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“I’m sorry to intrude,” a soft, mellow voice said as the door to Jing Yuan’s hospital room opened. The person had both the decency to know, but not the patience to wait for an answer — perhaps it was because they knew the General was unlikely to do much more than groan, his displeasure warring with any semblance of etiquette he’d learned over centuries of bureaucracy.
At first, the General had categorically refused to be put here, raising quite a fuss amongst the worried nurses, yet after collapsing at his desk, he had relented. He had now spent a full night in the cramped room, about ready to burst and break out. Even for someone of his grandeur, the rooms were cramped and bland, a mix so boring it could make anyone go insane from it, maybe rendering them more willing to comply with the healers if only to escape this hellhole faster.
The visitor turned out not to be the General’s staff bringing him medicine or even a messenger bearing some well-meaning but useless recovery presents. The man who entered was tall, his features framed with black specs as a streak of white flashed through his brown hair. He was dressed in a grey coat, yet he did not use the cane that the General had seen him materialize out of thin air during their last encounter. He held himself with a reassuring confidence, an air of wisdom that made him seem reliable.
Welt Yang, a senior member of the Astral Express, offered him a small smile before taking a seat next to the bed. He moved the chair to be at a respectable distance away from the General, leaving him plenty of space.
At a bit of a loss, Jing Yuan simply nodded to him, voicing a few greetings of his own before falling back into silence. His injuries were throbbing a bit from the situation, his brain nearly exploding from all the reasons it could think of as to why Mr. Yang was visiting.
Was this about a reward? Normally, his office should’ve handled anything that concerned the benefits the trailblazers should get. After the whole ordeal, Jing Yuan had made it quite clear that he wouldn’t allow any lacklustre medal or speech. To him, that would sully the courage and bravery their allies showed in the heat of battle.
Or perhaps this was about Dan Feng… the general had little time to converse with his reincarnation. Maybe his intentions had been misinterpreted and Welt had come here to seek clarification. The thought was funny as long as Jing Yuan didn’t think of the implications of what the man thought about his own character.
Maybe, this was about…
“No, this is not about Dan Heng,” Welt suddenly said with a chuckle, looking at the General with soft eyes. “He can handle his own matters by himself. I should not interfere with something so personal.”
“…I see.” At the very least, the subject of Dan Feng wouldn’t be brought up. Almost immediately, Jing Yuan could feel the tension leave his body.
“You could call this visit a… checkup of sorts. I’m here to see how you’re faring, General,” Welt continued, eyeing the white bandages peaking from under the clothes the general was wearing with a critical eye. His hands were folded on his lap, clutching at each other as if he were slightly nervous.
Jing Yuan, faced with the very simple answer that the other man in front of him visited because he cared, gave a small laugh. While the visit felt slightly pointless — truly, this whole thing could’ve been dealt with by a text — and awkward, it was nice, knowing the Astral Express somewhat cared about him. Well, at the very least, one of their senior members did.
Having someone come here simply because they were worried felt a bit… different from what the general was used to. Citizens of the Luofou had of course wished him a speedy recovery, worried for their general with all their hearts. However, it never felt quite as close or familiar as back when his comrades patted him on the back after a long fight, giving him a hand as he leaned on his weapon, panting harshly, wounds aching. The bonds born of sweat and blood could never be outshone in his memories, even if said blood had dried and been washed away long ago.
Wishes of recovery were better when they weren’t expected of the person, Jing Yuan supposed. It felt a bit selfish, but it was how his heart operated, how it had remained despite centuries of hardening.
Perhaps the silence had been a little too long for his visitor, for Welt shifted nervously in his chair before clearing his throat nervously. His hands still fidgeted in his lap, eyes darting across the room as he desperately tried to conjure up what he had come here to say.
“Ah, also… I am here to offer some more… unconventional healing methods,” the man said, pushing up his glasses as he crossed his legs one above the other. He then offered a hand, letting some of his crimson energy spark into the room soundlessly.
The general had borne witness to the other’s abilities, peculiar as they were. While he knew the universe was vast and he in no way had seen everything it had to offer, controlling gravity and opening black holes, coming from someone who didn’t seem to be an emenator, was a new concept to him. It felt much too powerful for one simple and plain man — by his own words, which didn’t quite fit when a collapsing star was ravaging his enemies. If the man weren’t so central to the Astral Express, Jing Yuan wouldn’t have been surprised to see the man hunted down and killed by the IPC.
