The Spoils of War

The Spoils of War
By The Angel of Corruption

Disclaimer: Dynasty Warriors 3 does not belong to me, I am merely borrowing the pretty bishies for my own entertainment. And yours too, I guess. ^_~

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Zhang He sighed as he stumbled wearily into his tent. The battle at Chi Bi had been long and exhausting. He now wanted nothing more than to spend a relaxing night in his tent. He carefully removed his treasured Peacock Talons and gently set them to the side before shrugging off the decorative piece of shoulder armor he wore. Toeing off his violet slippers, he fell into the pile of large cushions and silks that served as his bed. He sighed happily, burying his face against the soft pillow.

Random images of the battle flitted through his head, mostly ones centering around that young noble, what was his name?…Zhou Yu, yes, that was it. Zhang He had been most entranced by the image of that young man on the battlefield. That long, dark russet hair flying about his beautifully sculpted face while that lithe little body danced gracefully amongst the soldiers, sword singing as it was whirled through the air. And even after Zhang He had defeated him he had still been beautiful, brown eyes burning as he had glared up at him with defiance. Zhang He had taken pity on the boy and had let him go; it would be a shame to remove such beauty from the world.

Zhang He turned over on his back and threw a slender muscled arm over his face, violet eyes falling shut as he cleared his mind of the battle and forced relaxing thoughts to take their place. Even though he was a strategist, he could not think of the battle every minute; he would go mad. His breath soon became slow and even and just as he was about to drift into the blessed arms of sleep, he heard the soft shifting of the cloth of the tent door being pushed aside followed by familiar soft footfalls and the light chink of armor.

A small smile curled the beautiful officer’s full lips, but otherwise he did not move. He heard light clinking sounds as armor was removed and dropped to the floor before the cushions dipped as another weight was added to them. A calloused hand ran down the front of his chest, tracing muscles, and he gasped as warm fingers closed around a pert, soft pink nipple.

“Zhou Yun…” Zhang He breathed. He felt the other officer move over him, the spear master’s smooth forehead pressed against his bare arm and the warmth of lips hovering just above his own.

“Zhang He…“ Then soft lips closed over his and a sigh escaped him. He removed his arm from his eyes and placed his hand against the back of the younger officer’s neck. When those moist lips left his own, his violet eyes fluttered open to look up into warm brown framed by thick, black lashes and set into a startlingly attractive face.

“You were beautiful in battle today, my love.” Zhang He smiled, reaching up a hand to cup the younger officer’s face.

“You are beautiful always.” Zhou Yun replied, a teasing smile lighting his features, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

“Too long. How fortunate that our camps are so near to one another this time.” Zhang He said, “Did you have trouble getting here?”

“Your soldiers are too busy celebrating their victory today. It was no trouble getting past them.”

Zhang He sighed; he hated having to sneak around like this, but it was the only way to see the spear general without causing too much trouble. Since the day they had met on the battlefield, Zhang He had been infatuated with the younger officer. He was stunning to behold; warm brown eyes, high cheekbones and a pert little nose over lush, full lips. His hair was chocolate brown and soft beneath his fingertips. His golden skin was smooth, flawless and wrapped around a perfect toned body. Zhang He had known that he wanted him the minute he had laid eyes on him; and with some doing he had managed to get the younger man to come to him. He wasn’t Wei’s finest strategist for nothing, after all.

“What’s troubling you, love?” Zhou Yun asked, noting the small frown that had formed on the peacock general’s perfect face. He leaned forward and began pressing soft kisses against the man’s jaw and trailing them down the slender white column of his neck.

“Mmm, nothing.” Zhang He purred, arching his head back to give his lover better access. His slender hands ran down the spear general’s back, fingers clenching the soft fabric of his shirt and a small gasp escaping the older officer as Zhao Yun nipped at the sensitive hollow where his neck and shoulder joined. His love knew all the right places to tease.

Zhou Yun descended farther, his tongue leaving a warm trail as he tracked his way to the other officer’s nipples. He drew a hardened bud into his mouth and Zhang He moaned softly as he felt the younger officer’s teeth scrape deliciously against the sensitive flesh. Zhou Yun’s other hand slipped up to tease the other nipple that wasn’t being molested by his mouth. The peacock general’s hands came up to grip his hair and he felt his headband being torn away and tossed aside. Then his tie was pulled loose and his chestnut tresses fell softly around his face.

Zhang He tugged the younger general back up and crushed their lips together. He ran his tongue across Zhou Yun’s full bottom lip and the other officer’s mouth immediately parted, drawing him in. His tongue slid into the moist cavern and tangled itself with its occupant, sliding together in a wonderfully erotic movement. Zhang He’s hands tugged at the fastenings of the spear general’s shirt, undoing them quickly and pushing back the fabric to reveal planes of smooth golden flesh. His hands greedily mapped over it, tracing every line, every delicate curve, eliciting soft sighs of pleasure from his lover. Zhou Yun broke away from him and leaned back, straddling the peacock general’s waist and throwing his head back as Zhang He’s lips descended on his own chest.

