"Hope" and "Cherry Blossom Grove"

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"Hope" "Cherry Blossom Grove" [Dark End Fanfiction]
You have a pair of lonely and sorrowful eyes, always timidly clutching the cross on your chest, looking at me, your trembling body showing how afraid you are of me.
Because you know I hate you, every time I see you, I always wear a contemptuous expression, saying cruel and heartless words to hurt you.
But you don't know, actually, since that day I saw you in the orphanage... I have fallen in love with you.
"Ah...no..."
The burning and intoxicating stimulation, the involuntary moans, again and again, shamefully and weakly uttered.
The hot and intertwined bodies on the bed, the force and unwillingness fighting each other, in the end... as always, he was conquered.
"Heh! You are wasting your energy." The sharp black eyes, like a leopard's, narrowed into slits, with the pride of victory, sneered and mocked the weak struggling beneath him.
"No...stop...uh--" The resistance dissipated when the cherry blossoms on his chest were sucked.
Gently sucking and nibbling, the flames of passion burned away reason and resistance, in the end he still gave up.
How many times... Yi Gui thought to himself, lost in thought, but... he couldn't even count.
Too many times, too long. He couldn't resist Mo's endless demands, the relentless, almost tiresome, relentless pursuit of his body.
He hated... hated Mo so much! Because in Mo's eyes, he was just a sex toy, someone Mo satisfied in bed, but who ignored him like air afterward.
Yet, pathetically... he had developed feelings for a man who only wanted his body.
Love between people of the same surname is difficult enough. Especially since it was unrequited love, love for someone who would never love him, because this person hated him. Even so, he would continue to love him, even if all he desired was his body, even if all he received was pain, he would still find it sweet.
Without warning, the hot, erect penis behind him pressed against his entrance, inch by inch penetrating the warm, tight passage. He felt no pain because he was numb, but his body sadly reacted. Between his spread, kneeling legs, the erect bud trembled excitedly.
Mo thrust in roughly, widening the previously resisting, sensitive inner walls, reaching deep inside. In that instant, lust-fueled blood surged through Yi Gui's body. Then, as always, Mo, to satisfy himself, charged into Yi Gui's body like a wild horse, indulging in self-gratification, greedily demanding, devoid of the tenderness of lovemaking, only gratification and plunder.
Mo's hot, damp sweat dripped onto the snowy back beneath him with each rhythmic thrust. With a forceful thrust, the reddened back arched smoothly, his large hands pressing down on the arched body, his hot lips slowly leaving blue marks in rhythm with the thrusting motion.
Supporting his consciousness, which was gradually sinking into lust, Yi Gui trembled as he clutched the only crucifix Mo hadn't removed from his chest. As always, he made a small wish to the god he believed in.
Then, lust gradually intensified and erupted. Mo's other hand slid into his wide-open crotch, pinching the trembling bud, gently stroking and kneading it. Unable to resist the stimulation, Yi Gui's body trembled uncontrollably, the hot, tight embrace tightening even more, slowly reaching its climax.
The two entered into climax, a frenzied ejaculation flowing into Yi Gui's body, and he also ejaculated the product of lovemaking.
God! Please let him love me…
After dressing, Mo walked to the bedside, looking down at the curled-up sleeping beauty.
On a whim, he moved closer to examine that small face closely, for no reason other than wanting to remember the exquisite features that were difficult to discern in terms of gender. It was this beautiful face that had initially attracted him, but he hadn't expected that after the passage of time, it would still be so alluring, even its body so tempting that one couldn't bear to let go.
Even… Mo's gaze slid from the face to his chest.
This was also what attracted him… He
sighed; there were some things he didn't want to look at or think about. He leaned down, gently pecking the woman's forehead with his thin lips, and said, "There are some problems in the gang today, I'm leaving..." Turning and walking away, he quietly closed the door.
Hearing the door close, Mo, thinking the sleeping woman was awake, opened his eyes, full of confusion.
Yi Gui couldn't understand what Mo's behavior meant. This was the first time he had shown such affection towards him. Although he didn't understand his intentions, a touch of happiness and emotion welled up in his heart.
In Mo's heart...did he hold a place? Yi Gui couldn't help but wonder. But remembering what Mo had said before leaving, he couldn't help but worry.
