[Partial Sequel to Precious Beautiful Being] Bondage of Belonging (2/3)
Title: Bondage of Belonging
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Kris/Chen, Luhan/Chen, Sehun/Chen
Warning: Chen is again, a girl? Or not? That is the question. Historical AU. In this time period, China is superior, and Koreans are slaves to “this" Chinese royal line. I tried (again). This is fictional guys. I'm not trying to offend anyone.
Word Count: 8,000+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters used in the material are only for the plot of the story. Everything and anything that’s happened in the story are coincidental to any “actual” events that have occurred recently, or in the past.
Summary:
part 2: The life of a royal prince takes its toll when undeniable feelings turn into obsessions. Being a Prince is not all glorious and empowering. Being a royal Prince in the Wu Xi Zhang Huang Kingdom is pressuring and dangerous, especially when the Kingdom was built through deceptions and brute force. When power is mixed with unspeakable emotions, everything seems to be an untactful battlefield. Desires turn into unstoppable embers of flames, resulting into a turmoil of unrequited feelings.
Yifan wants to learn a new skill, but he what would he harness it for?
Luhan is to leave the palace to go into battle. He realizes things that he didn’t realize sooner. It feels like everything revolved perfectly, but as he confesses his feelings, he gets hit by a tidal wave of shocking truth. Will he still feel the same after the truth has been told?
Chapter: 1
A/N: Sorry for the corny summary. I feel like this chapter was all just sappy and corny, then just awkward. I kind of gave up re-reading/editing before the scene everyone is probably anticipating for. I want to apologize ahead of time if it doesn’t make sense after. I’ve re-read it like about four times and my feels were just telling me this is enough, no more. I felt like it was too much. Please try to enjoy.^^
Bondage of Belonging (2/3)
It was obvious that Luhan's pretty servant boy liked Chen. It was evident from just the way Sehun changed and lightened up when the small singer was near the other. Or the way he always had to have his hands on the precious tiny being's hands, hair, or even her clothes. It was definitely obvious Sehun liked Chen. This irritated the hell out of Prince Yifan. No one should be even touching what was supposed to be his.
Whenever Yifan saw Luhan with Chen, his heart was always burning with so much fury and so much agony all at the same time. His chest would feel congested or sometimes become cold and hollow. He couldn't stand watching the little singer follow every little order his brother asked, or just situate by him because she had to. He couldn't stand the odd fact at how his brother always treated Chen with a little more delicacy than the other servant-slaves Luhan owned.
"Prince Yifan," the Squire, Chanyeol, interrupted the second Prince's deep thoughts. "The king has asked you and your brothers to meet him this afternoon."
Yifan was in his study room, trying to clear his mind by writing on the blank scrolls. He was writing about his frustrations, trying vent out his damn feelings that keep bothering him. He's been doing this ever since his youngest brother Tao was born. It was the year their father, the King, made their lives more complicated. Their father had practically conquered the world and brought different kinds of people to the palace, slaves, into their lives.
Nothing was the same after that. Everything was like playing a broken flute, playing only one working note, over and over again, no matter how boring, tiring, or sad it was. Yifan and his family just never seemed to progress or had a growing relationship amongst each other. The rest of his brothers tried to live a life and make it better, but Yifan didn't try, he knew it was useless, pointless; it was not worth it. Nothing was worth anything anymore, because the slaves they had in their lives did everything for them. It made things easier, but Yifan felt himself, his whole family slowly grew hungry for more power.
The second Prince raised his hand, understanding what was asked of him and flicked his wrist, shooing the other to get along with himself. Chanyeol bowed and turned to walk away.
"Wait! Chanyeol, come back."
The said young man walked back over to the second Prince and waited for Yifan's next command.
"Have you seen Luhan's pretty servant boy?"
Chanyeol shook his head as he responded, "No my Lord, I have not seen Prince Luhan's servant, Sehun."
"Well then, have you seen the new singer by any chance?"
Chanyeol bowed again, looking a little sad "I have not seen Prince Luhan's singer either."
Yifan pushed himself up from his seat and walked out of the study room. "Luhan's singer," Yifan thought angrily. Chen is not Luhan's.
Chanyeol followed behind him, waiting for the Prince to speak again. He wasn't sure if Prince Yifan was mad at him or at Baixin. The seamster told him about what had happened when the second Prince found out. Chanyeol felt like he was about to walk into his doom, because no one did anything behind Prince Yifan's back and lived to tell the tale; even for the smallest things like what Baixin and he did would have had them lose their heads.
"Chanyeol," the second Prince stopped at his tracks and slowly turned around to face the Squire.
Chanyeol nearly ran into Prince Yifan, but he stopped himself just in time from doing so. He bowed down nervously as he waited for the Prince's command.
"I don't ever want you or Baixin sneaking around in my corridors of the palace. The guards might mistake you as intruders. Is that understood?"
Chanyeol bowed even lower, almost to the point where he nearly dropped to his hands and knees, but it did not get that far. He felt Prince Yifan's hand pat him on the shoulder, making him slowly raise himself upright. His cheeks grew warm from the shame. He couldn't believe himself at what just happened. He didn't lose his head in the process.
"Go find the seamstress's son and report back to me when you can. I need him to do something for me."
Chanyeol bowed and left the prince with his life spared, for now. He knew this was probably his last chance to ever survive something this trivial.
Yifan walked to the living area, and settled on the cushioned seat. He stared at the finished painting of the mountains that casted a waterfall. It was done by Suho, an artist his father found through a raid of horrid kidnappings from years ago. Yifan didn’t appreciate the fact that his father was a true tyrant, but a very powerful ruler at that.
As he stared at the large painting, he was actually a little moved by the beauty of the image. He never knew that water in motion could be captured in a still painting. But nothing compared to the heart aching beauty of the little singer that has captivated his every thought, imprinting his soul with endless torments of want and regret.
Yifan stood up restless, heaving out a sigh when he felt his damn heart skipping like heavy rain scattering on the surface of the earth's ground. He couldn’t keep down the pining emotions that kept stirring in his body. As Yifan walked over to the selves littered with countless scrolls, he tripped on a small block that stuck out of the hardwood floor. He caught himself just as fast as he stumbled forward. The Prince looked back, about to demolish the stupid floor that caused him to almost lose his face, but as he stomped over to the little stub, he saw Chanyeol and Baixin at the door of the living room.
Yifan looked at the two as they both lowered their heads.
"Aghem!" Yifan cleared his throat. "Thank you Chanyeol, you may leave."
The Squire bowed. As he got back up, he glanced at the seamster, eyeing the boy that it will be fine. Baixin only hoped that everything will turn out fine. When Chenyeol was gone, the seamster bowed towards the Prince.
"Baixin, can I ask you something," Yifan asked precariously.
"Anything Prince Yifan."
The second Prince nodded his head. He wasn't sure if he should ask when he just told Chanyeol to not do the deed he had just recently asked of the Squire, but why couldn’t he do it?. Yes, he was a hypocrite. Yifan cleared his throat again as he felt it swelling from his nervousness. "How, do you sneak around the palace grounds without being caught?"
Baixin blinked his eyes in confusion. He timidly looked at the Prince, but immediately shifted his eyes back down to the ground. The seamster blushed when he thought about how he spilled the truth to the second Prince about him sneaking around the palace.
"I mean, I just want to know. I don’t want you or Chanyeol to be sneaking around again. But I want to know. Baixin?"
The seamster jumped from Prince Yifan's voice. It wasn't loud, nor was it scary and menacing. He was just a little jittery from the fact that the Prince wanted to know how to sneak around. It was the strangest question to be asked of. Especially when the question is coming from the second Prince, Yifan, the one with a face so fierce and demanding, he didn't need to say anything to get a point across. Everything about Prince Yifan exuded authority, and demanded legitimate completeness of order.
"Baixin," Yifan made the other boy cringe up his shoulders in fear. "I just figured out that you and Chanyeol have been seeing each other, or should I say, you guys have been wishing each other a good night."
The seamster nipped at his bottom lip when the Prince went quiet. Then he swallowed the unwelcoming build up in his mouth when the Prince continued.
"I am not sure how I haven't noticed before, but it has been brought to my attention that you have quite a skill in being stealthy."
"So, I was wondering if you can show me how you did that without being caught?" Yifan could feel his face getting warmer from embarrassment, but it was not apparent enough for the younger boy's knowledge.
Baixin looked up to the Prince and was a little baffled by the look of anticipation, which still held so much sternness in the taller one's eyes. They looked at each other for half a minute, then the seamster nervously started explaining, feeling a little weird after every word that slipped from his lips. Far back in his mind, Baixin had disturbing feelings to why Prince Yifan wanted to learn how he snuck around. He never thought of sneaking around as a skill, he just did it to see Chanyeol, because he had reasons of his own. His life in the palace was strict, but he lived a privileged one at that. It's because he was born half Korean and Chinese.
~
It was already two hours past afternoon. All the Princes were to immediately report to their father, their ruler, the King. A major battle has ensued in one of their affiliate lands. The King informed his sons about the battle, but he appointed his first born, Luhan to prepare for this battle. The king wanted his eldest son to be ready for the future, because Luhan was first in line to the throne.
Of course, Luhan could not deny his father's orders. He rounded up his soldiers, readied his horse for the journey, and packed everything to make the trip from his home to the battlefield a safe endeavor. But Luhan could not bring the one thing he wanted the most, Chen.
Over the past month, he has developed a fetish over the singer. Chen's voice was a marvelous miracle. Luhan had finally been able to fall asleep, like an infant deep in a sweet slumber. He didn't have to physically tire himself with his own little covenant of beautiful slaves he used for nightly activities anymore.
When he found out Yifan didn't want Chen from the Princess of the West, Yifei, he was, in a way, ecstatic. He was definitely surprised by Yifan's refusal though, because he wanted to give his brother a lovely gift. And anything from Princess Yifei was always the best.
It may sound like a mocking situation, but Luhan really wanted to get on his younger brother's good side. He was going to become the King in the near future, so he wanted to rekindle their rocky brotherly relationship. But since Yifan didn't keep his offered prize, Luhan accepted it. He was looking for something new to make him go to bed for that matter. He just never expected to go to sleep so easily and so calmly.
~
Luhan and Chen's first night together was a night to remember. At first, the eldest Prince thought he was going to perform his routinely nightly activities with Chen, but the event took an unexpected turn. Chen was begging him, weeping, and was achingly beautiful in doing so. Chen was trying to convince Luhan that she could sing him to sleep instead.
Luhan took the singer's dainty pale hands and escorted her over to his triple-king-sized bed, lightly shoving the slim singer and pinning the other right in the middle of his mattress. He wanted to do so much more to Chen, because his emotions stirred in haptic swirls from the singer's pleas and vulnerability. It was the first that any of his slaves ever begged to differ. Usually, they would always submit to his desires. Chen was the first person he has ever experienced another's emotions.