Hot, wet kisses speckled his tanned flesh as Zhang He teased him as he had earlier. Soft lips brushed over pert, copper nipples while hands busied themselves with his pants. A soft hand slipped itself beneath the soft fabric, brushing through the velvety curls before moving past and wrapping itself around the hardness there. Zhou Yun let out a strangled sound when he felt fingers trail delicately down his length and a thumb rub flatly against the tip.

“Do you like that, love?” Zhang He purred against the younger general’sted ted lips.

“Yes…” Zhou Yun panted, “More…” The peacock general shifted and Zhou Yun suddenly found himself on his back, looking up into a pair of violet eyes glittering with mischief and lust. He reached up and brought the general’s head close to crush their lips together. Zhang He’s lips parted for his questing tongue and drew it in, massaging it with his own. The slick muscles fought and twisted, sliding against each other before Zhou Yun had to break away to draw in shallow breaths. He moaned and writhed beneath the older officer as that hand stroked his length then whimpered in disappointment as it withdrew from him.

Zhou Yun’s eyes fluttered open and he saw Zhang He moving away from him. He reached out a hand to stop him, but the peacock general batted it away.

“Patience, little one.” Zhang He smirked. Zhou Yun felt bereft as the general’s heat left him and he watched as the other officer knelt down to remove his blue boots and toss them aside. Then he tugged the spear general’s pants down, eliciting a small gasp from the young man as the chilled night air hit the heated flesh between his legs.

Zhang He looked down at the young man and licked his lips; he was truly a delicious sight. His well muscled body was flushed and his golden skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Legs spread and lips parted, hair spread out around him like a dark halo as he looked up at the other officer with heat simmering in those rich brown eyes. Oh, so beautiful…

“What about you?” Zhou Yun breathed huskily, eyeing the peacock general’s pants. Zhang He smiled mischievously, the shadows playing about his delicate face giving him a wicked look. Reaching down, he untied the sash at his waist and let it flutter to the ground. Then his hands went to the violet silk pants and he wriggled out of them in a sensual manner, letting them fall to the floor. Then he reached up to the tie that held his hair and Zhou Yun watched with hungry eyes as it was released and cascaded down his back in gleaming auburn waves.

“Like that?” Zhang He asked softly and Zhou Yun nodded. The peacock general came back to the cushions and crawled over him, a predatory look in his violet eyes. He leaned down and closed his lips over theer oer officer’s, tongue dipping in again, this time in slow exploration. He pushed the rest of Zhou Yun’s shirt off and tossed it away. The spear general brought his hands up to rest at the small indent of Zhang He’s waist. The peacock general gripped his hips and a small gasp escaped from them both when he ground their erections together.

“Oooh…” Zhou Yun panted, his face twisting in ecstasy. His hips tried to buck up of their own volition, but they were held steady by Zhang He’s strong hands. He gasped again when Zhang He teasingly slid their members together again, back and forth, such delicious friction. Zhou Yun’s head thrashed against the silk pillows as his own hands gripped the peacock general tighter. Oh, it was so good, but it wasn’t enough…

“Zhang He!” He cried out writhing desperately beneath the older officer.

“Yes?” Zhang He purred in his ear before a tongue darted out to moisten the lobe.

“Please…it’s been so long…don’t tease me…”

“So impatient…” Zhang He sighed, ceasing the slow torture. Zhou Yun ld upd up at him with apologetic eyes, but Zhang He merely smiled and kissed him softly before settling back between the younger man’s thighs. He lifted one of the long tanned limbs, pressing a soft kiss against the back of a knee before moving on to trail kisses down a soft inner thiZhouZhou Yun squirmed as he felt the other officer nearing the place that begged the most attention, the silky strands of auburn tickling his sensitive flesh. He whimpered when he felt the general nuzzle the juncture where his thigh connected to the rest of his heated body.

Zhang He smiled as he listened to the pleasured whimpers of the man below him. Zhou Yun’s hands were tighgripgripping the sheets, his eyes half-lidded with lust and his ruddy, kiss-bruised lips parted to permit each quick breath, every shallow moan and delicious whimper. He moved away from Zhou Yun’s thigh to nuzzle the soft lighter brown curls at the base of the young man’s smooth belly. Zhou Yun whimpered and Zhang He chuckled before moving on.

Zhou Yun’s eyes flew open and he moaned loudly as he felt the first touch of Zhang He’s warm tongue against him. The general trailed the pliant muscle down his length before going back up again to dip it into the slit, tasting him. It swirled around the head before Zhang He opened his mouth and drew him in, suckling the tip.

