Tarzhan x Babylord

@Babylord Amused, Zhan let go of his past feelings toward an extremely powered Yibo. He unclipped and unbuckled his armour, letting the heavy metal drop to the floor of the temple with a /clang/. Yibo liked it, Zhan knew. Beneath his armour, his robes were bound tightly against his body, the mass of muscle beneath cloth obvious and bulging. "My lord, please relax in the lounge while I prepare our meal," Zhan said, having regained his composure quickly. Even if he accepted Yibo wholly, all his power inclusive, that didn't mean Zhan was going to slack in his duties. "The kitchen will be too hot for you." Zhan kissed Yibo's forehead. "Wait for me."

@Tarzhan As they rose together, Yibo nodded in understanding of Zhan's sentiments. "Ah Zhan is not wrong to have doubted me before," Yibo coaxed the younger, feeling Zhan's hot breath on the back of his hand, "I don't mind if you've had your doubts," Yibo admitted honestly, "Because Ah Zhan has always been beyond loyal to me. And I know you'll be very loyal to me here on out, so do not worry." Yibo tilted his head back slightly, looking up at Zhan as he gently tightened his grip around the younger's hands, "Yes, I'm hungry~I want to eat Ah Zhan's vinegar chicken." he declared, then letting go of Zhan's hand and opted to loop his arms around the younger's instead, "My handsome soldier should change first! How unsightly would it be for a soldier to wear his armor into the kitchen!"

@Babylord Feeling Yibo's hands lifting him, Zhan raised his head, his hands moving automatically to cup the deity's elbows. "Yes, my lord, I'm grateful, he repeated, wincing as his knees ground against the stone floor. Leaning into Yibo's hand, Zhan turned slightly to kiss his palm before standing with the older. It was indeed time for dinner, but Zhan wasn't ready to let Yibo go just yet. "I'm sorry I doubted that you when you told me all those stories. You are just so fragile the rest of the time, I find it hard to believe," Zhan blurted out. He held Yibo's white, unmarked hands in his tanned, calloused ones between them. "Are you hungry, my lord? I will cook for you tonight. As my apology."

@Tarzhan It was obvious that Zhan had come straight to Yibo from the battlefield, his dirt-caked face also streaked with a stranger's blood. Yibo took in the carnal look of his young lover, sitting upright again as he fanned himself and read a scroll for leisure. Just as he was about to get up and hug Zhan, the younger fell to his knees, and Yibo's eye widened in concern, at first thinking Zhan had sustained some unseen injury that Yibo overlooked. "Ah-Zhan!" he called out, only to realize then that the younger was simply paying his respects, in which a wide, cheeky grin broke out on the deity's face. Sliding off of his seat, Yibo stalked up to Zhan, crouching down to take hold of the younger's armor at his shoulders, guiding him to rise. "Ah Zhan is so grateful," Yibo commented (softly for once), his hand cupping Zhan's cheek and the pad of his thumb stroking the male's dusty cheek, "You know, I will never let those who are truly loyal to me, fall or come in harm's way." Yibo gave a smile, cocking his head to the right as he met Zhan's eyes. They shared a moment of silence, and upon receiving Zhan's look of understanding, the seriousness that seemed to momentarily take over Yibo's being washed away, the same maiden-like aura back in the childish deity, "Now! Ah-Zhan! It's dinner time, and I'm hongyyy~" Yibo purred, making sure to speak like a little child to get Zhan to dote on him.

@Babylord Zhan wasn't sure if it was actually Yibo he was seeing or some type of godly body double. His jaw dropped even further as Yibo effortlessly wiped hundreds of men with the flick fo a wrist. Zhan stumbled as he stepped toward Yibo, but the older cheerfully bid him goodbye before Zhan could reach out to see if he was real. A stray soldier ran toward Zhan, and he barely managed to get his sword up in time, distracted by Yibo's sudden and unexpected appearance. The deity seemed to have not left a lot for them to do. The Mongols were retreating, clearly, just as shocked as Zhan was by the appearance of a tide-turner.

