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When there are nights that are melancholy, it becomes a night that is hard to sleep. Especially for someone who already struggled with it due to the endless nightmares that tortured his slumber. In those nights, Jiyan would have a routine, like visiting Knell Square to pay his respects, read some books by the window, or even stare at some pictures of people he missed. As a general, everyone and everything comes and go, and you are left to accept whether this is a curse or part of your job.
But there is one person, whose disappearance left a void in Jiyan’s heart. His disappearance was sudden, no words nor a goodbye. Worse, Jiyan saw him disappear when attacking Ovathrax, and he never appeared again.
He was not someone who would fight out of courage or righteousness, he only sees war as something that needs to be stopped by all means. Yet Jiyan would ignore that, hoping he would change.
After the man’s disappearance and Jiyan’s promotion as a General, everything and everyone moved on as usual.
Until one fateful day, when Jiyan approached his office with a few files in hand, he spotted a figure standing in his office, flipping through a few books that mainly covered war and strategies, barely fiction nor anything lighthearted. One does wonder how Jiyan enjoyed these types of books without risking boredom.
Jiyan froze for a moment, eyes a little wide when he recognised the figure. The figure slotted a book back into the shelf, smiling as he faced Jiyan, his golden eyes gleaming a familiar shine.
“General Geshu?” Jiyan broke the silence.
Jiyan was in shock. The man before him was lost for a few years, now in front of him all fine and healthy, as if he was not lost to time.
Jiyan can only wonder how. He felt excited to see Geshulin again, but yet he felt hesitant as he slowly placed his files on his desk.
Geshulin chuckled and approached Jiyan.
“Still the same, Jiyan.”
Geshulin raised his hand, putting it on Jiyan’s chin and lifting his head gently. Jiyan gulped a lump in his throat, sweat rolling down the side of his face as Geshulin examined Jiyan, approaching close to the point of intimacy. He dragged his thumb across Jiyan’s lips, while Jiyan’s ears and cheeks warmed up and gets tinted red. Before Jiyan can even process the actions Geshulin was doing, his lips were met with Geshulin’s, who kissed him sloppily and with utmost passion. Jiyan moaned in the kiss, keeping up with Geshulin’s movements.
A saliva thread formed after Geshulin pulled away, a smirk plastered on his mouth. His hands traced through Jiyan’s abs, slowly and gently, and Jiyan can only watch and shiver until he finally chose to grab Geshu’s hand, catching his breath.
Jiyan took a deep breath. “Is it really you?”
Geshulin let out a laugh, stepping back and extending his arms. “What do you mean, is it really me?”
He spun around slowly, before putting a hand on his waist. “Of course!”
“But… but you were-”
“Dead?” Geshulin crossed his arms. “Well, me standing here proved otherwise, no?”
What Geshulin said is true. He probably survived the attack long ago and finally recovered enough strength to come back. But he still looked the same, suspiciously the same. As if time did not touch him, leaving him unaging.
“How long have you been here?” Jiyan questioned.
There are so many more questions Jiyan wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to know. An impossible situation, knowing he saw Geshulin disappearing right in front of his eyes on that brutal night, and here he stood. Still the same as before, and Jiyan was left to wonder if he is willing to accept this reunion of someone he thought he would have moved on from.
“A while. Come, let’s catch up.” Geshulin shrugged his shoulders. “Let's spar with a hologram.”
Jiyan shook his head. “I have reports to work on.”
“You clearly missed me and the first thing in your mind is work?” Geshulin laughed. “You’ll have time. Come.”
———
One of the closest hologram arena in the Desorock Highlands is the Impermanence Heron, and frankly a hologram not many rangers and fighters are a fan of, due to its higher skill level. But for people like Jiyan and Geshulin, almost every holograms placed all over Jinzhou are a piece of cake.
Jiyan approached the pedestal and switched it on, the device eventually materialising the Heron. Even though it is just a hologram, the purple-black bird with three heads looked convincingly real, and its attacks and effects can leave one with real injuries. Thankfully it is tuned enough to not cause severe injuries or deaths, but advanced holograms are no joke despite it being used for training purposes.
“Looks like it got some upgrades while I was gone.” Geshu nodded, readying his broadblade.
Jiyan nodded his head in agreement as a jade spear manifested in Jiyan’s hand.
Despite being away for years, Jiyan and Geshulin’s attacks surprisingly synergised with each other, creating a few waves of synchronisation between a huge broadblade and a spear, the winds accompanying the dark purple flames that burned the Heron as it let out a painful screech. Geshulin still retains his instincts and techniques, not a single delay or hesitation. With Jiyan’s Qingloong, Jiyan easily parried each attack with ease while Geshulin approached with offense, eradicating the Heron with his flaming forte.
