HHYL FanFic - Ch. 2.1
Warning: May contain reference to man-on-man action, dubious or non-consent, violence
Get ready for some juicy sexy times... so, stop reading if you have a problem with man-on-man action (but I guess then you wouldn`t read a hhyl fanfic anyway ;-))
Since this turned out as a very long chapter, I divided it into 2 parts
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Still shaken by the somewhat disturbing encounter with that strange ambassador, Lu Cang headed straight towards Jing`s quarters. Normally, he`d make detours and take ridiculous measures just to make sure no one saw him enter, but tonight he didn`t care for gossiping maids and eunuchs. All he wanted right now was hide somewhere and, feeling embarrassed even admitting it to himself, he longed for being embraced by Jing. At this very moment, he needed Jing`s warmth and the unique, soothing scent his lover emitted to calm his turbulent mind. Sighing, Lu Cang finally arrived in the comfortably furnished royal bedchamber. Half hoping, half fearing Jing could have arrived before him, his already bad mood worsened when he found the chamber empty. No Jing to tease him, no-one to agitate him and thereby distracting his thoughts from the strange feelings tearing at his heart strings.
Lu Cang knew he wasn`t by far as strong and fierce as he wanted to appear from the outside. But he had never been one controlled by his feelings either. Hell, even after all these years with Jing, he had never openly confessed his true feelings to his lover. It had been so hard for Lu Cang to admit that he felt jealous whenever Jing visited his concubines, because he was no woman, even if he allowed another male to top him. He hadn`t cried and hadn`t felt true fear in many years, since he had never been afraid of dying. But right now, he wanted so desperately to cry. He couldn`t really say why, he only knew that he had never before felt as miserable as he felt at this very moment.
Wine. He definitely needed more wine! Sticking his head out of the door to the royal quarters, Lu Cang almost gave Xiao Gui Zi a heart attack when he called out to him. Lu Cang had never done such a thing, and Xiao Gui Zi struggled to keep the confused look from his face when he delivered the ordered wine into the royal quarters. Jing`s trustful servant secretly glanzed at Lu Cang, for a moment fearing a double could have taken the place of the marquis. But it was the same extraordinarily handsome face he was used to see, maybe with a hint of worry clouding the normally emotionless features, adding to Xiao Gui Zi`s bewilderment. Maybe he should hint at Lord Lu`s unusual behaviour when helping the emperor undress later, he thought.
Inside Jing`s bedchamber, Lu Cang downed two big cups of the sweet, strong licquor Xiao Gui Zi had handed over to him as if it was water, feeling more than just a little bit light-headed afterwards. It was likely that he would regret drinking this much in the morning, but right now the warm feeling created by the wine and emitting from his stomach, rising up to his head and making him dizzy, was more than welcome. Lu Cang wanted desperately to forget, without knowing what exactly he wanted to forget. After downing a third cup in one gulp, he barely managed to take off his shoes, and fell backwards onto the comfortable bed. Deeply inhaling the residue of Jing`s soothing scent on the sheets that had witnessed their intense love making just a few hours ago, he slowly drifted into the land of dreams.
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„Stupid Xiao Cang! To fall asleep instead of obidiently wait for me!“ With a swift move, Jing rid himself from his outer garments, meanwhile staring intently at the sleeping figure laying in his extravagant embroidered bed. A cunning smile appeared on the emperor`s face and he almost started to giggle. „Ah, my dear Xiao Cang, how kind of you to give me another reason to punish you thoroughly!“ First, his lover had allowed himself to be touched by another man, that troublesome Zhang Zi Dong, - Jing didn`t care to take into account the reason for that „touch“, and that Lu Cang definitly hadn`t enjoyed said incidence -, and now this feisty, yet adorable ex-bandit king dared to fall asleep, knowing very well what Jing had in mind by ordering him into his quarters.
As soundless as a shadow, Jing moved closer to the bed, until a sudden cry rooted him on the spot. The one uttering the cry was his Xiao Cang, ususally a heavy sleeper who didn`t move around or talk in his sleep. But right now, the young man had not only cried out, he also started to mumble, in a language he had never used before. Surprising Jing to no end. „Xin Mẹ đừng bỏ con!“[1], and with deep pain in his voice: „Mẹ ơi!“[2] Frowning, the emperor took a closer look and almost gasped in shock: Lu Cang was crying! There were definitly tears slowly running out of his closed eyes, down his temples, and disappearing in his smooth, black hair!