When Zhan returned to the temple, battered and exhausted, weighed down by his armour, Yibo was lounging just as Zhan had left him. Zhan fell to his knees before Yibo, his arms extended and his hands folded into a bow. He prostrated low, his forehead touching the ground. Yibo saved him. Yibo, his dainty and giggling love obliterated an army to save him. "My lord, I humbly thank you," he gasped, a bead of sweat rolling into his eyes. "I owe you my life- again- I owe you all my future lifetimes."

@Tarzhan Yibo was not the least bit surprised to hear Zhan's flustered voice and witness his hasty movement, given that one, the young soldier had just narrowly escaped death and two, Zhan had never physically seen Yibo's wargod form before. "I'm here to save you, silly!" Yibo chirped, without the least bit concern in his voice. As he saw the opponents getting up and regrouping to charge forward at Zhan and his men again, Yibo pulled back the hand that was outstretched. He used that hand to create a new energy formation, one that would rattle the Mongols to the bones, even from a mile away. With a simple rotation of his wrist, Yibo pushed forward and sent that energy outwards to meet the incoming enemies. A huge ripple-like light burst from his palms, and just as Yibo intended, he sent the burly soldiers flying back once more, this time most unlikely to get back up. Turning his attention back to Zhan, Yibo gave a little wave, "Okay Ah Zhan! I'll wait for you at the temple, come home on time for dinner!" he singsonged as he vanished, leaving the easy clean up of the devastated Mongol army for Zhan to handle. But of course, Yibo didn't just leave Zhan to his devices. No, the youngster was much too dashing and charming in battle to not watch, so Yibo treated himself to a nice show, proud of his little champion!

@Babylord Zhan couldn't do anything but flinch as the Mongol swung down. However, the was no painful blow, but a strong gust of air. Zhan opened his eyes to see Yibo, dressed in elaborate, shining armour, hovering high enough his feet were a metre from the ground. He gasped, half for breath and half in shock of narrowing escaping death. "Y- My lord! What are you doing here?" He scrambled to rise, his clumsy and rigid fingers grabbing for his sword that lay steps away in the dirt. "My lord, it's not safe! Please return to the temple immediately-" It was undeniable that Yibo saved him, but Zhan couldn't shirk his duty now.

@Tarzhan Up above in the clouds, Yibo witnessed the thousands of figures rushing at each other, each speck so small it was comparable to a child watching some ants try to crawl up an anthill. But of course, he never lost sight of the little speck on his right hand side. Even if Yibo were to lose sight of Zhan in the chaos, all he had to do was extend his index finger, and the golden thread that connected him to his champion would reveal itself. Though everything seemed to be working normally at first, the Mongols were slightly harder to predict than other opponents. They didn't believe in the same deities as the Chinese did, and even the spirits that they preyed to were often sourced through their sometimes sane, sometimes crazy shamans.

Yibo would glance occasionally, his attention only being spiked when he saw a large onset of people rushing in from the left flank, a number that Zhan's army did not account for when they went into the battle. The Mongols had reinforcements allocated to attack from all sides. Upon realizing the dire situation, Yibo swooped downwards for the ground in a vertical drop. Just as he saw a big burly man dressed in thick sheep skin and layers of wool around his neck, Yibo extended his arm and summoned his godly saber. With a single slash forward, and a quick curse under his breath for the "dumb mutt to dare touch his Ah Zhan", Yibo shot forward and delivered a deadly blow, the impact sending the next three rows of enemies flying backwards without any other reason other than that Yibo willed it. Still afloat in the air, Yibo turned back to his fallen youth, giving a little wink as he called out, "Ah Zhan! You can't be lazy now!"

@Babylord Before he met Yibo, Zhan thought that his only purpose was to fight for his nation. Now, he didn't even want to leave the older as they prepared for their day. He sat close to Yibo always, all the way until the older ushered him out the temple. The kiss that they shared at the steps was long enough that one of Yibo's temple cleaning boys cleared his throat. "I will see you, too, my lord," Zhan promised, receiving his forehead kiss before holding Yibo by his face and pressing one more kiss to his lips, just for good luck. "Wait for me."

