【Source Collection】Chaohua Collection

01

I want to be you.

See what you see, love what you love.

***

Everyone in Hanamura knows that Daimyo Shimada's second son has been free and easy since he was a child, and he was greedy for fun.It's like they all know that the young master is hard-working and serious.

Because of the patriarch's doting, and because the elder brother took over all the burdens, it seemed that everyone acquiesced that Genji Shimada was a relaxed second master from birth.

The talkative elders only pointed out Genji's actions and criticized them in their free time after dinner, but they all passed through the ears of the Patriarch, and no one could make a big fuss about it.

Unsurprisingly, as always.

A swirling cherry blossom petal touched the hair-thin but sharp and tough bowstring, Hanzo exhaled calmly and silently, the motionless string was loosened by him abruptly, the bamboo arrow with the tail of the feather was torn apart, and the wind howled And go, in the middle of the bright red bullseye.

The off-string wind blew up the bangs of the young master of the Shimada family that hung down beside his chin, and his jet-black hair fluttered like a crow's feathers.

His gaze is like a falcon, staring at the bull's-eye for a long time, the contour of his plump lips is like a knife, but the color is like cherry blossoms.

Shimada Hanzo is practicing archery and archery in his own private field, which is not in the same martial arts field as the rest of the group.

It doesn't matter whether he is withdrawn or arrogant, Hanzo has never been willing to deal with the people in the group, even if he always wants to take over the business, fortunately, his father never forces him.

Of course, he would not force his younger brother.

Hanzo sighed inadvertently, and put down the quaint big bow in his hand—even though the popularity of omnics has spread all over the world, Japan is of course inevitable, but he still prefers the rough and simple touch of wood, far more than the cold and scary Human metal is reassuring.

Things related to Genji can always arouse the last bit of hesitation in his bones occupied by vigorous and vigorous handling.

When he took over the infant baby from his father for the first time, he was amazed and curious about the birth of this fragile and young life. From then on, Hanzo had the real feeling of being an older brother for the first time. .

So he shouldered the heavy burden wordlessly, he was almost demanding on himself and trained himself, and he wanted too eagerly to bear the honor and future of the Shimada family on his weak back.

Genji grows up day by day, from an ignorant child to a cynical teenager, it seems like a change overnight.

He is endowed with extraordinary talent, strong muscles and bones, never refuses to train and practice martial arts, and always excels in ninjutsu practice, which also leads to his self-willedness.

Genji was not satisfied with practicing martial arts at first, he haunted the streets and alleys of Hanamura, squandered his sweat in the crowded video game halls, his father was too busy with all kinds of things, and Hanzo also tolerated his younger brother's puberty for the time being.

In the courtyard, the water beside the rocky mountain was filled and overturned to pour out a ladle of spring water. The bamboos made a crisp sound when they hit the rocks.

Shimada Hanzo looked at the wall clock in the tea room, it was past noon.

Sunlight pours into the courtyard through the luxuriant cherry blossoms, illuminating the secluded corner.

He had just talked with Genji in a serious manner yesterday, and the idyllic second prince had a playful smile with him for a while, and finally obediently agreed to practice martial arts with him today after Hanzo smashed a teacup with a stern voice.

But looking at it now, what he said yesterday was in vain.

The evening spring breeze was light, and the flying flowers scattered all over the sky when it blew, which made the young master of the Shimada family standing in the courtyard more handsome and tall, and even softened his serious face a lot.

Hanzo had some indescribable frustrations in his heart, mixed with hatred for Genji, and disappointment that came out of nowhere.

He frowned and turned around to put away his bow and bow, but he heard someone calling him.

"Brother, don't be unhappy, I'm back."

Hanzo subconsciously turned around and shot an arrow, and nailed Genji's scarf that appeared on the cherry tree at some time to the trunk impartially.

Genji tore off the green scarf that had a hole in it, jumped off the tree with a smile, and hurriedly went to comfort his brother who was looking bad.

"Time has passed, no more practice."

Hanzo stared at his increasingly annoying smile for a moment, then turned to leave.

But Genji's appearance still remains in his mind. His younger brother has bright and enthusiastic eyebrows, delicately carved lips and nose, and he is somewhat similar to him by blood, but uniquely different.

Genji is the scorching sun, the blood and sweat rolling over the blade.

And he is the rock, the cold dew on the green bamboo.

The boy who was already taller than him behind him rushed over and hugged Hanzo's waist, and began to play tricks indiscriminately.

"Brother, I really didn't go to play... Is it your birthday?"

He subconsciously broke away from Genji's arm, and hastily walked a few steps forward to distance himself from him, turning a blind eye to the disappointment and embarrassment on Genji's face.

