Fallen General's Omega (BL)

The sun rises, casting golden rays that stretch across the land, illuminating the world as if gently waking it from its slumber. Its light touches a small, hidden house perched atop a quiet hill, cloaked in the shadows of towering trees. The hill, secluded and serene, is a secret known only to those who live within. The thick forest surrounding it keeps prying eyes at bay, as if nature itself conspires to protect the peaceful haven. Behind the house, a lush backyard teems with life—an orchard of fruit trees, their branches heavy with ripe offerings. A modest greenhouse stands nestled near the treeline, brimming with a vibrant array of vegetables and flowers, a testament to careful tending.

Beside the well, a newly built shed leans comfortably into its space, housing remnants of the past. Inside, old pieces of furniture rest among piles of wood, and tucked away in the corner, nearly forgotten, is a wheelchair. Dust settles softly on its unused wheels, a quiet reminder of a time before recovery.

But inside the little house, all is warmth and comfort. The modest home is cozy, filled with personal touches—blankets draped over chairs, shelves lined with books and trinkets. The scent of the previous night's fire lingers in the air, the embers in the hearth now barely glowing, casting a soft warmth across the room.

In the single bedroom, two figures lie entwined beneath a thick quilt, their breaths slow and synchronized in the rhythm of deep sleep. The larger man, golden-haired and strong, has one arm protectively draped over the smaller figure beside him. His handsome face is softened by sleep, the tension that usually rests in his features replaced by an unusual peace. His hair spills slightly over the pillow, catching the first glimmers of morning light.

Nestled against him is the smaller man, his dark hair fanned out across the pillow like an inky halo. His delicate, almost ethereal beauty stands in contrast to the man's sturdy form, yet they fit together perfectly, as if they've always belonged this way. His chest rises and falls gently, face serene and content.

On the pillow beside them, another presence joins the quiet scene. A plump bird, with white feathers on its round belly and wings that shift from blue to green, rests comfortably near their heads. Its beady eyes remain closed, content in the warmth of the room and the peaceful slumber of its companions.

The chubby bird, roused by the soft glow of morning light, flutters awake from its perch on the pillow. Without hesitation, it takes flight and lands squarely on the face of the larger man sleeping in the bed. He groans in response, lifting a hand to swat the persistent creature away, but the bird moves with surprising agility for its plump frame, dodging each lazy attempt.

This little game continues until the man, clearly losing patience, lets out a deeper, tired groan. His voice, low and husky from sleep, mumbles, "Grape, it's too early for this." But the bird is relentless.

With another reluctant sigh, the man finally gives in, pulling himself out from beneath the covers. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, his bare chest gleaming faintly in the soft morning light. As he stands, he stretches slowly, his muscles rippling with the movement. His broad shoulders and defined chest, unmarred by a shirt, flex as he reaches his arms overhead. The lines of his abdomen tighten, and his toned, attractive physique is on full display, the low-hanging shorts he wears sitting loosely on his hips. The morning light catches the contours of his well-defined body, emphasizing the strength in his arms and the sculpted lines of his back.

For a moment, he lingers in the stretch, every muscle in his body pulling taut before he exhales and drops his arms. His movement is fluid and controlled, each motion showing the power in his lean frame as he walks over to the window. The cool morning breeze sweeps into the room as he opens it, and the bird, Grape, eagerly darts through the open space, disappearing into the trees beyond.

He watches the bird go, his body still relaxed and languid from sleep, before turning back toward the bed. The smaller figure beside him is still curled under the covers, completely undisturbed by the morning commotion.

With a small, contented sigh, the man returns to the bed, slipping under the blanket with ease. His skin, still warm from the brief chill of the morning air, presses against the other figure as he pulls them closer. His strong arm drapes over the smaller body, drawing them into his chest as he buries his face in the dark, messy hair spilling across the pillow. The other man shifts slightly, unconsciously nestling further into the embrace.

The morning sun continues to rise, casting a soft, golden glow over their entwined bodies. The room falls back into a peaceful stillness, with only the quiet sound of breathing and the fading caw of the bird in the distance.