The battle, for some reason, did not go as planned. Yibo watched over him, always, so Zhan found himself never facing difficulty since he began to worship the god, but his men were crumpling under the siege of the Mongols. Zhan's limbs were beginning to feel heavy, like lead weighing him down, as he slashed and hacked at what seemed to be an unending stream of the enemy force. Once, Zhan was even struck so hard by the flat of a heavy broadsword that he fell, his breath knocked out of him. For once, did Yibo actually listen to him and had gotten too focused into his other prayers? It seemed that way, Zhan thought, as the Mongol who knocked him down raised his sword above his head for the finishing blow.

@Tarzhan The next morning, Yibo rose before the wild roosters could call, just so he could watch Zhan's resting face for a while before his little general had to go. Yibo propped himself up on a side again, his face so close to Zhan he could see the little black specks dotting the younger's philtrum, the telltale signs of a youth growing into manhood with a mustache or beard. Luckily, Yibo had made it clear that he wanted Zhan to always keep himself well-groomed, and that included shaving so that his mustache didn't stab at Yibo's sensitive skin when they kissed. Yibo smiled as he leaned in, pressing gentle kisses to Zhan's forehead, "Ah Zhan~" he called out in a sing-song voice, as if his mortal lover did not have to head into war today, "Wakey wakey!"

After sharing a simple breakfast of fruits and preserved meats with Zhan, Yibo escorted the younger to the door as a young wife would her soldier husband. He held Zhan by his waist, sharing another longing kiss until Zhan's footsteps were out the door, "Ah Zhan, I will see you after the battle!" Yibo exclaimed, sending the older off with a little wave. Of course, once Zhan was out of sight, Yibo also transformed back into his war-god form, following Zhan discreetly as the male led his soldiers into the battlefield, sitting high and almighty in his trusty steed.

@Babylord "You know which other prayers I'm talking about, my lord," Zhan said, closing his eyes at Yibo's feather-light touch on his nose. "The blessings that everyone is waiting for. You should not neglect them." Seeing Yibo's sleepy expression, Zhan had to laugh quietly under his breath. Who knew a god could look so adorable and innocent like a child, tucked under his chin. "I always dream of you. Even in my sleep, you're all I can think of, my lord." Pressing a kiss to the top of Yibo's head, Zhan closed his eyes again, hopefully for the last time that night. "See you tomorrow, my lord."

@Tarzhan "Mmm, I'll watch you as you sleep Ah Zhan," Yibo assured the older, snaking a hand up through their bodies to gently brush the tip of Zhan's nose affectionately. He blindly reached for the covers below them, making sure to draw them high enough so they covered Zhan's chest. Yibo snuggled in close, his head rubbing just under Zhan's chin as he situated himself, "What other prayers?" he asked innocently, as if there were not a few stacks of coins piling up in front of his shrine that he had yet to look into. Still, he gave a noncommital hum and closed his eyes, "Ah Zhan, dream of me~" Yibo demanded sweetly, a smile on his face as he started to feel a wave of drowsiness approach and overtake him.

@Babylord Yibo was right. It was the eve of battle, and instead of getting rest like Zhan intended, he was much too busy kissing and cuddling the deity to sleep. "With you watching over me, I know I'm safe," he murmured against Yibo''s lips, sinking into Yibo's embrace. He let himself fall onto his side, so he didn't crush Yibo beneath him. Ignoring the tenting in his pants, Zhan gathered Yibo into his arms. Hearing that tone of voice from the younger, Zhan knew there was no hope of trying to get intimate that night. "Do you need to rest, though? You'll be staying here tomorrow. While I'm out, you should try to answer your other prayers, my lord."

@Tarzhan "Ah Zhan! A maiden cannot be described as fu-mmm!" Yibo blabbered before Zhan sealed his lips with a deep kiss. Naturally, Yibo closed his eyes and threw his arms around the stout youth, hugging Zhan close as they kissed sweetly. With his heightened senses, Yibo felt like he was completely encased by Zhan's musky scent, his body going limp from this natural aphrodisiac that was solely potent on him. When Zhan broke away, Yibo whimpered and tried to sit up, chasing after his young lover's lips. He gave a soft chuckle as Zhan coddled him, telling Yibo the things he wanted to hear, "And that is why Ah Zhan must be safe on the battlefield! I would be but an abandoned maiden if you left me- Where else would I find myself another Ah Zhan?" Yibo smirked lightly as he saw the expression on Zhan's face, indicative of his young lover losing control in his trousers, "Ah Zhan, we should sleep~" he suggested teasingly, "After all, we must both be well rested for tomorrow."