When he looked down, his heart melted, his body was covered in a stimulating shiver, all from Chen's glassy eyes and hesitant breaths of fear. Luhan was so drawn to the singer's lips in that glorious moment, but he didn't take his chance to have a taste. He felt the need to be fair and gently urged the little being underneath him to sing.
At first, Chen's voice was enticingly shaky because of the whimpers from earlier. Luhan chuckled, and softly blew air across the singer's forehead, sweeping the unkempt strands that stuck out of her bangs off to the left. He couldn't help but give off a genuine heartwarming smile. Luhan was trying to calm the singer's nerves.
When Chen started to sing with more fluidity, Luhan closed his eyes and leaned down, resting himself right on top of the thin body before him. Chen's voice was soft but precise. It made the eldest Prince's heart beat with a knack of urgency. It was contradicting how the subtle tone eased his thoughts and sexual tension, only sating his tendency from devouring such a delicate person like Chen.
Luhan then slowly became hypnotized by the hymn of a little fawn lost in the forest. His heart ached when the tiny fawn wanted his mother and wanted to hide in their den from hunters. Luhan was reminded of when he yearned for his mother as a child. Only, he was harshly stripped from his mother's warmth because he was the first born. He was supposed to learn the duties of becoming the next King. He lost the value of the endearing touch of a mother's love at a young age.
As Luhan's mind was clouded in the song of the little fawn, his body relaxed atop the singer. He rested his head right on Chen's surprisingly cushioning chest. His hands searched for the singer's warm fingers as the little fawn found safety in its den, but loss his mother in the process.
Luhan could clearly feel the pain congesting inside himself. He regrets everyday of his life for not trying hard enough to find a way to attain his mother's love. And when he rebelled against his father, wanting the comfort of his mother's warmth, he was too late, too late for comforting warmth, too late for the love of safety and sincerity. He found out that she no longer existed in his world anymore, dying from a rare sickness he never knew his mother had. Ever since that day, he grew up to be the feigning innocent Prince Luhan, the senile mischievous Prince.
Chen's soft alluring voice sang of the little fawn's hardship, trying to live its life on its own. When Luhan felt like his heart couldn't take the pain behind the story of the music, he started weeping himself. He felt like he was the little fawn, living on his own, trying to find ways to get through his life of a royal Prince who was going to become a king. Luhan laced his fingers in between the singer's skinny fingers. He hesitantly brought both their hands to their pressed bodies. Luhan asked Chen to sing something else as his tears were soaking into the layers of Chen's robes.
The singer replied that the hymn gets better, convincing the eldest Prince to listen to the whole song. Luhan complies and listens with a wounded heart. The little fawn struggles to survive in the forest, fighting through, and growing up to be a majestic stag. Many seasons have passed, but the most trifling season was upon him, the season he lost his mother.
The stag was not going to hide; he was going to face those atrocious hunters who took away his mother. But as he was about to make his way towards the hunter's campsite, he sensed a different type of danger. His heart was compelled to keep the forest safe, making him run back into the forest. His instincts were right, the forest was in danger. The hunters had started a fire, but they were nowhere in sight; they must have ran away when they couldn't put it out.
The stag watched his animal friends flee. Some were unable to leave because they were protecting their newborns. The stag felt an empowering will to fight and protect the weak; he was not going to allow the fire take the lives of upcoming parents and their new family. So he built a fort over his antlers with many veils of leaves and twigs, letting all the inescapable animals resort in his protective lair above his intelligent mind. The fire burned the wide range of the forest, but the animals that stayed under the protection of the stag survived.
In the hymn, the stag's life ended there, but his spirit lingers in the forest, protecting those who need help, leading out those who are in dire need, to safety. The symbol of the stag's protection and bold courage was the soul of the hymn. Those who've suffered and made their life of value, are greatly appreciated, are always remembered, and their spirit will always live on.
Luhan was already sleeping, dreaming about his suffering life. But he was determined to make his life of value. He was determined to become a great ruler, one that everyone will come to love and appreciate. He wanted his spirit to live on and watch over those who were under his protection.
~
After the day Chen sang him to sleep, he's had the small being serenade him to a deep slumber. And Prince Luhan instantly grew affectionate towards the singer, his singer. He didn't look at Chen as one of his slaves; he looked at her as a savior. To him, the singer gave him more light and meaning in his pressuring life as a royal. Someone he's also a little more lenient to was Sehun. The boy though, dealt through his venting and frustrations. Luhan didn't have many to lean on, but Sehun seemed like a solid candidate. His servant boy was very intelligent and was very patient listener. After many years of spending his troubles with Sehun, he grew to trust the boy.
He even asked Sehun to watch over Chen and never let anyone, not even the King, ask for the singer. Of course, the boy kept his promise. Over the past month, Luhan slept wonderfully through the night with Chen's magical voice. He didn't even bother going back to the tiring nightly activities he used to perform to ease him to sleep. Now, he just needed Chen.
Luhan stood by his window of his tower bedchamber, already in his thin sleeping clothes, the comfy silken long sleeve shirt and its matching pants. After preparing up until nightfall, the eldest Prince was ready to go sleep. He was finally ready to hear Chen's beautiful voice one last time before he was to leave on his journey for battle. He peered at the darkening sky outside. His mind was distracted by images in the dark clouds, of how he was going to perform in battle, how he was going to save his people, and how he was going to return unharmed. His running mind stopped as he heard the guard announce Chen's presence.
He turned around and saw Chen in a lovely, long, silver, satin dress-robe. It was embroidered in gold threading and stitched with blue ribbons at the edges of the gown. The singer's fringe was pinned to the left with a sapphire bejeweled hair clip. The rest of Chen's hair dangled down like a black veil, ending below her ribs.
Luhan felt like an idiot as he just realized his singer was more than just a savior. Yes, Chen was beautiful, and right now, his heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. His face was warming in an embarrassing shade of pink. He couldn't believe the very core of his will was heating up in a feisty measure of temperature over the singer. It only crosses the mind when you finally realize what is very important to you when something drastic is about to happen and it hits you like a boulder.
Luhan felt like he was swallowing his tongue when Chen looked him in the eyes and gave a questioning smile.
"My Lord, Prince Luhan," Chen gave a bow and rose back up. "You asked for me, I am here."
The eldest Prince glided across the floor, towards the being before him and froze right in front of her. Chen adorably blinked in confusion when Luhan didn't speak, but then she grew nervous when the Prince grabbed a lock of her hair and brought it over his lips, taking a small sniff as he lead it over to the tip of his nose.
Luhan felt like he was on the verge of dying from his unstoppable rapid heartbeat. The sweet fresh scent of oranges lingered in Chen's silky soft hair. He let go of the lock of hair and couldn't help himself from slipping his hands under the end of the small singer's garment collar, letting his hands linger on the second layer of undergarment. He locked his gaze with Chen's, watching her eyes growing slightly wider in shock, or surprise, he didn't know, but his little singer was still so beautiful.
When Luhan's hand dug through four more thinner layers of robes, he let out a sigh of satisfaction when he felt the other's warm flesh. His hand was gently grazing across soft skin underneath the many layers of clothes, and then stopped at a hard small bony shoulder.
"P-prince Luhan? Hnff, w-why are you-"
The said Prince silenced the singer as his lips pressed over her soft, slightly plumped lips. Luhan's mouth was working like it had a mind of its own, trying to pry open the other's closed lips. His heart just kept its rapid pace and his body was heating up like an over boiling teapot.
The hand Luhan had against Chen's shoulder roughly rolled the layers of robes off of the singer's shoulder in a quick motion, stirring out a muffled cry into the eldest Prince's mouth. Luhan drove his tongue into Chen's warm mouth in a quick motion. When he tasted the singer's sweet saliva, he immediately wrapped his other arm at his little singer's waist and lifted her up. He paced towards his bed and laid the singer on the bed as gently as possible so not to break their kiss.
But to Luhan's dismay, Chen turned away as they both landed on the bed. It didn't stop the Prince, he nipped at the singer's neck, drawing out long breaths from his little nightingale. He was so dazed by the smooth texture of Chen's white skin against his tongue that he started licking and sucking from the singer's neck to her exposed shoulder. He even started gnawing at the suppleness of skin between his teeth as he tried to mark it with a lovely bruise.
"Hffah! Please, stop!" Chen was pleading and moaning when her skin heated under the Prince's sinful mouth.
Luhan could hear the singer sighing and trying to push then pull at him. He wasn't sure if Chen was enjoying his ministrations, but the way his little singer kept begging him to stop made his heart turn upside down. He lifted his head and stared at the other. It crushed his heart when he saw the tormenting traces of tears in his little singer's captivating brown eyes.
The Prince thumbed away the building liquid at the outer corner of Chen's bottom lid and peered into his delicate singer's eyes. "I, sorry Chen. It's just, my feelings overtook my body. I know this sounds absurdly insane right now. But, I think, I'm in love with you."
To Luhan's surprise, Chen's sniffling turned into soft heart wrenching sobs. He didn't understand. What was wrong with being in love? Luhan's never actually been in love before, but he was pretty certain that being in love was like being happy and calm, heart fluttering like butterflies, and the overwhelming feeling to show physical affection towards the person you loved because they were the right person. And all of these emotions swirled in a pool at the same time.
"Chen? What is wrong my dear," Luhan asked worriedly.
The singer's head just lightly shook from left to right. Luhan straddled over Chen's slim body and cupped his little nightingale's face. "What's wrong Chen? Do not worry about my father. If that is what's troubling your heart?"
"No," Chen whispered sadly. "You cannot be in love me. I am terribly sorry. I am not what you think I am."
Luhan stared at Chen confusedly. Not what he thinks of Chen to be? What did she mean by that? "I, I do not understand? What do you mean?"
"I am so very sorry my lord," the little singer kept apologizing.
"Sorry for what?" Luhan's heart couldn't take the confusion and nerve wrecking suspense.
Chen stared up towards the handsome Prince. He was still so handsome even with his face contorted at every curve and swell of his face. Chen was scared and very hesitant to speak the truth.
"What is it Chen? Tell me now, because my love for you is true and sincere. It should not be tossed away that easily without an explanation."
Chen took in a shaky breath, and then let out the truth. "You cannot love me. I am, not fit for you."
" Do not coat the truth with silly repeated words. Just tell me," Luhan was begging from his aching heart.
"I was not born with the name Chen. That was given to me as a disguise so that I could live under your family's tyranny. Your father's soldiers killed my parents in a raid when I was four-years-old, but took my brothers as slaves."
Luhan was slowly trying to grasp the information. He still didn't understand. Was Chen going to get revenge for her parents?