“I’m aware this sounds a bit… shady, for lack of a better term. If you do not wish to proceed, I will not push you.”
Do black holes heal injuries? Jing Yuan wasn’t too sure about that.
This force had moulded reality to what it wished to see and bent the laws of physics. It, however, had not healed any of them when the fight turned dire. The general was a little sceptic, glancing at the open palm with quite a bit of apprehension.
“I can heal the body as a part of my mimicry ability,” Welt explained further, willing to divulge more if it meant the General would trust him. “I saw the way you shielded us during the fight with Phantylia. I’d like to repay this favour if I can, now that my energy reserves are no longer dry.”
Perhaps the reasonable explanations, the lack of reasons to distrust the man or simply his nature itself made Jing Yuan’s hesitation melt. He’d usually be reluctant to try anything out of Bailu’s recommendation, fully trusting the small doctor and her miracles, yet he couldn’t help but be tempted by this shortcut. The sooner he got better, the faster he could get back to his duties before they piled up sky-high.
(His staff had been left to handle his work as he was on medical leave. While he did trust most of them, that didn’t mean he respected their work ethics. As far as he was aware, he’d have a lot on his plate when he came back to his office.)
Welt’s palm was warm and pulsating with a foreign energy. While that should’ve alarmed the General immediately, the source itself felt comfortable and freeing. The sparks of red crackled up his arm before going all over his body, closing internal and supernatural wounds as they went. The process was done in mere seconds, yet the relief was near instant.
“There we go,” Welt said, pulling back his hand and shoving it into his pocket. “This should do. Please tell me if you feel any discomfort.”
His glasses had caught the light in a very unnatural way, blocking any access to the man’s eyes. This caught Jing Yuan’s attention but he did not mention it. Instead, he flexed his arms before standing on his feet, walking around a bit to see if any pain persisted.
He felt as good as new.
“How amazing,” he remarked, looking down at the sitting man with a smile. “If you ever offered your services to the healers, I’m sure they’d take you in a heartbeat.”
“Sadly, that is not an offer I can take, as tempting as it is.”
Welt Yang rose to his feet as well, leaning a bit on his chair for support. His glasses had gone back to normal, showing two tired chocolate brown eyes.
“Would you mind accompanying me to my office?” Jing Yuan asked, opening the door to the small washing room adjacent to his own — a perk of being one of the heads of the Xianzhou, he supposed, though it felt a little small still. There, his usual articles of clothing waited, cleaned and ready for usage. “I can fill up a reward form there in a bit.”
“A reward is unnecessary! This is merely me paying back wh-”
“Let us promptly depart afterwards then!” Jing Yuan simply stated, cutting in before closing the door behind him. A small smile graced his lips as he saw the confused state of the man, calming any doubt he felt with the fact that Welt could simply leave if he didn’t feel comfortable.
Thankfully, as Jing Yuan exited the washroom with fresh clothes — fit for his status — on, Welt was still there.
The General took the lead as Mr. Yang hurried along behind his steps. The arguments — truly, I didn’t come here for a reward, you must believe me, my intentions were nowhere close to such a materialistic approach, please heed my words and let us go somewhere else if you wish, yes? — fell on deaf ears as the General exited the hospital, offering a smile to the dumbfounded receptionist. Before she or the doctors who were eyeing the duo with suspicious eyes could interrupt, the General exited the building with wide strides, eager to breathe in the fresh air.
In the corner of his eye, Jing Yuan noticed the man’s cane that had appeared out of nowhere. Welt was now leaning against it to walk, yet nothing indicated that he was in pain or needed help. Deciding that it was better to ignore the matter, the general simply led them both as far away as possible.
***
In the end, they did not go to the general’s office. Instead, Jing Yuan let his steps guide him to the Luofou’s biggest public gardens, though the general did make a point of picking a more isolated point.
While Welt was indeed leaning more heavily on his cane a few minutes ago, he seemed much healthier now. His face had returned to a normal colour and his eyes no longer showed that tiredness from before. He willingly followed the general at the same pace, looking around with curious eyes.
“Are the species present on the Luofou not familiar to you, Mr. Yang?” Jing Yuan asked after catching the other looking at a flower for a bit longer than normal.
“I know some of them, but the opportunity to observe from this close escaped me,” Welt answered, still looking at the delicate petals with persistent interest.