@Babylord Although every night for the past year and something, Zhan had been reassuring Yibo that he wasn't going anywhere, ever, Yibo was only happy if he heard it every night. "I'm sorry, my lord," Zhan chuckled under his breath, closing the distance between their lips to capture Yibo's in a deep kiss. Just from tasting Yibo's soft, sweet flesh, Zhan could feel a tightening in his pants. "You're right, you're not easy to please. You are very, very fussy, and only I know how to please you." Zhan nipped at Yibo, groaning softly when he felt Yibo's leg brush against him when he shifted. "Of course, I can't even let others /try/ with my lord."

@Tarzhan "Oh yes, Li Jing-" Yibo said, pouting when he had to recall that name. For him, the major war deity to lose prestige to some demon catching, field scampering deity was still hard to acknowledge. "Well, its because he was a busybody and- Ah Zhan! How could you say that! I am not so easy as to-" Yibo started again, only to be cut off as Zhan's large figure hovered over him, his mind going blank when the handsome youth leaned in and pressed their noses together. Zhan's voice had deepened over the years, and so even that light tease sent rumbling wavelengths into Yibo's ears, making the god shudder slightly on instinct.

"Including me, who had nothing to offer you in the beginning. And still, even now, I do not possess the riches and treasure you deserve."

It took a while before Yibo could regain his composure, channeling his catty reply again as he hummed in response, "Ah Zhan, I got something even more valuable from you!" Though not usually the one on the giving end of their sweet talking and romantic exchanges, Yibo could definitely hold his own, "And that is why you owe me your life! You cannot go to anyone else! You belong to me, got it? Mine, mine, mine!" And as he finished his declaration, Yibo feigned weakness again, sighing woefully as he whined, "Ah Zhan! You must not define me to be so lowly ever again! I am but a maiden who loves you! How could you suggest that I go around accepting just anyone who will walk into my shrine?"

@Babylord Zhan fell into a new routine very quickly with Yibo. Along with his original duties, Zhan was now tasked with kissing and cuddling the deity like he was a young mistress who needed attention to thrive off of. The soldier was happy to do so, however. He found himself sincerely happy to have Yibo lie in his arms and talk about their days. He loved when Yibo straddled him and nipped at his earlobe playfully, seeking genuine happiness with each other. Loved when they did nothing but just kiss for hours on end, their legs becoming numb from misuse.

It was another one of those nights. Yibo's legs were tossed over Zhan's, and although the latter's legs were beginning to lose feeling, he didn't dare move in fear of putting his lord in an uncomfortable position. Whilst Yibo recited his victories, Zhan played with Yibo's fingers, rubbing them between his hands and bringing them to his lips for a kiss every so often. "They forgot about you, and worshipped Li Jing instead," Zhan added, remembering the history lessons from his youth. "My lord, you seem very easy to please. You'll give favour to just about anyone who prays to you." Rolling onto his side so he could trap Yibo beneath him, caging the deity with his body, Zhan leaned in close so that the tips of their noses brushed. "Including me, who had nothing to offer you in the beginning. And still, even now, I do not possess the riches and treasure you deserve."

@Tarzhan As a deity, mortality and the flow of time were two items of least concern to Yibo, who had gone through ample years already without experience excessive attachment to anything in particular. And yet, in the three years that he spent with Zhan, time seemed to finally be catching up to him, making Yibo feel as though each day was gone before it had truly even started. Every day, he only longed for Zhan to come looking for him, and every night, he simultaneously longed for and abhorred the chance to fall asleep in Zhan's arms, since he knew sleeping was only a waste of time. Zhan's presence grounded Yibo, and though it had only been a matter of three years since they first met, Yibo could see the young boy maturing slowly, soon becoming a stout young man whose stature everything a god's champion should look like.

"And since the dirty emperor of Sui had gotten so prosperous, he and his army naturally spent their days living in luxury and abusing the position of power! They even forgot about me!" Yibo complained, lying down in bed with an arm raised. He and Zhan had both put their hands up while cuddling, and Yibo took the initiative to intertwine their fingers as they held hands in the dim candlelit room, "And since they forgot about me, naturally I did not help them when Yang Di was assassinated!" Yibo mused, still feeling bitter that he had been cast aside by those selfish emperors of the past.

