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[Shi.No.Tobiko]

Name:

Zhang He

Position:

Officer of Wei

Title:

Beautiful Butterfly

Past:

Zhang He, what seemed like ages ago now. Lost a battle and a bet to the Beautiful General of Wu, Zhou Yu. In doing so, he became the Ocean Consort of the Beautiful General since it was considered bad luck for women to sail on a boat. The months went on so, Zhang spread his wings beneath the flames of the beautiful male, night after night. Warming his bed as Zhou slowly began to warm Zhang's heart, the composed warrior who was once at the top of Chinese Opera turned to performing warrior, now performing beneath the intense fire Wu...

 

One day... A game of cat and mouse ended with tragedy when their boat docked in harbor in neutral territory. Zhang escaped fleeing into the city as Zhou trailed after him for the fun of the chase. The day passed on and evening began to settle, as fear of losing his sweet butterfly sunk into Zhou's gut, he was lucky to stumble upon a fight between soldiers of Wu and Zhang. A young lady would have been taken advantage of if Zhang hadn't been there, seducing the soldiers out he was able to engage them in battle to protect the sweet woman. Little had he known, his claws had been dulled down to be a simple decoration. He was in no shape to fight men who carried swords.

 

Zhang rescued by Zhou, the soldiers made the Beautiful General think. Had he forced Zhang into his position? As a man of respect, he walked away, giving Zhang the choice of returning. The Butterfly knew where he had belonged. With the world his stage, he knew his home was on that ship sailing with his General. Beaten from the battle, his body weakened and weapon useless... He crawled and stumbled back to the docks. Hours passed as he made his way through the city before collapsing at the ramp of the mighty ship. A clip he had sold in the city, returned to him by Zhou, slipped from his fingers between the boards in the walk plunking into the water below.

 

The Beautiful General standing on the ship looked down at the unconscious body of the man he loved, who in turn loved him enough to return to those sweet arms. In the dark as he stalked down the ramp, hooves sounded against the ancient wood as the Demon of Wei came upon them both, stealing the unconscious officer away from the General...

 

For months that Zhang spent back in his original home, he was treated like a traitor, a prisoner... Locked in the dungeon, given a physical none too sweetly, locked down to serve the Demon Cao Pi... Taken by his cruel hand... Wu one night stalked war against Wei, a distraction of sorts so one of their best could rescue the Butterfly from being pinned and preserved. Ga Ning was his rescuer, stealing him away to return him to his Beautiful Lover. Fleeing under the guise of night Zhang and Zhou left not stopping until they were safe on the war ships sailing away as a retreat was called, allowing Wei to believe they won a battle, until Cao Pi returned to find his Captive gone...

 

Little had the two lovers known, Ga Ning had been taken prisoner... Something had to be done... Zhang, knowing Zhou would rescue him again, knew he had to do something... He proposed to go back and trade himself for the freedom of Ga Ning. Zhou had a plan to rescue him again... He knew it...

 

Though months passed as Zhang spent the days in Cao Pi's arms... His Bed... He knew it was time... Time that Zhou would come, however, someone else granted his wish of freedom. For a price...

 

Sima Yi, wanted control of Wei... Wanted to crush his Rival, the Demon of Wei... Zhang agreed to distract Cao Pi, on the conditions he would be set free...

 

The plan worked.

 

Sima Yi led Zhang onto the battlefield as Wei faced Wu once again. Zhang searched for the Demon, when his heart ached to see Zhou... The thought of simply fleeing to Zhou crossed his mind, however the idea of Cao Pi being gone forever was too much to pass... He found him... Cao stood there speechless as his trophy stood on the battlefield before him. Until the wicked Strategist gutted the poor Leader. Zhang smiled as he turned to flee to his lover, turning straight into the arms of soldiers who pinned him down, wrapping him in cloth and stealing him away...

 

Unable to even catch a glimpse of his lover, Zhang was once again caged... Locked away in the new region of Jin, under the power of Father and Son... Sima Yi and Sima Shi took pleasure in using the poor butterfly...

 

For years he hadn't even seen the outside of the Palace. He wondered what happened of Zhou... Of everyone as years passed... Hope glimmered in his future as Sima Yi took illness. The Butterfly knew as he performed each night, that part he played in the Opera as a young boy...

 

Finally his freedom was within reach, Sima Yi lay cold in his bed. Surely once power exchanged he would be free to go to his lover... His hopes were for naught as Sima Shi took a strong grip of Jin, locking him down further still than his Father had. Months again ticked by for the Butterfly who's wings grew heavy with sadness... Until one day Sima Shi grew ill from ambush.

 

Sima Zhao wanted Zhang out of the Palace, seeing him as a threat to their wellbeing. He released the Officer from his imprisonment, sending word to Sima Shi that he had escaped. Given Horse and provisions to flee, Zhang He stood with tears in his eyes as he thanked the Youngest of the Sima clan for helping him to return to his lover at last. A warning was spoken after him as he rode away, 'Stay in hiding, Sima Shi would come for him surely...' it didn't matter to him, he wanted Zhou...

 

Traveling for days he finally came across Wu, stumbling to one of the generals, he was stared in the eyes and confessed to...

 

Zhou had died...

 

Heart sunk, defeated... Zhang left. Sorrow hung over him as he contemplated joining his lover in the next world, however fate brought him past Jin to the far north where the land was untouched by War. It was beautiful, sophisticated... A Land of beauty and show...

 

Hiding under the name Xiao Yu, to tribute to his lost lover, he performed in the opera once more, making his home there in the small land of Dao. He felt safe there performing his true art of Beauty where he was hidden.

 

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The temperatures began to drop as the trees turned their beautiful colours of red, orange, and brown. The flame that graced the trees reminded him of his late lover. Zhou... Every time he performed, though many filled the Opera house, it was that beautiful face he saw. The dark chocolate curtains that framed the beautiful face that looked down at him with such deep passion. His heart fluttered as he recalled those beautiful eyes, ones he could lose himself in. True tragedy had struck when he finally had been set free...

 

Pain gripped him as he recalled that day... Finally free, he couldn't even tell the man he loved goodbye, to see his face one more time as he lay there in peace. Tears stung the light eyes of the once great warrior of Wei, gazing at the blurring reflection of himself in the mirror. He turned his face upward, letting the tears fall back into his sinuses. If he cried now he would smear his make up, and the show was coming up fast.