Luhan asked in a breath, "Then what is your birth name?"
Chen continued nervously, "It's Jongdae."
Luhan was a little surprised. Chen was not Chinese, she is Korean. The singer may be the race that his family had enslaved, but the Prince still could not let go of someone who had practically changed the outcome of his life, who gave him a purpose to live better even when in truth it probably never would.
"There's nothing wrong with that Chen, Jongdae. That should not stop me from loving you. I know my father has, done many things in the past that was not quite apt. I'm sorry about your family."
Chen turned away, but Luhan tilted the singer's head towards him as he looked in those red-rimmed eyes. "You mean everything to me now. You are my soul purpose to strive in life. Without you, I'd be nothing. I've lived a life with no purpose before you. Now, you are the only reason I want to live my life in this scary world. I want to be with you"
Chen's eyes started watering again. The singer had to let the Prince know the truth, but it was hard, because the singer felt so much for the Prince too. But that feeling was wrong, a sinful wrong in this world.
"I'm sorry Prince Luhan," Chen sniffled, "I'm not the one you should love. It's as simple as this, the reason you can't be in love with me is, because, I am not a girl. I'm a boy."
The Prince widened his eyes. Chen is not a girl?! But how? The person right before his eyes was so much more beautiful than any girl he's ever seen in his existence. How could his little singer not be a girl?!
Luhan was a little angry, a little hurt too, but he couldn't deny his feelings either. He was really in love with Chen. But, his sweet delicate little singer was not a girl? Should that even matter? He grabbed both of Chen's small wrists and pinned them above a distant away from the smaller one’s head, letting out a frightened huff of breath from his motive.
"Then why are you pretending to be a girl?" Luhan's stern voice sent a chilling tingle down Chen's spine.
The singer blinked the tears away. When Luhan was still waiting for an answer, Chen was compelled to speak. "I am looking for my brothers. I just want to see them. I know they are still alive and serving in your palace. I never expected to be living in your palace either. I've been disguised as a girl practically after the day I became an orphan. My brothers dressed me up as a girl so that my life would be spared. This kept me away from the harsh upbringing of what other boys had to endure when they were taken away or killed."
"I befriended other Chinese girls and developed the skill to sing. From then on I became a singer and tried to hide my identity from others as best as I possibly could. When I turned fifteen, Princess Yifei took me in. She was harsh on me, always beating me and demanding obscene requests of me for her leisure. Sometimes, Princess Yifei would torture me or humiliate me for occasion. I just endured it, hoping to survive and maybe one day see my brothers again. I had small hope, that if I lived with her, I might be able to come here and see my brothers again. And I lived. I survived through her torments for seven years. I just never found my brothers."
Luhan released Chen's wrists, easing himself on his hind legs still straddling over the singer. So, Chen also lived a harsh life. He never expected Princess Yifei to beat others. But after finding out that Chen was mindlessly beaten made him furious, but he wasn't mad at Chen like he was just a moment ago. His poor nightingale was looking for the only family that was taken from him. Luhan looked down at Chen. The way the other's tears seeped out tragically, made him realize the sad awful truth that his singer was not lying. But his heart was still left hanging.
He leaned over the other and looked in the singer's eyes. "Your time with me, did it mean anything to you?"
Chen's eyes were still beautiful when it was red and puffy. Luhan could feel his heart beating anxiously as he waited for the other to answer. He was still oddly and so wrongly drawn to the singer. No one has ever left such an impact on him than Chen.
"I, cannot be in love with you." The singer turned away in shame. "Prince Luhan should be with someone who will be able to bear him an heir. Not someone like me."
"You did not answer my question." Luhan nudged Chen's beautiful face right back at him. "Did you feel anything when you were with me," he asked a little faint heartedly.
"I," Chen started hoarsely, "I have never felt so happy and so appreciated with any other person who I've ever been with than with you my Prince. But my love is something so forbidden and sinful it's disgu-"
"So you love me," Luhan interrupted.
Chen sadly admitted with a nod as he didn't look Luhan in the eyes, and tried to explain otherwise, "my love is, not healthy, you should not go down the path I have fallen. Save yourself for someone much more worthy. You cannot love me."
Luhan was lighted with a thread of hope. He knew this was the wrongest thing in the entire universe, two young men, in love. But in his heart, it felt so right; because he loved Chen, and Chen also loved him no matter how much his little singer denied it.
"If you love me, then this shouldn't feel wrong," Luhan engulfed Chen's lips, driving his tongue in the other boy's mouth, tainting every corner and open space his tongue could reach.
Chen tried to push his owner away, but could not fight his depraving will either. He was very much drawn to the Prince as the Prince was drawn to him. He knew he was going to hell now, but if he was, then it wouldn’t matter if he listened to his own heart, would it?
When Luhan felt Chen slowly consenting to him, he pulled their deep kiss apart. He looked down at the person before him. Luhan still could not believe Chen was, a boy. The singer's long hair was too feminine; his body frame was much more feminine than other women. Everything, the way the singer spoke or did things were all what defined a woman. Luhan was not convinced yet, he needed solid proof.
"Chen," Luhan spoke with so much care.
The singer perked up and stared towards the Prince, waiting for the other to continue.
Luhan smiled sadly, "I want to bring you with me, but I can't. I will probably be gone for at least a month. But I will try to come back as soon as possible, for you, for us."
Chen felt his face flush a peculiar warmth across his cheeks. Luhan smiled at the beautiful display and brushed the small strands of hair away from Chen's alluring brown eyes. He then unclipped the hairpin from Chen's soft hair, throwing it aside of the bed.
"I want to take a piece of you with me. I want to engrave your beautiful voice in my mind and mark you as you leave your mark on me. I want to remember you like you are right next to me on my days and nights without you physically at my side. I want to let you know that our crazy love is perfectly fine, because I can feel deep inside that we belong with each other."
Chen felt his heart jump out of his chest when Luhan's warm palm brushed at his shoulder and traveled underneath his layers of robes. The eldest Prince's hand shyly crossed over to his chest, and then slowly ran right at the side of his ribs as he felt Luhan's fingers curled possessively over his soft flesh.
"Prince L-Luhan," the singer asked with a worry tone. He was scared of what was to come, but succumbed to his owner's breathtaking caresses.
Luhan undid the belt of Chen's outer robe with his free hand and opened it with gentleness. He watched as the other grew nervous, anxious, and scared. He intensely gazed into his singer's eyes as he started opening layer upon layers of the singer's robes. As Luhan undid the last layer, his breath hitched up when he gently placed his hand right over Chen's bare chest. His little singer did not have breasts; all he wore was a stuffed padding to great that small illusion.
Not all women had breasts, the eldest Prince thought. But his mind was racing with doubt. He immediately wrapped one hand at the white belt to Chen's pants. There was only one thing that could really tell a boy from a girl. His mind was spinning so fast his own body was building its own adrenaline rush that he started unintentionally tearing the singer's long belt of cloth apart. He didn't know why he reacted the way he did, but his curiosity, confusion, and anxiousness got to him. Chen frantically tried to stop Luhan's hands from roughly ripping at the only piece of clothing that kept him veiled from the eyes of the world in knowing his true identity.
"Uhh! My Lord! Please! Stop! You're scaring me!" Chen cried out pitifully.
But Luhan didn't stop. He kept picking at the belt, kept pulling and loosening the garment. He didn't stop until he saw the solid proof that clearly stated, Chen was definitely a boy.
The small singer wept from the panic and the hurtful shame. He closed his eyes as he turned away and tried to cover himself up, but Luhan would just pull the many layers of robes back open, exposing him for the world to see.
The Prince leaned down, shifting Chen's body towards him and pressed his dampening forehead against the singer's. "I'm sorry," he whispered against the other boy's lips, "I just, wanted to see the truth. But this does not change the way I feel about you."
It definitely did not change the way Luhan felt about his little singer. He's been through too much to lose someone as special as Chen. The singer was practically his life source now. He would never throw something that precious away. Luhan sealed his lips over the other boy's swelling ones, muffling his little singer's cries. He stroked Chen's tongue and gently sucked the muscle into his mouth, drawing out a strangled moan from the disheveled boy's throat. As the Prince was exchanging and mingling the building fluids in their mouths, one of his hands marveled over the softness of Chen's tummy and waist.
The way Chen felt under his hand was so stimulating, he felt himself growing furiously hungry for the other boy's touch. The ache between his legs left his abdomen burning on the inside. Luhan wanted to feel Chen around his length. He wanted to taint the insides of his little singer with the heat he was developing.
Luhan has never performed his nightly activities with a boy before, but he certainly knew the anatomy that would work the same way of a woman's entrance for a male's cock. It may be different, but it was the only opening. He trailed his adventurous fingers down between Chen's legs and clasped his hand over the boy's harden rod, giving fast multiple rhythmic pumps, trying to draw out the boy's fluid.
"Uhh! Uhh!" Chen moaned ridiculously loud as he broke away from the sensual kiss. "P-please! Huuuhh! Lu-han! Don't ah hff!"
As Luhan felt a small amount of dewy fluid from Chen's length, he looked down between their bodies and was completely mesmerized at the singer's flushed skin. It was a lovely shade of pink.
"You are so beautiful Chen." The eldest Prince gently dug into the folds of the boy's hard end, scooping out the fluid with the tips of his middle and ring fingers.
Chen on the other hand was trembling restlessly, teary and very uncertain, because he knew what was happening between him and the Prince was immoral. But the way Prince Luhan made his body shiver so pleasurably, or the way the Prince drew out those pitchy sounds out of his lips, felt so oddly right.
"Ugh!" The singer grunted out from a sharp pain that jolted him at his lower back. He reached for Luhan's hands, desperately trying to stop the eldest Prince from intruding his fingers in a certain area he thought the other would never pry into.
Luhan was a little surprised how tight the inside of Chen was. He was only testing his theory of the male’s only opening that he thought would work the same as a woman's. Apparently, it was very different, but he still wanted to finish and satiate his desires. Luhan could feel his singer's lithe fingers trembling over his working hand, breathing in and out in a harsh tiring gesture.
"I really do love you Chen," Luhan planted a wet kiss upon the singer's cheek. "Trust me, I love you so much I only want you like this, no one else."
Chen's watery eyes stared at the Prince for a good couple of seconds, and figured maybe the other really was in love with him. It was odd, because he felt the same for the other. Luhan has been nice to him, one of the many people who have actually treated him with a new kind of gentleness, besides from his loving brothers in his past and his recently new friend, Sehun. He was just scared. He's never made love with anyone before, especially with a boy. To make things even more controversial, he didn't think he would do something like this with one of the Prince's who practically ruled half of the world. Chen breathed in and out hesitantly; he blinked his eyes as he tried to think as calmly as possible.