To see Lu Cang weep was not a first for Jing. On the contrary, tears had been a constant companion of their relationship`s first months. Whenever Jing had forcefully bedded Lu Cang, the on the outside fierce and strong bandit had been reduced into tears, revealing the younger man`s soft and sensible core. Back then, the emperor had found the sight of a crying Lu Cang rather enticing, fueling the fire of his sexual desire and hightening his beastly will to conquer. After coming clean more than five years ago by admitting his true feelings at a mountain stream near Hangzhou, Jing still enjoyed agitating Lu Cang. He still liked to make him cry from time to time -, not from pain anymore, but out of humiliation and frustration -, for the little ex-bandit king just looked too adorable in that state to resist.
Yet, right now, Jing experienced none of the usual pleasure he derived from lovingly tormenting his Xiao Cang. Instead, strange feelings were welling up inside of him, feelings barely familiar up to this point: True compassion, pity, and, most of all, a strong urge to comfort the other person. Blame that damn, adorable, stupid, unresistable ex-mountain bandit for weakening him!
A little helpless, Jing carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly stretching out his forefinger. One single teardrop was rolling down Lu Cang`s face, and Jing gently followed it`s trace with his finger, tenderly caressing Lu Cang`s cheek on the way. The caressed stopped mumbling in his sleep, overall looking much more peaceful instantly. Encouraged, Jing continued to caress his lover`s face until he reached his plump, slightly parted lips. Resisting the urge to give Lu Cang a surprising wake-up call by inserting the - merely by thinking about it - already hot and stiff flesh between the emperor`s thighs, Jing instead retraced the contours of Lu Cang`s lips with his finger, feeling the warm air from Lu Cang`s breath caressing his own skin. Smirking, Jing made a mental note that too many months had passed since he last received an oral from his lover, something he intended to change in the nearest possible future.
When Lu Cang unconsciously licked his lips and thereby stroke Jing`s finger, the emperor was unable to resist any longer. Like a hungry tiger, he pounced on his unguarded prey, pressing his lips on Lu Cang`s and inserting his tongue wildly into his lover`s sweet and warm oral cavity.
„Hnnng“ - With a startled cry, that was suppressed by Jing`s mouth, Lu Cang was torn out of a nightmare-plagued sleep. A last thread of fear from the now unclear dreams still lingering in his subconsciousness, he desperately tried to struggle as if his live depended upon it. He felt something heavy pressing down on his body, and shreds of deeply buried memories started to emerge. A faint, metallic smell filled Lu Cang`s nose, and he expected to feel a warm liquid to pour out of the object on top of him any second. Panicking, he opened his eyes, just to meet directly with a set of autumn lake like eyes, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.
Reality started to sink in. The imaginary smell of blood changed into the familiar odor uniquely Jing`s, and the supressive object turned out to be the warm body of his lover. Lu Cang relaxed unconsciously. Jing was no threat - except for the well-being of his back and expecially his rear end. Coming to his senses, he started to struggle again, but as usual he was unable to free himself from Jing`s grib. Inwardly sighing, he finally gave in and allowed Jing`s tongue to toy around inside his mouth as it pleased.
When the lack of oxygen forced Jing to end the kiss, Lu Cang took advantage and threw his head to the side. „Don`t want… I`m tired and really don`t feel like doing it.“
Jing stared intently into his lover`s big eyes, still slightly red from crying. Then he grinned. „But Xiao Cang, look at you! You missed me so much, you even shed tears in your sleep!“
„Rubbish! We just saw each other a few minutes ago, and my body still hurts from your beastly demands this afternoon! Missed you, like hell!“ As usual, Jing had managed to anger his beloved, thereby distracting him from his nightmares.
„Well, it seems like there is still energy left to curse. Then you should be able to once again cope with my beastly desires…“ Not waiting for a reply, Jing again crashed his lips onto Lu Cang`s, while his hands started to sneak into his lover`s collar. Pulling the hindering clothes aside, his left hand`s fingers slid down the firm chest until they reached one of the little protrusions, where they lingered for awhile. Gentle like a soft summer breeze, Jing`s fingertips circled around the sensitive spot on top of Lu Chang`s chest, who awarded the emperor with a sweet moan. Encouraged, Jing intensified his efforts, at the same time reminding himself not to forget to be extra tender with his Xiao Cang.
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[1] Thanks an Anonymous user, this was corrected after google translate was not really efficient. Translated, the sentence means: "Mother, don`t abandon me/leave me alone."