 

Zhang, now Xiao Yu, was playing the leading part in "Farewell My Concubine." Irony had it's cruelty... Xiao was impressed the age old Opera was still strong and widely adored, he had played that part as a child, so it came to no surprise that he still made the character shine now. The fine silk of the costume hung off of his thin frame, the time he had spent indoors, had caused his muscles to atrophy, giving him even more of a feminine look as he lost his masculinity. Though his Karmic wheel seemed complete as he came back to his career on the stage, he still kept his prideful weapons that Sima Zhao sent him away with. Beautiful Peacock Claws donned themselves in a crossed position over his vanity.

 

A reminder so he would never forget the most exciting time of his life.

 

Nimble fingers dipped the brush into the face paint as he prepared himself for the show. His partner Yaun Shin laughed as he prepared himself in the mirror next to him.

"Xiao, you almost look like a real woman in that make up and outfit. Be careful, else you confuse our audience." He laughed as he swooped his markings preparing for the part of the king.

 

Xiao laughed as he stood, finishing his paint as he placed his head dress on. His lengthy hair was beautiful enough to keep him from needing the wig, it looked beautiful in the butterfly headdress. "Yaun, your mouth will get you into trouble one of these days I'll have you know." The comment was playful as he placed the next layer of his costume on. "I'll see you soon Yuan. I am going to go practice as they set up. I need the warm up." He confessed easily as he turned on his heel to leave the dressing room.

 

"Don't forget who you are Xiao. You tend to let your character rule you." The jest was almost too serious as Xiao contemplated the words as he exited. He was that way too when he was younger. Playing too well into the parts of his roles on the stage. Perhaps that is why he shined so well on the battlefield. He took on one of his characters, losing himself in the position of his part on the stage of Battle...

 

He dodged the workers and quickly made his way onto the main stage. The house empty... He stared out and lost himself in a sudden old memory. His vision dissipated as he relived those many years ago, laying in the dirt on the street as Zhou stood there, tears threatening his position as he rescued him from being smothered in the dirt. There on stage, he let his voice ring out. Singing with all his might as he envisioned singing his lament to his lover there, trying to express to him his desire to go with him, wishing to die with him as he lay at his feet before grasping for his sword...

 

He came up with air as he stood there bent over staring down at empty seats. Daydreaming was a terrible habit of his anymore... Tears again threatened his composure, turning his head up, he looked at the beautiful artwork on the ceiling. trying to come to terms with his lost lover.

"Zhou... Do you watch me here every night? When will I be able to join you I wonder..."

[Silver Radiance]

~+~Zhou Yu~+~

 

 

 

 

History

 

Zhou Yu was the brilliant and charismatic strategist of Wu, the territory of fire and pirates. Being an upstanding General as well as a tactician, he often engaged in battles instead of remaining out of harms way. In one of the battles, he happened to fight Zhang He, in a particularly moving scene where the officer of Wei thought Zhou Yu would kill his officers and offered himself in exchange.

 

Entranced by Zhang He's unusual fighting style and proudly feminine approach, Zhou Yu brought him aboard his ship and eventually succumb to his desires, bedding the prize of the battle. Soon enough the 'Handsome General' found himself falling for his captive, and ached to somehow convey the sincerity of his feelings, without seeming forceful.

 

When releasing Zhang He for sport, he truly wanted the officer of Wei to realise that he belonged by his side. Unfortunately, when he had returned to the ship, he was taken captive by CAO Pi and the lesson he wanted to teach cut short.

 

If you love something, set it free, if it is truly yours, it will return to you... But what if it is intercepted?

 

It seemed as though fate was cruel, tormenting the lovers who had only just come to realise their true feelings for one another.. Even when they found their way back into each others arms for a brief moment in time, again they were torn apart.

 

Seeing no way to successfully rescue Zhang He without being hunted down, Zhou Yu faked his own death and swore the knowing Generals and officers to secrecy. He would seek out Zhang He when the time was right and live with him in peace.

 

However, soon enough when he snuck into the very heart of Jing to recapture his precious lover, the shackles were bare and the only thing that remained was the brilliant youngest son, Sima Zhao, with a warning to find Zhang He and never show his face again, lest he be slain.

 

Zhang He had disappeared... Just slipped through his grasp but days before his attempted rescue..

 

Everyone had kept their word not to tell of his survival.. A little too well..

 

Sadness lingered within Zhou Yu's heart and he didn't know what to do. Was their love truly fated to never work?

 

 

 

~+~Sima Shi~+~

 

 

 

 

History

 

Sima Shi is the son of the great strategist of Wei, Sima Yi. Though his father was cunning enough to topple Cao Pi and claimed Zhang He for himself, there had always been a strange, sick infatuation for Zhang He growing in his heart.

 

Even from a young age, Sima Shi watched his father use Zhang He as a bed partner with such lewd sexual acts shared between them, some violent and others gentle. There was a deep imbalance within his father that he clearly shared and eventually he even engaged in these sexual activities, sharing Zhang He with his respected father.

 

It was an unusual and sick father and son bonding moment and when Sima Yi died, Sima Shi refused to let go of Zhang He, keeping him just as his father had, continuing that twisted sexual obsession.

 

When ill and bed ridden from infection, Zhang He was set free and Sima Shi refused to allow it, vowing to search for Zhang He until the ends of the Earth and never stop until he had the man within his grasp once again.

 

He would use anything, do anything to obtain what rightfully belonged to him.

 

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There was something about the sky tonight...

 

The way the stars hung there, like ornaments in the sky, lacking their usual sparkling luster..

 

Something was amiss..

 

The darkness seemed to be thicker than usual, silent and still in the night that was usually quite windy and cold this time of year.. There was not a single rustle of the trees, as if their very leaves feared for what would come.

 

There was a soft sound, coming from the East... Growing louder... Louder..

 

The sound of thunder? No.. It was...

 

"NEEEEHRRRR!"

 

The sudden grunt of an angry black horse hoisting its front legs was only matched by the wight of its body being shifted back down by gravity, slamming into the stiff dirt. The sudden tugging of the reigns with black gloved fingers clutching all too tightly, demanding the horse obey that absolute command.

 

It was here.. The torches were barely in the distance and the sight of people coming down the path made it all too obvious.

 

No matter where you run.. No matter where you hide... I will find you.

 

The great stallion shook its head, displeased with its master, though it dare not disobey. Toward the lights within the village the steed began to trot at a slower pace, allowing for the dark cloak to lift slightly that, unable to see anything beneath except the dark boots held in the stirrups, ready to kick at any sign of non-compliance.

 

Soon enough, the droves of people that had been looking up at the dark rider continued on their way into the concert hall, all too pleased to see the fabled opera that had been drawing crowds for miles.

 

Grasping onto the saddle, the dark male lowered himself from the horse and tied the reigns to the offered wooden post. There was no threat of this one being stolen, he was far too wild for anyone to dare try.