"Okay. I, I trust you," the singer whispered to Luhan.
The Prince kissed the other boy's red lips in a surprising force. Chen was left whimpering in between every time Luhan broke away and locked his lips back with Chen's. He kept fighting for the singer's tongue and drawing it in his hungry mouth, trying to taste his singer's sweet (saliva). At the same time, he managed to get in between Chen's dangly legs, letting one hang at the bend of his arm, while he let the boy's other leg hang over his shoulder that was attached to his busy hand.
Chen grunted in pain again as he felt the tips of the Prince's fingers trying to poke inside of him; his back arched in to accustom the stinging sensation. Luhan started desperately rubbing himself against Chen's lower region, trying to build friction among their aching erection He kept going at it as he became hypnotized by the singer's melodious moans, only then, slowing down when he felt his thin sleeping garments begin to dampen.
Luhan looked down between their bodies and saw the thick white creamy fluid stained on his pants. It was Chen's bodily fluid. The musky essence was painted over his singer's stomach. The prince pulled his drying fingers out from the rim of Chen's tight opening and quickly pulled off his belt, loosening his pants, and his shirt hung open. He kicked his pants off and managed to wiggle out of his shirt with Chen still positioned so openly underneath him.
Luhan picked one of the singer's arms and wrapped it over his neck. He looked at the boy's hooded moisten eyes, and leaned down as he lay cheek to cheek with the other. The Prince knew Chen was in pain. It hurt him a little that he was causing his singer that pain, but he only hoped what he was going to do will turn out to be a pleasing relief for the other.
Luhan closes his eyes as he coats his right hand in Chen's creamy essence. His fingers play with the thick warm fluid, which slowly brought a smirk across his lips as he slid his wet hand lower and lower. Once Luhan rims his coated fingers at Chen's tight opening, the other boy breathed out a sigh into Luhan's ear. It only drove the Prince to poke his middle and ring finger inside of the singer with more urgency than gentleness.
Chen clasps his arm tightly over his owner's neck, hissing from the intrusion upon him. He couldn't help tensing against the sharp sting.
"Relax my sweet, relax," Luhan breathes into Chen's ear and shoves his two fingers a little deeper.
Chen groans loudly. He tried to relax but Luhan's fingers only caused him more pain. He tried breathing in and out, hoping that would relax his body from tensing. Surprisingly, Luhan slipped his fingers and was deeply settled inside of Chen. He curled his fingers and rubbed against his singer's tight surrounding walls.
At first, Chen was grunting from the sharp stinging pain, but suddenly, his hips bucked up into Luhan's fingers when he felt the Prince roughly rub against a certain area. "Uhff! L-Luhan! Huff!"
The Prince could feel Chen's arm around his neck grasp tighter and openly relax into his intrusions. He felt a small nub against the tips of his fingers and rubbed at it. Chen let out breathless cries of pleasure and mechanically kept jutting his hips. Luhan had found the little treasure that he was unintentionally searching for. He slipped another finger inside and abused that little nub that was bubbling inside of his little singer.
"Ah! Please! L-Luhan ah!" Chen felt the center of his body warming up. "Ah!"
The singer felt himself falling into a hot tingling pool of sensations he's never felt before. It felt so amazing his eyes started leaking. He was also afraid as well, because good things only lasted so long.
Luhan pulled his face away and was blushing at his work, Chen sighing and moaning with sweat gleaming off his skin was a lovely sight. The Prince pulled out his fingers and started pumping his stiff length. He played himself long enough that his tip was forming the clear fluid that would help him ease inside of Chen.
"Relax my love, relax," Luhan chanted sultrily as he nudged the end of his cock inside Chen's opening.
The singer lolled his head back, exposing his neck towards Luhan's mouth when he felt the Prince plunge deeper inside of him. It was still painful, but also very pleasuring that sent chills deep in his marrow. As he felt Luhan pull in and out, trying to sit himself fully inside, Chen couldn't help himself from crying out. It was different from Luhan's fingers, because his owner's length was hot and pulsating; it felt good.
"Luhan ah!"
"Yes, my sweet," the Prince moaned as his hips worked faster. "Say my name."
Luhan and Chen's voices mingled over one another. Luhan kept working his name out of Chen's red lips, while he sighed wondrously. He felt himself getting close. Luhan started thrusting harder and faster, hitting Chen's sensitive nub that blew the singer's mind, sending shocks of intense pleasure through his body. Luhan panted out breathlessly when he felt Chen's walls tightening around him as he felt the boy's hot semen spill between their bodies. It felt like Chen was sucking his cock dry. Luhan has never felt this before, and he fucking loved it.
Luhan pumped in and out of Chen a couple more times and finally felt himself peak over the ledge, shooting a massive amount of his thick creamy essence inside of his little singer. He gently eased the singer’s legs at his sides and slowly rode in and out of Chen's hole, prolonging the blissful sensation between their bodies as they both softly whimpered and moaned in unison. Chen's body twitched in sync with Luhan's slow thrusts, bringing about a smile upon the Prince's lovely lips.
Chen was so tired and so worn out from the overwhelming pleasure; his eyes were drooping into unconsciousness. Luhan felt his little singer's arm fall from his neck and body going limp. He smiled teasingly and shoved himself roughly inside of Chen, making the other boy yelp out a cute high pitchy moan of surprise.
"Lu-han, please, no more," the beautiful sweaty singer begged hoarsely.
The eldest Prince gave a small laugh and slowly pulled himself out of Chen's puckering entrance, leaving the singer shivering in response. Luhan watched amusedly at the way Chen had his lids closed, and listened to the singer breathing from his red slightly parted lips.
"You're so beautiful, just perfect," Luhan whispered and placed a chaste kiss upon Chen's lips, then kissing the boy's wet lashes.
The singer tiredly opened his eyes and looked up to the Prince. "I try to be perfect for you my Lord."
"You are too perfect. I'm scared someone might take you, hurt you, or do things to you while I'm not here." Luhan propped himself up with one arm as his other hand combed back Chen's dampen bangs.
Chen placed one hand upon the Prince's left cheek, giving off an assuring smile as he stated, "do not worry, I have Sehun to protect me. Besides, everyone knows I belong to you. No one would do anything behind the future king's back."
Luhan leaned down and kissed the singer, deepening their kiss into a desperate combat of their mouths. The Prince stopped working his lips upon the tired boy an pressed his forehead against the other's. "I love you Chen, Jongdae, I love you."
"I love you too my Prince, I love you too," Chen whispered over Luhan's lips as he shut his damp eyes.
The Prince laid beside his little singer, tugging the other closer to him. He pulled his silky satin blankest over their waists. Chen wrapped his arm over Luhan and rested his head right at the eldest Prince's chest. Luhan tugged Chen closer, making the boy's head rest on his chest instead. The singer smiled at the lively heartbeat thumping against his ear; it was a calming sound indeed.
Luhan slid his arm that was resting by the singer, under the boy's neck. He gently smiled to himself as he realized Chen still had his many layers of robes on. He looked off to the paper lantern, then up to the ceiling. Luhan was happy, so happy right now, but there was something odd that kept his heart worrying over his little singer. He was still very scared something might happen to Chen while he's gone.
Chen stirred against his chest; the singer had fallen asleep. Luhan sighed and closed his eyes as well. He needed to sleep; he was going to leave early for his journey. Maybe he was just over thinking about things. Chen was right; everyone knew the singer belonged to him. And Sehun would protect his little singer. He trusted the other boy.
Luhan could still envision himself and Chen's love making behind his closed lids. It was an erotically beautiful picture. Not so long after, the eldest Prince fell into a sweet slumber with his singer beside him, sleeping in the knowledge that they've bonded perfectly with each other, and that they would only belong with each other.
~
Yifan pulled himself away from the long heavy silk curtain and snuck back out through the open doors then down the hall by Luhan’s room. He walked himself as steady as he could through the dark hall and down countless flights of stairs. Everything that he had just heard and witnessed flushed his mind without any words to express. But his chest was filled with so much hate, so much disgust, and endless strings of agony.
His little singer, his precious beautiful being, was a boy. Yifan paced himself to get the hell away from Luhan’s premises of the palace. He started running as he reached outside. Running away from the damn reality of his messed up life. When he reached his corridors, he immediately rummaged through the halls and into his room. Yifan was huffing and trying to catch his breath as he stood a foot away from his bed.
“Luhan is crazy, Yifan thought out loud, “he’s crazy.”
How could a man, sleep with a man?
Yifan shoved his hand in his hair and pulled through the tangles. He couldn’t believe his older brother was stupid enough to sleep with a man. Yifan roughly tore open his robes and shook it off, throwing it mercilessly on his bed. The fire that kept burning in his chest just ignited furiously as he ripped the belt at his waist. He started striking his bed with his belt, beating the sheets as if he intended to kill the inanimate object.
As Yifan kept at the beating, his chest started thumping from an aching pressure, his throat felt like it was swelling. He threw his belt aside when he felt an unwelcoming wetness caress down his cheeks and falling off his chin. Yifan fell to the floor as he pressed his back against the bed frame, knocking the back of his head on the hard smooth wood.
“Stupid. So stupid. So damn stupid!”
The second Prince started yelling from the unsettling frustration. He started crying after his throat tightened after his breathing turned into hiccups. Yifan didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why he was crying like worthless child? He’s a grown man. Men don’t cry. They especially don’t cry over their brother sleeping with another man. Yifan smacked the back of his head into the bed frame one more time.
The impact almost knocked him senseless. But he was still crying. Yifan was confused to why he was aching in agony and not celebrating that he was not stupid like his older brother? The dirty images, the load shameless sounds that came out of the singer’s mouth, his demented brother’s mouth, the sickening noise of the slick skin and wet lips rubbing against each other, it was all so absurdly disheartening. It all should be disgusting!
Yifan wanted to feel ill through everything that has just happened, but he didn’t. He was in a mad endless fire of anger, of pain.
He snuck out to spy on Chen to calm and sate his stupid urges. But instead, he finds himself secretly watching his one obsession get fucked by brother. Yifan shook his head restlessly as he slumps to the cold floor.
“Stupid. Stupid Yifan,” the second Prince whispered hoarsely, “Stupid Yifan.”
A/N: Oh goodness, what is this?! I swear, I cannot write yaoi smut even if my life depended on it. I try to write it, then it starts out okay, then it just goes down the drain as it progresses. Aish! Dx I feel like this was just blah. This was supposed to be for the wonderful contest that SadisticSinner is hosting: Yaoi World --A Graphic and Writing Contest--
But I’m not submitting this, hehe. There are other wonderful entries already. This here is just nasty mushy goo.
I’m so sorry about the length of this chapter. I told you it was too much, but I felt it was necessary and essential for the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this though. ^^ Comments are appreciated.
