Xiao Fang couldn't phantom the idea of making love. At least, not at a time when his lover was in distress. Yet, when Wang Yi's fingertips ghosted over his lips, his eyes fluttered close, leaning against the touch.

"Yi," his whispered words came out breathless. "You're not thinking straight... You cannot cover up the hurt you feel inside with.... With.... Love making."

Yi had told him he would not harm himself — he told him he had not lost himself. Pain still lingered in his lover's eyes, though.

"Please," Yi begged, slithering his fingers in Xiao Fang's hair. "I need this, Fang-ge."

"You don't even know what to do," Xiao Fang said before he could stop himself.

Yi's hot breath hitched against his face. "Teach me," he said, his eyes soft while he pressed his chest against Xiao Fang's. "Show me — I want to make love to you — show me how."

They had not talked about sex between men. The topic never came up, and Xiao Fang believed his lover must've been too uncomfortable to confine to him. And although his body craved countless, times for Yi's touch, in his dreams and when he was awake, he never sought to pry.

It was humiliating to talk about... Xiao Fang felt humiliated.

"We..." Xiao Fang wetted his lower lip as his body heated up with desire. "We need oil."

Yi wrinkled his forehead, seemingly deep in thought before he got off the bed, walking over to the drawer at the opposite end of the room.

As Yi rummaged through his drawer, Xiao Fang chewed on his lower lip.

Even though he had lovers in the past, he never slept with them.

Nonetheless, he was far from pure, perfect. He had experimented with himself. He sought pleasure with his fingers, and objects. Xiao Fang's cheeks colored in embarrassment just thinking about the times he spent withering with pleasure under the covers, trying to curb the lonesome feeling embedded deep in his bones. At the time, he had craved a lover.

"Is this all we need?" Yi asked, showing Xiao Fang a bottle of oil.

"Mm... Yes," Xiao Fang mumbled.

Yi came back, sitting on the bed beside Xiao Fang. "I've never slept with anyone, Xiao Fang," he admitted. "What do I do?"

Xiao Fang's breath hitched — his cock instantly twitched. The need to paste himself against his lover's body, and take everything, every part of him, burnt bright in his brain. He wanted this younger man; desired this younger man so terribly.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, not taking his eyes off his lover.

"I don't understand," Yi admitted, sounding parched, and nervous. "Take off your shirt?"

Xiao Fang would've laughed at the innocence radiating off Yi's tinted lips. Instead, he complied. "You're next," he whispered.

Yi's soft eyes slowly dragged over his smooth, firm chest, hungrily. For a month, his eyes darkened. "Okay," he agreed, tugging his shirt free. "What else?"

Xiao Fang's eyes loiter over the bulge on his lover's throat, down to the firm abs, curving in all the right directions. "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked. "Or do you want... Me to fuck you?"

Yi's eyes dropped to the bottle in shame. "Does it matter?"

"It doesn't," Xiao Fang said.

Yi's eyes met him. "What do you want?"

"I want... I want you to fuck me," Xiao Fang admitted with tinted cheeks.

Hesitantly, Yi hooked a sweaty finger under his chin, kissing him featherlight on the lips... On his forehead. "If that's what you want," he whispered, his tone dark, commanding. "Can you... Lie down."

That was what he wanted.

Ignoring the dent in his pants, Xiao Fang instantly obeyed.

It was finally happening — Xiao Fang felt warmth blossom in his stomach. However, while Yi got off the bed, took his time to remove his trousers, and studied Xiao Fang's face, the younger man's breathing staggered, looking dangerously delicious hovering over him.

The minute the trousers dropped to the floor, finally Xiao Fang's eyes glazed over the nakedness. He felt the insides of his mouth turning to sandpaper. He knew his lover had a big cock — he had felt it through his underwear and had dragged his fingers over the bulge playfully many times. Yet, his eyes watered at the huge cock in front of him, completely stiff, long, and sizzling from the tip.

The tips of Yi's ears tinted in shame — his entire body seemed flushed, covered in sweat. "Do you like it?" he asked, his voice suddenly hoarse.

"I..." Xiao Fang blinked back up at the younger man. "Yes."

Quickly, Xiao Fang fumbled with the buttons on his trousers before the bed dipped with his lover's weight. "Let me," Yi stopped him.