 

There were glances, but they soon faded and attentions turned back to getting inside, tickets held at the ready and the line far too long. It was clear that tonight was sold out and there would not be a single seat free.

 

Regardless, the dark one walked right up to the main gate where there stood villagers taking tickets. The one on the left was a male, seemingly quite busy with trying to get the details of a rather well dressed woman while the one on the right was a rather clumsy looking female, trying to count each number of tickets she was given and match them to the number of people trying to enter.

 

Even though she seemed quite air headed, she indeed noticed the dark male trying to walk past without offering her a ticket and raised her hand as if she was about to say something. The dark hood turned, the eyes of that dark man clearly directed at her and a sign of haunting recognition drained her face of colour before he continued inside.

 

There was no time to comment, the other attendees were trying to shove their way in now and she had to get it under control... But those eyes scared her.. Could it have been true? Could HE really have come?

 

Why...?

 

The crowd was thick, the seats were filling up quickly and the dark male moved to stand at the back corner, in the darkness of the concert hall. The shadows alone could have swallowed him whole, concealing him from ever being found, even if someone were to stand right next to him..

 

There was a potent silent stillness, like a statue he waited.. So still.. So patient.. Unmoving until every seat was filled and the announcement came.

 

Soon it would begin.. This horrific continuation was marked this night by the raising of that curtain.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

The hall was filled with another sold out show. The death of his lover, and the fate of his release had definitely brought him back to where he truely belonged. Performing on the Opera stage, for thousands of people to enjoy the characters he and his partners brought to life. Though he had experienced the world, and took on the stage of battle, it was here where he had belonged all along, even if his lover was not here in person. Zhang stood there behind the stage, pacing the floor as Zhou filled his thoughts. Was he here with him? There was definitely a sense of danger in the air, perhaps he truly was there with him... The lights dimmed and the introductions came out at last... Zhang's heart fluttered as he was introduced.

 

"Tonight's show features Yuan Shin as the King..." Yuan smiled as he placed a hand on Zhang's shoulders squeezing him gently to reassure him that there is no reason to have any nerves. It was like any other night of performing. Yuan noticed Xiao had been on edge all day. The dressed up King exited out onto the stage, bowing before a roaring crowd to show respect to those who support him and his art. "And tonight! The Beauty of the North, the King's Concubine is performed by none other than, Xiao Yu!" The introduction came and the crowd erupted again as Zhang he entered the center stage. He smiled, bashful as he gazed out upon those who adored his art. This was all for them...

 

"Thank you..." He spoke softly as the crowd hushed. "Thank you all for coming out to support Yuan and myself. I hope we can only live up to your expectations." He bowed and followed his King off stage as the chorus and other performers entered the stage to begin the show. Drums rumbled as Zhang exhaled looking up to Yuan with a smile. "You're right... It's like every other night." He looked out from back stage, watching the crowd, something seemed different though... However he was not about to let Yuan in on it.

 

Yuan's queue came and he exited to the stage once more, belting out his lines in perfect rhythm with the music. He was a wonderful stage partner, however Zhang couldn't help but think of Zhou as he watched him. It made it easier when he performed with him, that sweet face replaced the one of Yuan... Soon it was no longer Yuan he performed with but Zhou, his lover... A soft sound escaped his lips as he entered the stage ready for his entrance.

 

The show carried on without flaw, without hitches. Every line, dance, and song went perfect, nothing was out of line. Zhang's heart soared as he took the King's sword, lifting the heavy metal up to his throat as he whispered his goodbye to his King. Everytime... It was Zhou he whispered to... Whispering that he never wanted to be without him, that he would rather die than live without him. Zhang collapsed to the floor in his characters last loyal act for his King. Together even in death...

 

As he lay there, the King kneeling down to lift up the corpse of his lover in the end, tears threatened his composure as the hands he felt were not those of his stage partner... "Zhou..." The name slipped out under his breath, inaudible to anyone as the curtain fell on the dramatic ending. Light eyes fluttered open as he gazed up at Yuan. "Yuan... Another successful show..." Zhang smiled as he sat up, his partner assisting him as their encore sounded.

 

"Xiao, come on, they want to see us one last time." The King smiled and led Zhang out onto the stage. The crowd erupted, flowers drifted to their feet from the air being thrown to them. Zhang reached down and lifted a beautiful flower up.

 

"Thank you all for coming to see us... Though the show is over, we will be performing again very soon. Have a safe night everyone!" Zhang waved as the crowd called out for Xiao and Yuan. It was guaranteed that their next show would be sold out as well.

 

Yuan and Zhang exited backstage once more walking down to their dressing room. Yuan entered and laid his armour down, setting his sword up before grabbing the cloth to wash his face. "Xiao, I am sorry, I know we usually spend the night together after a show discussing what we could have done better and drinking and enjoying in each others company with our friends. However I was invited to go out with a lady. I am quite excited about it." He finished as he looked up into the mirror. Make up gone he smiled and dried his face before picking up his belongings. "I hope you have a good evening Xiao." He said as he walked by him.

 

Zhang smiled and laughed to him. "Of course! We need to see you married soon! Set up with a good woman. I hope she is worthy of the King. Hahaha! Enjoy!" Zhang waved goodbye as he sat down at his vanity. The main actors dressing rooms were completely separate from the other actors. As Yuan left, Zhang was left there alone. He smiled at himself in the mirror. "Zhou... Thank you for being here..." He whispered as he began to undo his hair from the headdress.

[Silver Radiance]

The story was one that had been one that was replayed over and over for hundreds of years. So many actors... So many perceptions and thoughts surrounding this one famous story, forever immortalized on the stage for generation after generation to experience the message of true loyalty, love and obedience.

 

The bounds of reality.. Of circumstance.. They were all meaningless in the face of love...

 

In the face of... Obsession..

 

There was not a moment that the dark male moved, for the entire time he was transfixed upon the vision before him.. Taking in every moment.. Assessing... It was clear that this person was the one he had been looking for, but there was far more written in the performance than identity alone..

 

Every movement.. Every sigh.. Every note sung with such dedication and sorrow conveyed such heavy emotion, so full of substance that the air seemed to affect everyone watching, drawing tears and sighs of hope with the message of eternal love and dedication.. And the message of how unfair circumstances was something that resounded with the times of war still so close to heart.

 

So many had lost so much... Villages had been burned to the ground, taken over dozens of times and all for the sake of having a stable leader of the land..

 

The contestants had always been fierce.. But somewhere in all of it, the man in black had lost sight of everything except that creature before him.. That butterfly who had painted his wings and now danced on stage with the grace and charisma he had commanded on the battlefield.