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Kris/Chen, Luhan/Chen, Sehun/Chen
Warning: Chen is again, a girl? Or not? That is the question. Historical AU. In this time period, China is superior, and Koreans are slaves to “this" Chinese royal line. I tried (again). This is fictional guys. I'm not trying to offend anyone.
Word Count: 8,000+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters used in the material are only for the plot of the story. Everything and anything that’s happened in the story are coincidental to any “actual” events that have occurred recently, or in the past.
Summary:
part 2: The life of a royal prince takes its toll when undeniable feelings turn into obsessions. Being a Prince is not all glorious and empowering. Being a royal Prince in the Wu Xi Zhang Huang Kingdom is pressuring and dangerous, especially when the Kingdom was built through deceptions and brute force. When power is mixed with unspeakable emotions, everything seems to be an untactful battlefield. Desires turn into unstoppable embers of flames, resulting into a turmoil of unrequited feelings.
Yifan wants to learn a new skill, but he what would he harness it for?
Luhan is to leave the palace to go into battle. He realizes things that he didn’t realize sooner. It feels like everything revolved perfectly, but as he confesses his feelings, he gets hit by a tidal wave of shocking truth. Will he still feel the same after the truth has been told?
Chapter: 1
A/N: Sorry for the corny summary. I feel like this chapter was all just sappy and corny, then just awkward. I kind of gave up re-reading/editing before the scene everyone is probably anticipating for. I want to apologize ahead of time if it doesn’t make sense after. I’ve re-read it like about four times and my feels were just telling me this is enough, no more. I felt like it was too much. Please try to enjoy.^^
Bondage of Belonging (2/3)
It was obvious that Luhan's pretty servant boy liked Chen. It was evident from just the way Sehun changed and lightened up when the small singer was near the other. Or the way he always had to have his hands on the precious tiny being's hands, hair, or even her clothes. It was definitely obvious Sehun liked Chen. This irritated the hell out of Prince Yifan. No one should be even touching what was supposed to be his.
Whenever Yifan saw Luhan with Chen, his heart was always burning with so much fury and so much agony all at the same time. His chest would feel congested or sometimes become cold and hollow. He couldn't stand watching the little singer follow every little order his brother asked, or just situate by him because she had to. He couldn't stand the odd fact at how his brother always treated Chen with a little more delicacy than the other servant-slaves Luhan owned.
"Prince Yifan," the Squire, Chanyeol, interrupted the second Prince's deep thoughts. "The king has asked you and your brothers to meet him this afternoon."
Yifan was in his study room, trying to clear his mind by writing on the blank scrolls. He was writing about his frustrations, trying vent out his damn feelings that keep bothering him. He's been doing this ever since his youngest brother Tao was born. It was the year their father, the King, made their lives more complicated. Their father had practically conquered the world and brought different kinds of people to the palace, slaves, into their lives.
Nothing was the same after that. Everything was like playing a broken flute, playing only one working note, over and over again, no matter how boring, tiring, or sad it was. Yifan and his family just never seemed to progress or had a growing relationship amongst each other. The rest of his brothers tried to live a life and make it better, but Yifan didn't try, he knew it was useless, pointless; it was not worth it. Nothing was worth anything anymore, because the slaves they had in their lives did everything for them. It made things easier, but Yifan felt himself, his whole family slowly grew hungry for more power.
The second Prince raised his hand, understanding what was asked of him and flicked his wrist, shooing the other to get along with himself. Chanyeol bowed and turned to walk away.
"Wait! Chanyeol, come back."
The said young man walked back over to the second Prince and waited for Yifan's next command.
"Have you seen Luhan's pretty servant boy?"
Chanyeol shook his head as he responded, "No my Lord, I have not seen Prince Luhan's servant, Sehun."
"Well then, have you seen the new singer by any chance?"
Chanyeol bowed again, looking a little sad "I have not seen Prince Luhan's singer either."
Yifan pushed himself up from his seat and walked out of the study room. "Luhan's singer," Yifan thought angrily. Chen is not Luhan's.
Chanyeol followed behind him, waiting for the Prince to speak again. He wasn't sure if Prince Yifan was mad at him or at Baixin. The seamster told him about what had happened when the second Prince found out. Chanyeol felt like he was about to walk into his doom, because no one did anything behind Prince Yifan's back and lived to tell the tale; even for the smallest things like what Baixin and he did would have had them lose their heads.
"Chanyeol," the second Prince stopped at his tracks and slowly turned around to face the Squire.
Chanyeol nearly ran into Prince Yifan, but he stopped himself just in time from doing so. He bowed down nervously as he waited for the Prince's command.
"I don't ever want you or Baixin sneaking around in my corridors of the palace. The guards might mistake you as intruders. Is that understood?"
Chanyeol bowed even lower, almost to the point where he nearly dropped to his hands and knees, but it did not get that far. He felt Prince Yifan's hand pat him on the shoulder, making him slowly raise himself upright. His cheeks grew warm from the shame. He couldn't believe himself at what just happened. He didn't lose his head in the process.
"Go find the seamstress's son and report back to me when you can. I need him to do something for me."
Chanyeol bowed and left the prince with his life spared, for now. He knew this was probably his last chance to ever survive something this trivial.
Yifan walked to the living area, and settled on the cushioned seat. He stared at the finished painting of the mountains that casted a waterfall. It was done by Suho, an artist his father found through a raid of horrid kidnappings from years ago. Yifan didn’t appreciate the fact that his father was a true tyrant, but a very powerful ruler at that.
As he stared at the large painting, he was actually a little moved by the beauty of the image. He never knew that water in motion could be captured in a still painting. But nothing compared to the heart aching beauty of the little singer that has captivated his every thought, imprinting his soul with endless torments of want and regret.
Yifan stood up restless, heaving out a sigh when he felt his damn heart skipping like heavy rain scattering on the surface of the earth's ground. He couldn’t keep down the pining emotions that kept stirring in his body. As Yifan walked over to the selves littered with countless scrolls, he tripped on a small block that stuck out of the hardwood floor. He caught himself just as fast as he stumbled forward. The Prince looked back, about to demolish the stupid floor that caused him to almost lose his face, but as he stomped over to the little stub, he saw Chanyeol and Baixin at the door of the living room.
Yifan looked at the two as they both lowered their heads.
"Aghem!" Yifan cleared his throat. "Thank you Chanyeol, you may leave."
The Squire bowed. As he got back up, he glanced at the seamster, eyeing the boy that it will be fine. Baixin only hoped that everything will turn out fine. When Chenyeol was gone, the seamster bowed towards the Prince.
"Baixin, can I ask you something," Yifan asked precariously.
"Anything Prince Yifan."
The second Prince nodded his head. He wasn't sure if he should ask when he just told Chanyeol to not do the deed he had just recently asked of the Squire, but why couldn’t he do it?. Yes, he was a hypocrite. Yifan cleared his throat again as he felt it swelling from his nervousness. "How, do you sneak around the palace grounds without being caught?"
Baixin blinked his eyes in confusion. He timidly looked at the Prince, but immediately shifted his eyes back down to the ground. The seamster blushed when he thought about how he spilled the truth to the second Prince about him sneaking around the palace.
"I mean, I just want to know. I don’t want you or Chanyeol to be sneaking around again. But I want to know. Baixin?"
The seamster jumped from Prince Yifan's voice. It wasn't loud, nor was it scary and menacing. He was just a little jittery from the fact that the Prince wanted to know how to sneak around. It was the strangest question to be asked of. Especially when the question is coming from the second Prince, Yifan, the one with a face so fierce and demanding, he didn't need to say anything to get a point across. Everything about Prince Yifan exuded authority, and demanded legitimate completeness of order.
"Baixin," Yifan made the other boy cringe up his shoulders in fear. "I just figured out that you and Chanyeol have been seeing each other, or should I say, you guys have been wishing each other a good night."
The seamster nipped at his bottom lip when the Prince went quiet. Then he swallowed the unwelcoming build up in his mouth when the Prince continued.
"I am not sure how I haven't noticed before, but it has been brought to my attention that you have quite a skill in being stealthy."
"So, I was wondering if you can show me how you did that without being caught?" Yifan could feel his face getting warmer from embarrassment, but it was not apparent enough for the younger boy's knowledge.
Baixin looked up to the Prince and was a little baffled by the look of anticipation, which still held so much sternness in the taller one's eyes. They looked at each other for half a minute, then the seamster nervously started explaining, feeling a little weird after every word that slipped from his lips. Far back in his mind, Baixin had disturbing feelings to why Prince Yifan wanted to learn how he snuck around. He never thought of sneaking around as a skill, he just did it to see Chanyeol, because he had reasons of his own. His life in the palace was strict, but he lived a privileged one at that. It's because he was born half Korean and Chinese.
~
It was already two hours past afternoon. All the Princes were to immediately report to their father, their ruler, the King. A major battle has ensued in one of their affiliate lands. The King informed his sons about the battle, but he appointed his first born, Luhan to prepare for this battle. The king wanted his eldest son to be ready for the future, because Luhan was first in line to the throne.
Of course, Luhan could not deny his father's orders. He rounded up his soldiers, readied his horse for the journey, and packed everything to make the trip from his home to the battlefield a safe endeavor. But Luhan could not bring the one thing he wanted the most, Chen.
Over the past month, he has developed a fetish over the singer. Chen's voice was a marvelous miracle. Luhan had finally been able to fall asleep, like an infant deep in a sweet slumber. He didn't have to physically tire himself with his own little covenant of beautiful slaves he used for nightly activities anymore.
When he found out Yifan didn't want Chen from the Princess of the West, Yifei, he was, in a way, ecstatic. He was definitely surprised by Yifan's refusal though, because he wanted to give his brother a lovely gift. And anything from Princess Yifei was always the best.
It may sound like a mocking situation, but Luhan really wanted to get on his younger brother's good side. He was going to become the King in the near future, so he wanted to rekindle their rocky brotherly relationship. But since Yifan didn't keep his offered prize, Luhan accepted it. He was looking for something new to make him go to bed for that matter. He just never expected to go to sleep so easily and so calmly.
~
Luhan and Chen's first night together was a night to remember. At first, the eldest Prince thought he was going to perform his routinely nightly activities with Chen, but the event took an unexpected turn. Chen was begging him, weeping, and was achingly beautiful in doing so. Chen was trying to convince Luhan that she could sing him to sleep instead.
Luhan took the singer's dainty pale hands and escorted her over to his triple-king-sized bed, lightly shoving the slim singer and pinning the other right in the middle of his mattress. He wanted to do so much more to Chen, because his emotions stirred in haptic swirls from the singer's pleas and vulnerability. It was the first that any of his slaves ever begged to differ. Usually, they would always submit to his desires. Chen was the first person he has ever experienced another's emotions.