A few seconds later, the man took out a notebook and a pen from his vest, eager to sketch out what he was seeing. Perhaps inspiration had struck as he etched clean strokes onto a small white page. Jing Yuan simply let him be, passively observing the drawing as it took shape over Welt’s shoulder.
The strokes were precise and clean, leaving no room for mistakes. The hand movements were those of a used veteran, akin to a sword master going through motions that had been carved into memory. Finally, after one or two minutes of etching, a replica of the flower was now inked onto the page. While the picture lacked any colours, its natural beauty was instead replicated through various shades of black and grey.
“Very vivid and beautiful. I did not know you were such a skillful artist, Mr. Yang,” the General complimented, looking at the other straight in the eyes. Though he most certainly was talking about the drawing, it felt a bit as if his compliment was aimed at its artist as well.
“You flatter me,” Welt answered, looking away as a soft blush crept up his cheeks. The intentions hadn’t gone unnoticed by the observant man. “I’m sorry, I tend to get a little… absorbed once I start sketching. It was quite rude of me to make you wait like this.”
Brushing off the apology, Jing Yuan simply smiled and asked why Welt didn’t simply take a picture of the flower instead. The man gave a small smile, taking out his phone and snapping a picture before ripping the page out of his notebook. The little square came off easily in one straight line.
“You’re quite right. As an apology for my rudeness, would you accept this?” Welt proposed, offering the small paper to Jing Yuan. The blush from earlier hadn’t vanished yet, now rising to the man’s ears in what was quite an adorable display of uncontrolled emotions. The general accepted gratefully, carefully placing the fragile paper in one of the pockets of his clothes.
“I will cherish it.”
The duo continued like this for a bit, Welt sketching some more plants before gifting them all to Jing Yuan. The latter accepted each of them gratefully, feeling his own face heat up at the happy and almost tender gaze Welt was looking at him with as he handed him the small pieces of paper. Each sketch was made in minutes yet looked nearly identical to its subject. It was fascinating, seeing the scribbles of the beginning turning into the flora around them.
The duo could’ve gone on like this for hours, quite happy to let time flow all around them as they moved through it at their own pace. Here, free of any responsibility for now, it felt as if they could converse with sincerity and a cheerfulness that was at odds with how they first met. The two men found many matters to discuss as Welt continued to wander around, both of their minds old and wise in their own ways. In a short span of time, they found many similarities between their lives — both had been (or were, in Jing Yuan’s case) at the helm of an organization of some kind. Both had lived long lifespans for their respective species and had witnessed the demise of people they cherished before their very eyes. Both had been willing to die for their respective cause, albeit that point was quickly brushed over due to it clashing with the overall tone of the conversation.
While the two were engrossed in speech, they almost didn’t notice the shadows coiling around them, surrounding and waiting patiently.
Almost.
“Such fascinating history, though I would appreciate it much more if this conversation were as private as it was supposed to be,” Welt said with a serene look in his eyes, though the way his grasp on his cane tightened seemed to betray some sort of unease. When the man had made it appear once again was anyone’s guess.
“That can be swiftly and simply remedied,” the general answered, already itching to summon his weapon at his fingertips. The gardens were ill-suited for a fight involving his arsenal of abilities — flowers and delicate flora did not mix with electricity and blades. Jing Yuan could already imagine the mountain of paperwork such a mess would suddenly dump on his desk, all of it probably accusing him of ruining eons of research with scalding remarks about his recklessness.
(Although perhaps the fact that he’d been injured would save him from some of the scolding, if he was lucky and the biologists could salvage some of the flowers leftover, of course.)
“No need to destroy anything,” Welt said as if reading his mind. “It would be a shame to damage such a beautiful display of nature.”
As soon as the last word was pronounced, sparks of red and black energy surged forward. They cut and slithered through the air, weaving an elaborate maze rippling against reality. The would-be assailants let out very shameful yelps as they were suddenly thrown down from their hiding spots, the weight of their bodies suddenly multiplying tenfold.
Five individuals in nondescript clothing were now pinned to the ground, unable to move an inch. The path beneath them seemed to shift downward, cracks breaking through the neat tiling and grass. They seemed to be in pain, their eyes nearly bulging out of their head as if the air was being continuously knocked out of their lungs. The air rippled above them, gravity shifting as it poured its power down on their fragile bodies. The pressure was still slowly increasing, making it nearly unbearable and impossible to even beg anymore.