 

Those eyes.. They were still his, weren't they?

 

The only time there was a movement from the figure, was when the death scene came. There was a tightening of that dark glove against his sleeve.. Something stirred.

 

As the very last sounds were played by the musicians, the hall began to empty. Everyone was scrambling to exit, to get home and spoke about their adoration of each of the actors and the dynamic of the story. The only one who seemed not to be in a rush was the man in black.

 

When everyone else had disappeared, when the concert hall was vacant and silent, he finally walked toward the stage, glancing at it before climbing the stairs and examining the view from there, as if contemplating what the butterfly must have been thinking and feeling during the performance..

 

It seemed so... Distant.. Like the last few beats of those glorious wings were at hand..

 

Without allowing another moment to pass, he slipped back stage and avoided the guards seeking out the dressing room he was looking for. No one made a sound, they were far too busy discussing amongst themselves how amazing they were, attributing the success all to themselves as that dark man slowly cracked open the door and entered.

 

There, on the other side of the door lightly pressing closed behind him, he saw the actor still dressed and in full make up, before the mirror. Without a sound he waited, merely standing there and staring through the dark hood that hid those eyes..

 

Nothing could stop him now, there was not enough strength left within the man before him, nor in anyone close by to even hope to restrain him.. The plan would go ahead and soon he would have what he had longed for.

 

It was finally time, to see if those wings would move again.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

He sat there for what seemed like ages, simply staring at the reflection in the mirror that seemed so strange to him. On the field of battle he had defined features, angles to his skin. The figure who sat before him staring out had a gentleness to his appearance, the angles since have become severely less defined. Those light hues glanced down at the pale flesh on his arms, one hand working the dress’s sleeves upward to expose himself. He ran his fingers gently along the soft supple skin, there was nothing hard about his arms anymore. They were not out of shape, just simply, soft… Like a woman’s body…

 

A woman’s body… Was that all he was meant to be? A man who thrived as a woman? His gaze turned back to himself in the mirror as he dropped the silk. The sound of the wooden chair echoed in the small room as he slid it back to stand up. He gently undid the ties of his dress, exposing the body beneath to look at himself in the mirror further. His torso was no longer defined either. The angles that cut in making him appear so agile on the field were gone, replaced with the feminine appearance of a woman. His height and his anatomy were the only things it seemed, that gave him away that he was even a man at all.

 

Was he truly destined to be in the body that he occupied? Or was there a mistake along the way? Was he supposed to be a woman? He had been treated like one for so long the line between genders had been flawed in his eyes. A soft cry rolled off his lips as he collapsed into the chair, sobbing inwardly. A Beautiful Butterfly, is it either male or female like himself as well? Part of him ached to be back out on the battlefield, fighting in the name of his Lover the Handsome General… However part of him feared the moment that his wings would be pinned to stone once more.

 

At least here in the opera, he was able to thrive as both man and woman. Without fear of judgment, fear of being pinned down… He could perform in honor of his lover safely within the confines of the Opera house walls. He looked back up, past the mirror to let his gaze settle on the peacock talons that decorated his vanity above. A reminder of where he had been, lest he forget… It seemed when he performed it was all too easy to forget who he was. Sighing gently he stood up once more and re did the ties on his dress so he could step over to where his regular clothes sat.

 

He let a hand drift over the fine material. He recalled the day he fled… Zhao had given just mere minutes to grab whatever clothing he could. He remembered scrambling around to grab whatever he could and shove it into the bag he was given. It was meant to look like he picked up and left… And it had, with the speed he used to pack everything so sporadically, it looked like he had been in the hurry that he was. The outfit was made of a fine deep purple with accents of blue and pink splashed in. He sighed and left the outfit to hang.

 

Tonight, he was not going to leave here as Zhang He or Xiao Yu, but tonight he would leave as The King’s Concubine. The dress was his and he had to take it home regardless, so why not wear it out tonight? Spinning back around he sat back down at the vanity, finally removing the last few pins of his headdress as the chocolate strands cascaded down over his shoulders. He looked at himself again, before grasping some of the tips of locks between his fingers, gazing down at them. His hair had grown significantly since he had last seen the field of battle. Though it was lengthy before it was longer still; he stood, to really get a look at how long it had gotten. It was only a few more measures until it brushed the ground…

 

Smiling as he let the silky strands drift through his fingers he moved the dark curtain to the side as he sat back down again, retrieving the brush from the table he began to pull the fine horse hair bristles through the locks, gently taming the loose fly aways until a moment in the mirror caught his attention. He froze as he looked in the background of the mirror. Darkness however, something moved…

 

He stood abruptly turning around to face the door, catching better sight of the cloaked figure that remained by the dressing room entrance. Something did not seem right about the figure that hid itself so well in the shadows.

 

“Who are you…? No one would be here but myself and Yuan… It’s meant for our privacy… Please, if you want a signature, wait outside…” Something inside of him tickled his mind. This figure had not seemed like a normal fan wanting his penmanship… His heart thumped gently as he pressed himself back against the vanity.

[Silver Radiance]

There, in the dressing room of a concubine and the vacant master, the twisting threads of fate danced with brilliant beauty. The possibilities entwined and unfolded all at once, answering some questions and revealing others that had not yet been considered..

 

It was the end of a long journey and yet only the beginning.

 

That face completely covered in make-up held something familiar.. But even moreso, as that naked chest was revealed under the clothing, the dark figure tensed with a clear indication of recollection.

 

There had been changes... A softening.. The masculine curves had turned even more feminine than they had already been. But it was the same man, wasn't it?

 

Still, the dark figure remained silent as the grave, watching, waiting as the creature before him moved without knowledge of his eyes wandering.. Acting so naturally, like a wounded butterfly flexing its wings weakly, unable to escape the cold pins of fate from locking him into place..

 

Or did he act that way purely because he knew somewhere in his heart that he was being watched all along?

 

It took a while, but there was finally that sense of dangerous urgency in those chocolate brown eyes in the reflection before he turned. That beautiful long brown hair spilled over slender shoulders like cascading waterfalls of silk.. The shimmer alone of the strands was purely captivating and yet the coaxing hints of softness begged for those dangerous hands to touch them.. To feel that pure heavenly touch like moist sand promising to crumble the facade into nothing but a distant memory.

 

Then came that voice.... Without song, without falseness.. Purely honest in its horror, scared and begging to see some light in the dark unknown. The question was so potent on that hidden face..

 

Who are you?

 

Who indeed.. Who am I?

 

Without delay that dark statue denied its maker the pleasure of stillness and shifted forward, feeling the pull of those muscles for the first time in what seemed an eternity... Each step was somehow so heavy, so slow after rushing around for so long, searching and seeking for the creature before him.