He didn't know much about Mo's work, but he often saw Mo returning with injuries and being followed by many people when he went out. Therefore, he guessed that Mo was a person of high status but in danger. However, he couldn't ask him for clarification because Mo forbade him to ask, and being restricted to this mansion by Mo, he had no way of knowing. However, worried that he might encounter danger, he always silently prayed to God for him, protecting him.
Today, Yi Gui clutched the only cross he could bring from the orphanage, praying devoutly to God.
Although he was someone unworthy to pray to God… a man who had immorally loved another man, he always believed that as long as God existed in one's heart, regardless of status or wealth, as long as one believed in God, God would surely hear one's prayers and wishes.
Suddenly, music came from the bedside table.
Yi Gui couldn't help but smile with joy. He picked up the phone from the bedside table; it was the one Mo had given him, and only Mo knew the number.
"Hello… hello…" He called out several times, but there was no response, only faint breathing echoed.
Yi Gui felt something was wrong; an ominous premonition frightened him. He didn't give up and called out a few more times, finally getting a response.
"Gui…"
"Mo… it's you…" He was very happy because this was the first time Mo had called him by name outside of sex, and it was also a wish he had once made to God, now fulfilled.
"Hmph… I was just ambushed… shot…" There was a self-deprecating tone in his voice.
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Yi Gui. His face instantly turned pale. "Mo, are you alright? Hang in there... I'm coming to find you."
Anxious about his injuries, Yi Gui just wanted to see him immediately, forgetting that he hadn't left this mansion for years.
"I have something... to tell you..." His voice seemed to grow weaker, as if he were giving... his last words.
"Mo, hang in there... I'll have Xin find you. You'll be alright." Xin was Mo's right-hand man; if he went to him, Mo would definitely be saved.
"No... you, you listen to me..." Hearing the anxiety in Yi Gui's voice, Mo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He had always thought that Yi Gui hated him, but it turned out... that wasn't the case. Unfortunately, he only realized this at this moment...
"You know... the first time I saw you at the orphanage, I couldn't forget you... I couldn't forget your smile, your face..."
Hearing his words, Yi Gui almost couldn't control his tears. Actually, he was happy, but he couldn't smile at all.
"I love you... Gui..."
"Mo—" God had indeed heard his wish, but at that moment, Yi Gui cried.
Pearl-like tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, like Mo's life flowing away rapidly without ceasing.
"Gui... I... love you." Mo knew he was crying very sadly. If he could... he wanted to shed tears for him, but being so far away, he couldn't fulfill that wish, and could only close his eyes with this regret...
"Mo...Mo—don't scare me, answer me...answer me!" He called his name, but there was no response.
"No...Mo..."
He clutched the silent phone, tears streaming down his face without stopping.
Today, God granted him two wishes, but the price was taking away his beloved...
On the tombstone, were those circular marks water? But how could a sunny day without rain form?
"Young Master Yigui, take care of yourself." Seeing that he had been standing in the scorching sun for a long time, Xin kindly advised him.
"You should leave first! I want to stay a little longer." With his back to Xin, Yigui said, forcing back tears. He was reluctant to leave Mo; he had so much to say to him.
Obeying Yigui's words, Xin turned and left.
He saw everything clearly but was powerless to change it. Who caused this ending?
After Xin left, all the sorrowful tears welled up in Yigui's eyes, and his trembling hands wrapped around the cold tombstone engraved with the name of his beloved.
"Mo...do you know how selfish you are? You left with just 'I love you,' and then you left. Do you know how long I've been waiting for those words? Yes! I waited for them, but why did you...why..."
Unable to hold back his grief any longer, he broke down in uncontrollable sobs. Losing the person he loved most and was most important to him, his heart ached with loss, and was numb with pain. There was nothing else in his heart but pain.
"Mo...you said you loved me...but you were lying to me, weren't you? Because you're a selfish person, you expect something in return for what you give to others, so you wouldn't have left before hearing my answer. Or...you already knew I loved you, so you said those words to tease me, to deliberately make me suffer alone, am I right? Mo..."
Yi Gui tried desperately to convince himself, thinking that this would ease his excruciating pain.
But this heart didn't know what 'giving up' meant, still foolishly bleeding and aching for his lost love.
"No reply, so you're admitting it, right?" He cried, dazed, forgetting that no one would answer. "I already know everything... including why you adopted me from the orphanage five years ago, and why you could so openly and legitimately leave me a position and power in your will."
"Because... I'm your half-brother!"
The moment we met in the orphanage... the moment we fell in love... it was destined to be a tragic, immoral love.
