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Caged Flowers and Captive Crane
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After arriving in Jiangdong, Zhuge Liang immediately immersed himself in the search for his older brother. Just like before, he worked tirelessly like a gear, and life became an insurmountable cliff, with endless perilous peaks to traverse through the night, seemingly without end in sight. He didn't inquire about any news of Liu Bei, nor did he want to know the man's position. It was as if he could erase Liu Bei from his life by avoiding this information, as if he had never existed. Similarly, he didn't find out about Zhuge Jin's whereabouts, which wasn't too bad. At least it meant they were both temporarily safe, together, and not at risk of being intercepted or pursued by the the Cao family.
Another winter came, and a grand marriage alliance dispelled the cold within Jiangdong. Everyone knew it was a marriage arranged by the the Sun Family, and Zhuge Liang was surprised to recognize the unforgettable face from the low-resolution screen - he was getting married, to Sun Quan's sister. He hadn't expected Liu Bei to form an alliance with the the Sun Family, but he quickly questioned himself about why he was so surprised. Liu Bei would never marry an unknown person, nor would he spend his life alone for Zhuge Liang. To Liu Bei, he was just a temporary shelter that had long been forgotten in some corner of the city. Yet, despite knowing this, he still wondered where the sourness in his heart came from.
That day, the radiant happiness of the two newlyweds almost touched every citizen. As they ascended the steps in front of the ancient hall, they exchanged rings lovingly and kissed to the melodious music of the ceremony, the applause of the crowd serving as a punctuation. The girl's rosy face carried an excess of love, while Liu Bei continued to move through the celebrating crowd with vigor. Zhuge Liang observed him through sunglasses, hoping to find some trace of aging on him, but his thick black hair revealed how smoothly he had lived. Zhuge Liang stood among the dense crowd, always keeping his head down, afraid of revealing any clues. When his gaze followed Liu Bei to the front row, his composure almost shattered.
Facing them was his own brother, Zhuge Jin. He stood to the right of the head of the the Sun Family, offering a formal smile to the newlyweds. He wore a cobalt blue suit, with his hair combed back, exuding vitality. Except for his facial features, there was nothing about Zhuge Jin that resembled his former self. Zhuge Liang's tears welled up, but he restrained the impulse to rush to his older brother and quietly left.
He didn't understand and wanted to ask his older brother Zhuge Jin about the reasons for his disappearance. So a few days later, he quietly came to the the Sun Family residence again, peering through the cracks in the fence, hoping to catch a glimpse of Zhuge Jin once more. After that, he suddenly fainted as if struck by a hidden arrow.
After waking up, which is the current situation, I reunited with Liu Bei through the pitch-black eye mask.
He called out the name of Liu Bei, as if spitting out a thorn stuck in his throat.
"Are you not happy to see me? Or is your heart really that cold, unwilling to come back after leaving me."
"I knew your brother was lying to me. He clearly knows where you are."
"I was watching you the whole time at the wedding. I also know that you haven't forgotten me."
"Kongming, come back home with me."
He thought he would have mixed feelings, but after hearing Liu Bei's words, all he felt was anger, nothing but anger.
Why does Liu Bei act as if he is the one who has been wronged? How can he pretend to be deeply affectionate and want to take him back? Why does he have no shame when facing himself?
The anger burned more and more fiercely in his heart, but the bitter curses never left his mouth. Perhaps feeling tired of the silence, Liu Bei's hand began to stroke his cheek, his fingertips gently tracing his lips, as tender as a butterfly's wings brushing past.
At the moment when Liu Bei's lips were close, Zhuge Liang decisively turned his head away.
"You have a wife. You can't do this."
"What does it matter? Can I only have one wife by my side?"
Zhuge Liang Only then did he remember what kind of person the other party was, who regarded ethical and moral principles as insignificant as grass and mustard.
He couldn't see Liu Bei's eyes, only the long-lost kiss that sealed a thousand words. Unlike the previous greedy, forbidden fruit-like kisses, this kiss felt like a gentle, warm stream, melting the icebergs in his heart. He wanted to escape through the gap, but the other's lips continued to pursue, knocking on his teeth. The faint breath whispered on their cheeks, the touch of the tongue was as soft as silk, but the more it happened, the more his heart felt like thin ice. Liu Bei's tenderness was kept hidden, rarely shown. Accustomed to his brutality, this changing tenderness had a stronger impact, almost overshadowing his hatred, wanting to drown him in the love of the flesh. He had to break free, his heart said so, but his eyes involuntarily closed under the tight eye mask. If he didn't fight back, he would be completely defeated by Liu Bei.