[2] Mẹ = Mother. Guess you get a hint where this is going.... ;-)
Part 2 of chapter 2 follows right away. If you want to read the rest of the fanfic, please log in or register in livejournal (it's free) and send a friend request
Get ready for some juicy sexy times... so, stop reading if you have a problem with man-on-man action (but I guess then you wouldn`t read a hhyl fanfic anyway ;-))
Since this turned out as a very long chapter, I divided it into 2 parts
-----------
Still shaken by the somewhat disturbing encounter with that strange ambassador, Lu Cang headed straight towards Jing`s quarters. Normally, he`d make detours and take ridiculous measures just to make sure no one saw him enter, but tonight he didn`t care for gossiping maids and eunuchs. All he wanted right now was hide somewhere and, feeling embarrassed even admitting it to himself, he longed for being embraced by Jing. At this very moment, he needed Jing`s warmth and the unique, soothing scent his lover emitted to calm his turbulent mind. Sighing, Lu Cang finally arrived in the comfortably furnished royal bedchamber. Half hoping, half fearing Jing could have arrived before him, his already bad mood worsened when he found the chamber empty. No Jing to tease him, no-one to agitate him and thereby distracting his thoughts from the strange feelings tearing at his heart strings.
Lu Cang knew he wasn`t by far as strong and fierce as he wanted to appear from the outside. But he had never been one controlled by his feelings either. Hell, even after all these years with Jing, he had never openly confessed his true feelings to his lover. It had been so hard for Lu Cang to admit that he felt jealous whenever Jing visited his concubines, because he was no woman, even if he allowed another male to top him. He hadn`t cried and hadn`t felt true fear in many years, since he had never been afraid of dying. But right now, he wanted so desperately to cry. He couldn`t really say why, he only knew that he had never before felt as miserable as he felt at this very moment.
Wine. He definitely needed more wine! Sticking his head out of the door to the royal quarters, Lu Cang almost gave Xiao Gui Zi a heart attack when he called out to him. Lu Cang had never done such a thing, and Xiao Gui Zi struggled to keep the confused look from his face when he delivered the ordered wine into the royal quarters. Jing`s trustful servant secretly glanzed at Lu Cang, for a moment fearing a double could have taken the place of the marquis. But it was the same extraordinarily handsome face he was used to see, maybe with a hint of worry clouding the normally emotionless features, adding to Xiao Gui Zi`s bewilderment. Maybe he should hint at Lord Lu`s unusual behaviour when helping the emperor undress later, he thought.
Inside Jing`s bedchamber, Lu Cang downed two big cups of the sweet, strong licquor Xiao Gui Zi had handed over to him as if it was water, feeling more than just a little bit light-headed afterwards. It was likely that he would regret drinking this much in the morning, but right now the warm feeling created by the wine and emitting from his stomach, rising up to his head and making him dizzy, was more than welcome. Lu Cang wanted desperately to forget, without knowing what exactly he wanted to forget. After downing a third cup in one gulp, he barely managed to take off his shoes, and fell backwards onto the comfortable bed. Deeply inhaling the residue of Jing`s soothing scent on the sheets that had witnessed their intense love making just a few hours ago, he slowly drifted into the land of dreams.
____________________________________________
„Stupid Xiao Cang! To fall asleep instead of obidiently wait for me!“ With a swift move, Jing rid himself from his outer garments, meanwhile staring intently at the sleeping figure laying in his extravagant embroidered bed. A cunning smile appeared on the emperor`s face and he almost started to giggle. „Ah, my dear Xiao Cang, how kind of you to give me another reason to punish you thoroughly!“ First, his lover had allowed himself to be touched by another man, that troublesome Zhang Zi Dong, - Jing didn`t care to take into account the reason for that „touch“, and that Lu Cang definitly hadn`t enjoyed said incidence -, and now this feisty, yet adorable ex-bandit king dared to fall asleep, knowing very well what Jing had in mind by ordering him into his quarters.
As soundless as a shadow, Jing moved closer to the bed, until a sudden cry rooted him on the spot. The one uttering the cry was his Xiao Cang, ususally a heavy sleeper who didn`t move around or talk in his sleep. But right now, the young man had not only cried out, he also started to mumble, in a language he had never used before. Surprising Jing to no end. „Xin Mẹ đừng bỏ con!“[1], and with deep pain in his voice: „Mẹ ơi!“[2] Frowning, the emperor took a closer look and almost gasped in shock: Lu Cang was crying! There were definitly tears slowly running out of his closed eyes, down his temples, and disappearing in his smooth, black hair!