 

The distance between them was brought to nearly nothing, the man's mouth the only visible aspect of his face, those eyes hidden by a slightly bowed head, the hood of that dark cloak far too consuming, keeping the truth still hidden even at such close proximity.

 

Without a word, a dark gloved hand reached out for the forgotten General of Wu, haunting him with the dangerous touch that had once been constant and now but a memory. That hand moved past, barely brushing against the beautiful long strands of silk to capture a moist towel hanging over a basin with water. Drawing back, a few droplets of cool water slipped from the fabric and dived onto that dress, blemishing it with a darkness that seemed to spread to a degree as the moisture sunk in. The cloth was pressed to the beauty's face, dragged over it to smother that colourful facade away, to reveal the man beneath, no longer permitted to carry the complexity of that female facade.

 

Water mixed with paint and dragged the colours down that horrified face with heavy droplets rolling over that canvas to corrupt more and more of that beauty and turn it into chaos.

 

Soon the fabric was cast over the soft, supple lips that had been aching for air, desperate to formulate an answer for who was before him, exhausting the oxygen in small bursts to fuel that machine that had no answer. With that redness of blood discarded, tainted and blurred amongst the other colours, lips that he could recognize were finally revealed amongst the chaos.

 

Sliding that moist cloth over the butterfly's eyes, he held it there firmly, water tainting the composition of the perfect artwork drawn upon those closed eyelids as cool air pressed over that waiting mouth. It seemed as though there was a slight hesitance at first, but only for a moment. Suddenly a firm kiss was purged upon the lips of this androgynous creature, pressing forward to seek out a taste other than paint inside of that tense mouth, melding their skin together firmly.

 

That warmth was something he had craved for so long, the feel of that tongue, so curious yet uncertain, not sure whether to repay the favor or flee from the embrace..

 

This was how it used to be.. How it should be now.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

The black cloak shadowed the figure who refused to speak to him, refused to show him his face. Something about him felt off, the way he moved elicited a sense of danger inside of his breast, he needed something. Wide dark hues flickered to the door, noting the wooden portal shut firmly, none would be able to hear if he cried for help. This late at night, Yuan and him would be gone, and the others would be in the other dressing room corridoors, drinking to another successful show. He was stuck here, alone with the mysterious figure that now crossed across the creaking floor boards that bowed underneath the apparent power of the faceless figure.

 

Fear, was this fear that gripped his heart so painfully? A soft gasp escaped through the painted lips, the lithe body slipping backwards against the wall and his vanity as if trying to make himself as less visible as possible, like a mouse to a domestic cat. He held himself so differently from the rest of the people in town, it frightened him. Zhang had become so accustomed to the way the people were here in this small little town, the way they moved were not like the people of Wei or Wu, even those of Shu. They were gentle, simple...

 

"Please... What are you doing...?" His voice was trembling under his appearance, lips quivering as he felt the genuine emotion, strong as it had been when his war partner had been killed in battle. The lighting was much too soft, the crossing of the mysterious figure caused the candle to dance and flicker with the breeze that he seemed to command from no where. He grabbed the small chair offered for his comfort as he decorated himself, pushing it out to block the other's path in vain.

 

The gold silk of his dress stiffened between the wall and his back as he stared at the figure before him. Too much, this was too much. Was this a trick of Yuan's? No he wouldn't be so cruel to pay such a terrible prank on him, not when he were alone... His gaze tore from the shadow to the length of his arm as it reached out to grasp the wet towel from the basin. He looked back up at him as he felt the cool drizzle of water pierce through his costume to cool his heated flesh beneath.

 

"Ahhngh!" The soft cry pressed through the painted lips as the firm hand spread the cloth over his face, wiping his make up away as he reached out to grasp onto the figure. The shoulders were firm, masculine beneath the clothing as the cold cloth was forced against his eyes, pushing the cold liquid to trickle down his face, over the quivering lips as he held onto him. a warmth ignited deep inside him, one that had not been felt for months... This was strange... It was...

 

That Kiss....

 

It felt so familiar but where...?

 

"Hnnnghmmm!" He tried to pry himself away, however the protest was in vain, he was no longer the great warrior he had been, no longer the man he used to be... His power had been extinguished long ago and even more so now as he fell powerless to another. His head turned, wet strands sticking to his face as he reached out grasping for something anything to get a foothold. His fingers latched onto the dark hood, gripping the cloth firmly in his blindness, he ripped it back as he broke the kiss with a gasp.

 

"Ahhahngh! Please! Help!" His plea came out softer than he had hoped to make it sound. Someone had to be around or even outside. Someone, anyone!

[Silver Radiance]

The tense nature of the other man was not something that was unfamiliar, regrettably, but it was something that saddened the dark figure.

 

Like a forbidden dream the kiss was broken all too quickly and that warmth was snatched away violently. The shrill cry of that sweet voice, masculine and strong even if that body had failed to reflect the past, every note carried like a song or terror, aching to captivate an unseen and unhearing audience.

 

Immediately a hand came up to brush against those precious plush tempters while that face tilted up, revealing those eyes for the first time.

 

The identity of the dark male was within the grasp of the butterfly, if only he could remember..

 

You remember don't you? You haven't forgotten about me? Buried me in your past?

 

Thoughts were like a plague in this moment of silence as the black shadows that shrouded that face invited the observer in, daring him to recognize that haunted face, such hope glowing in his features to be known for the past he had created with those dark hands and seen for the future he could offer now.

 

Without delay, the unoccupied dangerously strong hand reached into that dark cloak, promising tools of pure horror and torment.

 

"Zhang He.."

 

Pulling back, the leather clad fingers had clasped onto something solid and drew it out slowly.. Slowly..

 

With no way to run or hide, Zhang He came face to face with the object of horror.. It was metallic, about as large as his captor's palm with jewels over the edge in such beautiful decoration while the teeth remained bare. A hair piece.. One from many years ago recovered like a relic of the long forgotten past.

 

The golden eyes were accompanied by a smooth yet deep tone, one that had commanded an army and inspired so many with hope of a brighter future for so long. That hauntingly masculine face had such strange beauty to it.. A hint of softness layered with such strength and a warmth that seemed to be drained, returning into his features.

 

There was so much history written all over that face.. Such a long battle, hopelessness, loss and desperation.. Yet there was still a hint of something more positive.

 

The subconscious sound of the ocean accompanied his presence, the gentle rocking of the sea calming the heart or the dangerous torrents of waves threatening to drag every last soul into the depths of the cold deep.

 

But those eyes.. They looked into Zhang He's orbs with such warmth, such hope..

