damn well did. And it was exactly what he had meant to say. "I know bloody well what I just asked." He growled. He was impatient. He was tired of this game they were playing. He wanted Zhang He, and he wanted him now, dammit, and now that he was finally admitting it to himself, he realized that he didn't care what gender his captor was, so long as he could get laid, and get laid soon. "You're quite sure?" Zhang He said, slowly, still stroking his stomach teasingly. "I thought you said you weren't gay?" Gan Ning practically snarled with frustration. "God dammit, quit dicking around! Do you want to do this or not?" A slow, sexy smile spread over Zhang He's luscious lips. "I do," He said, voice low and predatory. It sent a chill down Gan Ning's spine. "I most certainly do."
The jungle cat aura intensified as the taller man crawled over and came to a stop between Gan Ning's legs. The slender, artisan's fingers rapidly began to remove the sash around the pirate's waist, and once this was accomplished, impatiently tugged the pants off of his hips. Zhang He's eyes never left his, and the predatory gleam in them excited him even more as the pony-tailed head slowly lowered. The next thing he knew, his world was exploding with sensation and pleasure, nerve endings on fire and screaming for more. He closed his eyes and threw his head back; thrusting into the velvet heat of Zhang He's mouth while the clever tongue worked him into a frenzy. His brain was no longer functional, no rational thoughts penetrating the haze of sex that fogged his mind, and his cries were incoherent as they escaped his lips.
He bucked and strained against the ropes, not even consciously aware that he was fighting them, only aware of his need for more. Somewhere, lost in the dense fog of passion that had completely engulfed his psyche, a faint echo of reason in Gan Ning's mind strove to make itself heard, indignantly shrieking that skull-fucking an enemy officer was not acceptable conduct, that this needed to stop, and it needed to stop now. Gan Ning neither heard nor cared, and the feeble wailings of logic and sense were rapidly drowned out by the moans and gasps of his own traitorous throat.
He felt Zhang He's hands ghosting over his body, the light, fleeting touches driving him mad with the urge to reciprocate, to touch and be touched. He wanted to run his fingers through the thick black hair that shone like silk, to see if it was as soft as he imagined. He wanted to smooth his hands over the perfect skin and crush their bodies together in a smothering embrace, and so he fought against the rope as hard as he could, all to no avail. His frustration mingled with his satisfaction, and together, the two emotions contrived to heighten his passion. As he continued to struggle against his bindings and thrust himself further into Zhang He's eager mouth, he was overwhelmed by a sense of being both master and mastered, a strange feeling of duality. His clouded mind managed to be vaguely curious as to whether or not Zhang He had planned this, but then the other general did something extremely distracting with his tongue, and the question was buried in the back of his skull and utterly forgotten.
WOOHOO! I DID IT! My very first lemon! I'll be continuing the lemony goodness into the next chapter with Zhang He's POV, so keep your eyes peeled, kiddies! I'd like to address some concerns before signing off though:
No, the story will not end with the next chapter, because believe it or not, the point of this fic is not to just get the boys to a point where they're boinking each other. This story has a pretty deep and extensive plotline that goes far beyond the narrow scope of their relationship. We're talking maybe thirty or forty chapters here, with a lot more than just romance or humor. I think it's safe to say you guys will be pleasantly surprised throughout the course of this fic, because it's going to be pretty unpredictable.
Yes, the other DW characters and kingdoms will play a part in this story. They'll be showing up eventually, don't worry, its just taking me a while to get there. Expect special guest appearances and possibly even POV chapters by Zhen Ji, Sima Yi, Lu Xun, Sun Ce, Ling Tong, Sun Shang Xiang, The Qiaos, Liu Bei, and Zhuge Liang. None of these are set in stone, of course, but it's looking pretty good. If throughout the course of the fic, I exclude someone who you feel would be interesting and useful to the development of the plot, feel free to e-mail me with your suggestion, and it will definitely be taken under consideration. If I end up using it, you will, of course, be credited and given a "Best in Show" prize for your champion plotbunny.
You can stop worrying, because Ling Yi will never be a love interest, mighty warrior (or any warrior, for that matter), powerful leader, or heroine. Nor will she learn magic, suddenly become sweet and friendly, randomly become insanely beautiful, unify China, have a beautiful singing voice with which she can call her animal friends, get special powers, conveniently make friends with all the officers I like, or have any special talents other than her intelligence, knack for manipulation and strategy, and natural ability to be an evil psycho-bitch. I solemnly swear in the name of everything I hold dear that you will never be subjected to her past or back story, she will never outshine the main characters, things will not go in favor every single time (or even at all, really), and she will not take over the story. As I said before, she is a secondary character who was created solely because the plotbunny would not stop gnawing at my ankles, and dammit, those little bunny teeth are too sharp to really allow for a fair argument. Glares at plotbunny, who flashes a wide and toothy grin. If at any point you find Ling Yi becoming Mary-Sue ish, I beg of you, let me know so I can put her out of her misery.
Well, that about covers it. If you still have any questions, you can e-mail me. I WILL reply. Also, if any of you want to read a positively squee-worthy Sima Yi/Zhang He PWP, check out Blue Bunny Doll's "Kiss Me?" fic. No, she did not bribe me to tell you that.