Hanzo didn't know when he began to feel anxious about Genji's closeness, and he couldn't explain the uneasiness in Dao Buming's heart, but before he sorted out his thoughts, he subconsciously began to alienate his younger brother.

"It's a small thing, and that's not what you should care about."

Seeing his brother's forced calm, Genji began to reminisce about the lean feel of Hanzo's waist.

"Why is my brother's birthday such a trivial matter?"

Hanzo took off his clogs and entered the tea room.

"Father will take you to the Asakura group tonight, so prepare well."

Genji, who was in high spirits, was splashed with cold water by his indifferent words, and his tone was a bit stiff: "I won't go."

"No one has ever interfered with what you want to do, but you can't mess around with some things."

Hanzo didn't look back, but his voice was somewhat angry.

"Although I'm not as good as my brother, and I can't inherit the Shimada family, but there's no need to leave me to the young lady of another group, right?"

Genji's temper has always been straightforward, and he has never understood what euphemism is.Hanzo felt that he pointed out the intentions of the main family to the point, which might sound harsh, but it was indeed the truth.

"However you want to play around, no one cares about you, but there are some things that you can't follow your temper."

Hanzo is already 20 years old, and his voice is deep and mellow after the period of voice change, with a kind of undeniable courage and authority.

He didn't dare to look back, because he was afraid that he would see the great loss in Genji's eyes, like a sea that could submerge him.

He was afraid that Genji would continue to answer, but he couldn't stop his younger brother from speaking: "Brother, don't you really understand?"

The two fell silent in unison.

But Hanzo is always the more decisive one, he can always leave without looking back.

***

After all, Genji went to the meeting with the Asakura group with the group.

The affairs of the main family should be handled by the remaining Hanzo, but it is extremely rare that he is not in the mood to work.

He had met the eldest lady of the Asakura group, she was gentle and demure, with a budding beauty, a beauty that all men would fall in love with, and of course, she also had the charm that made a young boy fall in love.

His younger brother will eventually marry her, or someone similar to her.

Hanzo's fingers didn't grasp the strength properly, and broke the pen, making a piercing sound, and the thick ink splashed out blurred his vigorous words.He tossed the things in his hands, buried his face deeply in his palms, and took a deep breath.

He remembered what Genji asked him at noon.

Does he really not understand?

Their taboo and dark feelings, in front of the iron-heavy honor and duty, are vague and slight, like a kiss that can never fall again.

His way, his righteousness, his forbearance, and his restraint are all tens of thousands of strong threads drawn from his flesh and blood, layer after layer let him cocoon himself.

Shut his tongue under the shackles of dogma, cast his whispers into bottomless quagmire.

How dare he understand?

The room where Hanzo was alone was silent and empty, his father and Genji did not return all night, and he was left to fall asleep in the company of the silent candlelight.

The young young master has worked hard all year round, and has developed a strong body. Even in the middle of the frosty and dew-heavy midnight, he can sleep with only a single piece of clothing.

Dreams are always uncontrollable, making people afraid of its reality and greedy for its illusion.

Just like in a dream where he took off his clothes, his whole body was naked and frank, and he was entangled with the body of another young man. The touch of the flesh was so vague that even the facial features of the other party could not be seen carefully.

The opponent's palms were hot and rough, and the vitality and love were applied to Hanzo's skin, but penetrated into his bone marrow.

Only the incomparable orgasm and pleasure in the spirit made every nerve of Hanzo vibrate, the ecstasy that almost died in the dream.

He couldn't see the face of the person in his arms.

But he knew who it was.

02

I won't meet you tonight

I met everything in the world tonight

but won't meet you

***

I don't know when it started, maybe it was Hanzo who refused his younger brother's approach again and again, and put himself in the position that a brother should be time and time again.

Everything seems to be starting to fade away.

Probably the cronies Genji met in the market place finally led him astray when he was almost an adult.

The high-spirited second young master of the Shimada family lacked curiosity and enthusiasm most. He began to go out and go to the romantic places.

Shimada Hanzo still didn't care about this, as if he was angry and let himself go.

Tomorrow is his birthday, he has not seen Genji for a week, only heard that he went to casinos, bars, and custom shops in Ichiban Street.All the birds in the woods used to sing for him, but now all the courtesans of Kabuki dance for him.

After all, his younger brother changed from the scorching sun in the sky to the egg yolk falling into the rouge powder pile, which sounds absurd and ironic.

Hanzo didn't feel like sleeping for a while, so he opened the door and sat watching the moon.

The moonlight was like water, illuminating his solitude, like a sculpture made of fluorite, hard but dazzling.