"But of course, the first Tang emperor, who was the Sui empress' nephew by the way, prayed to me. And so I helped him in his military campaign!" Yibo grinned as he turned into Zhan, giggling as he recounted the timeline of his past, "Pshaahh and bang bang! I helped them furnish stronger military weapons and aided them so they only a handful of soldiers by the end of their campaign! Thus, the Tang dynasty's beginning was all due to me, Ah Zhan!"

@Babylord Zhan didn't see bathing Yibo as a chore. It was an honour through and through. As he washed Yibo with the gentleness that one might use to treat a lady or a child, Zhan enjoyed the occasional caress from Yibo, his cheeks glowing red each time. "If my lord would have me, of course." Dropping his robes around his feet, Zhan clambered into the tub eagerly, the water swelling with his added mass. He took Yibo into his arms, kissing the older deeply. The steam from the hot bath made Zhan want to curl up with his newfound love in the tub forever, basking in each other's warmth. "My lord..." Zhan whispered when he drew back. "I love you..."

@Tarzhan Yibo felt Zhan's warm presence beside him after a while, but in his dreamlike state, he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes. He smacked his lips in response when Zhan asked him a question, giving the younger the silent permission to carry him. After a while, the spell seemed to slowly wear off on him, and Yibo peeked an eye open, finding himself seated in a large wooden basin while Zhan was at his side, scrubbing his body down diligently. Smiling, Yibo reached a wet hand out of the tub to cup the younger's cheek, "Ah Zhan is such a good boy," Yibo complimented, "Won't you shower with me?" he asked, trying to entice his young lover. Yibo leaned over the tub, a few droplets of water falling onto Zhan's feet as he kissed the soldier sweetly on the lips again.

@Babylord Zhan pulled his robe back on before leaving the sanctuary of Yibo's bed. Being so late in the night, the temple was quiet, and Zhan was free to walk about with his sticky member hanging freely between his legs. Yibo's attendants had been dismissed by now. Zhan liked the peace and quiet, though. He worked quickly to heat up water and fill the large basin in the adjoining room. Still, it took the better part of the late evening. When he returned to retrieve Yibo for his bath, he wasn't even sure if the older was awake. "My lord," he murmured as he approached the deity, careful not to startle him. Seeing Yibo's figure curled on his side, Zhan was tempted. He'd never done it before, but he was desperate now to do so. He placed his hands beneath Yibo's underarms and his knees. "The bath is ready. May I carry you?"

@Tarzhan Ah Zhan was so thoughtful, Yibo would have swooned if he had the energy to. He granted permission with a nod of his before curling back up again, feeling a wave of drowsiness crash upon him again. His entire body was heavy, like a stone that sunk to the bottom of a stream. Yibo was sure that even if Zhan had come in to talk to him, he wouldn't have paid much attention. It had been a while since he had experienced this type of blissful feeling, but he reminded himself that he would have to practice his internal stamina before they tried again next time, since Yibo didn't want the experience to end so quickly.

@Babylord "Yes, my lord," Zhan breathed, his heart still pounding hard against the wall of his chest. He rolled them onto their sides, facing each other, and moved to hold Yibo before the movement jarred him. Their stomachs and nether regions were still sticky. "My lord, how about I draw you a bath first?" Zhan asked, sitting up but carefully replacing the sheet over Yibo's legs. "As your man, I want to make sure you sleep comfortably. And cleanly. Will you be alright here alone for a little bit?"

@Tarzhan So this had to be why the mortals often consummated their love at night. It was a perfect activity to drift right off into sleep from, Yibo discovered as his eyelids became unbearably heavy and he wanted nothing more than to curl against Zhan. Of course, his body was still trying to calm down from that sensory overload, his head spinning a little and his body feeling numb from head to toe, but Yibo felt like he was seriously lying on his bed of clouds again. Once more, he had to admit that these mortals sure had a creative, yet accurate use of figurative language. He sighed softly as he nodded blankly in response to Zhan calling his name. "Hold me," he demanded as he turned to his side, concealing himself in Zhan's embrace, "Ah Zhan, you are a man now. You are my man now." Yibo gently applauded, smiling childishly, "So now hold me to sleep."