When he looked down, his heart melted, his body was covered in a stimulating shiver, all from Chen's glassy eyes and hesitant breaths of fear. Luhan was so drawn to the singer's lips in that glorious moment, but he didn't take his chance to have a taste. He felt the need to be fair and gently urged the little being underneath him to sing.
At first, Chen's voice was enticingly shaky because of the whimpers from earlier. Luhan chuckled, and softly blew air across the singer's forehead, sweeping the unkempt strands that stuck out of her bangs off to the left. He couldn't help but give off a genuine heartwarming smile. Luhan was trying to calm the singer's nerves.
When Chen started to sing with more fluidity, Luhan closed his eyes and leaned down, resting himself right on top of the thin body before him. Chen's voice was soft but precise. It made the eldest Prince's heart beat with a knack of urgency. It was contradicting how the subtle tone eased his thoughts and sexual tension, only sating his tendency from devouring such a delicate person like Chen.
Luhan then slowly became hypnotized by the hymn of a little fawn lost in the forest. His heart ached when the tiny fawn wanted his mother and wanted to hide in their den from hunters. Luhan was reminded of when he yearned for his mother as a child. Only, he was harshly stripped from his mother's warmth because he was the first born. He was supposed to learn the duties of becoming the next King. He lost the value of the endearing touch of a mother's love at a young age.
As Luhan's mind was clouded in the song of the little fawn, his body relaxed atop the singer. He rested his head right on Chen's surprisingly cushioning chest. His hands searched for the singer's warm fingers as the little fawn found safety in its den, but loss his mother in the process.
Luhan could clearly feel the pain congesting inside himself. He regrets everyday of his life for not trying hard enough to find a way to attain his mother's love. And when he rebelled against his father, wanting the comfort of his mother's warmth, he was too late, too late for comforting warmth, too late for the love of safety and sincerity. He found out that she no longer existed in his world anymore, dying from a rare sickness he never knew his mother had. Ever since that day, he grew up to be the feigning innocent Prince Luhan, the senile mischievous Prince.
Chen's soft alluring voice sang of the little fawn's hardship, trying to live its life on its own. When Luhan felt like his heart couldn't take the pain behind the story of the music, he started weeping himself. He felt like he was the little fawn, living on his own, trying to find ways to get through his life of a royal Prince who was going to become a king. Luhan laced his fingers in between the singer's skinny fingers. He hesitantly brought both their hands to their pressed bodies. Luhan asked Chen to sing something else as his tears were soaking into the layers of Chen's robes.
The singer replied that the hymn gets better, convincing the eldest Prince to listen to the whole song. Luhan complies and listens with a wounded heart. The little fawn struggles to survive in the forest, fighting through, and growing up to be a majestic stag. Many seasons have passed, but the most trifling season was upon him, the season he lost his mother.
The stag was not going to hide; he was going to face those atrocious hunters who took away his mother. But as he was about to make his way towards the hunter's campsite, he sensed a different type of danger. His heart was compelled to keep the forest safe, making him run back into the forest. His instincts were right, the forest was in danger. The hunters had started a fire, but they were nowhere in sight; they must have ran away when they couldn't put it out.
The stag watched his animal friends flee. Some were unable to leave because they were protecting their newborns. The stag felt an empowering will to fight and protect the weak; he was not going to allow the fire take the lives of upcoming parents and their new family. So he built a fort over his antlers with many veils of leaves and twigs, letting all the inescapable animals resort in his protective lair above his intelligent mind. The fire burned the wide range of the forest, but the animals that stayed under the protection of the stag survived.
In the hymn, the stag's life ended there, but his spirit lingers in the forest, protecting those who need help, leading out those who are in dire need, to safety. The symbol of the stag's protection and bold courage was the soul of the hymn. Those who've suffered and made their life of value, are greatly appreciated, are always remembered, and their spirit will always live on.
Luhan was already sleeping, dreaming about his suffering life. But he was determined to make his life of value. He was determined to become a great ruler, one that everyone will come to love and appreciate. He wanted his spirit to live on and watch over those who were under his protection.
~
After the day Chen sang him to sleep, he's had the small being serenade him to a deep slumber. And Prince Luhan instantly grew affectionate towards the singer, his singer. He didn't look at Chen as one of his slaves; he looked at her as a savior. To him, the singer gave him more light and meaning in his pressuring life as a royal. Someone he's also a little more lenient to was Sehun. The boy though, dealt through his venting and frustrations. Luhan didn't have many to lean on, but Sehun seemed like a solid candidate. His servant boy was very intelligent and was very patient listener. After many years of spending his troubles with Sehun, he grew to trust the boy.
He even asked Sehun to watch over Chen and never let anyone, not even the King, ask for the singer. Of course, the boy kept his promise. Over the past month, Luhan slept wonderfully through the night with Chen's magical voice. He didn't even bother going back to the tiring nightly activities he used to perform to ease him to sleep. Now, he just needed Chen.
Luhan stood by his window of his tower bedchamber, already in his thin sleeping clothes, the comfy silken long sleeve shirt and its matching pants. After preparing up until nightfall, the eldest Prince was ready to go sleep. He was finally ready to hear Chen's beautiful voice one last time before he was to leave on his journey for battle. He peered at the darkening sky outside. His mind was distracted by images in the dark clouds, of how he was going to perform in battle, how he was going to save his people, and how he was going to return unharmed. His running mind stopped as he heard the guard announce Chen's presence.
He turned around and saw Chen in a lovely, long, silver, satin dress-robe. It was embroidered in gold threading and stitched with blue ribbons at the edges of the gown. The singer's fringe was pinned to the left with a sapphire bejeweled hair clip. The rest of Chen's hair dangled down like a black veil, ending below her ribs.
Luhan felt like an idiot as he just realized his singer was more than just a savior. Yes, Chen was beautiful, and right now, his heart was fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. His face was warming in an embarrassing shade of pink. He couldn't believe the very core of his will was heating up in a feisty measure of temperature over the singer. It only crosses the mind when you finally realize what is very important to you when something drastic is about to happen and it hits you like a boulder.
Luhan felt like he was swallowing his tongue when Chen looked him in the eyes and gave a questioning smile.
"My Lord, Prince Luhan," Chen gave a bow and rose back up. "You asked for me, I am here."
The eldest Prince glided across the floor, towards the being before him and froze right in front of her. Chen adorably blinked in confusion when Luhan didn't speak, but then she grew nervous when the Prince grabbed a lock of her hair and brought it over his lips, taking a small sniff as he lead it over to the tip of his nose.
Luhan felt like he was on the verge of dying from his unstoppable rapid heartbeat. The sweet fresh scent of oranges lingered in Chen's silky soft hair. He let go of the lock of hair and couldn't help himself from slipping his hands under the end of the small singer's garment collar, letting his hands linger on the second layer of undergarment. He locked his gaze with Chen's, watching her eyes growing slightly wider in shock, or surprise, he didn't know, but his little singer was still so beautiful.
When Luhan's hand dug through four more thinner layers of robes, he let out a sigh of satisfaction when he felt the other's warm flesh. His hand was gently grazing across soft skin underneath the many layers of clothes, and then stopped at a hard small bony shoulder.
"P-prince Luhan? Hnff, w-why are you-"
The said Prince silenced the singer as his lips pressed over her soft, slightly plumped lips. Luhan's mouth was working like it had a mind of its own, trying to pry open the other's closed lips. His heart just kept its rapid pace and his body was heating up like an over boiling teapot.
The hand Luhan had against Chen's shoulder roughly rolled the layers of robes off of the singer's shoulder in a quick motion, stirring out a muffled cry into the eldest Prince's mouth. Luhan drove his tongue into Chen's warm mouth in a quick motion. When he tasted the singer's sweet saliva, he immediately wrapped his other arm at his little singer's waist and lifted her up. He paced towards his bed and laid the singer on the bed as gently as possible so not to break their kiss.
But to Luhan's dismay, Chen turned away as they both landed on the bed. It didn't stop the Prince, he nipped at the singer's neck, drawing out long breaths from his little nightingale. He was so dazed by the smooth texture of Chen's white skin against his tongue that he started licking and sucking from the singer's neck to her exposed shoulder. He even started gnawing at the suppleness of skin between his teeth as he tried to mark it with a lovely bruise.
"Hffah! Please, stop!" Chen was pleading and moaning when her skin heated under the Prince's sinful mouth.
Luhan could hear the singer sighing and trying to push then pull at him. He wasn't sure if Chen was enjoying his ministrations, but the way his little singer kept begging him to stop made his heart turn upside down. He lifted his head and stared at the other. It crushed his heart when he saw the tormenting traces of tears in his little singer's captivating brown eyes.
The Prince thumbed away the building liquid at the outer corner of Chen's bottom lid and peered into his delicate singer's eyes. "I, sorry Chen. It's just, my feelings overtook my body. I know this sounds absurdly insane right now. But, I think, I'm in love with you."
To Luhan's surprise, Chen's sniffling turned into soft heart wrenching sobs. He didn't understand. What was wrong with being in love? Luhan's never actually been in love before, but he was pretty certain that being in love was like being happy and calm, heart fluttering like butterflies, and the overwhelming feeling to show physical affection towards the person you loved because they were the right person. And all of these emotions swirled in a pool at the same time.
"Chen? What is wrong my dear," Luhan asked worriedly.
The singer's head just lightly shook from left to right. Luhan straddled over Chen's slim body and cupped his little nightingale's face. "What's wrong Chen? Do not worry about my father. If that is what's troubling your heart?"
"No," Chen whispered sadly. "You cannot be in love me. I am terribly sorry. I am not what you think I am."
Luhan stared at Chen confusedly. Not what he thinks of Chen to be? What did she mean by that? "I, I do not understand? What do you mean?"
"I am so very sorry my lord," the little singer kept apologizing.
"Sorry for what?" Luhan's heart couldn't take the confusion and nerve wrecking suspense.
Chen stared up towards the handsome Prince. He was still so handsome even with his face contorted at every curve and swell of his face. Chen was scared and very hesitant to speak the truth.
"What is it Chen? Tell me now, because my love for you is true and sincere. It should not be tossed away that easily without an explanation."
Chen took in a shaky breath, and then let out the truth. "You cannot love me. I am, not fit for you."
" Do not coat the truth with silly repeated words. Just tell me," Luhan was begging from his aching heart.
"I was not born with the name Chen. That was given to me as a disguise so that I could live under your family's tyranny. Your father's soldiers killed my parents in a raid when I was four-years-old, but took my brothers as slaves."
Luhan was slowly trying to grasp the information. He still didn't understand. Was Chen going to get revenge for her parents?