“Now, who might you be?” Welt asked, stepping over to lower himself near one of the assailants. A passive smile still rested upon his lips, similar yet so different from the one he’d shown mere moments ago as he was harmlessly sketching flowers. This one felt twisted, like a curtain trying to hide wrath behind sheer fabric. It was eerie, in a way.
It was beautifully intimidating.
“I’ll give you, mmh, about ten seconds to make up your mind and answer. Do nod if you’re ready to talk by then,” the trailblazer continued, leaning forward on one knee, cane in hand. “If you’re not, then I suppose we do have five of you here and plenty of time on our hands.”
The woman shook her head vehemently, hatred and pain clouding her expression. If she could, if gravity hadn’t crushed her throat close, if her mask wasn’t in the way of her mouth, she would’ve spat in that man’s face, sneering at the fake empathy he was exhibiting. She wasn’t one of the best for nothing — she’d been trained for this, to see beyond masks and peer at the real intentions hidden beneath. Beyond that plastic smile, she could see anger, a cold detachment and the gaze of someone who had killed before. Someone who wouldn’t hesitate.
If this is how she was to go, then so be it. She would rather die than bow her head to someone unwilling to wear their intentions on their sleeve, someone so fake.
“I see. So that’s how it’ll be.”
Gravity shifted, concentrating on her torso. It felt as if her bones themselves were wincing against the strain, not breaking but at the edge of it. It was strange, to feel them move out of alignment, to feel everything shift irreversibly.
“I’ll go see your colleagues, then. I’m sure you won’t mind.”
Stepping around the woman, Welt got back up to continue his routine, sending a glance at the general. His brown eyes, so vibrant and bright, had turned an ominous red. His pupil had vanished, leaving behind a gear-like pattern that glowed ominously. Seeing the intrigue written across Jing Yuan’s face, Welt quickly glanced away, going back to his self-given task. In the split second where their eyes fully met, the General swore he could see the usual brown sneak back into the other’s eyes, swiftly swept away once more.
Bending down, he repeated nearly the same words, giving a warning and a strict time limit before his mercy would run out.
A mix of intimidation, pain, stress and increased pressure as the timer audibly ticked down — it truly was devious, to count down out loud and purposely go slower and faster on every number — was enough to make the poor man break. As the pressure eased just a bit with the sound of ten, the poor sod began nodding frantically. Pressure partially released from his body at that, still grasping at his limbs and making them feel like lead.
It was promised mercy. It was a precaution. It was a warning.
“We’re listening,” Welt said with a more truthful smile, tone gentle and kind as he gestured vaguely to himself and Jing Yuan who had been content to stand back and take the scene in. The general simply nodded with a glare, willing to play the stoic officer if that was what Welt wanted him to be.
The would-be attacker confessed on the spot, looking directly at the ground as if deathly afraid that a mere glance would kill him on the spot. He spilled everything, from motives to employers to his and his colleagues' names. The others, who were still being crushed, had simply slumped as the tale was told, giving up on everything and willing to accept whatever mercy would come next.
“Well, it seems you’re being truthful. Thank you for your cooperation, that was very kind of you,” Welt said after the man was finished, getting up and waving his cane a little to finally ease the weight on the five assailants. A collective sigh was let out as they all sagged in relief, too worn out to even attempt to flee or attack.
Turning to Jing Yuan with what seemed to be a mix of relief, worry and guilt, Welt nodded once, as if to say “what now?”.
“…let’s wait for the knights here.”
***
The perpetrators were swiftly hauled away, boneless in the grasp of the poor knights who came to take them into custody. The continuous gravity that had been applied to their body hadn’t been kind and most of them seemed to have popped a few blood vessels in the process. While the knights didn’t ask any questions when they came, knowing better than to disrupt the General during what was supposedly rest time, Jing Yuan knew they’d expect a report at some point. They’d probably have to get Welt’s testimony as well, although helping subdue a clearly hostile party, being part of the crew that had helped avoid a massive catastrophe on the Xianzhou and having the trust of the general (?) would certainly shorten the process.
