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The soft sensation of pillows usher Zhang Liao into great comfort easily keeping the constant knowledge of how exhausted he is. He watches the tent flap with anticipation, however. Lu Bu had left temporarily to take care of the horses and find medical supplies. They had shared a late meal before the great General left. Though it had only been a short while ago, Zhang Liao finds himself awaiting the man's return anxiously.
The tent they chose to stay for the night within is Dong Zhou's highest ranked General. The man's tent is nearly as rich as the tyrant's. Still, it lacks the stench of the man. This, Liao finds most likable. Lu Bu had brought him here, a greatly appreciated gesture.
As he listens to the sound of Lu Bu caring for the horses, Liao can't help but to feel guilt. Because of him Lu Bu must take full responsibility for the horses and other chores. He is weak, unable to fight with true vigor. Unable to aid his lord. Fight for his cause, whatever it may be.
Before he can indulge himself too thoroughly in despair, Lu Bu emerges. He carries a small sack, which is a no doubt medical supply. Zhang Liao shutters. Even after gaining his share of wounds, he still despises the needle and thread.
Approaching his companion, Lu Bu drops the sack. Kneeling down he moves to unbuckled Liao's armor. The buckle is already undone. Considering this for a moment, the great General looks at Zhang Liao to see if he had attempted to get off his armor. Specifically telling him to wait, Lu Bu makes to scold, but stops. He immediately knows Liao did not do this. The General stares at the pillows, an empty shamed expression holds itself within his gaze.
"Zhang Liao," Lu Bu voices gently. The tone sounds peculiar coming from the Flying General. Meeting Lu Bu's eyes for short moment Liao allows that to be his reply of acknowledgment. Turning Liao so they face, Lu Bu places a small kiss upon his lips. Leaning over he unbuckled the other side. Removing his helmet so Lu Bu may remove his armor, Liao sets the piece atop the table beside him.
Lu Bu gazes at Zhang Liao for a few moments. Strands of deep brown hair hang in the man's face while the rest remains in tight bun. The sight is quite... Beautiful. Though, Lu Bu hasn't seen Zhang Liao with his hair at full length. He begins to wonder how handsome his fellow General would look. He ushers the thought away. He must focus on Zhang Liao's wound.
Lu Bu moves to pull Liao's robe over his shoulder, but stops. The subordinate General's hand grasps the side of his neck. Dried blood crusts down the neck, but more disturbingly fresh blood oozes from beneath the hand. He had not noticed the appearance of a wound on Liao's neck before as the flaps of his robe were covering it.
Placing his hand over Liao's, Lu Bu gently tries to pry the hand away. "Lu Bu, please..." Zhang Liao begs quietly.
"What is it?" Lu Bu demands harsher than he intended. Looking away, Liao finds he cannot reply. The achy feeling upon his cheek foretells a bruise is blossoming where Dong Zhou hit him.
He doesn't want Lu Bu to see him like this... See him weak. For Lu Bu he must be strong. His lord looks down upon weakness no matter the form. Perhaps it is a flaw of the Great General or simply a truth that Zhang Liao attempts to keep himself unflawed with?
Lu Bu lacks patience. The way Zhang Liao acts worries him more than he would readily admit. Placing his hand on Liao's cheek, he turns him so they face once more. Lightly placing his free hand over Lu Bu's, Liao stares into the man's eyes. He ignores the pain that protests against the weight upon the bruised cheek. Slowly lowering his hand, Lu Bu stares intensely at the bruise that paints Zhang Liao's face. He can feel the General's hand still lightly against his own. Dong Zhou not only hurt his General physically but also emotionally.
"Let me see," Lu Bu quietly requests. Despite his still calm voice, the great General feels ever-growing remorse for his former Lord. Now he is more anxious to see Liao's wounds. "Please," Zhang Liao begs once more. The hurt that cuts Liao is etched into his voice. Lu Bu can hear it. It hurts him to see and hear his companion like this. Using more force, Lu Bu pries the hand away. He tenses, gritting his teeth. Zhang Liao shrinks down, feeling the intense hatred.
Lu Bu is dangerous and rather unpredictable when angry. Zhang Liao learned this lesson quickly, but in a less-than-fortunate way. It is best to give the great General much personal space and time alone in such situations.
Dong Zhou marked Zhang Liao as his own. His own. The words burn into Lu Bu's mind. There would great suffering and pain. Blood would spill for this insult.
"I'm sorry..." Liao whispers still looking away, afraid of what his lord may be thinking. Thinking of him, and thinking of doing. Truly in love, he does not know his lord. Presses his head against Liao's, Lu Bu whispers, "The worthless swine will die in a river of blood and pain." Flaming hatred burns deep within Lu Bu's voice. Zhang Liao can hear, sense its presence. He forgets his fears, however. Lu Bu would not hurt him. Perhaps with words, or in a blind rage, but never on purpose.