He steeled himself and bit into the piece of flesh in his mouth.
Liu Bei was startled by the bite and finally withdrew. When their lips separated, a thin line of blood was drawn.
"You—" He wanted to strike the person beneath him in the face, but he retracted his raised hand and instead bent down to grasp Zhuge Liang's chin.
"Do you really hate me this much? Were the past few years just an act from you?" Liu Bei asked, as if he truly didn't understand why Zhuge Liang hated him.
Zhuge Liang's face was pinched painfully, just like in the old days when they used to play those binding games with Liu Bei.
"Anyway, you're not sincere, are you?"
"If I hadn't left, I would have been a dead soul under Cao Cao by now."
"Is this what you think of me?"
"It's you who killed them! My parents, and my sister! You killed them! And then you humiliated me!"
"You are originally a hypocritical pervert."
With these words, it seemed as if a fire was ignited in Liu Bei's chest. Apart from the sweet words in bed, the accumulation of days and months was filled with misunderstandings and distrust. Zhuge Liang did not know that Cao Cao needed him to threaten Zhuge Jin of the the Sun Family, just as he did not know that the person holding the gun during the massacre was not Liu Bei. But he had no responsibility to know these things. The hidden truth beneath the surface of the water accumulated into hatred, and as a result, the two of them seemed like hedgehogs back to back, pricking each other's hearts with endless bitterness.
"Yes." Liu Bei released his hand. "I am a pervert, so whether we leave tonight is not up to you." Misunderstanding doesn't matter. Zhuge Liang is already a part of him, that's an undeniable fact. Even if he carries his hatred into the grave, their souls will be buried together.
After saying this, he began to undress Zhuge Liang, like a hungry wolf about to devour fresh meat.
Soon, Zhuge Liang was stripped clean like an onion. His body quickly turned red, and his hands kept twisting in the handcuffs due to shame. His resentful eyes were sharp enough to pierce through the dark cloth covering them. His legs, encased in chains, kicked at Liu Bei desperately. His naked body was filled with unyielding spirit.
"You've lost weight, Liang," Liu Bei said, pretending to be distressed as he looked at Zhuge Liang's clearly defined bones.
"Get lost!"
This was the first time he rejected Liu Bei. The prostitute's personality reversed for the first time to become virtuous and rebellious, and Liu Bei did not kiss him again. Instead, he really began to trample on his body without any care, as if visiting a prostitute.
The drumbeat of the left breast was caught in the tongue, and Liu Bei greatly enjoyed the trembling of the snow-white body when he bit hard. His superb technique played with Zhuge Liang's twin peaks like white rabbits leaping back and forth, making it irresistible. He toyed with this soft area for a long time, until both nipples were polished into bright red cherries before stopping. Zhuge Liang still tightened his lips, refusing to let out a single moan. Liu Bei was amused by his refusal to yield, so he took a long, thick plug from the side and squeezed it between the legs of the person beneath him.
"Ah!"
The body that had not been pierced for a long time suddenly hurt so much that it couldn't function. Zhuge Liang's mouth twitched in response to the stimulation, and the long-awaited scream immediately took shape, igniting an unnamed fire in Liu Bei's body.
"How come you can't even handle this after several years of absence?"
"Pain." The person on the bed dared not move, complaining with a crying tone.
Liu Bei pretended not to hear, pushing the plug a little deeper. Every bit of Zhuge Liang's body that was inserted produced an urgent and unbearable sound. Seeing some bloodstains rubbed at the root of the leg, Liu Bei finally pulled out the wet stick, covered with eager and comforting fluid.
The heat beneath him had swelled into a desire that urgently needed to be released, but Liu Bei still did not choose to be gentle. He undid his pants and forcefully entered, reacquainting himself with that narrow and secretive territory. The moist and soft flesh eagerly sucked in the invading hardness, outlining every spiral and fold as if to devour the giant object. The sensation of being engulfed by the heat wave crawled from his lower body to his torso, heart, and brain. Liu Bei seemed to have found the patience needed to explore the cramped passage, as if it were a virgin territory on a chessboard.