Welt was now standing around quite awkwardly, clutching his cane in the wrong direction as he fidgeted, not just with his hands, but with his whole body. He kept sending glances all around the garden, regret etched plainly on his face at the cracks he’d left in the once beautiful and neat landscape. His bottom lip was being thoroughly abused and he kept shifting between his right and left foot, as if trying to find some sort of balance. It was unusual to see the man like this — he’d been mostly calm and composed for the entire time Jing Yuan knew him, even when facing Phantylia (though his face had been marred with worry at that time). He seemed not to know what to say now, as if the two hadn’t spoken for hours right before this. His eyes, now back to the chocolate brown they’d always been, looked slightly out of focus, as if their owner was out of it for the time being.
“Is something the matter?” The general asked once the knights had fully left the premises. “You seem troubled.”
“Well…,” the man answered, looking away with a wistful, almost mournful look. “This is a side of me I would have rather not shown you. It is… unappealing at best, monstrous at worst.”
The words were almost whispered, carrying a world of hurt and a history that had yet to be disclosed. They hinted at something deeper, a hurt that ran through the man’s very existence, something that was always there, impossible to fully cure.
“Nonsense. For a General, anything else would fall short in terms of appeal and attractiveness,” Jing Yuan answered very bluntly and earnestly. Honesty was a quick remedy to self-doubt when dealing with people wiser than they should be, he had found. Being as blunt as possible would cut through the endless reasoning and back and forth.
The other man flushed almost instantly, a deep, very obvious crimson. He spluttered, eyes darting everywhere but towards Jing Yuan as he clutched his cane for dear life. It seemed as if the comment had short-circuited his brain, possibly more the “attractiveness” part of the statement.
Good. That had been the intended goal, after all. Jing Yuan wasn’t a general for nothing — his mind was strategic, even on matters of the heart.
To be honest, he had been slightly smitten ever since he’d first seen the other man. Welt naturally exuded charm, warmth, knowledge and a barely hidden ease with leadership. He was well versed in many matters, eager to help and a very pleasant interlocutor, be it on philosophical or more violent subjects. He was a beautiful match to Jing Yuan’s own wits — that, the general had found out very quickly.
Pursuing the man had seemed utterly unrealistic — he was a trailblazer, unrestrained as he navigated the universe. It had felt selfish to try and bind him here, to make him come back for Jing Yuan when an endless stream of possibilities was open to the Astral Express.
But, truly, Jing Yuan was a general. He was greedy, willing and eager to get the best outcome. He’d built his reputation upon that will, honed his skills to ensure he’d always reach it. It was, perhaps, folly to think he would abandon this particular pursuit for such secondary reasons. He wouldn’t bind Welt, no — he’d just occupy a small space in the other’s heart, if he was willing. Something to go back to if one wanted. Something to revisit.
“Would you like to come to my office? We can file our reports there.”
“I’d be honoured to, if you’d let me, though perhaps one of your guard should accompany us, not that I think you weak, but—“
A warm hand, sneaking around Welt’s waist and resting firmly on his hip, made the words simply slip out of his mind as he blushed an even deeper red, if that was even possible. At some point, he had started shaking slightly, his breath stuttering a little as he looked at the General’s eyes. Beneath the many layers of self-doubt, pain and fear, there lay an undeniable attraction, like a magnet and steel.
“Let us go, then.”
***
No reports came out of the general’s office that day.
None were expected right now, so nobody worried or went to remind him to do so. He was, after all, resting, still injured and ordered to rest. No staff on the Xianzhou had the intention to ruin that order.
Thankfully, they also didn’t come close to the general’s office, finding no purpose in going near. If they did, perhaps they’d be more willing to ignore the health-related leave the general had taken.
“Ah… general, please…!”
Jing Yuan’s fingers were now knuckle deep within the man’s hole, making very lewd squelching sounds as they moved. Welt himself was the main show, his lips slightly parted as small gasps exited them. He was furiously blushing, his eyes cloudy with lust as they darted all over the place.
Ah, to think this all started with a calm walk through the gardens…
Jing Yuan had cleared out his desk as soon as the duo arrived, practically slamming the man on it before shredding his pants. Things had gotten heated during their walk to his office — words had been exchanged hastily, uttered quietly by red lips and flustered eyes. Hands had gone places, sounds had been muffled by hands, promises had been made and then, well…
Welt had barely enough time to scramble for purchase on the wooden surface before he felt hands touching everywhere. He sputtered, hiding his face in his scarf as a particularly well-aimed stroke brushed his inner thigh. The hardwood dug into his back painfully, the irregular surface uncomfortable but minimal enough to ignore. The bruises resulting from this… activity would be tomorrow’s issue.