@Babylord Feeling Yibo's body arch against his and release sticky, hot substance between their stomachs was the greatest relief and honour for Zhan. It boosted his ego greatly. Not many could get a god to moan so loudly, or even pleasure them correctly outside of the bedroom. He let himself relax over Yibo, his weight pressing the older back into bed. His lips found purchase over Yibo's neck, and he began to pick up his speed to chase after his own release. It came very quickly, a steady flow of that filled Yibo deep but seeped out quickly from the tight space. Zhan groaned loudly, dropping his forehead against the junction of Yibo's neck and shoulder. "My lord...?"

@Tarzhan Yibo's little soldier was so devoted that even in his time of pleasure and self-care, he still thought to request that Yibo feel good first. The god was immensely touched, so much that it drove his forward in an attempt to satiate Zhan's request, "Ah Zhan!" he gasped as his nails dug into the older's back, gripping tightly as he tried to keep his body from keeling over, "I'm close!" he gasped, his entire body getting warmer than usual while his eyes rolled back from the rippling sensations washing over him. Yibo clung to Zhan and kissed the younger sloppily, his lips parting after unsuccessfully trying to latch onto Zhan's lips each time. At last, when Yibo gave his body that finally push, his own shaft gave a few jolts, and ropes of white painted his chest and Zhan's as Yibo moaned uncontrollably, unsure if he was even dead or alive, human or god.

@Babylord "Yes, of course," Zhan grunted, giving a particularly harder that drove Yibo's lower body upwards. "We are connected, my lord, but don't talk about such things right now... I..." No matter how hard Zhan tried to keep himself together, his stomach was beginning to hurt from trying not to release into such a tempting place. He mouthed at Yibo's jaw, desperate for a distraction, but was leaking so much fluid that they were beginning to hear squelching noises as Zhan . "My lord- Ungh, Yibo, I... I want to... I want you to finish first."

@Tarzhan Seeing a buff arm reach above them to draw the curtains, Yibo blushed as he teased the soldier, "Ah Zhan! You're already so experienced on protecting the identity of a dainty maiden!" Yibo said, taking initiative to clutch onto Zhan's biceps and giving the muscles a hard squeeze, "You must never let anyone disgrace you or me okay Ah Zhan? We are- ngh! We are connected, and if anyone is disrespectful to one of us, ahhhhh...then! Then they are committing injury against us- hng, both!" Yibo managed to teach through little moans and pants. He felt Zhan's hot breath against his own, a little smirk at the corner of his lips as he could tell that the youngster was losing hold of himself now, and he was on the verge of releasing his yang essence. "Ah Zhan!" Yibo squealed, egging the younger on, "I love you too!"

@Babylord Feeling rather exposed all of a sudden, Zhan reached an arm up to drag the sheer curtains around the bed shut with one powerful jerk before retuning his hold to Yibo. It would be rather hard to explain if any of Yibo's attendants were to walk in looking for the deity, although Zhan was sure they might have seen many of Yibo's lovers already. Pushing the thought out of his mind, Zhan returned his focus to rocking his hips against Yibo's. His hipbones pushed hard against the insides of Yibo's thighs each time he pushed forward, and he thought of how pretty the bruises would be there if he ed the god /hard/. Soft moans escaped him easily as Zhan chased after an easy . He clenched his stomach when he felt himself wanting to burst already, wanting to bring pleasure to Yibo first. "Yibo," Zhan panted against the older's jaw. "Hng... I love you... So good..."

@Tarzhan As if the darkening rainclouds gathering to create a storm had suddenly dispersed, Yibo's high pitched complaining ceased the moment Zhan gave in to his requests. He smiled widely, his pearly white teeth showing themselves magnificently again as he reached his head up to kiss the younger's chin, "Ah Zhan! I love you too!" he announced, nodding his head bravely as he waited for the older to move. Zhan's voice was like the calming ripple of waves, and as the vibrations transmitted against Yibo's ear, the god closed his eyes, tilting his head back and arching his back as he gave in to the humanly sensation of pleasure, wantonly every time Zhan gave a in his tight orifice.