Rating: M (yaoi, PWP, AU-ish, my usual shit)
Pairing: Ling Tong x Gan Ning
Summary: A melty Gan Ning who can't go to sleep after a battle.
Disclaimer: I don't own these kitties.
AN: It's been years. I'm alive lol. I'm out of school working full-time (and working on a BL novel that is almost done). In the middle of watching a Dynasty Warriors 8 walkthrough, this struck me. I haven't done a DW fic in so long, but I had to. Nothing fancy, but I've gotten into bara over the years, or just muscular, manly kitties getting their cheeks clapped. I also don't generally do tsundere-ish characters either, but Gan Ning seems like he'd be the type. Indulge me lol and there also may be a little Tekken something something coming soon. Enjoy.
"Is that all ya got?! Huh?!" Gan Ning yelled at the retreating soldiers.
"Still itching for a fight?"
I sighed. It had been a long battle with Wei, and it was going to be a long trip back camp. This overzealous idiot still seemed to have some spirit left, even though the rest of us were worn out. Some of the soldiers were talking about drinking when we got back. I just wanted to get out of my sweaty, soiled clothes and get some rest. Well, that and one other thing.
"Heh. Tired already?" Gan Ning looked at me smugly. "That was nothing."
"We've been at it all day. Save some of that spunk for tomorrow."
"Hmph," he brushed past me. "I'll have plenty for tomorrow and every day after. I'm not the one complaining about being tired."
"You two never stop picking at each other," Sun Ce laughed. "You're really close, aren't you?"
"Who'd be close with that guy?" Gan Ning turned and pointed at me.
"Yeah, yeah," I waved a hand. "Can we go now? I'm too tired to argue with you."
Gan Ning mounted his horse and rode off ahead. I eyed the feather he stuck in my belt and grinned.
After a quick wash-up and change of clothes, I walked out of my tent. It was our last night at this camp, and then we'd be on the move again to set up somewhere new, and we would have to find a new little hideaway spot. It was a short walk behind the camp and over two small hills. I could see a small fire in the thicket. Whoever got there first was supposed to keep a little fire lit until the other came.
As I made my way into the brush, a hand suddenly pulled me forward and shoved me up against a tree.
"Hey, what - mmph!"
Before I could get the question out, a mouth overlapped mine and shut me up. His mouth was warm and tasted like liquor. Impatient hands assaulted my body and made their way into my pants. When I reached out for his hips, I wasn't surprised to feel his bare skin.
Gan Ning pulled back, breathing hard.
"You took too long," he said against my lips.
"Or maybe you're too eager?" I pulled him closer by his backside.
His hand encircled our excitement and started to stroke. I could faintly make out the strained, pleasured expression on his face as he grunted and softly moaned. My finger, however, garnered an even better reaction.
It was hard to recall when these secret meetups of ours started. When he first joined Wu, I thought he was insufferable. A loud-mouthed braggart who liked to show off and hog all the fun on the battlefield. For some reason he fixated on me and liked picking fights with me. I kept my distance at first since he was so tiring to be around.
Then one night he mistook my tent for his and fell asleep all cuddled up next to me. He was so drunk I couldn't get him to budge, so I let him sleep. Before I woke up, he seemed to realize his mistake and was gone by morning, leaving just a feather from his headband. Seeing how embarrassed he was about it to the point of avoiding me was hilarious. To my surprise, though, not long after that, he asked to speak with me alone.
"What is it? It's not like you to call me out like this," I folded my arms.
"Shut up," he spat half-heartedly. "It's not anyone else's business, so they don't need to hear it."
"So out with it."
"What happened before …" he fidgeted. "Let me … s-sleep with you again."
"Are you sick or something?" I asked, taken aback. That was certainly not what I was expecting him to say. "Why would I agree to that?"
"It was an accident before, but … Look, I have a hard time sleeping after a good fight, okay? And I actually stayed asleep the whole night that night."
"Are you sure it wasn't the liquor? You were dead drunk that night."
"Shit," he cursed, scratching his head. "I usually drink at night to help me sleep, but I overdid it that night. And if I just had to drink to sleep, I wouldn't be talking to you now."
He had a point. I sighed.
"So what am I getting out of this deal?"
Gan Ning looked at me with a confused expression.
"You're asking me to give up the little bit of space I have in my tent so you can sleep with me. That doesn't benefit me, now does it?"
He seemed to understand and think on it for a long while. At least I believe he was trying to think.
"Well what do you want?" he said finally.
I thought about it. Then I grinned.
"Let me have my fun with you, and I'll agree."
"What 'fun' are you talking about?" he looked at me untrustingly.
"A little bit of 'relief,'" I pointed downwards. It took another few minutes for him to get it, and he sputtered in response.
"I'm not a woman! Why should I do something like that?"
"You're not, but you're still asking to sleep with me," I said slyly. "Take it or leave it."
In truth, I threw that out there to tease him. I didn't think he'd actually agree to it.
"Fine," he grumbled.
I couldn't believe my ears.
"Wait," I shook my head. "You'll do it?"
"Once everybody goes to sleep, I'll come," he murmured, and walked away before I could say anything else.
As agreed upon, once the soldiers and officers made their way to their tents and the camp fell quiet, he showed up.
"Let's get this over with," he pushed me down.