Luhan asked in a breath, "Then what is your birth name?"
Chen continued nervously, "It's Jongdae."
Luhan was a little surprised. Chen was not Chinese, she is Korean. The singer may be the race that his family had enslaved, but the Prince still could not let go of someone who had practically changed the outcome of his life, who gave him a purpose to live better even when in truth it probably never would.
"There's nothing wrong with that Chen, Jongdae. That should not stop me from loving you. I know my father has, done many things in the past that was not quite apt. I'm sorry about your family."
Chen turned away, but Luhan tilted the singer's head towards him as he looked in those red-rimmed eyes. "You mean everything to me now. You are my soul purpose to strive in life. Without you, I'd be nothing. I've lived a life with no purpose before you. Now, you are the only reason I want to live my life in this scary world. I want to be with you"
Chen's eyes started watering again. The singer had to let the Prince know the truth, but it was hard, because the singer felt so much for the Prince too. But that feeling was wrong, a sinful wrong in this world.
"I'm sorry Prince Luhan," Chen sniffled, "I'm not the one you should love. It's as simple as this, the reason you can't be in love with me is, because, I am not a girl. I'm a boy."
The Prince widened his eyes. Chen is not a girl?! But how? The person right before his eyes was so much more beautiful than any girl he's ever seen in his existence. How could his little singer not be a girl?!
Luhan was a little angry, a little hurt too, but he couldn't deny his feelings either. He was really in love with Chen. But, his sweet delicate little singer was not a girl? Should that even matter? He grabbed both of Chen's small wrists and pinned them above a distant away from the smaller one’s head, letting out a frightened huff of breath from his motive.
"Then why are you pretending to be a girl?" Luhan's stern voice sent a chilling tingle down Chen's spine.
The singer blinked the tears away. When Luhan was still waiting for an answer, Chen was compelled to speak. "I am looking for my brothers. I just want to see them. I know they are still alive and serving in your palace. I never expected to be living in your palace either. I've been disguised as a girl practically after the day I became an orphan. My brothers dressed me up as a girl so that my life would be spared. This kept me away from the harsh upbringing of what other boys had to endure when they were taken away or killed."
"I befriended other Chinese girls and developed the skill to sing. From then on I became a singer and tried to hide my identity from others as best as I possibly could. When I turned fifteen, Princess Yifei took me in. She was harsh on me, always beating me and demanding obscene requests of me for her leisure. Sometimes, Princess Yifei would torture me or humiliate me for occasion. I just endured it, hoping to survive and maybe one day see my brothers again. I had small hope, that if I lived with her, I might be able to come here and see my brothers again. And I lived. I survived through her torments for seven years. I just never found my brothers."
Luhan released Chen's wrists, easing himself on his hind legs still straddling over the singer. So, Chen also lived a harsh life. He never expected Princess Yifei to beat others. But after finding out that Chen was mindlessly beaten made him furious, but he wasn't mad at Chen like he was just a moment ago. His poor nightingale was looking for the only family that was taken from him. Luhan looked down at Chen. The way the other's tears seeped out tragically, made him realize the sad awful truth that his singer was not lying. But his heart was still left hanging.
He leaned over the other and looked in the singer's eyes. "Your time with me, did it mean anything to you?"
Chen's eyes were still beautiful when it was red and puffy. Luhan could feel his heart beating anxiously as he waited for the other to answer. He was still oddly and so wrongly drawn to the singer. No one has ever left such an impact on him than Chen.
"I, cannot be in love with you." The singer turned away in shame. "Prince Luhan should be with someone who will be able to bear him an heir. Not someone like me."
"You did not answer my question." Luhan nudged Chen's beautiful face right back at him. "Did you feel anything when you were with me," he asked a little faint heartedly.
"I," Chen started hoarsely, "I have never felt so happy and so appreciated with any other person who I've ever been with than with you my Prince. But my love is something so forbidden and sinful it's disgu-"
"So you love me," Luhan interrupted.
Chen sadly admitted with a nod as he didn't look Luhan in the eyes, and tried to explain otherwise, "my love is, not healthy, you should not go down the path I have fallen. Save yourself for someone much more worthy. You cannot love me."
Luhan was lighted with a thread of hope. He knew this was the wrongest thing in the entire universe, two young men, in love. But in his heart, it felt so right; because he loved Chen, and Chen also loved him no matter how much his little singer denied it.
"If you love me, then this shouldn't feel wrong," Luhan engulfed Chen's lips, driving his tongue in the other boy's mouth, tainting every corner and open space his tongue could reach.
Chen tried to push his owner away, but could not fight his depraving will either. He was very much drawn to the Prince as the Prince was drawn to him. He knew he was going to hell now, but if he was, then it wouldn’t matter if he listened to his own heart, would it?
When Luhan felt Chen slowly consenting to him, he pulled their deep kiss apart. He looked down at the person before him. Luhan still could not believe Chen was, a boy. The singer's long hair was too feminine; his body frame was much more feminine than other women. Everything, the way the singer spoke or did things were all what defined a woman. Luhan was not convinced yet, he needed solid proof.
"Chen," Luhan spoke with so much care.
The singer perked up and stared towards the Prince, waiting for the other to continue.
Luhan smiled sadly, "I want to bring you with me, but I can't. I will probably be gone for at least a month. But I will try to come back as soon as possible, for you, for us."
Chen felt his face flush a peculiar warmth across his cheeks. Luhan smiled at the beautiful display and brushed the small strands of hair away from Chen's alluring brown eyes. He then unclipped the hairpin from Chen's soft hair, throwing it aside of the bed.
"I want to take a piece of you with me. I want to engrave your beautiful voice in my mind and mark you as you leave your mark on me. I want to remember you like you are right next to me on my days and nights without you physically at my side. I want to let you know that our crazy love is perfectly fine, because I can feel deep inside that we belong with each other."
Chen felt his heart jump out of his chest when Luhan's warm palm brushed at his shoulder and traveled underneath his layers of robes. The eldest Prince's hand shyly crossed over to his chest, and then slowly ran right at the side of his ribs as he felt Luhan's fingers curled possessively over his soft flesh.
"Prince L-Luhan," the singer asked with a worry tone. He was scared of what was to come, but succumbed to his owner's breathtaking caresses.
Luhan undid the belt of Chen's outer robe with his free hand and opened it with gentleness. He watched as the other grew nervous, anxious, and scared. He intensely gazed into his singer's eyes as he started opening layer upon layers of the singer's robes. As Luhan undid the last layer, his breath hitched up when he gently placed his hand right over Chen's bare chest. His little singer did not have breasts; all he wore was a stuffed padding to great that small illusion.
Not all women had breasts, the eldest Prince thought. But his mind was racing with doubt. He immediately wrapped one hand at the white belt to Chen's pants. There was only one thing that could really tell a boy from a girl. His mind was spinning so fast his own body was building its own adrenaline rush that he started unintentionally tearing the singer's long belt of cloth apart. He didn't know why he reacted the way he did, but his curiosity, confusion, and anxiousness got to him. Chen frantically tried to stop Luhan's hands from roughly ripping at the only piece of clothing that kept him veiled from the eyes of the world in knowing his true identity.
"Uhh! My Lord! Please! Stop! You're scaring me!" Chen cried out pitifully.
But Luhan didn't stop. He kept picking at the belt, kept pulling and loosening the garment. He didn't stop until he saw the solid proof that clearly stated, Chen was definitely a boy.
The small singer wept from the panic and the hurtful shame. He closed his eyes as he turned away and tried to cover himself up, but Luhan would just pull the many layers of robes back open, exposing him for the world to see.
The Prince leaned down, shifting Chen's body towards him and pressed his dampening forehead against the singer's. "I'm sorry," he whispered against the other boy's lips, "I just, wanted to see the truth. But this does not change the way I feel about you."
It definitely did not change the way Luhan felt about his little singer. He's been through too much to lose someone as special as Chen. The singer was practically his life source now. He would never throw something that precious away. Luhan sealed his lips over the other boy's swelling ones, muffling his little singer's cries. He stroked Chen's tongue and gently sucked the muscle into his mouth, drawing out a strangled moan from the disheveled boy's throat. As the Prince was exchanging and mingling the building fluids in their mouths, one of his hands marveled over the softness of Chen's tummy and waist.
The way Chen felt under his hand was so stimulating, he felt himself growing furiously hungry for the other boy's touch. The ache between his legs left his abdomen burning on the inside. Luhan wanted to feel Chen around his length. He wanted to taint the insides of his little singer with the heat he was developing.
Luhan has never performed his nightly activities with a boy before, but he certainly knew the anatomy that would work the same way of a woman's entrance for a male's cock. It may be different, but it was the only opening. He trailed his adventurous fingers down between Chen's legs and clasped his hand over the boy's harden rod, giving fast multiple rhythmic pumps, trying to draw out the boy's fluid.
"Uhh! Uhh!" Chen moaned ridiculously loud as he broke away from the sensual kiss. "P-please! Huuuhh! Lu-han! Don't ah hff!"
As Luhan felt a small amount of dewy fluid from Chen's length, he looked down between their bodies and was completely mesmerized at the singer's flushed skin. It was a lovely shade of pink.
"You are so beautiful Chen." The eldest Prince gently dug into the folds of the boy's hard end, scooping out the fluid with the tips of his middle and ring fingers.
Chen on the other hand was trembling restlessly, teary and very uncertain, because he knew what was happening between him and the Prince was immoral. But the way Prince Luhan made his body shiver so pleasurably, or the way the Prince drew out those pitchy sounds out of his lips, felt so oddly right.
"Ugh!" The singer grunted out from a sharp pain that jolted him at his lower back. He reached for Luhan's hands, desperately trying to stop the eldest Prince from intruding his fingers in a certain area he thought the other would never pry into.
Luhan was a little surprised how tight the inside of Chen was. He was only testing his theory of the male’s only opening that he thought would work the same as a woman's. Apparently, it was very different, but he still wanted to finish and satiate his desires. Luhan could feel his singer's lithe fingers trembling over his working hand, breathing in and out in a harsh tiring gesture.
"I really do love you Chen," Luhan planted a wet kiss upon the singer's cheek. "Trust me, I love you so much I only want you like this, no one else."
Chen's watery eyes stared at the Prince for a good couple of seconds, and figured maybe the other really was in love with him. It was odd, because he felt the same for the other. Luhan has been nice to him, one of the many people who have actually treated him with a new kind of gentleness, besides from his loving brothers in his past and his recently new friend, Sehun. He was just scared. He's never made love with anyone before, especially with a boy. To make things even more controversial, he didn't think he would do something like this with one of the Prince's who practically ruled half of the world. Chen breathed in and out hesitantly; he blinked his eyes as he tried to think as calmly as possible.