 

Slowly, that black gloved hand lifted from the captive's mouth and lightly caressed over the painted skin. That hand was tarnishing the clean black surface with so many pretty colours, a complete and utter masterpiece of madness corrupting what was once blackness, turning it into a story of vibrant colour and chaotic beauty.

 

"Do you remember me?"

 

That powerful voice was concerned, a hint of worry so evident as he awaited a response. That dark glove pulled back, tainted with the smudged colours of Zhang He's make-up, evidence that they had finally met once again, if only brushing past each other for a moment in time again.

 

If nothing else, he wanted to remember this moment.. The moment he saw his lover one last time.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

Soft lips parted with a gasp as he struggled against the stronger figure, the soft pale flesh trembled as he held onto the soft cloth of the male's cloak, blinded as the wet washing cloth drenched his face. With every drop that slid down his face, they dribbled off, marking the silk with a colourful array of water stains. The taste of the water and the make up spilled past his lips gracing his tongue as he swallowed with an audible gasp. He may have acted as a woman on stage for his stage brother and his audience, forced to be a woman for the sick pleasure of leaders... However he would only truly slip into the effeminant role for one man....

 

"Zhou... Help me please... wherever...."

 

His voice trailed off in a sob as he looked up into the swimming face of the other male, the darkness of the wet cloth gone. He knew he must look the part of a woman now, trembling and crying as he forced himself as far back into a corner as possible, though who could blame him? Being locked away without power or dignity for years, losing the strength of his body slowly over time. Would anyone know what that does to a man? To his mentality? The idea would be horrific, to slowly be transformed from one being to another, most could never handle it with their sanity in tact. Zhang blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes, forcing his vision to clear as he gazed up at the figure above him who softly whispered his name, like the sweet lullaby of a lover.

 

No one here knew his true name though, to everyone in Dao, he was the beautiful Xaio Yu. Who was this man who spoke the name he loved, who spoke it in such a way that it made his heart melt, his body relaxed as he searched that beautiful face for something. Memory was coming back to him as he gazed up into those soft eyes however, he couldn't believe it was true... Didn't he...?

 

Dark hues flickered down from that haunting face, looking around as if to make sure he was still in his dressingroom, hoping he wasn't going insane, seeing dead lovers... Hallucinating being held by him after being separated from him for so many years... Though if he wasn't here... How could he...? Slowly he began to probe the other's face, gently touching the dips and mapped travel of his face as he turned back to look up at him.

 

If he could touch him, he was real wasn't he...?

 

As he parted those soft satin lips to speak the name he so sweetly recalled. He moved... His body tensed, as if ready to defend himself against his suspected hallucination of his lost mind that had broke under pressure years ago... He closed his eyes as he feared the object being withdrawn. Flashbacks of Cao Pi and his device of horror and pain slipped into his memory, being tied up like a common animal and caged without release... When nothing happened, he began to relax... Gently, he peeked out from hiding behind the smeared lids.

 

The hair piece...

 

Dark hues looked back up at the man who held it so delicately between his fingers. It was aged from the years and water that it had resided in. Had he truly gone and retrieved the hair piece that he had so graciously retrieved from the vendor those very long ages ago. The gleam was gone from the teeth, though where the teeth now showed their age, the jewels still glistened so beautifully. He had retrieved it, the object that had stood the test of time and represented the length of their love.

 

"Zh... Zhou.... ZHOU!!??? No no no no! ZHOU! You're.... Not dead... ZHOU!" He clasped onto him desperately, taking hold of the dark strands that cascaded over his shoulders pulling him down with a hidden underlying strength that seemed rooted deep in his core. It really was him! He wasn't going insane, or losing his mind! It truly was him! He remembered him! Remembered the times he had together with that Handsome General. He tugged the other male back down forcing those sweet velvet lips against his own, crushing that hot mouth to his own in that beautiful needy way of his, the way he forced his tongue deep into the wanting mouth of his long lost lover to play with it's kin he thought had died. Slowly he pulled back to gaze into that beautiful face he now smeared with make up. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he reached up with the clean side of the towel to gently wipe away what he had smeared on him.

 

"Zhou... I thought... They told me... You were dead.... How..? How did you find me here in hiding...?" Fear tickled the back of his mind as the thought that Zhou could find him from beyond the grave, couldn't... He find him too...? "How..." His voice trembled as he clung to him tightly, afraid to lose him again like he had years ago...

[Silver Radiance]

The time spent waiting seemed like an eternity..

 

At first, there was just fear in those eyes, far worse than the way there had been in the beginning when Zhou had been harsh, before their fates were set in stone.

 

Just what had happened to make those once strong eyes so frightened? The horrors of Cao Pi had ended, but the devious nature of Sima Yi had blocked him out and soon enough Sima Shi had taken over... What had he been like? Did that fear imbedded in his lover's soul belong to the son of the great strategist of Wei?

 

Soon, the iris' started to soften, to widen and take in the vision before them, slowly governing through the archives of memory to finally grasp onto the answer hidden away in the depths of the past.

 

The arms that captured him were so sudden that they nearly urged the very hair piece he had worked so hard to retrieve out of his very hand. Clutching strong fingers around it a little tighter he refused to lose it again, immediately moving his other arm to coil around the actress holding that frame tightly against a strong chest. It was unusual but in the time they had been apart, Zhou had grown more muscular while Zhang He had seemed to be far more slender than he ever remembered. Especially on those arms, they seemed so thin compared to before.

 

Still, the feeling of that man so close, even if there were slight differences, made Zhou feel like the journey had been so very long. It was as if every wear was compacting upon those strong shoulders as he lowered himself down to sit on the stood meant for the diva's co-star, still clutching that bundle in powerful arms. There was a certain heaviness, a warmth, that had been deeply missed for what seemed like an eternity. After being so filled with happiness, it seemed as though the emptiness was all consuming, mocking him with unfortunate events that twisted fate into something barring happiness, leading it just barely out of reach.

 

The only thing that seemed to remain the same was that scent.. The perfume that lingered on Zhang He's skin, wafting up to torment the former strategist and General of Wu with a familiar smell. The first time he had been able to notice this, was on the field of battle at Hu Lao gate, fighting on the battle field side by side when things were complicated, or perhaps they were much more simple... It was so hard to know what time had less troubles.

 

Either way, the sweetness of that scent, like honey suckles mixed with vanilla, had made a strong imprint upon his mind. Perhaps that was the very first instance he had thoughts for Zhang He... Really thought about him.