Xiao Fang's eyes fell on his lover, kneeling on the bed, reaching for the buttons on his trousers. "Okay," he swallowed down the lump in his throat.

With shaky fingers, Yi shuffled the buttons, down to the zippers of Xiao Fang's trousers, before tugging them off, along with his underwear. The younger man was anxious, blossoming with innocence. His thoughts weren't tainted like Xiao Fang's. For a moment, he just stared in a trance at Xiao Fang's cock, fulling out thick, long, and covered in veins.

Yi worried his lower lip red, hesitating to touch it.

"Go on," Xiao Fang urged, smiling up at Yi while his heartbeat thundered in his ears, and the muscles in his throat were so tight, he could barely breathe. "You can touch me."

Instinctively, like a curious child, Yi's silky fingers moved along the lines of hair from Xiao Fang's navel, leading down to his hardened cock. He stopped just at the base, anticipating before he finally brushed his fingers on the lines of the older man's cock. "It's beautiful, "he commented, his voice was so ragged that he seemed taken back by his own words. "You're beautiful... And handsome. Absolutely perfect."

Yi's words always got to Xiao Fang, and his face burned bright pink because of his lover.

A shuddering gasp fell from Xiao Fang's watery mouth when Yi grasped his cock in a firm grip, giving it a light, experimenting stroke.

The hardness of Yi's palm sent the older man's cock twitching sinfully, so his eyelashes flickered gracefully. "Just... Just like that," he whispered, eyes closed, feeling his lover leaning down, breathing ragged close to his face, nibbling his ear. "Just like that."

"I love how you smell, Fang-ge," Yi added, staring at Xiao Fang's parted lips, his knitted eyebrows, and his quickening breathing.

Yi's eyes were glistening from the flickering light coming from the candle flame on the tabletop at the opposite end of the room, looking ethereal.

Seeing this... This beauty, Xiao Fang couldn't contain himself.

He groaned, tugging his lover in for a passionate, hungry kiss. While Yi's fingers slipped from him, he bit on his lover's lips painfully hard, stealing his breath away. At this moment, a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders — the younger man's lips, his body's temperature, and the beautiful little moans he desperately attempted to stifle out, fit perfectly.

When Yi parted his lips, shyly smiling down at him, he embraced the younger man's face. "You make me happy," Xiao Fang breathed, gently rubbing his thumbs against his lover's reddened cheeks. "The happiest I've ever been."

Yi was looking at him with so much love, so much tenderness, so much passion — and longing, and... Home. The younger man looked at him as if he was home.

"I love you, Fang-ge," the words fell from Yi's mouth effortlessly. "You make me feel complete. I love you."

It was the first time Yi had mentioned the word love. It made Xiao Fang's insides burst with an abundance of joy. "I've been meaning to tell you," he said in a soft voice. "I... I love you too, Yi – I love you so much."

This time, Yi kissed him passionately – wordlessly telling Xiao Fang he knew. He knew all along. Anyone would know; Xiao Fang's eyes could not betray him, and neither could his smile.

When they parted their lips again, breathing relentlessly into each other's faces, Xiao Fang dragged his fingers over his lover's chiseled chest, refusing to meet his eyes. "Yi... You... Need the oil," he mumbled before chewing on his lower lip. It was tougher to say than he'd thought.

"Mm," Yi hummed. However, shyness coated the young man's face once more. And yet, without hesitation, he stretched for the bottle of oil next to him, pouring out quite plenty.

"Yi?" Xiao Fang's cheeks were bright red. "I'm really embarrassed... Aren't you?"

Yi narrowed his eyes, unbothered by the oil dipping out of his palm. "No... Why would I be embarrassed?" he deadpanned. "I... I'm confused, though. I..."

A soft smile filled Xiao Fang's face. "Here... Let me show you." He took his lover's oil-coated fingers, taking them between his legs, by his opening. When Yi's finger brushed against his entrance, he blushed. "Right there," he directed. "One finger at a time, okay?"

"...Okay," Yi breathed huskily before experimentally pressing a finger inside the older man's entrance. Hearing Xiao Fang gasping from the intrusion, his body slightly twitching, Yi paused, distressed. "Does — did I hurt you?"

Xiao Fang swallowed hard. "It will hurt for a little bit... Keep going... And add another finger."

"Mm," Yi hummed, gently messaging another finger inside Xiao Fang.