"Okay. I, I trust you," the singer whispered to Luhan.
The Prince kissed the other boy's red lips in a surprising force. Chen was left whimpering in between every time Luhan broke away and locked his lips back with Chen's. He kept fighting for the singer's tongue and drawing it in his hungry mouth, trying to taste his singer's sweet (saliva). At the same time, he managed to get in between Chen's dangly legs, letting one hang at the bend of his arm, while he let the boy's other leg hang over his shoulder that was attached to his busy hand.
Chen grunted in pain again as he felt the tips of the Prince's fingers trying to poke inside of him; his back arched in to accustom the stinging sensation. Luhan started desperately rubbing himself against Chen's lower region, trying to build friction among their aching erection He kept going at it as he became hypnotized by the singer's melodious moans, only then, slowing down when he felt his thin sleeping garments begin to dampen.
Luhan looked down between their bodies and saw the thick white creamy fluid stained on his pants. It was Chen's bodily fluid. The musky essence was painted over his singer's stomach. The prince pulled his drying fingers out from the rim of Chen's tight opening and quickly pulled off his belt, loosening his pants, and his shirt hung open. He kicked his pants off and managed to wiggle out of his shirt with Chen still positioned so openly underneath him.
Luhan picked one of the singer's arms and wrapped it over his neck. He looked at the boy's hooded moisten eyes, and leaned down as he lay cheek to cheek with the other. The Prince knew Chen was in pain. It hurt him a little that he was causing his singer that pain, but he only hoped what he was going to do will turn out to be a pleasing relief for the other.
Luhan closes his eyes as he coats his right hand in Chen's creamy essence. His fingers play with the thick warm fluid, which slowly brought a smirk across his lips as he slid his wet hand lower and lower. Once Luhan rims his coated fingers at Chen's tight opening, the other boy breathed out a sigh into Luhan's ear. It only drove the Prince to poke his middle and ring finger inside of the singer with more urgency than gentleness.
Chen clasps his arm tightly over his owner's neck, hissing from the intrusion upon him. He couldn't help tensing against the sharp sting.
"Relax my sweet, relax," Luhan breathes into Chen's ear and shoves his two fingers a little deeper.
Chen groans loudly. He tried to relax but Luhan's fingers only caused him more pain. He tried breathing in and out, hoping that would relax his body from tensing. Surprisingly, Luhan slipped his fingers and was deeply settled inside of Chen. He curled his fingers and rubbed against his singer's tight surrounding walls.
At first, Chen was grunting from the sharp stinging pain, but suddenly, his hips bucked up into Luhan's fingers when he felt the Prince roughly rub against a certain area. "Uhff! L-Luhan! Huff!"
The Prince could feel Chen's arm around his neck grasp tighter and openly relax into his intrusions. He felt a small nub against the tips of his fingers and rubbed at it. Chen let out breathless cries of pleasure and mechanically kept jutting his hips. Luhan had found the little treasure that he was unintentionally searching for. He slipped another finger inside and abused that little nub that was bubbling inside of his little singer.
"Ah! Please! L-Luhan ah!" Chen felt the center of his body warming up. "Ah!"
The singer felt himself falling into a hot tingling pool of sensations he's never felt before. It felt so amazing his eyes started leaking. He was also afraid as well, because good things only lasted so long.
Luhan pulled his face away and was blushing at his work, Chen sighing and moaning with sweat gleaming off his skin was a lovely sight. The Prince pulled out his fingers and started pumping his stiff length. He played himself long enough that his tip was forming the clear fluid that would help him ease inside of Chen.
"Relax my love, relax," Luhan chanted sultrily as he nudged the end of his cock inside Chen's opening.
The singer lolled his head back, exposing his neck towards Luhan's mouth when he felt the Prince plunge deeper inside of him. It was still painful, but also very pleasuring that sent chills deep in his marrow. As he felt Luhan pull in and out, trying to sit himself fully inside, Chen couldn't help himself from crying out. It was different from Luhan's fingers, because his owner's length was hot and pulsating; it felt good.
"Luhan ah!"
"Yes, my sweet," the Prince moaned as his hips worked faster. "Say my name."
Luhan and Chen's voices mingled over one another. Luhan kept working his name out of Chen's red lips, while he sighed wondrously. He felt himself getting close. Luhan started thrusting harder and faster, hitting Chen's sensitive nub that blew the singer's mind, sending shocks of intense pleasure through his body. Luhan panted out breathlessly when he felt Chen's walls tightening around him as he felt the boy's hot semen spill between their bodies. It felt like Chen was sucking his cock dry. Luhan has never felt this before, and he fucking loved it.
Luhan pumped in and out of Chen a couple more times and finally felt himself peak over the ledge, shooting a massive amount of his thick creamy essence inside of his little singer. He gently eased the singer’s legs at his sides and slowly rode in and out of Chen's hole, prolonging the blissful sensation between their bodies as they both softly whimpered and moaned in unison. Chen's body twitched in sync with Luhan's slow thrusts, bringing about a smile upon the Prince's lovely lips.
Chen was so tired and so worn out from the overwhelming pleasure; his eyes were drooping into unconsciousness. Luhan felt his little singer's arm fall from his neck and body going limp. He smiled teasingly and shoved himself roughly inside of Chen, making the other boy yelp out a cute high pitchy moan of surprise.
"Lu-han, please, no more," the beautiful sweaty singer begged hoarsely.
The eldest Prince gave a small laugh and slowly pulled himself out of Chen's puckering entrance, leaving the singer shivering in response. Luhan watched amusedly at the way Chen had his lids closed, and listened to the singer breathing from his red slightly parted lips.
"You're so beautiful, just perfect," Luhan whispered and placed a chaste kiss upon Chen's lips, then kissing the boy's wet lashes.
The singer tiredly opened his eyes and looked up to the Prince. "I try to be perfect for you my Lord."
"You are too perfect. I'm scared someone might take you, hurt you, or do things to you while I'm not here." Luhan propped himself up with one arm as his other hand combed back Chen's dampen bangs.
Chen placed one hand upon the Prince's left cheek, giving off an assuring smile as he stated, "do not worry, I have Sehun to protect me. Besides, everyone knows I belong to you. No one would do anything behind the future king's back."
Luhan leaned down and kissed the singer, deepening their kiss into a desperate combat of their mouths. The Prince stopped working his lips upon the tired boy an pressed his forehead against the other's. "I love you Chen, Jongdae, I love you."
"I love you too my Prince, I love you too," Chen whispered over Luhan's lips as he shut his damp eyes.
The Prince laid beside his little singer, tugging the other closer to him. He pulled his silky satin blankest over their waists. Chen wrapped his arm over Luhan and rested his head right at the eldest Prince's chest. Luhan tugged Chen closer, making the boy's head rest on his chest instead. The singer smiled at the lively heartbeat thumping against his ear; it was a calming sound indeed.
Luhan slid his arm that was resting by the singer, under the boy's neck. He gently smiled to himself as he realized Chen still had his many layers of robes on. He looked off to the paper lantern, then up to the ceiling. Luhan was happy, so happy right now, but there was something odd that kept his heart worrying over his little singer. He was still very scared something might happen to Chen while he's gone.
Chen stirred against his chest; the singer had fallen asleep. Luhan sighed and closed his eyes as well. He needed to sleep; he was going to leave early for his journey. Maybe he was just over thinking about things. Chen was right; everyone knew the singer belonged to him. And Sehun would protect his little singer. He trusted the other boy.
Luhan could still envision himself and Chen's love making behind his closed lids. It was an erotically beautiful picture. Not so long after, the eldest Prince fell into a sweet slumber with his singer beside him, sleeping in the knowledge that they've bonded perfectly with each other, and that they would only belong with each other.
~
Yifan pulled himself away from the long heavy silk curtain and snuck back out through the open doors then down the hall by Luhan’s room. He walked himself as steady as he could through the dark hall and down countless flights of stairs. Everything that he had just heard and witnessed flushed his mind without any words to express. But his chest was filled with so much hate, so much disgust, and endless strings of agony.
His little singer, his precious beautiful being, was a boy. Yifan paced himself to get the hell away from Luhan’s premises of the palace. He started running as he reached outside. Running away from the damn reality of his messed up life. When he reached his corridors, he immediately rummaged through the halls and into his room. Yifan was huffing and trying to catch his breath as he stood a foot away from his bed.
“Luhan is crazy, Yifan thought out loud, “he’s crazy.”
How could a man, sleep with a man?
Yifan shoved his hand in his hair and pulled through the tangles. He couldn’t believe his older brother was stupid enough to sleep with a man. Yifan roughly tore open his robes and shook it off, throwing it mercilessly on his bed. The fire that kept burning in his chest just ignited furiously as he ripped the belt at his waist. He started striking his bed with his belt, beating the sheets as if he intended to kill the inanimate object.
As Yifan kept at the beating, his chest started thumping from an aching pressure, his throat felt like it was swelling. He threw his belt aside when he felt an unwelcoming wetness caress down his cheeks and falling off his chin. Yifan fell to the floor as he pressed his back against the bed frame, knocking the back of his head on the hard smooth wood.
“Stupid. So stupid. So damn stupid!”
The second Prince started yelling from the unsettling frustration. He started crying after his throat tightened after his breathing turned into hiccups. Yifan didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why he was crying like worthless child? He’s a grown man. Men don’t cry. They especially don’t cry over their brother sleeping with another man. Yifan smacked the back of his head into the bed frame one more time.
The impact almost knocked him senseless. But he was still crying. Yifan was confused to why he was aching in agony and not celebrating that he was not stupid like his older brother? The dirty images, the load shameless sounds that came out of the singer’s mouth, his demented brother’s mouth, the sickening noise of the slick skin and wet lips rubbing against each other, it was all so absurdly disheartening. It all should be disgusting!
Yifan wanted to feel ill through everything that has just happened, but he didn’t. He was in a mad endless fire of anger, of pain.
He snuck out to spy on Chen to calm and sate his stupid urges. But instead, he finds himself secretly watching his one obsession get fucked by brother. Yifan shook his head restlessly as he slumps to the cold floor.
“Stupid. Stupid Yifan,” the second Prince whispered hoarsely, “Stupid Yifan.”
A/N: Oh goodness, what is this?! I swear, I cannot write yaoi smut even if my life depended on it. I try to write it, then it starts out okay, then it just goes down the drain as it progresses. Aish! Dx I feel like this was just blah. This was supposed to be for the wonderful contest that SadisticSinner is hosting: Yaoi World --A Graphic and Writing Contest--
But I’m not submitting this, hehe. There are other wonderful entries already. This here is just nasty mushy goo.
I’m so sorry about the length of this chapter. I told you it was too much, but I felt it was necessary and essential for the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed this though. ^^ Comments are appreciated.