God taking you away was my punishment, and also a way to stop me from continuing to sink into such an inappropriate relationship.
But it's all too late; our two hearts, already trapped, can no longer rise, because love is a stubborn product from the depths of the heart that only knows sorrow.
"You don't understand what I want! You don't understand... I don't want any power or wealth, nor do I want the identity of 'younger brother.' It's all back to you, all back to you... I just want you to live, to live..." The suppressed emotions collapsed in an instant. Yi Gui pounded the cold tombstone with all his might, crying and shouting, as if doing so would allow Mo, who slept eternally beneath the earth, to hear him.
"I don't want you to call my name, I don't want you to love me, hate me, or even just use me for sexual gratification, I just want you to live... okay?"
Tears streamed down his face without ceasing, the boundless regret and longing of love and yearning only he could taste, because that person could no longer share his burden, what he could give... he didn't want.
Yi Gui sat leaning against the tombstone, crying for a long time, until only sobs remained—then he grew increasingly quiet, eerily quiet. Only tears continued to stream from his lifeless eyes, one after another falling onto the stone ground below. His hand unconsciously reached into his chest…
“I don’t want anything anymore, why haven’t you come?” He turned to look at the person in the photograph, and murmured softly.
“Ah… I forgot, because I owe you an answer, so you’re angry and won’t see me.” He laughed with sudden realization… a desolate laugh. “Heh… wait for me.” Something pressed tightly against his temple.
“Wait for me… I’ll come find you right away… and tell you…”
Gently… he pulled the trigger… Perhaps because his heart had already tasted even more agonizing pain, he didn’t feel much pain at this moment.
God… I hope to see him.
The cross on his chest was stained with crimson liquid, shimmering pink in the blazing sun, but... Yi Gui, gradually losing his sight and consciousness, couldn't see it...
yet he clearly felt... a pair of familiar hands gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the face he longed for appearing clearly before his eyes, now only able to see darkness...
"Gui..."
The familiar voice stopped Yi Gui's tears, and a happy smile spread across his face.
"Mo... don't leave me again... I love you... so much, so much!"
"No... because we'll never be apart again..."
[The End]
Cherry Blossom Grove
The evening breeze carried an unusual eeriness, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, unlike the tranquil nights of the past, only trembling and fear to frighten. The
crisp sound of bamboo stalks colliding with the stone ground by the pond was the only sound in this lonely night.
"Knock—knock—knock—" The sound echoed throughout the large courtyard, as if telling a sorrowful legend within the mansion.
"Knock—knock—knock—" The sound bypassed the dense bamboo forest, passed through the cherry blossom grove shimmering with pink light, and lingered around the wooden house surrounded by the cherry blossoms.
"Whoosh—" The long-neglected door was pushed open heavily, revealing a young boy.
He wore a thin white yukata, his slender and delicate frame barely concealed. His skin tone and clothing color created an illusion of perfect harmony. The wind rushing into the room stirred his flaxen hair, and his melancholic emerald green eyes, tinged with a hint of sadness, stared blankly at the cherry blossom rain dancing in the wind.
"Who said... that cherry blossom rain formed from fallen cherry blossoms is the most beautiful? And who said that cherry blossom rain is rare... then am I not the lucky one?"
"Ha—" The boy couldn't help but chuckle. His androgynous face, youthful yet radiating a heroic spirit, was captivating, and his smile, tinged with resentment and sorrow, was even more enchanting.
But that was everything that had accompanied me for over a decade, never changing. Spring, summer, autumn, winter, flowers withering and blooming again, trees growing taller and stronger, just like myself. The scenery might change, but it never changed...
How long have I been here...? He didn't want to count. He knew he would stay here until he grew old and died...
He hadn't forgotten those fearful eyes, nor those cold attitudes...
Vivid, clear memories, accompanied by helplessness, flowed like water through the boy's fragile heart.
Memories wounded his already withered heart, countless times, yet the pain only deepened with each passing moment, indelible.
For so many years, I've never learned to be strong, never learned to be indifferent, never learned to let the wind carry it away, only learned to be "heartbroken."
Fluttering his long, fan-like eyelashes, he concealed the fragile mist rising in his dark green eyes, disappearing into them. When he opened them again, there was a faint sigh.
One shouldn't wallow in sorrow in the dead of night, but perhaps it's precisely because it's the dead of night that it's easy to fall into memories!
With a bitter step, the boy stepped onto the damp, cold stone path and realized that he was not wearing shoes.