As Xiao Fang squeezed the sheets, he kept looking at his lover's face; lost in his eyes while he ached wonderfully from where the younger man fingered him.

He had dreamt of his young lover fucking him. The touch in his dreams always made warmth pooled from his insides. In real life, his toes were curling, his heart slowed down — light cut-out moans filtered through the icy winter air... It was real.

"That's enough," he breathed through hooded eyes. "Take me... Please."

Yi looked dizzy with desire, seemingly lost in a trance while completely forgetting the burden he suffered through earlier. And as if he was catching up, he dripped oil on his cock before he went between the older man's legs, parting his thighs further.

"If I hurt you, tell me," Yi spoke softly, dragging the tip of his finger against the line of Xiao Fang's cock, marveling at how it jumped. "I don't want to hurt you."

Despite feeling embarrassed while Yi stared at his open entrance, Xiao Fang smiled a little at his lover's thoughtfulness. "I will."

Then, Yi leaned down, pressing their chests together.

While their heartbeats were mingling, their breathing face-by-face, their body temperature scorching together as one, Xiao Fang could feel his lover's cock, longer, thicker than before, pressed against his, before his lover moved, struggling a bit before he finally moved further in, achingly gentle, seemingly afraid Xiao Fang might break.

They both gasped shuddering breaths: Xiao Fang from the painful sting, smoothing out to a delicious sensation. While Yi's mouth dropped slack, tilting up to the heavens, the bulge in his throat bobbed beautifully from pleasure – from the tightness trapping him.

It had been ages since Xiao Fang had touched himself, so when his lover rocked his hips, thrusting deeper, completely sending himself inside Xiao Fang's tight heat, his arms tussled to reach the younger man's shoulders, while moaning softly to avoid anyone from hearing.

"Everything about you..." Yi said, his lazy eyes glazing over Xiao Fang's. "God, everything about you is perfect."

Yi inclined his body, his piping hot chest pressed against Xiao Fang's chest, his fingers curling inside Xiao Fang's hair before capturing his lips, kissing him sloppy, needy, lovingly.

Overcame with thoughts of nothingness, Xiao Fang gasped, his eyes falling shut when his lover started moving rhythmically inside him. For an inexperienced man, his young lover was one in a million, taking him to bliss. They were truly one – connected, each stroke seemed to awaken a different feeling, making goosebumps litter his body, shaking his legs.

Xiao Fang felt love — real love.

The raging war outside no longer seemed to matter.

Their unwritten future no longer seemed to matter.

Nothing seemed to matter.

"Yi..." As the words came out of his mouth like sinful music, he sank his teeth into his young lover's collarbone. "You're so good... The best."

As Yi smiled down at him, sweat coated his body, glistening like diamonds. "You're sexy like this," he whispered, voice hoarse as he moved faster. "You know that?"

Xiao Fang hummed with closed eyes, reaching for his cock before giving himself unforgiving strokes. The euphoria filling him felt intolerable.

A minute later, Yi groaned, concealing his face in the crock of Xiao Fang's neck. "Xiao Fang, I don't — don't think I can last any longer."

"I – "Xiao Fang gasped, the words dying out from his mouth.

While he continued stroking himself faster between their pressed bodies, he didn't think he could last longer either. And when he felt his young lover's nails sink deep into his waist, he opened his legs wider. Yi responded, filling him over and over with his throbbing cock. Xiao Fang's free arm clung to him, pulling his face close for another biting kiss.

Their breathing quickened — faster, wavering.

When the feeling — almost like a sheet of lightning — zipped down Xiao Fang's body, straight to his throbbing cock, he slowly tossed his head back, moaning softly as he reached his climax, spreading his seed all over their chests.

Yi gripped the sides of his face, thrusting his cock with deep, relentless movements, despite Xiao Fang's punched-out breathing. "You're so good to me," his lips trembled before his mouth fell slack as he spilled his seed, moaning of pleasure into the night, stuffy air.

Afterward, they lay inside each other's arms, clinging together.

"If I knew sex would've felt so... So great... I would've taken you a long time," Yi hummed in a daze. "You were perfect. I want you to stay with me tonight... And tomorrow night too. Can I sleep in your arms tonight?"

"Mm-hm." Despite Xiao Fang's body feeling lax, he drew his young lover's head against his chest. "I feel so loved, Yi," he commented before slithering his fingers in his lover's hair, gently massaging his scalp. "You make me the happiest I've ever been."