To see Lu Cang weep was not a first for Jing. On the contrary, tears had been a constant companion of their relationship`s first months. Whenever Jing had forcefully bedded Lu Cang, the on the outside fierce and strong bandit had been reduced into tears, revealing the younger man`s soft and sensible core. Back then, the emperor had found the sight of a crying Lu Cang rather enticing, fueling the fire of his sexual desire and hightening his beastly will to conquer. After coming clean more than five years ago by admitting his true feelings at a mountain stream near Hangzhou, Jing still enjoyed agitating Lu Cang. He still liked to make him cry from time to time -, not from pain anymore, but out of humiliation and frustration -, for the little ex-bandit king just looked too adorable in that state to resist.
Yet, right now, Jing experienced none of the usual pleasure he derived from lovingly tormenting his Xiao Cang. Instead, strange feelings were welling up inside of him, feelings barely familiar up to this point: True compassion, pity, and, most of all, a strong urge to comfort the other person. Blame that damn, adorable, stupid, unresistable ex-mountain bandit for weakening him!
A little helpless, Jing carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly stretching out his forefinger. One single teardrop was rolling down Lu Cang`s face, and Jing gently followed it`s trace with his finger, tenderly caressing Lu Cang`s cheek on the way. The caressed stopped mumbling in his sleep, overall looking much more peaceful instantly. Encouraged, Jing continued to caress his lover`s face until he reached his plump, slightly parted lips. Resisting the urge to give Lu Cang a surprising wake-up call by inserting the - merely by thinking about it - already hot and stiff flesh between the emperor`s thighs, Jing instead retraced the contours of Lu Cang`s lips with his finger, feeling the warm air from Lu Cang`s breath caressing his own skin. Smirking, Jing made a mental note that too many months had passed since he last received an oral from his lover, something he intended to change in the nearest possible future.
When Lu Cang unconsciously licked his lips and thereby stroke Jing`s finger, the emperor was unable to resist any longer. Like a hungry tiger, he pounced on his unguarded prey, pressing his lips on Lu Cang`s and inserting his tongue wildly into his lover`s sweet and warm oral cavity.
„Hnnng“ - With a startled cry, that was suppressed by Jing`s mouth, Lu Cang was torn out of a nightmare-plagued sleep. A last thread of fear from the now unclear dreams still lingering in his subconsciousness, he desperately tried to struggle as if his live depended upon it. He felt something heavy pressing down on his body, and shreds of deeply buried memories started to emerge. A faint, metallic smell filled Lu Cang`s nose, and he expected to feel a warm liquid to pour out of the object on top of him any second. Panicking, he opened his eyes, just to meet directly with a set of autumn lake like eyes, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen.
Reality started to sink in. The imaginary smell of blood changed into the familiar odor uniquely Jing`s, and the supressive object turned out to be the warm body of his lover. Lu Cang relaxed unconsciously. Jing was no threat - except for the well-being of his back and expecially his rear end. Coming to his senses, he started to struggle again, but as usual he was unable to free himself from Jing`s grib. Inwardly sighing, he finally gave in and allowed Jing`s tongue to toy around inside his mouth as it pleased.
When the lack of oxygen forced Jing to end the kiss, Lu Cang took advantage and threw his head to the side. „Don`t want… I`m tired and really don`t feel like doing it.“
Jing stared intently into his lover`s big eyes, still slightly red from crying. Then he grinned. „But Xiao Cang, look at you! You missed me so much, you even shed tears in your sleep!“
„Rubbish! We just saw each other a few minutes ago, and my body still hurts from your beastly demands this afternoon! Missed you, like hell!“ As usual, Jing had managed to anger his beloved, thereby distracting him from his nightmares.
„Well, it seems like there is still energy left to curse. Then you should be able to once again cope with my beastly desires…“ Not waiting for a reply, Jing again crashed his lips onto Lu Cang`s, while his hands started to sneak into his lover`s collar. Pulling the hindering clothes aside, his left hand`s fingers slid down the firm chest until they reached one of the little protrusions, where they lingered for awhile. Gentle like a soft summer breeze, Jing`s fingertips circled around the sensitive spot on top of Lu Chang`s chest, who awarded the emperor with a sweet moan. Encouraged, Jing intensified his efforts, at the same time reminding himself not to forget to be extra tender with his Xiao Cang.
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[1] Thanks an Anonymous user, this was corrected after google translate was not really efficient. Translated, the sentence means: "Mother, don`t abandon me/leave me alone."
[2] Mẹ = Mother. Guess you get a hint where this is going.... ;-)
Part 2 of chapter 2 follows right away. If you want to read the rest of the fanfic, please log in or register in livejournal (it's free) and send a friend request