He was twirling a piece of brown sparrow feather in his hand, the feather was soft and smooth, his eyes were fixed on that feather, but it seemed to be looking at a farther and deeper place.

Someone pulled the door open, without even restraining the sound of breath and footsteps, they swaggered into Hanzo's bedroom.Hanzo could hear the softness of his footsteps, and he could smell the alcohol in the air.

"elder brother."

Hanzo clenched the sparrow feathers in his hands, muffled an inaudible "um", but never turned his head.

The wall clock behind me struck twelve untimely, and past midnight it was already a new day.

"You are twenty."

Genji's body smelled of alcohol and his warm breath was within walking distance of Hanzo, and the small piece of skin exposed by the nape of his neck was standing upright for it.

His younger brother hiccupped a little too much, knelt heavily behind Hanzo, and clapped his shoulders with a pair of big hands sweating from heat.

"Stop messing around and go back to sleep."

Hanzo used his usual sternness to prepare to teach Yueji's younger brother a lesson, but Genji, perhaps emboldened by his drunkenness, unmoved, went one step further and pressed his forehead on Hanzo's back.

"Brother, don't drive me away, just see if I'm alright."

The young and mature eldest son of the Shimada family was taken aback for a moment, he clearly heard the unobvious crying in Genji's drunken words.

Genji put his arms around his waist, talking nonsense vaguely, even though Hanzo in his arms was sitting firmly like a mountain, he couldn't bear to say something like "How can a man be so weak" as usual.

"How do I see you if you are so sloppy?"

Hanzo frowned.

Genji, who was originally depressed and drunk, was overjoyed when he heard this. He sat up suddenly, with his upper body pressed against Hanzo's back, and pinched his brother's chin with his palm to force him to turn his head to meet his gaze.

Hanzo was caught off guard and turned his head, brushing Genji's lips in front of him, the two looked at each other, both frightened by this little accident for a moment.

Genji lowered his gaze, glanced at Hanzo's plump and somewhat upturned upper lip, and secretly recalled its touch.

Hanzo was annoyed by his look, and was about to push his younger brother away, but Genji grabbed his hands first.

"Brother, let me show you something."

His gaze was firm and sincere under the moonlight, like a child desperate for praise and love, he took out two hair ties from his pocket like offering treasures.

One gray and one yellow, with layered cloud patterns.

Although Hanzo tied his hair, he never considered using such an overly delicate decoration.

"I don't know what you like, so..."

"Which girl gave you such a bad idea?"

"It's all my own idea."

As if confused by Genji's breath and eyes, he forgot to refuse, allowing the ambiguous atmosphere between the two to grow wildly.

Genji raised his hand and tied a handful of black hair behind his brother's head with a yellow headband. The young man's slender and strong knuckles ran gently through the hair, as if caressing his lover.

"I wanted to do it, so I took it upon myself."

He could clearly see the trembling eyelashes under the eyelids of his normally stern brother, who was overwhelmed and closed.

The flexible hair was entangled between Genji's fingers, and the breath and eyes of the two brothers were also entangled.

Just a few more degrees away, and I could kiss that stubborn brother, Genji thought.

Hanzo noticed the strangeness in the atmosphere, and was about to push Genji, but accidentally touched Genji's thick and fiery chest, where the thin ribs were already covered with strong muscles.

His younger brother was no longer an ignorant teenager.

Genji couldn't resist stroking his elder brother's muscular shoulders with his palm, and said in a low voice: "Brother, if you really want to reject me, you can teach me a lesson like before, and then drive me out."

Hanzo looked at him in astonishment, his throat was choked by his clear and affectionate eyes, and he couldn't utter a word of reprimand.

The black-haired young man stretched out his hand and caressed the yellow ribbon on the back of his brother's head. The silk felt like the thin wing coat of a butterfly. Genji entangled it between his fingers, and leaned over to press the immobile Hanzo on the floor.

In the courtyard, the night wind blows the cherry blossoms into snow, flying all over the sky, and drifting into the bamboo wall.

Genji took off his forehead protector and put it aside, and gently covered his elder brother's eyebrows with the gray hair band left for him, Hanzo's lips and teeth moved, but he didn't make a sound after all.

If Hanzo didn't dare to drop this feather-light kiss, then let him do it.

The sound of the wind was too soft, under the beating heartbeat of the drum, Genji lightly pressed the gray hairband covering his brother's eyes, and pressed his lips against it desperately.

Hanzo thought he would scold his pushy brother because of the guilt of immorality, but when Genji's soft tongue stuck into his mouth, the smell of alcohol penetrated into his stomach.

Those who are righteous and righteous, have a prosperous family, and have nothing to do with him for thousands of generations at this moment, disappear in smoke.