Jiyan remembered this is a level six hologram level, which means you simply cannot brute force to win. With his Qingloong, Jiyan grabbed Geshulin and pulled him away from the Heron’s murderous sight while Jiyan stepped forward. He launched himself off the ground, the wind helping him levitate himself before sending his spear down to the Heron, manifesting it as his Qingloong as it consumed the Heron, immediately ending the hologram fight. The spear landed on the ground, shaking upon impact before dissipating away.
From behind, Jiyan heard Geshulin’s slow claps as he slowly walked towards him.
“I have to admit, you have improved.” Geshulin praised.
“Learnt some techniques from you.”
Still not satisfied that it was a fast hologram spar, both went to reset the hologram again, fighting with great teamwork. Eventually it became a fight on who can slay the heron faster, a showcase of combat prowess between the current general and the former general.
———
Late evening loomed down the Desorock Highlands, cooling the hot summer temperature down throughout the former nature park. Though as night slowly creeps, that meant more Tacet Discords appearing and roaming around, making the area empty than before with only Midnight Rangers roaming around as part of their duties.
Jiyan and Geshulin however was still standing nearby the hologram arena, resting and drinking a bottle of water to rehydrate themselves.
“I’m still not used to you treating me like this after what happened.” Jiyan confessed, slowly facing Geshulin. “Tell me, where were you? Where have you been?”
Geshulin’s brows narrowed slightly, a small frown curled down his lips. “Is my disappearance that important to you?”
“yes, what if you are an imposter—”
Jiyan felt himself being pinned to the cold ground immediately. He felt his body being pressed on, feeling Geshulin’s warm breath brushing against his ear.
Reverberations in this world can appear as a normal human, phenomenons humans would call spirits or ghosts. But they are simply leftover frequencies, waves of existence that refuses to fade even after death.
“How will you prove that I am an imposter?” Geshulin whispered.
In this case, Jiyan cannot refute Geshulin, there is no way to prove Geshulin’s status. His personality is still the same, everything about him is still the same. Nothing about him was replaced. Geshulin is truly with him, beside him, in front of him. His warmth and touch felt so real that Jiyan gave up his hesitation, choosing to believe that the man behind him is truly Geshu, the man he once lost years ago.
Jiyan struggled to get up and shove Geshulin away, but Geshulin resisted, pushing Jiyan down with his body weight.
“Must I prove to you that I am the real Geshulin, Jiyan?” Geshu whispered again, one hand tracing on Jiyan’s back, specifically on Jiyan’s tacet mark.
Jiyan shivered, the sensitivity intensified whenever there was contact with his tacet mark. Geshulin even left a few kisses that caused Jiyan to blush, but he resisted and struggled again.
“Geshulin-”
“What's wrong? Because we are out in the open? It’s not like people walk around here, especially in the evening.”
Desorock Highlands was pretty barren after all, since it is constantly filled with Tacet Discords roaming around. No ordinary person or Resonators not trained for combat can easily roam the Highlands freely, especially when you see at least one TD every five meters.
But this is not what Jiyan wanted. He is happy that Geshulin is home, but not like this.
And for Geshulin, he found an opportunity. The sparring took quite a while, and both were tired. As night begins to fall with the moon being the only source of light, Geshulin decided to use Jiyan for himself. With Jiyan in his grasp, Geshulin decided to push the opportunity to make Jiyan his, even in the most inappropriate place.
Geshulin turned Jiyan over, slowly unclipping every belt buckle and straps Jiyan has, loosening every layer of his robes and body suit. Jiyan wanted to stop Geshulin but Geshulin growled, making use of a belt to tie up Jiyan’s hands over his head.
“Don’t make me tie up your mouth next.” Geshulin spoke softly, bringing one knee to Jiyan’s bulge.
Geshulin traced his hands over Jiyan’s chest and abs again, smiling to himself. Jiyan shivered a little, watching Geshulin’s hands traced down to his V-line. Jiyan wanted to move away, but Geshu stopped Jiyan, pushing him with his other hand. Geshulin slowly pulled down Jiyan’s pants, revealing Jiyan’s member that had already leaked with precum.
Geshulin chuckled, licking his lips.
“Despite your hesitation, you still want me, don’t you?”
Jiyan remained silent. He is shameful of it, but it does not remove the fact that Jiyan does not want this.