Zhuge Liang was so overwhelmed by the intrusion that he could only cry out for mercy. The flesh pillar embedded in his body viciously gnawed at his inner walls. The more he tried to avoid it, the more forcefully it pressed inside. Pain and pleasure wore down his fraying nerves, just as Liu Bei's invasion wore down his spirit. He became a burdened mess, so light that he could be easily manipulated, even too feeble to self-destruct. He realized that leaving Liu Bei's grasp was beyond his control under the intense manipulation. When Liu Bei's voice had first sounded, malicious curses had coiled around his heart like vines. But now, as this person committed evil upon him, his heart felt like an immovable stone, and he despaired as he envisioned the outline of a former lover beyond the blindfold, shedding insignificant tears that rolled down behind his ears.
Seeing the person beneath him no longer struggling, but instead shedding tears, Liu Bei seemed to have softened his heart by these few drops of tears. Not only did he slow down his movements, but he also unshackled the handcuffs binding the man's wrists and wiped away his tears. However, it seemed that he was not shedding tears due to pain.
"I hate you."
As soon as Zhuge Liang let go of his hand, the pain from the restraints had not yet subsided when he began to pound Liu Bei, and with each cry, the force became heavier.
He didn't understand why he was crying, but it seemed that with tears, he could speak, so he cried even harder.
"I will...accompany you to bed, isn't it all your doing? Can you still casually ask me to go with you? You bastard...it's all because of you...my life is like this all because of you!"
"I foolishly thought you would really like me, ah...you're just a pervert! Why do I have to endure all this, endure the pain you've caused me!"
"You're just Cao Cao's assassin, aren't you? Why did you only kill them back then? Why didn't you... why didn't you also... "
He cursed intermittently, until at last only incoherent words tumbled out of his mouth as he gasped for breath. His fists, sore and tired, pushed against Liu Bei, hitting for as long as Liu Bei endured.
The falling fists were neither painful nor itchy, but every word from Zhuge Liang's mouth cursed into the depths of his heart, slowly reopening the thick calluses of memories he least wanted to face. The souls of those he had wronged were enough to stain every inch of Jiangdong's waters red, and the bullets he had dodged outnumbered the rain that pierced through the forest. The scar on his right arm from the bullet wound still remained. The kindness and benevolence that had once been his were lost when he was young and almost fled for his life. Since then, under his iron fist, countless drops of blood had been offered in mourning for the long-gone days of his youth. Those eyes filled with fear, hatred, and regret would invade his dreams on the weakest nights, scrutinizing his involuntary actions. It was then that he could see the small, weak part of himself hidden beneath the cruelty. On those nights when he fell asleep with Zhuge Liang, the exchanged body heat did not just soothe Zhuge Liang's wounds, but also the part of his soul that he never showed to anyone.
With repeated thrusts, Liu Bei had reached climax inside Zhuge Liang once. He supported the trembling legs of the person beneath him and removed their blindfold.
He saw the exhausted eyes, tinged with bloodshot, welling up with tears under the stimulation of the light, like the frail spring water about to dry up in a well. This was the first time Zhuge Liang had shown his vulnerability to him.
Zhuge Liang's eyes were stung by the light in the room, and it took a while before he could clearly see Liu Bei's face. Several strands of hair hung in front of his eyes, and hunger, cruelty, pain, and anger were mixed in the drooping eye sockets. The new wrinkles spun his skin into the glass of a rainy day, and also like the phosphorus paper struck by a match, not making him old, usually adding some dignity to him, but at this moment, he seemed a bit pitiful.
"I didn't. I didn't kill them, and I never thought of killing you. I never... thought of leaving you, Kongming."
The indoor temperature did not melt the condensed frost, but instead intensified the obscure grievances and misunderstandings in the heart, almost boiling a person.
No one remembers who kissed whom first, who moved their tongue first, who first held the other's hand, and who first kissed away the tears on the face.
Liu Bei once again entered the shaft, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Zhuge Liang. Then, a hand covered with skin, every joint precisely pushing desire into the veins, ignited Zhuge Liang's every organ. Underneath, the small shaft, under Liu Bei's touch, lifted its head and even began to actively undo Liu Bei's already loose buttons. The panting became even more seductive from the exercise of desire, and the night washed into the translucent window curtains, turning all scenes into memories of passionate love.
At this moment, the manipulation was no longer the previous wild invasion, but rather a pleasant feeling of a fish swimming gently in the water. Zhuge Liang lifted his leg to hook Liu Bei's waist, as if inviting him into the water, to go deeper.
"Should I go deeper?"
