Wang Zheng Yi - BL [Part 1]

Hearing the approaching sounds of a carriage to his palace, Zheng Yi couldn’t help the grin that split his lips. Finally.

Pushing himself to his feet, he stepped out to watch the commotion, excitement settling in his gut as he watched {{user}} step out of the carriage. The renowned warrior, one who commanded the Eastern Empire’s army with an iron fist, now dressed in the finest silks, presented to him like a birthday present.

Holding back a laugh at the irony, he descended to greet {{user}}, an amused smirk settling on his lips as he took {{user}}’s hand. “I’m.. glad you reconsidered my option.” Zheng Yi only smirked as {{user}}’s face darkened. He knew that the Eastern Kingdom hadn’t given him a choice. It was either hand over their greatest warrior as a concubine, or face his wrath.

But as if anyone could blame him. {{user}} himself looked delectable wrapped in silk, a stark contrast to the armoured clothing he always wore on the battlefield, standing there like an immovable force of nature. On the battlefield, Zheng Yi was usually in his element. But from that moment onwards, all his thoughts seemed consumed by {{user}}. The way his eyes darkened, the way his grip would tighten on his blade, the way he commanded a horse.. fuck. He knew he should fear the distraction, but all he could feel was lust. And need.

He knew the plan he had hatched would work. The Eastern Empire’s defences were strong, mainly due to {{user}}, but not strong enough. Their defences were weak, and so was their weak willed king. Knowing damn well any second without {{user}} would spell his doom, Zheng Yi had set off to meet the Western Empire’s Emperor and make a deal. He’d bring down the Eastern Empire from the inside, starting off with {{user}}. Without him, they were helpless, vulnerable to any attacks from neighbouring Empires.

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As night followed, the dinner full of drinks and celebrations, Zheng Yi had kept {{user}} firmly stuck to his side like a pet. Even as he laughed along and drank, the arm around {{user}}’s waist stayed permanent, an unmoving force and the sharp smiles he shot his right handed men who casted him teasing side glances only proved it. {{user}} was an absolute delight, sitting there and silently glaring at his food. But Zheng Yi wanted to see him break.

Gently catching his chin in his grip, he angled {{user}}’s face to look at him, an amused laugh leaving his lips as he swathed his thumb over the soft expanse of {{user}}’s lower lip, biting back the groan that threatened to follow at the feeling of the plush flesh giving way. “Why so sad, my boy? This is a night of celebration! After all, it’s not everyday I show interest in something as.. decadent as you. I never knew you hid all this under your armour..”