They remain motionless in this position for a few moments longer. Relishing the other's warm and comfort, the closeness of their bodies together. Still, no matter how much the lord and his General find great content like this, there is still a wound to tend.
Slowly pulling away Lu Bu gently parts Liao's robe for more excess room. Blood wets the bandage beneath. Anger clouds Lu Bu's mind at the sight. Still fuming, he begins to unravel the bandages. As he comes to the last strands that touch the wound, he takes them too roughly. Liao tenses, but quickly relaxes realizing doing so will cause more pain. Guilt swarms Lu Bu, but he remains quiet.
Fixing the stitches is a painful process. Zhang Liao handles pain rather well, however. Emotional pain is quite foreign though. As Lu Bu finally finishes, the warrior feels little relief. Though the process had been raw at least it had clouded his mind. Moving to cover the disgraceful mark upon his neck, Zhang Liao's hand is stopped by Lu Bu. The Flying General guides the hand to his General's lap to hold it lightly.
A damp cloth is applied removing the dried blood. Zhang Liao shivers as droplets of the cool water stream down his chest. He shutters even further when he feels Lu Bu's hand that held his follow the wetness and rub it into his skin. A soft gasp ushers from the smaller man as the cloth is squeezed causing water to stream down his back and chest.
Dropping the cloth, Lu Bu intently feels the damp skin. Liao's muscular chest and stomach are felt beneath his fingers as they move up and down.
Turning to his lord, Zhang Liao stares with a profoundly surprised expression. Lu Bu smiles ever so frivolously as this response. He hopes that perhaps Liao will be able to return the gesture. He had never realized how much he missed the General's smile even if he had only see it for perhaps half a day.
A soft grimace crosses Zhang Liao's lips. Even so, it lightens up his face. Leaning forward, Lu Bu presses himself against Liao's warm body, pleased at the response. Their lips meet in a gentle embrace. Understanding Liao's pain, Lu Bu kisses slowly, but briefly. He trances the smaller General's jaw line. The skin is soft.
Moving down to Zhang Liao's neck, Lu Bu kisses the skin eagerly. Nipping gently, he smiles into Liao when he hears a breathy moan escape the man.
Such feelings of desire seethe from Zhang Liao. He has never felt so strong for another before. Truly leaving Dong Zhou's service not only released them of their duties but hidden feelings. Dong Zhou. The name sends a tense shiver down his body. "Don't think about it," Lu Bu quietly says. The hot breath against his neck is enough to immediately drive the memory.
Drawing his fingers to Lu Bu's chest, Zhang Liao searches for the buckles to his armor. The feeling causes Lu Bu to pause his kisses. Leading Liao's hand to the object, the great General sucks the General's neck intently. He will mark Zhang Liao as his own. The thought satisfies his burning hatred slightly.
The sensation of Lu Bu's incentive loving to his neck makes unbuckling rather difficult. When he finally manages to unbuckle both sides, Liao hands are shaking horribly.
Shedding the armor without hesitation, Lu Bu moves between Zhang Liao's legs. The slight anxiety the subordinate General feels is noted instantly. Easing apart Liao's rob farther, Lu Bu plants small kisses upon the chest leisurely to calm him. Each embrace is wet and enveloped in passion.
Coming upon Liao's left nipple, Lu Bu lightly bits it. He fondles it with his tongue. Gasps and soft moans articulate from Zhang Liao. A light blush covers his cheeks. Nipping the nipple with more vigor, Lu Bu enjoys the surprised louder moan that ushers from Liao. Eager to seal those noisy lips, Lu Bu moves so that he hovers above Liao. An intense desiring gaze is seen on Flying General. He leans forward as Zhang Liao opens his eyes. Their lips press together. Without hesitation, Lu Bu is within the younger's mouth. Such a glorious hot sensation as he touches and probes everything.
As the kiss breaks into smaller ones that are not quite as breath taking, Lu Bu removes any other armor from Zhang Liao's body. His hands frolic freely on the form beneath.
Feeling the one sidedness to this torment, as he feels Lu Bu gingerly grasps his ear between his teeth, Zhang Liao brings his hands to explore. He touches and traces ever muscle formation on Lu Bu's chest and stomach after loosening the rob that covers them. His fingers linger upon scars, brushing the marks softly. As his hands explore farther down to the waistline, Liao persistently tugs at the armor that coats it. Larger hands trace lightly over his before fulfilling the desire of removing the obstacle.
Tossing the armor away, Lu Bu presses his forehead to Liao's, allowing the other to have his way. Exploring down, Liao realizes he cannot reach any farther than the hip bone. Whining lightly in frustration, he earns a surprised aroused look from Lu Bu. Moving so that his chest is at Liao's face, the great General curiously awaits what Liao wants.