Barefoot and carefree, he deviated from the stone path leading to the main house, choosing instead the forest path where cherry blossoms fell incessantly. The damp, rough mud rubbed against his delicate soles as he moved, and the cold wind blowing in his face, carrying a thin layer of morning mist, dampened his clothes.
Tonight, still peaceful, but… I tossed and turned, unable to sleep…
Was it because I was bothered by the twisted hatred my mother and father had shown me during the day? Or was it the fear of the self-destructive emotions overflowing in tonight's breeze?
Whatever it was, 'it' had successfully kept me awake!
All of this should be attributed to the power I hated. Without 'it,' I wouldn't be seen as a monster, my mother and father wouldn't have looked at me like that, and they wouldn't have sensed the strange emotions stirring in the wind and been unable to sleep. Lost
in thought, the boy stepped out of the cherry grove. When he came to his senses, a full moon, tinged with a terrifying blood red, greeted him, his astonished green eyes highlighting… the crimson of the moon.
"So this is what the outside world looks like..." Never having been here before, the boy was astonished by the sight before him.
Cracked yellow earth, not a single blade of grass, only a withered, lifeless tree standing on the edge of a cliff in the moonlight. This desolate scene sent a chill down the boy's thin frame, and his hands, which had been reaching to hug himself, froze...
The boy's eyes widened as he saw the reflection of a figure moving beneath the old tree in the green pond.
A man with silver hair gleaming in the blood-red moonlight repeatedly pulled the gleaming blade from his hand, plunging it into the body of the woman in his arms. With each thrust, blood gushed out like a waterfall. The woman's hands, which had been gripping the man's back in agony, gradually stiffened. The blood stained the yellow earth red, the seeping blood symbolizing the loss of her life, the pain gone... she was now a corpse. The man, like a child no longer interested in a toy, discarded the body, but the blade remained embedded in the woman's chest.
His eyes, the same color as his hair, were filled with a satisfied gleam.
His cruelly pleased lips smiled as he licked his blood-stained hands, lost in the act of killing. The pleasure he derived from the carnage made the boy tremble uncontrollably. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress the bitter taste rising in his throat. Fear overwhelmed him. "Should I scream?" he wondered. Wouldn't that expose him and make him the next corpse? What should I do…?
As he pondered this, the man stopped. His silver eyes slowly tightened around the boy. In an instant, the boy felt his blood freeze. A wicked smile played on the man's face, sending chills down his spine and filling him with terror.
The man began to move his long legs, stepping towards him.
"No…" the boy cried out in fear, his body trembling and retreating. Finally, fear gave him the strength to run back to the cherry blossom grove.
He scurried through the trees like a headless fly, not knowing where to go, only wanting to escape the man's pursuit.
Suddenly, a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around the boy's slender waist from behind, the resistance causing him to fall into a warm chest behind him. The man arrogantly encircled the boy, enjoying the natural heat emanating from his body.
"No—let me go—don't touch me!!" the boy screamed, his hands frantically pulling at the arms around his waist, but he couldn't break free of the man's hold. The more he struggled, the tighter the grip on his waist became.
"I don't want to... let go of my hard-won prey, the beauty!!!"
The man's deep, seductive voice was incredibly pleasant, yet the words he spoke carried a teasing undertone that sent shivers down the boy's spine.
He lowered his head to inhale the fragrance of the boy's hair, a natural scent emanating from his entire body. The alluring aroma stirred the wicked impulses within him that yearned to toy with their prey. He tightened his embrace once more, deliberately rubbing and teasing the boy's soft, delicate body, burying his head deep in the boy's shoulder, his lips roaming freely over his collarbone, his expression wicked and playful.
"You...you shameless!" Unable to contain his shame and anger, the boy turned around and glared at him.
A slight smile played on his thin lips as the man looked up at the beautiful man, who had forgotten his fear and was now furious.
So beautiful...truly beautiful. The man couldn't help but admire him.
His crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, his green eyes gleaming with anger, his full, cherry-red lips trembling slightly with breathless breath—a youthful and alluring beauty, breathtakingly beautiful. But his silver eyes, clear in the darkness, revealed the boy's delicate features without a doubt.
'A beautiful prey...I can't bear to let go...' The man pondered how to act, how to torment his tempting prey.
The boy in his arms seemed to know his thoughts; his angry expression gradually stiffened, his fear intensifying! And because of this, the man wanted to tease him even more, to torment him.