 

But the more potent experience with that perfume... It was the first night he had held Zhang He captive. Every piece of clothing had been removed allowing only flesh upon flesh to be felt in molten heat, melting away everything except that smell, mingling with his own. There was nothing to hide any longer but the raw desire that had been cultivated secretly within them both started to grow and manifest into something far more powerful than either of them could have ever guessed.

 

Leaning in he took in the scent of that smooth chocolate brown hair, feeling the softness against his cheek, enjoying how the simple yet familiar touches made the strong General ache deep inside that locked compartment in a muscular chest.

 

The lips, so soft and yet the touch so forceful, claiming his own with such ferocious demand, soon buckled under the pressure of their mingling tongues. It was an all out war and nothing was going to pull that vixen away from his target. It was just like on the battlefield way back then.. Zhang He was shining so brightly it was impossible to deny that heavenly beauty..

 

All too soon the kiss was broken as the hiding butterfly wiped the make-up from Zhou Yu's face, not even noticed until the wet fabric touched his face. The hazel eyes were looking into the man before him, unable to stop himself from staring, from confirming over and over in his mind that he had finally found the precious beauty he had longed for.

 

"I made a deal with the wrong person it seems. Instead of running away with you it ended up that you were further from me than ever and I could no longer call upon the army of Wu for support."

 

Lifting up the hand holding the hair piece, he pulled back from the slender actress for but a moment to gaze upon his magnificence before sliding the teeth through that perfect hair, coiling the strands up to secure the comb carefully in place, just as it used to be. With a hauntingly fulfilled smile at one task that took so many years to finally be completed, he captured the butterfly within powerful arms like a steel cage refusing to allow him to disappear from his sight ever again.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

His world, once falling apart and broken in shambles on the cold stone of the earth, now all seemed to fuse back together in one great motion as he found his long lost comfort and ease in that warm strong embrace. The way his tongue moved and melded against his own in such a sensual battle for passion, was no longer a relic of his forgotten history. Though he had thought himself alone for so long, it seemed he never truly was and that understanding was finally coming to light. Gentle sobs worked their way up from his chest as he clutched the muscular figure against himself, refusing to let go even if it meant burning alive from the intensity of the fires of desire.

 

So long… He had waited and pushed and trudged for so long, hoping and praying that someday he would see his lover again. The sound of that Officer’s words still rang clear in his head as he lost himself in a daydream of the past…

 

“You won’t find Lord Zhou Yu here anymore Zhang He… He is deceased… Illness took him over…”

 

Those words have haunted him day and night. Though there had been no object, no hard evidence, he simply believed in those words for so long, knowing his lover would never be there to hold him again, comfort him, love him the way they had so long ago… The pain of the time away, the stress of the unfortunate events had been far too much for him. The wet cloth slipped from his fingers, flopping to the floor as he collapsed into the strong warrior’s lap and sobbed into him. Unleashing the flood gates of the hurt, pain, and agony he had been holding in.

 

He still smelled so rugged… A touch of ocean breeze drifting from those dark strands reminded him of their days sailing across the Wide Blue. Finally, he could sit and enjoy those old moments once more. Without needing to recall them, in hopes that he would someday be free from his dark cage, in hopes that his torture would soon pass, in hopes that soon he would join his lover in eternal slumber…

 

Once his sobs calmed down, Zhang looked up at the strong warrior, the same way he had once with just as much intense love and devotion as he ever had. He was reunited with him once more, and now. Nothing could stop them living peacefully. It dawned on him. Peace… No one else knew where he was, knew who he was underneath his alias of Xiao Yu, and the world thought Zhou Yu dead. It was a beautiful idea to think though… When he took in the full sight of Zhou, he could see how the years have made him stronger. Hazel eyes glanced off into the mirror to catch the sight of a Warrior who was denied his power and freedom, and slowly, his power was taken from him…

 

Looking back at Zhou, he didn’t look any bit the type to want to stay in hiding, or be thought dead forever… He looked much like an adventurer; to go and conquer the world like his dear friend had once dreamed of… And he… He was no longer fit to hold his own on a battlefield; no longer able bodied as he had been back when they first met. A thought slipped through his mind that Zhou would leave again….

 

His fears were quieted when that strong hand slipped the Butterfly hairpiece into his hair. The beauty of it still glistened through as it was finally returned to its rightful place. He looked back into the mirror, watching as they seemed to naturally fit together. He could never forget those nights in the bath, in his bed, in his arms… Though times have changed, and times have changed them, it still felt so… Frozen in time. Though that face of his that stared back from the mirror, was not the face of the once respected Butterfly of the Battlefield… It made him feel like he was disgracing Zhou with how those unfortunate events had shaped him, weakened him… He rested his head down against that muscular chest.

 

Calm thumping greeted him, filling his ears with it’s comforting sound. His heartbeat was even calming to him. There was nothing he could do but let himself be this weak creature against him…

 

“Zhou… I can’t tell you how hard I fought, to push through everyday… To try and be able to see you once more… What I have been melded into… If I ever saw you again… I have wondered if you would even want someone who has become so fragile, like a woman…” He paused as he stood up, the words simply began falling from his lips as he lost control of the words he wanted to speak in his mind. “I thought of you everyday… Hoped that you would come before irreversible damage had been done… How could I have let myself become this…? How could I have let them do this to me…? Everyday… I saw more and more of myself disappear into this soft weak creature… Even now I’m crushed thinking of how I will never shine with you on the battlefield like we had once so long ago…” His eyes trailed to the drawer at his Vanity. He reached out in silence as he opened it and retrieved a beautiful Jade Vial. “I wanted to be that person once more… To once more be able to fight with you on the battlefield… Believing you dead…” His lips forced shut as he threw the bottle against the hard wall across the room, watching as it broke, the liquid contents spilling over the floor.

 

He turned back to Zhou with a sullen look, those eyes relaying his exhaustion of fighting on, the fatigue he felt of forcing himself onward. “Poison…” The word trickled over his lips as tears welled in his eyes. “Someday… I knew I would take it… The distance from you and then being worlds apart… I didn’t want to exist alone anymore…” He confessed his thoughts of joining Zhou in death, though as he spoke tears of joy streaked down his face as he embraced him once more, knowing he no longer needed that escape. “Zhou…. I am so… So happy to see you…” He breathed softly finally as he held him close. “I’ve been so lost and broken without you here… How on earth were you able to find me…?” The question slipped out as he looked up and searched that Beautiful Warriors face for answers.

[Silver Radiance]

There was so much to take in as Zhang He shifted in the tight embrace of a man who had traveled so far for something so simple it seemed. The act of returning a single piece to one person, something that happened every day and yet seemed impossible for so many years. How long had it even been in the end?