“Oooh, Zhang He…” Zhou Yun panted as he felt the peacock general draw him further into that moist heat, working the flesh with a skilled tongue. His hand fisted itself in Zhang He’s auburn locks, hips bucking up, but the older officer allowed this. The younger man pumped almost violently in and out of that warm, wet mouth, further encouraged by the sight of himself disappearing in and out of Zhang He’s soft lips tightly sealed around him. It was not long before he felt the muscles in his legs trembling, his body tightening and that low heat in his belly growing almost unbearable. His release was near and the other officer seemed to sense this as he suddenly removed himself from Zhou Yun’s length. The spear general moaned pitifully as his hips jerked, seeking that warmth that had been torn away from him.

“Zhang He…” Zhou Yun whimpered, “Please…”

“Shh, be patient.” Zhang He whispered, pressing a finger to the spear general’s ruddy lips. Zhou Yun immediately opened his mouth and drew the digit in, sucking voraciously. Teeth nibbled gently on the soft pad and Zhang He shuddered as more heat pooled in his groin. He withdrew his finger and trailed it down the shuddering man’s chest. He circled one of the small brown nubs, wetting it before his fingers closed. Zhou Yun gasped and arched his back as Zhang He pinched him, a soft moan soon following it.

Zhang He smiled and he reached over to the small chest near his bed that held a few of his belongings. Popping open the lid, he withdrew a small jar containing scented oil that he had acquired specifically for occasions like these. He removed the lid and the scent of jasmines filled the tent. Zhou Yun watched with eager eyes as the older officer coated several of his fingers in the slick oil. Zhou Yun spread his legs further and looked wantonly up at the peacock general, then gasped when he felt that first slick finger penetrate his tender opening. Throwing his head back, he arched back into that touch, moaning his pleasure loudly.

“Shh, we can’t let the soldiers hear you.” Zhang He purred against his lips. He pressed their mouths together, swallowing Zhou Yun’s moan as he pressed in two fingers this time. Zhou Yun pressed back against them and his eyes flew open, a throttled moan escaped him, as those fingers pressed against the special spot within him. He kissed the other officer harder as he pressed in three fingers this time, moving them in and out, rubbing against that spot that was sending sparks through Zhou Yun’s vision.

“Oooh, give it to me now, I’m ready…” Zhou Yun begged, pressing harder against those fingers. Zhang He smiled and withdrew his hand, sitting back and coating his own length in the slick oil while Zhou Yun watched with hungry eyes. Positioning himself against Zhou Yun’s slick entrance he leaned forward to purr in his ear.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please, do it now…” Zhou Yun panted. He gripped the other officer’s shoulder’s as he felt that turgid length pushing into him. They moaned together as Zhang He slid himself further until he was seated to the hilt.

“Oh, Zhou Yun…it’s been so long since I’ve felt you like this…” Zhang He panted against the younger man’s shoulder. Zhou Yun’s hands busied themselves running through the other officer’s silky auburn tresses as he pressed desperate kisses against his face and neck.

“Zhang He…aah, I cannot wait…” Zhou Yun whimpered, moving against the older man and locking slim legs ad hid him. Zhang He drew himself up and gripping the younger officer’s hips, began moving his hips in an ancient rhythm. Zhou Yun crout out with each thrust and he bit his lip to keep from crying out to loudly himself. Ah, it had been so long since he had last been in this tight, heated channel, too long since he last had this beautiful man beneath him, writhing in ecstasy…

Zhou Yun moaned lowly as he felt Zhang He alter his thrusts ever so slightly so he was rubbing more fully against that spot deep within him.

“Mmm, more, harder, please…” Zhou Yun panted, his hand going up to grip the other officer’s pale shoulders tightly. Zhang He sped his thrusts up, head thrown back and mouth slack as he lost himself in the tight heat surrounding him. It was too much and he could feel himself coming closer to that pinnacle of release. Reaching between their sweating bodies, he wrapped his hand around Zhou Yun’s hard length and began stroking.

That did it for Zhou Yun. Crying out loudly, he came, his hot essence pourinom hom his shaft in uneven squirts. Zhang He moaned as Zhou Yun suddenly tightened around him and with one last thrust, he came, emptying himself in the shuddering young man below him. Panting, he fell against the spear general and felt calloused hands begin rubbing his back and shoulders in gentle motions as he caught his breath. Then, though he was loathe to do it, he pulled himself from Zhou Yun and rolled onto his side. Zhou Yun immediately curled up against him and Zhang He wrapped his arms around the younger officer, pressing a aga against his soft damp locks. Zhou Yun yawned as he pressed his cheek against the other officer’s toned chest and listened to the slowing heartbeat.

“Next battle, I’m gonna win and you’re going to be on the bottom.” He yawned. A gentle rumble reverberated through Zhang He’s chest as he chuckled softly.

“We’ll see, love, we’ll see.”

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This was my first real lemon and I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. It’s probably not one of the best ones out there, but I did my best. Thank you for taking the time to read this and please let me know what you think.