Pressing his hands against Lu Bu's hips, Liao makes teasing vertical motions near what surely lusts for pleasuring. Kissing the center of his lord's chest, Zhang Liao slips the pants down. The shadow from Lu Bu gives him no view. Grasping for where the organ should be, Liao shivers as he feels the slick, tense muscle beneath his fingers.
Above him Lu Bu jolts backward in surprise. Moving from beneath the great General so that he may kneel, Liao leans in front. He makes thrusts with his hand as he moves his head down. Lu Bu tenses from the pleasuring motion. A low quiet moan passes the great General's lips.
Zhang Liao stops the motion once he is mere moments from the organ. He curiously tastes the tip. Slowly easing the throbbing member into his mouth, he begins to bob his head. Another low moan seethes threw Lu Bu's clenched teeth. The pleasure is indefinable. And the sight of Liao giving him this brings forth such lust.
Grasping the bottom of the needy organ with his hands, Zhang Liao bobs his head slowly then quickly. The taste of the member fills his mouth. Intent on pleasing his lord, he quickens his pace. The strained grunt from the great General ensures him he is fulfilling the task. Teasing with his tongue and lightly pinching with his teeth occasionally, Zhang Liao can feel veins pulsing within the member.
Not wanting to come like this, Lu Bu pulls Zhang Liao up. His wanting and the cool feeling upon his urging desire are much discouraging, but he ignores it.
Zhang Liao looks at Lu Bu in confusion. Salvia and substance that had wept from the organ slide down the side of his lip. In response, Lu Bu presses his lips lightly against Liao's. Pressing his companion down while in the embrace, the Flying General pulls away when Liao's back is braced against the pillows. He can taste himself in the subordinate General's mouth. Strangely, it urges his desire ever more.
Spreading Zhang Liao's legs as he moves between them, Lu Bu rests a hand upon the strong hips beneath him. Placing his finger closest to his thumb at Liao's lips, he puts it in the mouth that immediately opens. Closing his eyes, Zhang Liao lathers the finger with his tongue. Fondling as he had Lu Bu's... A deep blush creeps up his neck to his face. Still, he continues to suck. He does so until Lu Bu decides that the General has done well enough with three fingers.
Wanting to see, to enjoy, every expression Zhang Liao portrays as he presses his fingers inside, Lu Bu pulls himself into a kneeling position. Angling his index finger so that he may, Lu Bu slips it in. The subordinate General is tight.
He can feel Lu Bu gently moving his finger. Eyes closed, he lightly grasps a pillow beneath him while slightly biting his lip. Another finger has joined the first. Pain is all he feels now, an uncomfortable stretching sensation. Then Lu Bu begins to move his fingers in scissoring motions. Pleasure follows. Releasing his lip, Zhang Liao moans. He tries to keep his lips sealed, however, to prevent himself from voicing his pleasure too loudly. He finds himself too easily succumbing to Lu Bu's touch. The great General should have more of a challenge... Even so, it is hard to with Lu Bu's insisting teasing.
Lu Bu watches the subordinate General's expressions with growing hunger. The urging desire is hard to control. He knows he must be patient. He could never cause pain to Zhang Liao, not after all the pain he so recklessly already caused. Slipping in a third finger he immediately feels Zhang Liao tighten once more. A whimpering moan openly passes the man's lips.
The pleasure instantly disappears. Zhang Liao cannot help but to utter his pain. The obstruction feels unnatural. As Lu Bu begins to move his fingers, more agony ensues. He muffles a groan, dearly wishing for this to stop.
"Relax..." Lu Bu's voice is heard. Trying to detach himself from the intrusion, Zhang Liao focusing on the great General's words. Easing himself, he feels pain slowly falter.
When Lu Bu feels the General follow the order, he begins to move his fingers. Soon he has Liao moaning again. Such a sweet noise begging for more. Too much does he desire the General beneath him. Unable to subdue himself, Lu Bu removed his fingers. Angling what so lustfully urged for entrance, the great General easing forward.
Immediately Zhang Liao feels something large pressing itself against him. A compulsive feeling of anxiety ushers over him. Lu Bu is going to take him. Take him as his own. Free him of any bonds he might feel was forced between him and Dong Zhou. The very thought is most encouraging and sends fluttering butterflies to his stomach.
However as the tip enters the thought is quickly forgotten. Yelping in pain at the large intrusion, Zhang Liao's eyes flutter open. He grasps pillows beneath him tightly in a vain attempt to ease with the pain.
A choked cry passes his lips as he feels further intrusion. Tightly clenching his eyes closed, his knuckles begin to turn white from holding the pillows with such force.