Liu Bei said to Zhuge Liang as he lay next to her, his words igniting a deeper blush on her cheeks like a fire next to dry wood.
"No..."
Zhuge Liang could feel Liu Bei's mischievous smirk in his ear, just like before when he used to tease him. The emptiness inside him was completely exposed, restrained but longing for those kisses, caresses, licks, and thrusts that could soothe his burning desire. He had fallen into Liu Bei's web, and four years of training had made him unable to survive independently when his desires consumed him. The indulgence and compliance during their intimacy seemed impossible to remove from his instincts. His hand brushed over Liu Bei's shoulder blades, intertwined behind his neck, aiming at Liu Bei's hatred, as if it was being slowly killed, watered by the entangled low moans and demands.
The passion burned at the point where they connected, turning the continuous waves of heat into sweat that lingered on their skin. They had long forgotten who they were, and tonight's purpose was simply to enjoy the surprise of reuniting through each other's bodies. Their words became insincere, but their bodies and instincts couldn't lie. They changed positions in the dim light, each skillfully navigating the sea of desire, creating ripples like water flowers. They left marks on each other's bodies, as if trying to draw out the air around the other. Zhuge Liang left his marks on Liu Bei's waist, chest, and thighs, while Liu Bei's back bore Zhuge Liang's scratch-like red lines. They made the bed shake with their frenzy, becoming animals seeking pleasure wherever it led, listening to each other's bodies express admiration and adoration, igniting the fire of climax in a secluded pool. Zhuge Liang was lost in the destructive pleasure and missed Liu Bei's fleeting "I love you," but it didn't matter; their physical love surpassed all language. He chased after Liu Bei's increasingly rapid movements, finally seeing the bright light amidst the crashing waves, arching his back to receive the essence clinging to the inner wall.
Liu Bei's tired strands of hair tickled Zhuge Liang's face, as he watched the person on top slowly settle into his embrace, still moving reluctantly. It looked like surrender, and he felt that this war had found a new victor. It seemed like he had gained the upper hand for the first time in the battle of love.
In the end, Liu Bei leaned down and kissed him. In that instant, Zhuge Liang felt the unadorned sincerity contained in the kiss, a pure taste of guilt.
"I'm sorry."
"Let's go home. Just the two of us, I promise."
His nose was resting against his cheek, and his apologetic tone carried a hint of pleading, flowing delicately between them like fine threads, softly brushing against their ears, afraid of hurting Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang Without a response, he buried his head in the pillow with a different kind of guilt after the tide receded, and closed his eyes, which were almost rusty. As he gradually sank into a deep sleep, he felt a small kiss fall on his shoulder, like a firefly passing by in the night sky.
The next day when he woke up again, there was still no sign of anyone by the pillow, but the quilt on him seemed to have been intentionally tucked in. He got up wrapped in his robe and discovered a bunch of bright yellow roses placed on the bedside table. As he approached the bouquet, he noticed a shiny silver ring on top of it.
He picked up the ring, half believing and half doubting, and it fit perfectly on his ring finger.
"Are you awake?"
Zhuge Liang Turning around, Zhao Yun was laughing, and strangely, he was still wearing an apron.
"Big brother made a big table of food for you and asked me to call you."
This made him even more confused. The Liu Bei he knew would even have servants pour his wine, let alone cook.
Zhao Yun looked at the dazed Zhuge Liang and thought he was still angry, so he continued, "If you don't have an appetite, don't eat. In my opinion, don't forgive him too quickly."
"No, I... I'll be there in a moment," Zhuge Liang said.
Zhao Yun glanced between his fingers, nodded, and then hurried out, presumably to report the good news to his eldest brother. Zhuge Liang lowered his head again to look at his fingers, wondering when he had opened the door and how he had let Liu Bei slip in so quietly.
Before long, the first light of dawn dispersed the silent darkness in the room. The conflicts that had persisted through the long years faded in the bright sunlight and reached a compromise through conversation. They rebuilt the shattered barriers between them and agreed not to break them again. Zhuge Liang placed his left hand in Liu Bei's palm, and their fingers warmed the ring, which he never took off again.
Zhuge Jin woke from a nap to see a plane slowly departing from the sky outside the window. He guessed what had happened the night before. He couldn't stop Zhuge Liang from returning to that gilded cage, so he could only gaze at the distant sky and sigh. In the long and arduous remaining years of Liu Bei and Zhuge Liang, only death could separate them once again.
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