The General’s mouth also went to work, biting and licking at sensitive spots along Welt’s neck. The hot breath against his skin did not help with the hardness he felt growing in his underwear. It was embarrassing at best, mortifying at worst, how quickly the man melted into a panting mess. He could nearly feel his skin turning all kinds of shades of red from the abuse, teeth and lips sucking it so harshly it would surely leave a trail for days.
“I won’t lie and say this office is soundproof — it is not, for reasons of security. However, the entire vicinity is currently empty due to the late hour,” Jing Yuan stated, continuing his touch with a smirk on his face. Welt gave a small nod, letting a small moan slip by. While this was most likely meant to be reassuring, an affirmation that none would stumble upon the duo’s little affair, it also sounded a bit ominous.
‘I can do whatever I want with you.’
In reality, no, not really. If anything out of his boundaries were to happen, Welt could snap out of the general’s hold in the blink of an eye. If pushed comes to shove, he could simply crush the man-
“What are you thinking about, mmh? Eyes on me, Welt.”
And with those words, a single digit slid its way into the man’s entry and the world went blank.
While Welt was thinking about his little plan, the general had retrieved a bit of lubricant tucked away in a small bottle. Although the oil contained within was certainly not meant to be used like this, more so to be rubbed on one’s wrist to spread a vibrant aroma, its viscous quality would still serve this specific purpose fantastically. After rubbing some on his fingers, he had noticed the way his companion’s attention seemed to wander for a bit. Seeing this as a challenge — and feeling more than a little sadistic — the general slid one full digit in the man’s ass, absolutely smothered in an unnecessary amount of cold lubricant.
A filthy moan broke the silence of the office, followed by a small apology and another one. Jing Yuan was now moving his hand and twisting his finger as if he was trying to go even deeper in. A similar reaction was immediately given, the moan a little louder and breathier.
“Have you ever been pleasured down here, Welt?”
“Ah, you see, I… Ah…”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
While a part of Jing Yuan heard such a thing and cautioned safety, another felt a sense of pride. He was Welt’s first, an honour he intended on repaying in full.
Another finger made its way into the tight hole with the intent of loosening it up a little. Nothing could get in there as long as the point of entry was so small. Once Jing Yuan felt he was deep enough, he started opening and closing his two fingers in a scissor-like motion. The warmth surrounding the digit was intensifying, but the motion was almost satisfying in a very lust-filled way.
If Welt was yelping before, he was fully whining now.
The noises he let out were loud and clear, unrestrained as his arms lay uselessly next to his head. It felt as if his whole body was in shock, discovering a new pleasure it had never imagined. His eyes had trouble focusing, darting everywhere and all across the room. Small tears from the sudden stimulation had appeared, giving his glance a glassy look.
The pants he let out, combined with the blush that had deepened considerably on his cheeks, made it seem as if he’d gone for a round already. The sight made Jing Yuan want to go faster.
The fingers seemed to be going everywhere, exploring his hole and spreading his walls apart. While the invasion felt a bit strange at first, it didn’t take long for it to culminate in an intense amount of heat pooling in Welt’s lower stomach. If he raised his head, he would also see his own penis currently growing quite hard and red, leaking a bit of precum, a display he’d definitely die of embarrassment from later.
If a third digit was added or not, Welt could not tell, for the stretch and pleasure was already overwhelming the little rationality he had left. Thinking felt like such an endeavour — he could simply enjoy this.
When the fingers left, Welt whined a bit at the emptiness. His rim seemed to clench and unclench desperately as it searched for what had pleasured it oh so much mere seconds ago. The man also took the opportunity to catch his breath and breathe to calm himself. All of this felt unbecoming of him, but the sensations were so foreign and new that he didn’t know what to do.
His pants came in fast and sharp and his eyes refused to focus. His glasses had indeed fallen off at some point, but he shouldn’t have this much trouble seeing still. His brain was merely clouded, filled to the brim with lust and devoid of any rational thought.
‘It’s time.’
Finally, the painfully straining bulge in the general’s pain would be relieved. It was pointless to mention that Jing Yuan had gotten very hard as he worked Welt’s hole. The wet noises followed by the filthy moans only added to it all, resulting in an erection.
