Tea Served With Love

Chapter 2

Sorry for the delay!

I am terrible at writing smut, so I am really sorry if this is as bad as I think it might be.

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It feels like a dream. The sweet agony of want and the heat he craved.

But his mouth tastes of cheap vanilla flavoring and oolong tea with its aromatic sweetness. There is heat gathering all around him and his dark energy is quiet as if it too, cannot really believe that Zhao Yunlan is kissing him. Long fingers that speak of revolvers and recklessness, calming touches and lollipops are now cradling his head, buried in the ink black of his hair. A body, long and lean is crouched over him in the chair, sparking heat with every touch.

The fierce joy of it, the perfect, relentless press and slide of Yunlan's lush mouth against his own, has his heart beating furiously. It sounds so loud in his ears, prompting a distant memory of his first battle, the shake of his hands as he defended against a man he cannot remember, death his only goal and survival his victory. This is nothing of the kind. This is love and fire, let free after so long.

Over the centuries that have passed, rarely has a month gone by without Shen Wei dreaming of Kunlun. He is there waiting for him in the treasured memories of their past. Days of cloudy skies, his first kiss, war torn land and endless causalities. His warrior is there in nights of sweat slick skin, in the darkness of stone caverns and in pleasure filled moments tied together with love.

He gave himself, all of himself to Kunlun lying in the snow. The world and all he cherished in eyes of obsidian that stared up at him. Something like love and something else that might have been sorrow, reflecting in those beautiful depths. He never thought of tomorrow, too used to knowing that another sunrise may never come. A blade or an arrow, dark energy or his own hate-filled vengeance might spell his end before tomorrow comes.

Kunlun appeared in his world when he stood at his lowest. He pulled him and the rest of them, from the depths to the greatest triumph; a end to the war and the beginning of peace. Kunlun, with his obsidian eyes and bright, sly smile gathered him into his arms and found Shen Wei. The man not the solider.

He found himself in the huff of laughter breathed against his ear. He learned what pleasure was, guided by the hands now gripping one shoulder, caressing his jaw as a clever tongue drives him to madness. He learned what it was to yearn for a future away from war and death, a life quiet and warm with this man.

There were nights of quiet conversation, of drugging kisses and always, in his darkest times when the weight of the years pull him down like a stone crashing into a river, he thinks of those moments. He thinks of raven dark hair, a strong jaw and those smouldering eyes...

He can remember everything about Kunlun, the feel of him in his arms, the texture of his hair, his beard, the exact curve of his upper lip, the arch of his foot...but he cannot remember his scent.

It has tormented him that he cannot remember, but now...every breath he takes fills his lungs with that precious scent.

His nose is buried in Yunlan's chest, in the warm white material of his t-shirt, the zip of his leather jacket scratching his cheek as a bite to his earlobe arches his back...There it is. When Yunlan breaks away from his ear, dark eyes staring down at him, he moves closer still and oh...there it is. The day has been long, his aftershave barely present anymore on his neck and face...Kunlun.

Kunlun is in his arms. A different name but it is him. His heart soars and he moans as Yunlan settles his weight onto his lap.

He clutches Yunlan's legs afraid he will fall, his hands selfishly molding to the shape of Yunlan's lean thighs, his bent knee and marvels at the rough graze of his boot laces as they drag along his own leg. It shouldn't be erotic, but it is. He cannot stop himself pressing his fingers into muscle gently, one hand leaving his leg to caress up to the curve of his toned, perfect ass, making Zhao Yunlan laugh nearly breathlessly into his mouth.