Geshulin leaned closer to Jiyan, kissing him aggressively as he pressed his bulge against Jiyan’s member, causing Jiyan to shake and moan in the kiss. Geshulin rubs himself on Jiyan for a bit, causing Jiyan’s legs to widen, unable to fight the pleasure that Geshu is feeding him.
Geshulin slowly backed away, unzipping his own pants to reveal his own hard length that was also dripping with precum. But first, Geshu split Jiyan’s legs further before inserting two fingers into Jiyan’s anus, causing Jiyan to squirm. His body wanted to reject the foreign object entering him, but Geshulin continued to fight it so he could loosen Jiyan up. Jiyan gasped and moaned in pain, unused to the weird feeling, reminding him of the fact that this is finally his first time in a few years having this deed with his former lover, except that this is done forcefully in an open field.
Once satisfied, Geshulin grabbed Jiyan’s hips. Geshulin is not someone who would watch for Jiyan’s comfort, and so he roughly inserted his length into Jiyan, causing Jiyan to squirm much more, then to gasp and moan loudly, arching his back as his legs were unable to stay still. Despite Jiyan’s rough walls that were trying to reject Geshulin’s member, Geshu forced it in till his satisfaction, slowly thrusting as he eyed Jiyan’s pained expression.
Jiyan’s mind was filled with racing thoughts, his heart beating out of his chest. He is unsure of what to feel at this moment, knowing he cannot struggle nor escape. Every burning sensation he felt at each thrust repulses him, yet it builds up a sense of stimulation and pleasure, to the point Jiyan was unsure if the tears from his eyes are from enjoyment or him unable to get away from Geshulin. His mouth would let out moans and gasps, his back would arch, and his lips would be filled with forceful and sloppy kisses from Geshulin.
To Jiyan, everything happened too fast. He just met Geshulin in the afternoon, how did it lead to this? Was it his fault that it lead Geshulin to do this to him?
Jiyan felt his arms being held by Geshulin with a tight grip, sensing Geshulin’s member going deeper into him as Geshulin grunts and moans with each thrusts that get harder and faster. Jiyan, unwilling to decide what to feel beyond this point, let himself into the pleasure, releasing more moans.
Maybe if this is indeed truly Geshulin… maybe enjoying this moment, this reunion, would be harmless.
Jiyan’s throat finally vibrated, a word he was so hesitant to speak.
“Ge… geshulin..”
Geshulin smirked, leaning close to Jiyan as he let go of Jiyan’s wrist, cupping one side of his cheek.
“Say that again?”
“Geshulin…”
Geshulin let out a small laugh. “So obedient… Jiyan…”
And again, a sloppy, messy kiss with muffled moans. Each break would result in another kiss, as if Geshulin disliked Jiyan trying to resist the act away from him.
Geshulin then turned Jiyan sideways, holding his head down with more aggression. The shift in position made the thrusts even more painful for Jiyan, who scratched the ground as more tears rolled down his eyes. The pain eventually led down to more pleasure, with Jiyan realising Geshulin was hitting his prostate that it made Jiyan’s eyes no longer focused, blurring out as his eyes rolled upwards.
It did not take long for Geshulin to release inside of Jiyan, moaning with satisfaction. Jiyan moaned as well, his face stained with tears and mouth covered in drool, his breath heavy. Geshulin pulled out, cum exiting Jiyan’s hole like a small waterfall as he took a deep breath, leaning back to ease himself. Jiyan released his hands from his own belt that was tied by Geshulin, wanting to sit up. However the pain on his lower half made it unbearable that he continued laying down for a while. Geshulin laughed, sitting beside Jiyan as he looked at the sky, a silver glow from the moon shining on the silhouette of the former general.
Jiyan was unable to look away, fascinated by his beauty. Despite what had happened, Jiyan realised he cannot move on from Geshulin, like a binding curse that forever tied him to the former general.
“Come. Let’s get you home. It won’t be nice if your soldiers does not see you by the morning.” Geshulin broke the silence.
Geshulin wanted to offer Jiyan a piggyback ride, but Jiyan rejected the offer. Jiyan dressed himself properly, clipping back all buckles and belts before standing up with a grunt.
“No need.” Jiyan replied.
It was still too much for Jiyan, still too sudden.
Geshulin chuckled, walking ahead of Jiyan first. “Whatever you say.”
Was it all worth it? After losing Geshulin for a long time, was what happened really worth it?
Jiyan was lost in thought, still trying to process the flow of events that lead to this moment. Maybe it was nostalgia, maybe it was desire, maybe it was longing. After all, this was not the first time that Geshulin initiated something similar during their time together.
Maybe indeed, Geshulin is back.