 

As the slender creature walked about the room the terrible realization hit the once proud general. Time had been taking its toll whether he had recognized it or not and that handsome face that so many had swooned over had become aged. The youthful softness it used to hold had faded and the appearance of a man remained. There was much to look forward to in gray hair and wrinkles soon enough that would banish the last of his youthful handsome face into an oblivion of age.

 

So much time had been wasted.. Robbed from them outside of their own will or power.

 

Was this really what he had earned? To have served his master's with such great devotion and be rewarded with fallacies that made time speed like a mad horse refusing to obey its master until he was bucked off onto the cold, hard earth one could only call reality tormented by a fractured fate.

 

Over the years, that silent darkness had grown deep inside the kind heart and clutched at the sides, dug in its dangerous claws and fed on the hopes and dreams of the youthful General until all that remained was regret and anger.

 

Even with these fears, the handsome face still remained... For now. But how much longer could they come to love each other before they were far too old or weak to keep the harbingers of darkness out?

 

Comments of poison followed by the breaking of the glass promptly snapped Zhou Yu out of that rage that was brought forth by the reminder of frailty he had to look forward to himself and knowing Zhang He had a heart start on him made it even worse. Their enemies were younger, stronger and more cunning than ever. Just how long could they run at this rate? How could they evade certain doom this time without the army of Wu behind them?

 

The hazelnut eyes focused on that shattered glass, leaking out the last few drops from the jagged edges while a tidy pool remained in the center of a larger piece, threatening with fangs of clear solidity as if aching to bite into their flesh. Perhaps that would have been the better option to the pain that was sure to follow challenging destiny, but salvation was never something Zhou Yu imagined to find at the bottom of a bottle.

 

"The same way I imagine our enemies will find you if they have not already."

 

At last, those concerned eyes raised with the weight of the world within them as they looked upon Zhang He to speak all of the pain and suffering he could never bring himself to say. The depth was unfathomable, no words could even begin to describe it and yet the urgency was far stronger than the horrors of the past. Without haste, they were sure to have no future.

 

Holding both of Zhang He's shoulders the pirate before him narrowed those deep hazel eyes with a deeply serious expression, a few strands of chocolate brown caressing over his masculine cheeks, daring to drape over that dark cloak which would consume his identity once again soon enough if they had the time to escape.

 

"We must leave this place. You cannot say goodbye, you can never think to return."

 

The softness that used to be evident in his gaze had been replaced by a cold dose of reality that seemed to weigh heavily down upon him as if Zhang He would disappear at any moment if they did not move.

[Shi.No.Tobiko]

Soft chocolate hues searched the depths of those hazelnut orbs as they seemed to search his own, thinking about something much farther away than them both there in the room. Parhaps thoughts from their lives a few years as they looked over at the shattered bottle of poison. He was happy to have destroyed it, knowing he would never have to utilize the wicked contents. His heart swelled in his chest as he finally saw a future. A future for them, though it was dim and dark and filled with obstacles, it was there! Zhou was no longer dead!

 

His heart sank with a heaviness when Zhou spoke words of reality, their enemies searching for him. It made him shiver to think that Sima Shi was searching for him at that moment, that he could be found so easily. He thought he had hidden himself quite well by disguising his name and turning himself back to the Chinese Opera, where he had began his career of searching for beauty. The feeling was serious as he searched those gentle eyes that had been shaped by the time they had spent away. He had grown so much since he saw him last. Zhou was no longer the handsome man in his younger prime, but now sporting his figure in his deep prime. Time and circumstance may not have been kind to himself, but to Zhou, it looked like it had made him stronger. The lines in his face were more defined and he couldn't have found him more attractive than he did at that moment.

 

Zhang stepped back as Zhou told him they had to leave, no goodbyes... No thinking of returning. He thought of his stage brother, and how everyone would wonder where he would have disappeared to. Those Chocolate hues flickered over to gaze at the door. He could handle leaving, there was no issues with it at all. Though it did sadden him to leave his newly found fame behind and to leave his stage brother behind, nothing was more important than his lover. His Zhou who had won him in that fated fight so long ago.

 

He wasn't going anywhere. No, Zhang would not leave Zhou again, he would not let him go without him anywhere. Zhang walked up to the door and latched the lock in place before pulling on it. The only way anyone would get in through that heavy portal was if they smashed it down with sheer force. Zhang turned to face Zhou as his kimono style dress slipped off of his ivory shoulder.

 

"I'll leave with you. No goodbyes. No returning. I just can't let this moment I have slip away..." He whispered as he untied the tie at his waist. Tenderly, his fingers reached up and slipped the soft silk from his other shoulder as he revealed more creamy flesh beneath. He never wore anything else under his feminine clothes. Not wanting to break the illusion of playing a woman, he wore everything a woman would. Beneath that Kimono, he was naked. With those chocolate hues upon that weathered male's figure, his own masculine appendage was raised, begging for attention as looked down. He was hard for him, even in a situation of danger... He was hard...

 

He reached down and grasped onto the base of his cock and stroked his velvety flesh slowly, agonizingly as he gasped. His flesh shivered as he displayed his need for Zhou so blatantly before him. Zhang needed him... His thumb slipped over the head of his weeping need, wiping the oozing honey off of himself, he brought it up to his lips as an eager muscle dipped out to lap over the pad of his thumb.

 

Slowly, Zhang approached Zhou before bending down to kneel before him. He rested his hands on Zhou's knees before pushing himself up to capture those silky lips with his own, passing the taste of his need off to his lover's lips with a soft groan.

 

"Zhou... We may not get this moment ever again... No one is expected back here for a while... Let me love you... Once... Before we leave... I need to taste your aching need like I have before... Please... Master... My Lord... My Zhou..." As he spoke his hand slipped into the dip of Zhou's crotch, rubbing his growing need to life. He couldn't wait... slowly, Zhang began untying the ties of his pants, pulling them away to reveal the masculine flesh beneath.

 

He was hungry... Starving... How long had it been since Zhang had laid eyes on his lover's need? As he pulled the clothing away those dark hues widened. His chocolate hair cascaded over his shoulders as his mouth watered. His tongue lapped over his lips as he leaned forward, unable to control himself, Zhang latched his lips around the head of his Lord's cock. His tongue swirled around the head, licking up the clear honey he created before slowly sucking his impressive length into his mouth. One of his hands massaged his inner thigh, while the other massaged the soft globes that hung at the base. His hand slowly moved up to grasp at the thick base of his girth. Clutching him tightly he began to stroke him in time with his head bobbing on his wonderful cock.

 

"Hnnnnmmmgmhh...." The sound of pleasure rumbled in his throat while his own need throbbed as if begging for attention from his Master.