For better access, Jing Yuan spread the man’s legs a bit more, quite impressed by the flexibility as they moved without resistance. Spreading the man’s ass fully exposed his hole, lube leaking out of it in slow and lazy dribbles. Soon enough, it would be the general’s cum replacing the liquid. The thought sent even more blood straight to his cock, if that was even possible.
“I’m putting it in.”
And he did not lie.
Welt nearly screamed when the general’s cock entered him in one smooth movement. Had he been loosened up that much? Definitely not, for the mix of pleasure and ecstasy was definitely partly made with pain. It burned a little still, yet the sensation overwhelmed everything.
The general was big, stretching his walls and moulding his hole anew. The cock’s whole length was like a stick poking his insides, blatantly too long for the biological purposes of where it had been shoved.
Yet it felt so good, burned just right and stretched just enough for it to feel heavenly. Jing Yuan hadn’t even moved yet, but Welt already felt satiated. He lay flat on his back now, his clothes thankfully keeping any… fluids from staining the wood. He’d need to remove the stains before going back to the Express…
“Your mind wanders ever so effortlessly, Welt. No wonder it is so vast and sharp,” the general complimented, adding a sharp thrust to punctuate his sentence.
Welt’s eyes snapped back to him, wide and blown from desire. His lips were slightly parted, letting out small pants and a moan. With his dishevelled look and the creeping blush on his face, he looked positively ravishing.
Before such a sight, what is but a simple man to do?
Jing Yuan pulled himself back, nearly slipping his cock out of the hole before slamming back in. The loud smack that echoed as skin made contact with skin was quickly followed by equally lewd noises as the general repeated the motion again and again. He gripped the man’s legs to guide his motion, forcing them to fold and bend in a second surprising display of flexibility.
The grip was nearly bruising, but Welt did not notice. He was moaning very loudly now, every thrust punctuated with a sharp noise of lust and a slap of skin. His eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, unseeing as his brain was much more occupied with the overwhelming sensation of being fucked senseless. A line of drool ran down his lips, adding to the debauched look he was sporting.
This cacophony of filth and lust continued for a little while, leaving both man panting with the sounds of their flesh meeting. Finally, Jing Yuan felt his release flood the other man’s hole, leaking slightly where their flesh met. Both men were panting heavily, faces flushed and eyes filled with lust. Welt simply let himself drop upon the desk, his tensed limbs giving way to bone-deep tiredness. He let himself be handled without struggle, content on simply breathing deeply and shuddering from the aftershock of his own orgasm.
“Again.”
That word had the expected effect — Welt tensed up once more, eyes widening as his neck snapped towards Jing Yuan in a motion that almost made the General wince. Disbelief was written all across his features, his hands gripping the desk for dear life as his lips parted to offer nothing but a whine. Still, despite the utterly debauched look and almost pleading glare being sent his way, nothing alerted the General to any unwillingness in the other’s body. His hole, still filled yet given a break by the lack of friction, even clenched a little tighter around Jing Yuan’s cock, seemingly in agreement with the short statement.
Feeling his own arousal shoot up like Lan’s arrows, the General grabbed the man’s waist, pulling him from the desk and letting momentum bring him to his chest. The other man let out a yelp of surprise, both from the movement and the sparks of sensations it sent straight down to his own cock, making a bead of precum leak at the tip of it. He was now practically straddling the General, the man’s cock going even deeper inside of him, if that was even possible at all. Welt let out an embarrassingly loud moan at that as he grasped blindly to still himself once more.
“Is this better? If I’d known, I’d have let you ride me instead of doing all the work,” the General whispered in Welt’s ear, letting his words wash over his skin, shivers and a deep red blush blooming beneath them, like ink in water.
“Please… I, I can’t…”, Welt blabbered, that clear, intelligent speech from before all jumbled beneath a rush of overwhelming lust. Eyes half lidded, empty of thoughts and nearly blurry with tears, lips parted as soft pants broke the tender silence of the office, hair dishevelled in a way that made his white streak scatter across it… to the General, no glorious victory or perfect strategy was worth this.
Perhaps he’d been sexually repressed after all, with how much this was affecting him. Welt was a handsome man, attractive in both wits, charms and appearances, that the General could absolutely concede. Being handed the opportunity to indulge in such a way was a great privilege, but to feel like this… the need to go again and again, to ravage the other and leave his mark… that was unusual.