*

The afternoon sun filters through the kitchen windows, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The smaller man, now dressed in a simple yet charming outfit, stands at the stove. His delicate features are focused with concentration as he stirs a pot of simmering stew. The aroma of herbs and spices fills the air, blending with the faint scent of freshly baked bread. 

The larger man, shirtless and relaxed, leans casually against the counter. His gaze is fixed on the smaller man, a look of admiration and affection in his blue eyes. Every so often, he offers a playful comment or a helpful hand, which is met with light-hearted laughter and teasing remarks from the smaller man.

"You know," the larger man says with a grin, "you make cooking look like an art form. I think I might just be tempted to sit back and let you take over all the meals."

The smaller man glances over his shoulder with a mischievous smile. "Oh, really? And what will you do while I cook?"

"Well," the larger man replies, moving closer, "I could enjoy watching you and maybe sneak a kiss or two."

The smaller man laughs softly, shaking his head as he continues to stir. The playful banter continues, their chemistry undeniable. The larger man steps closer, his strong presence adding warmth to the already cozy kitchen.

As the meal nears completion, the larger man's blue eyes soften, his affection palpable. He reaches out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from the smaller man's face. Their eyes meet, and the playful atmosphere gives way to a deeper, more intimate connection.

The smaller man's heart races, his cheeks flushing slightly as the larger man's gaze holds him captive. The larger man's hand slides around to the smaller man's neck, pulling him gently closer. The air between them thickens, charged with anticipation.

Without breaking eye contact, the larger man leans in, his lips brushing against the smaller man's. The kiss starts softly but quickly deepens into something more intense, a melding of passion and longing. The smaller man responds eagerly, his hands finding their way to the larger man's shoulders, pulling him even closer. The heat from the stove and the warmth of their bodies create a cocoon of intimacy around them.

Just as the kiss reaches its crescendo, a sudden, frantic fluttering interrupts the moment. The chubby blue bird, Grape, swoops in from nowhere, its wings flapping wildly as it lands directly on the larger man's head. The larger man breaks the kiss, his eyes widening in surprise as he attempts to shoo the bird away.

The smaller man, caught between laughter and exasperation, watches as the bird pecks at the larger man's head, clearly insistent on regaining its spot of attention. 

"Grape!" the smaller man exclaims, trying to suppress his giggles. "Of course, you'd interrupt now."

The larger man, still with a bemused expression, gently lifts the bird from his head and sets it down on the counter. He looks at the smaller man with a mixture of affection and frustration, his hair disheveled from the bird's antics.

*

As the sun sets and the chill of the evening deepens, the couple on the hill finds solace in the cozy warmth of their home. The day, filled with laughter and a few interruptions from their feathery friend, concludes with a tranquil, intimate moment.

In front of the fireplace, the flickering flames cast a soft, golden glow across the room. The smaller man, wrapped in a snug blanket, nestles comfortably in the larger man's arms. The larger man, resting against the back of a gently rocking chair, holds him close, his strong arms providing a protective and affectionate embrace. The rocking chair moves slowly, the rhythmic creaking creating a soothing backdrop to their peaceful silence.

Perched on the larger man's shoulders is Grape, the chubby blue bird blending seamlessly into the serene scene. The bird, having finally found a spot of its own, rests contentedly, its blue feathers nearly merging with the larger man's back. The firelight dances on the bird's plumage, highlighting its vibrant hues and adding to the cozy atmosphere.

The room is filled with a comforting silence, punctuated only by the crackle of the fire and the occasional rustle of the blanket. The couple's breathing is synchronized, each inhale and exhale in harmony as they enjoy this moment of serene intimacy. The smaller man, his head resting against the larger man's chest, listens to the steady heartbeat beneath, a gentle reminder of their closeness and affection.

With the world outside growing colder and darker, the warmth of the fireplace and the closeness of their embrace create a sanctuary from the winter chill. The larger man's hand rests gently on the smaller man's back, his fingers lightly tracing comforting patterns. The smaller man's eyes are closed, a contented smile on his lips as he savors the tranquility of the evening.

As the rocking chair continues its gentle sway, the couple remains wrapped in their cocoon of warmth and love, their hearts full and their spirits at ease. The scene is one of perfect contentment, a quiet conclusion to a day spent in each other's company, illuminated by the

soft light of the fire and the presence of their beloved bird.