Lu Bu watches the pained expressions beneath him with guilt. Lust flows threw his veins with such force he could not help himself. The feeling is indescribable. Zhang Liao is tight and hot. So warm and inviting it is difficult not to loose to the harnesses of desire.
"Lu Bu!" Zhang Liao shouts desperately. He can feel the organ slide deeper. The pain he felt before at the fingers' intrusion is minimal to this.
The feeling of Lu Bu stroking his cheek brings some comfort to Liao. Still, the pain lingers. Closing his eyes he focusing on his lord's hand caressing his face, then fondling with his hair. He shivers as he feels Lu Bu undo his hair bun. The feeling of hair tickling his shoulders stirs desire within. He can feel the gentle curiosity in his lord's hand. Diligent soft strokes to the hair send shivers down Liao's spine.
Intrigued by his comrade's soft hair, Lu Bu finds that stroking the locks not only ease Zhang Liao, but also give the General more desiring incentive. The great General slowly begins to move his hips back and forth. Zhang Liao groans beneath him, but remains somewhat relaxed.
Rocking in different spots, Lu Bu immediately knows he found Liao's sensitive area when a breathy surprised moan voices loudly from the man. "Ahhh!" Zhang Liao gasps. The pleasure is so immense. For all the pain this intrusion as provided this needing reaction comes as a delightful sensation. "Lu Bu..." he whispers.
The yearning, the need, that coverings Zhang Liao's voice envelopes eager undeniable lust within Lu Bu. Unable to usher away the feeling any longer, he hungrily thrusts deep into the sensitive spot. Moans voicing from Liao's sweet lips drive the great General ever further.
Grasping the pillows, Zhang Liao cannot stop the whimpers and moans he utters in his pleasure. He holds his eyes shut relishing the sensation.
Lu Bu snakes his arms around Zhang Liao's back. The General arches himself at the soft tingling touch of the hands that press into him and pull him up. The motion causes Lu Bu to press himself deep into Liao's sensitive spot.
Grasping Lu Bu's strong neck, Liao presses his face into his lord's hair. Feeling the hairpiece press against him uncomfortably, Zhang Liao removes it with ever shaking hands. The feeling of his own hair flowing absently upon his shoulders and Lu Bu's against his face sends the General ever closer.
The scent of Lu Bu overcomes anything else. The sensation of Lu Bu inside of him overwhelms him. Everything about being lustfully thrust inside of by his lord is perfect to Liao.
As Lu Bu motions become more vigorous, Zhang Liao feels himself coming close as well. So close... He holds Lu Bu's necks tightly, pressing their bodies close. Burying his face into the crook of Lu Bu's neck, Liao cries out in a voice that is muffled as he feels the amazing pleasure. Then comes the somewhat painful yet dazzling sensation of Lu Bu's release. Throwing his head back Zhang Liao cries out.
"Wengyuan?" Lu Bu questions. Zhang Liao buries his face into his lord's neck. He takes a deep hitched breath against him. All the tenseness in the subordinate General is gone. His body merely sits limply upon Lu Bu. The great General can feel his release seeping from Liao onto his legs and his newfound lover's release wet upon his chest. "Fengxian..." Zhang Liao whispers in his neck. The hot breath sends a shiver upon Lu Bu.
Slowly lowering his clearly exhausted companion, Lu Bu wanes a slight yet genuine smile. The beautiful man beneath him: his General and lover. Zhang Liao looks up into Lu Bu's gaze with sleepy eyes. He smiles as well. Truly it is unbelievable sight to see Lu Bu smile.
Lying beside Zhang Liao, Lu Bu pulls a soft blanket over them. He had placed it upon the table with the notion Liao might become cold while he was tending to the horses. It has found the better purpose of covering their forms as the lie together.
Resting his head upon his lord's chest, Liao softly sighs in content. The warm muscular body beneath, the comforting feeling of Lu Bu stroking his hair, truly he has never felt more content. Closing his eyes he allows himself to slip into darkness, into a restful sleep.
"I'll come back when you call me, Zhang Liao," Lu Bu whispers. The words slip from his lips as a promise. His loyal General would know these words, and never forget them. He had once allowed himself to believe he was weak to succumb to his feelings for Zhang Liao, not again. Perhaps if he felt this 'love', then he should embrace it.
A strange enlightening, a feeling that it was there all along, but is just now revealed. Strange how whispers of 'love' seem so loud now… "Never again…" Lu Bu murmurs quietly.
Nothing stands in the way of them now, nothing but one man. But there is no castle or army created by man strong enough to protect that man. Not a sunset will pass when revenge is being sought. A cold blade to be driven into a cold heart.
Hello everyone. Really sorry about the delay... had to take a hellish trip. Not sure if anyone liked the outlay of the last chapter. Apologizes if I characterized someone to a disliking.
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