He thought he only belonged to this slim and slight night.

Genji's kiss was skillful and purposeful, Hanzo frowned deeply, and felt that the smell of powder on Genji's body was also strong and pungent.

Hanzo raised his hand and grabbed Genji's skirt, broke free from his kiss, gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice, "Who do you think I am?"

He couldn't see the scene in front of him, but he felt that his hand was held by his younger brother and placed on his heart, and the fast beating heartbeat shook his palm.

"Brother, heartbeats can't lie."

Genji said some old-fashioned love words in the clear and mellow voice unique to youth, Hanzo could not listen at all, he was suppressed by the method he did not know where he learned from, and only felt the satin on his hair The belt was untied and tied around his hands.

Shimada Hanzo is a man who needs to deceive himself and others, and Genji knows it all too well, and he can break free at any time from this simple bondage.

But Hanzo needed an excuse.

The young master of the Shimada family's black hair was scattered, making his tough and handsome appearance a little more charming and tender under the moonlight.

Genji swallowed without a trace, stretched out his hand and gently pushed away his brother's white undershirt.Hanzo's complexion was not fair, but it showed a healthy color because of his hard work regardless of the weather. It was as smooth as a fine brocade, wrapped in a body made of steel and iron.

Like his brother's most devout believer, he stroked Hanzo's plump and firm chest muscles with his fingers that had taken off his fingertips, where tattoos would appear soon after because of dragon riding.

"What exactly do you want?"

His incomprehensible elder brother spoke inappropriately.

The short black-haired young man smiled helplessly, seeing that his face was flushed under his hawk-like slender eyes, and he pushed his lower body with his thighs. He had already erected, and his hot and hard lower body was against his brother's crotch.

He nodded lightly, and as expected, Hanzo could no longer pretend to be calm, and took a trembling breath.

"I want a brother."

The Second Generation Ancestor took out their genitals, pressed them against each other and began to move slowly without any explanation.

Although Hanzo is three years older than him, he can be said to be ignorant of lust, and he is completely confused by Genji's toss.

His underwear was loose in a mess, unable to hide his young and strong body at all, like a finely crafted statue of a god under the shining moonlight.

It is precisely because of his toughness and self-control, restraint and rigidity that it adds to the charm of his appearance lost in love at the moment.

Hanzo gritted his teeth to stop the moan that was about to overflow, his whole body was tense, he was stronger and taller than himself, and his younger brother held the most fragile penis and rubbed against each other, sucking pleasure.

His cock erected uncontrollably, and Genji's was held together, the wet surface rubbed against each other, giving birth to a strange watery pleasure.Genji's dexterity and proficiency, he used his nails to pick Hanzo's horse's eyes maliciously, and within a few moments, the young master moaned and ejaculated.

There is a light in Genji's eyes that is farther than the full moon, and Hanzo knows that the light is him.

The most real and illusory ecstasy in his dream turned into reality, Genji lowered his head and licked and kissed his brother's blue veins that were tight because of his high posture, and bit them gently with his neat teeth.

He stretched out his hand to caress the inner side of Hanzo's bent thigh, smoothing his brother's slight trembling, and hooked his fingers across Hanzo's plump buttocks as if trying to hide it.

They ejaculated almost simultaneously, cloudy fluid splashing across the healthy flesh.

Panting silently, Hanzo ripped off the hairband on his face with one hand. He had never experienced sex and orgasm, but he confessed the first time in his brother's hands.

Seeing that the Genji on his body still had to push his head down to lick his penis, he hurriedly said: "Enough!"

Hanzo put his hands on the ground and struggled to sit up. The aftertaste of the orgasm made him flabbergasted, but it couldn't make him lose his sanity: "...that's enough, you go back."

"I can act like nothing happened."

He turned his head to look at the calm sailor bowl in the courtyard, unwilling to meet Genji's gaze.

If it weren't for his disheveled clothes and flushed face, almost no one would believe that he just experienced a hearty comfort.

Genji picked up his forehead protector and headband, leaned over and kissed Hanzo on the forehead, stood up quickly before being counterattacked, and left without a word.

After he left, the bedroom was even more quiet and cold, as if the spring scenery in the room just now was Nanke Yimeng.

Hanzo picked up the yellow hairband, stroked the needle-embroidered cloud patterns with his fingers, and after looking at it for a moment, he closed the door in silence, shutting out the garden full of cherry blossoms and moonlight from the outside.

***

"I want to be you. See what you see, love what you love." From "400 Years of Surprise"

"I won't meet you tonight

I met everything in the world tonight

but won't meet you"

"The Hawthorn Tree" by Haizi