The last time he’d felt like this… he hadn’t been able to come even remotely this close to his goal. The man he’d pined after was out of reach, unattainable in all the ways that mattered. His honour, his loyalty, his morals, never would’ve let him pursue him fully. Perhaps this was the universe’s way of offering him a second shot, even if brief, with a human this time around. Jing Yuan wouldn’t delude himself — he’d enjoy this as much as he’d be able to, savouring each moment. If Welt wished to continue beyond this, he’d be overjoyed, but he wouldn’t delude himself into thinking this was temporary, if only because he wasn’t mortal.
“You worry… I can see it in your eyes.”
Such words interrupted the General’s thoughts, his world coming back into focus around him. He was suddenly acutely aware of his soft cock sheathed deep inside the other’s ass, his hands around his waist, twisting the skin beneath them.
“Didn’t you say… eyes on me?”
Welt put his hand around Jing Yuan’s neck, crossing them in some sort of semi-embrace. He pulled himself closer, wincing slightly from the movement that sent shivers up his spine. That faraway look… he didn’t know what it invoked in him — was it pity, sadness, recognition… jealousy? Whatever it was, he would neither acknowledge it nor let it be. It was entirely out of place on the previously confident General, and he’d have none of it, not when the man had been so shameless minutes ago.
“Ah… I apologize. I was… lost in affairs long past, things that occurred eons before your own birth,” the General joked, immediately realizing that saying such a thing was absolutely not the right move to make. Reminding them both that Jing Yuan was basically a fossil compared to Welt… the General could feel his cock softening at his own words, his arousal eroding.
“You’d find that, if only you asked, we share more than a single glance can reveal,” Welt whispered in return, hushed like a secret yet loud enough to be a confidence. His eyes turned that shining, menacing mix of red and orange from before, swallowing any of that tenderness for something grander, older. His frame was relaxed, almost confident. “You know, from where I’m from, they called us Herrschers, Sovereigns above humanity. I may not understand all that you’ve gone through, but perhaps I am not as different as you might think?” And with soft, almost shy lips, Welt delivered a small kiss upon the General’s lips. Although it was quite chaste, it certainly did not lack in meaning or intentions, not when the other’s eyes had delicately closed, as if savouring the moment.
And with that, with almost no break in between to let Jing Yuan process the situation, Welt pulled himself up before falling back down, letting gravity slide the General’s cock along his walls before repeating the same motion again and again. All the while, he let his power permeate the air, making it heavier in both metaphorical and real weight.
It was, despite the identical nature of the act in its form, completely different than the show of strength in the gardens. The weight was comfortable, grounding in a way impossible to achieve with regular means. Much like a heavy blanket thrown over one’s form after a long day, it felt comforting in a very odd way. The riding certainly helped too.
Though Welt had spoken with confidence and knowledge, it seemed he was faltering a little. His pace had slowed, his resolve more than a little overwhelmed by the lust that sent weakness straight to his legs. His arms shook from the strain, his whole frame wracked with shivers of lust and overstimulation. Tears were now falling in earnest down his cheeks, leaving wet trails that contrasted deliciously with the menacing red of his eyes.
Not able or willing to control himself, the General let his grasp over the man’s hips tighten possessively before taking over the pace with his own movements. Welt nearly collapsed immediately after, letting his head rest in the crook of Jing Yuan’s neck, his moans muffled by the proximity of the skin to his face. The General let him be, contempt with continuing his brutal pace, chasing after his own release. The words had soothed an ache he’d long learned to forget, like a kiss upon a wound — it hadn’t closed it, for that was probably impossible, but it had soothed the pang of pain.
The final thrust left him panting for breath, his lust finally receding, leaving behind a content and peaceful tiredness. Welt, on the other hand, could only weakly clench as he felt a rush of liquid invading his insides once more, stimulating him all over again despite him having reached his apex too many times already. He was a complete mess, drool dripping at the corner of his lips from all the panting and whining, tears falling endlessly as his mind cried out for a respite. He had slackened completely, held precariously by the General and the unnatural gravity that had settled around them, though that had wavered more than once as their pace got more erratic.
“No more… enough…”
Giving no answer, the General simply scooted the man closer, letting his nose fall upon the brown locks of hair. He let his eyes close, content to let time flow past the two of them for a little while longer.
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