Yi yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. "You too..." he mumbled, snuggling his face deeper into Xiao Fang's chest. "...Make me the happiest."

Then, no one uttered another word.

Too breathless, too exhausted, Yi drifted off to sleep.

After a good several minutes passed, Xiao Fang looked at Yi peacefully asleep. The younger man hadn't slept at ease in months, so it was good he was getting some shuteye.

A little smile formed on Xiao Fang's face, and he sighed contentedly before his eyes traveled to the front door. And for a moment, he stared at it, trying to pinpoint what seemed to be so out of place. The room door was slightly opened. Maybe four, or five inches. Something felt wrong. The sight made his gut twist. Surely, he had locked the door earlier... Hadn't he? Or perhaps it was a mistake on his part? Perhaps he must've truly forgotten to close it? Perhaps it was all an imagination? Or... Perhaps someone must've been spying on them?

He looked back at his lover, wondering whether he should speak to him about this.

While he contemplated his decision, he brought the bedsheet to cover his lover's exposed chest before he walked over to the front door. He peaked outside, but the hallway remained empty, soundless in the dead of night. To be honest... He would rather not say anything.

He might've indeed forgotten to close the door.

It was just a ridiculous, possibly lethal, mistake.

Nothing more... Nothing less.

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The corridors echoed with the faint pitter-patter of footsteps. There was no one in sight – all the soldiers snuggled in their beds, under their sheets. And the soldiers guarding the base were all outside, braving the winter air for the night. Inside the barracks, there was no one.

No one... Except for Zichen.

When the soldier crossed the east wing, long gone from Commander Yi's dorm room, a kodak camera clutched inside his jacket, a devious smile crept up on his face. Although he knew he shouldn't be smiling just yet, he knew he had finally won this game despite the disgusting ordeal he had been forced to witness going on inside Commander Yi's room.

Although he might never admit his hidden desires to others, he secretly envied Commander Yi. And though his envious ways were poisonous, he still looked up to the young man; viewed Commander Yi as a role model. Before, if he could, he would trade places with the ignorant fool. Now, after finding out his secrets, not so much.

Zichen never would've thought a well-respected man such as Commander Yi, putting on a mask for all the world, would be a sickening disgrace to the Communist Regime. Not only to the regime but to all of humanity, after he revealed his true colors since that Chiang Kai-Shek following bastard, Xiao Fang showed up.

However, despite the immoral lifestyle, they took part in, if it wasn't for Xiao Fang's big mouth, he might've let it slide.

That night when he warned Xiao Fang – told him he had seen the two abominations tongue-fucking in the shooting range, he had expected the doctor to run to his lover... And he had expected Commander Yi to kill him. After all, after rumors floating around of Commander Yi fucking a man... It would've tarnished his reputation. Instead, Xiao Fang laughed in his face. Called him a nobody. That Nationalist fool even had the guts to threaten him!

Zichen patted the camera through his jacket, a blissful satisfaction swelling his insides. Xiao Fang was right about one thing, though: Zichen indeed had no evidence. And if it wasn't for the camera sent down from Beijing last week to capture new routes as they travel, he might've never gotten any evidence.

Now, the ever-so-perfect Commander Yiand, his bastard lover would face his wrath because of the photographs Zichen captured of them disgustingly fucking each other... Those two abominations would never see the light of day again once word got out!

"What are you doing here?"

Startled, Zichen hissed before twisting behind him and frowning at Wen Han, Commander Yi's lapdog.

"Couldn't sleep," he faked a smile. It wasn't like he was afraid of the soldier, but Wen Han was higher in rank; thus, he had more power, and he could ask questions Zichen rather not answer. "Enough about me... What are you doing here?"

Since Zichen was shorter, Wen Han glanced at him from head to toe, making him feel small. "Just finished guarding my post," he said in a flat tone while narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Zichen before he folded his arms. "Get back to bed... You should know better than to be wandering about."

Zichen resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, no problem," he hummed before he took a glance down, wordlessly gloating at the thickness of his winter jacket, perfectly hiding his camera from bulging out. "Okay... Anyways, I'm leaving."

As Zichen sauntered away, Wen Han kept his eyes pierced on him. And though he didn't expect anything better from Commander Yi's lapdog, he silently prayed the lapdog wouldn't call him out for his suspicious behavior.