"You know what I want to do!?" Like a question, yet also a statement, before he could answer, the man acted.
Amidst the boy's gasps and struggles, the man tore off the belt around the boy's waist.
In an instant—the thin garment that had clung to his chest was now open, unable to conceal his exposed fair skin.
Ignoring the boy's resistance, the man bound the boy's wrists with the sash.
"Stop—you—" He struggled and cried out, but the difference in size was too great. The boy could only watch helplessly as the man pulled his hands above his head, forcing him to lie face down in the man's coat that had been laid out on the ground. The thin garment fell away, revealing his slender, delicate curves, exuding an alluring charm. The two bodies pressed together, their bodies brimming with ambiguity.
"Tell me, what's your name?" He unusually wanted to know his prey's name.
The boy bit his lower lip, clearly indicating he wouldn't answer.
"Heh—" The man smiled wickedly, his arrogant fingers tracing and playing with the boy's prominent collarbone, teasing his sensitive skin.
"You…" The angry curse that escaped his lips vanished into the man's mouth.
The man kissed him punishingly, the kiss turning into nibbling, from shallow to deep. The boy was utterly unable to resist his assault, forced to endure the man's relentless invasion, sucking the warm liquid from his mouth, stirring his tongue which had nowhere to hide.
The man's seductive and arrogant plundering began, from his alluring red lips to his small, pert nose, then moved to kiss his earlobe.
The kiss, like a gentle, intoxicating drug, drained all strength from the boy… powerless to resist, his body went limp, his reason succumbing to the fiery contact, his skin flushed, and his slightly parted lips involuntarily released uttered moans of desire.
The thin lips that had planted the seed of desire moved to the boy's ear, the warm breath stimulating his sensitive earlobe, sending shivers down the boy's spine.
"You're so sweet…" The wet, warm tongue traced the earlobe, licking and nibbling at the boy's small earlobe, causing him to tremble and gasp softly.
"Ah...stop, stop..."
The man's large hand, which had been roaming over his chest, moved down to his untouched bud, gently pinching and kneading it. His tongue also slid to the small nipple, intensifying the teasing.
"Your name is Mi, right..." The man lifted his head from his chest, his silver eyes smiling as he looked at the pair of previously hazy green eyes. Because of his words...they instantly filled him with disbelief.
"You...you...you know..."
"Of course...I guessed!" Although he spoke as if it were true, a mocking sneer appeared on his face.
"You're lying—" The accusatory words fell into the man's mouth, his wet, hot tongue domineeringly invading and playing with the evasive pink tongue.
Why? Why was he doing this to him? He really knew who he was...that knowing, playful attitude about him...he felt it clearly...
and at the same time...he was afraid...just like everyone else was afraid of him...
The man's massive body pressed tightly against the delicate body beneath him. During their passionate kiss, one hand kneaded the swollen, almost-released bud, while the other lifted the boy's resisting legs onto his shoulders, his private parts pressed against the man's lower abdomen, where his trousers had been opened unnoticed.
No—no—Mi knew exactly what the man's next move was, and desperately began to twist and resist.
But… everything was as the man had planned. The enormous, thick member forced its way into the narrow, soft opening, regardless of how dry it was…
"Ugh—ooh—" Mi's mouth was muffled, and he groaned from the tearing pain coming from below.
Why… they were both men… why did he have to…
The naive Mi couldn't understand the man's thoughts at all, and could only helplessly endure the relentless onslaught of the enormous member, the pain it brought…
and the ever-increasing, unfamiliar pleasure…
"Yuki Kazuki… remember this name…" The man pulled away from his swollen lips, speaking with a cruel smile.
His hand, tightly gripping the tender bud, began to be stained with the viscous fluid flowing from it. His enormous member, buried deep within the alluring body, mercilessly thrust in and out of the dripping, blood-soaked orifice.
Tears streaming from her eyes from the pain, Mi felt a sudden darkness engulf her, and upon hearing his words, she fainted.
"You are so beautiful and alluring… I hope we will meet again someday!" Yi Hui left his pent-up desire within the unconscious woman before slowly withdrawing…
His silver eyes watched with satisfaction… the strange marks slowly emerging on the sleeping beauty's body, covered by falling cherry blossom petals, a poignant, tragic beauty…
Satisfied, Yi Hui turned and left without a backward glance…
My dear Mi… that will be the proof of our reunion!
[The End]

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