"So forceful," I joked. "You're supposed to set the mood."
"There is no 'mood,'" he retorted as he started to roughly touch me. "Hurry up and get hard."
"Ow," I squirmed away. "It'll never get up if you touch it like that."
"So what am I supposed to do?" he looked at me, obviously frustrated.
"Don't you do it to yourself?"
"Not really."
"Have you asked a woman to do it before? Imagine a pretty girl offered you a hand."
"He thought about it. Then he tried again. This time he was a little more careful and gentle. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine he wasn't there. His technique was decent enough. Once he went faster, my breathing quickened.
"Is that better?" he asked in an almost-whisper.
"Don't t-talk," I gritted my teeth.
It didn't take long to finish. I cleaned up and handed him a shirt to wipe his hand off, and we went to sleep.
That went on for a while. When we had a long battle, he would sneak into my tent once the coast was clear, get me off, and we'd go to sleep. It was as simple as that. He even started to improve his technique a bit. There were times I would catch him looking at me or watching his hand as he did it, and he would always whip his head around and avoid my eyes if he caught me looking. And every time he'd be gone by dawn, leaving a feather.
I covered my face as he touched me, trying to stifle my voice. He had been paying more attention than I thought, as he started to be aware of where to apply pressure or adjust his touch. It was like he was enjoying it a little, since he wasn't mocking me for making too much noise. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed the lustful expression on his face, and that his other hand seemed to be busy as well.
Without thinking, I flipped our positions so he was beneath me. Before he could complain, I kissed him (also without thinking). He stiffened at first when I touched him, but once my hand started moving, he gradually relaxed. He wasn't the greatest kisser, but he tried to match my movements. After we finished up, he surprisingly just rolled over and went to sleep without a fuss.
We continued fighting in the war and keeping each other company at night. His aggressive nature on the battlefield cooled down only slightly when we were alone. With time he began to kiss better and even initiate them himself. It was his idea to scout for an area outside of camp so we could meet a little earlier.
It was also him that offered to suck me off first. When he asked, I was too shocked to say anything. Without waiting for an answer, he started to explore with his mouth.
"Watch your teeth," I winced slightly.
"Stop wiggling around," he grumbled. "It's hard to fit 'cause it's too damn big."
It was honestly arousing and amusing that he took it upon himself to please me. The little comebacks seemed to be more out of habit and not because he meant anything by them. To watch him please himself while trying to excite me with an almost shy, questioning expression … It was certainly a sight.
As with the kissing and touching, he got better at that as well. And I began to return the favor. It stirred me up to watch him struggle to hold his voice back at first, but every time he would give in. His rough, hoarse cries only spurred me into tasting him more.
Gan Ning took my lips hungrily as he continued to stroke us, leaning into me as my fingers did the same. We had now gotten to this point, and there was no shame to speak of on either end. It wasn't complicated and it wasn't romantic. Neither of us considered it to be anything other than stress relief, or something warmer than a night cap.
"More …" he whispered, locking eyes with me.
"Switch with me, then."
I moved aside to let him brace himself against the tree with his hands. I shuddered slightly at the inviting pose. Unconsciously my hands traced his tattoos and muscles until they settled on his hips. His breath hitched as I readied myself, and he released a strangled cry once I pushed forward. I wanted to wait for him to adjust, but he started to rock against me. I took the hint, my body burning from lust and the unusually sensual pirate in my grasp.
Once his cries started growing higher in pitch, I pushed his lower back down slightly to reach deeper in. Another strangled cry left his lips. Even his legs began to tremble.
Then I noticed he was trying to say something. His voice had nearly gone out, but he was looking back at me and I somehow managed to read his lips. I pulled back and let him turn around. He grabbed me by the shirt and crushed our lips together as he lifted a leg. I swallowed his voice once our rhythm continued and played with the desperate tongue invading my mouth. I could feel him stroke his excitement hurriedly between our bodies.
Gan Ning started to tighten around me, and I hissed as my end neared. He was close as well. I bit his lip and pulled back to catch my breath.
"G-good, mmmm!" his eyes rolled back. "I can't-!"
I barely managed to escape his hold on me and I stroked myself to completion. With a husky groan, he did the same.
We caught our breath for a second, and then he pulled me in by the neck for another kiss.
"Don't make me wait next time," he rasped, "or I might have fun without you."
"Who else could satisfy this body of yours?" I ran my hands down his sides.
"Don't get so full of yourself," he hit me in the shoulder. "You're just convenient, that's all."
"Is that the only reason?" I bit his neck, making him shiver. "It won't kill you to be honest."
He grabbed me from below, making my voice catch in my throat.
"I could say the same for you," he leered. "You're not finished, are you?"
"You know we have to move tomorrow," I suppressed a moan.
"All the more reason to have our fun now, since we don't know when we can do this again," he nibbled along my jaw as he stroked.
I gave in. How could I not? Watching him pleasure himself as he writhed on top of me was soon burned into my mind. We nearly spent the whole night immersing ourselves in each other and just managed to get a few hours of rest before we had to move camp.
And not too long after we set up camp again and had scoped out the area for our rendezvous, there was a feather in my tent. And yet he calls me the impatient one.
This is honestly the first fic I've worked on and completed in forever. I know I'm rusty, but this was actually fun to do.
SB