En AO3 este cap es aún el 4 del fic, pero lo moveré al cap 3 cuando ya termine y suba el cap 5. Este lo subí como hace unos días no más, después de todo, así que aún no lo moveré. Es que este cap originalmente iba a ser un extra o algo así, pero como la cosa se me alargó, prefería ponerlo como cap 3, para que esté bien ordenado cronológicamente. Tengo harto más que no he publicado aquí, pero ya lo iré haciendo c:
*****
Better than cigarettes
by RPMizu
Chapter 3: Intoxication
When he arrived at the hotel, his teammates were all totally wrecked. It was a bit sad he had to miss the little party they were throwing out that night, but now he is actually kind of glad he had been out for most of the evening, or he would be in the same deplorable state as them. There are countless bottles and beer cans scattered around the room, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol. At least it seems none had vomited. He is also glad that Miseng is not here to see this disconcerting scene. Wangnan walks between the unconscious bodies of his comrades, which lay around like corpses on the couches and floor.
“God, you are all a mess. I did want to get wasted with you all, though, it must have been fun even if all of you feel like shit right now. And now I’m the only one who is not part of the party.” He can’t help sounding a little sad, but then he has to cover his mouth to not laugh like a hyena when he sees Yihwa trying to get up, pushing an unconscious Goseng from on top of her. Wangnan approaches her struggling figure and looks down to meet her grumpy gaze. “Feeling a little better than the rest?”
“Oh, welcome back…” she sounds wrecked, but at least she is awake. “Don’t just stand there and help me up, please.”
“On my way!” Wangnan’s happy tone probably gives Yihwa a headache, by the way she massages her forehead, trying to bear with the pain. He picks up the unconscious girl with glasses and leaves her on a nearby couch, effectively freeing Yihwa. “Since you are such a lady, I didn’t think you would drink so much.”
“I didn’t.” He helps her up and supports her weight until she is less dizzy and is able to stand by herself. “But I can’t take any alcohol. Just two or three glasses and I got sleepy. I just woke up with Miss Goseng crushing me, when you entered the room.”
“So you don’t even know how everyone ended up like this? What a bummer, I wanted to know what everyone did when they were still conscious.” He looks around again. “God, even Prince is here. He is still a child, you know.”
“Yeah, Goseng managed to get Miseng to bed before all of this started, but Prince didn’t want to listen to anybody. He fell down earlier than me, though.”
“Hahahaha, at least you have more endurance than a little kid!” Yihwa gives him a light smack on the head for making fun of her, but the aggressive movement makes her dizzy again. “Sorry, sorry. Oh.” Then Wangnan sees him. Their most dreaded comrade is unconscious beside Prince, who apparently tried to hug him before falling asleep, and Viole simply let the little boy be attached to him. His messy long dark hair is covering almost all of his face. “Viole got drunk too!? For real!?”
“Jeez, don’t shout! Yes, the others persuaded Mr. Viole into drinking with everyone. He passed out after I did, so I don’t know how much he drank.”
Wangnan wanted to know what Viole did when he was inebriated and still conscious, but no one else is awake aside from Yihwa. Now he will never know, and will have to live with it. Ok, he knows is overreacting now. Probably someone would remember tomorrow and will be able to tell him everything, right? Wangnan sighs, hoping that would be the case, and asks Yihwa to help him take the others to their respective rooms. They split up, but he makes sure he is the one taking Viole, and that the last one he has to take with him is indeed Viole.
Now he is carrying the unconscious slayer candidate on his back. He anxiously opens the door to Viole’s room, which is a lot tidier than how he thought it would be. Wangnan leaves him carefully on the bed and then sits beside him. Viole doesn’t even flinch as Wangnan brushes the hair off his face, and is stunned again at how cute his features are beneath those longs bangs.
“Long hair looks good on you, but you really need to cut those bangs. They make you look so gloomy, even when, in fact, you are a real sweetheart. At least we finally found that out.” He pokes Viole’s right cheek with one finger. It is so soft to the touch. Wangnan feels heat accumulating in his own face. “I haven’t told anyone, you know? About what I saw that night.” Now, two of his fingers make their way to Viole’s lips, tracing them slowly. “It’s my dirty secret.”
He yelps when Viole parts his lips a little, his soft breath coming in and out between them, his chest going up and down in a steady, calm rhythm. He looks so relaxed, deep in slumber. Viole won’t know if Wangnan touches his lips a bit longer, right? He swallows hard, trying to calm his untamed heartbeat. His fingers keep tracing those round lips, and he even dares to insert one finger between them. A pleasant tingling gets hold of his whole body: Viole’s mouth is incredibly hot inside, and it tempts him to just take it with his own, right there. His heart almost stops when he feels a little sucking on his finger and then a tongue slowly tracing it. He is glad he didn’t jump back, because, upon further inspection, Viole is still sleeping. It seems it’s just a reflex. What a curious reflex, though.
“Jeez, don’t scare me like that.” And don’t tempt me like this, he wants to say. Damn, even his reflexes are sexy. And now he is unable to resist his curiosity and obvious desires. He leans on top of Viole, their faces so near their noses almost touch, soft breath against his chin. “I can’t forget about that night, even after all these months. Do you even know what you and your master did to me?” His mouth now brushes Viole’s. If he moves just a mere centimeter, he will be kissing him. Will he be able to escape the dreams he is been having if he just lets his desires unleashed? He shouldn’t do it. Viole is passed out and can’t even say yes or no to him. But… if it’s just a kiss, then maybe…
He doesn’t notice what he is doing until it is too late. He has closed the millimetrical distance between them and now his mouth is fully on Viole’s, delighting himself in how soft and somewhat sweet his lips are. Unlike how it was with his fingers, the slayer candidate doesn’t react immediately. He just keeps taking in short breaths when Wangnan pulls apart for just a few seconds, unable to stop and let go completely. This is not yet enough for the red-light district prince. He adventures his tongue inside Viole’s mouth, wanting to reach further, to taste him more deeply.
A suffocated moan reaches Wangnan’s ears and he freezes up momentarily. Right now, he doesn’t dare to move at all. Shit, shit, shit! Did he wake up Viole? His blood feels cold with fear. Viole is a really nice kid, but a really powerful one, and you don’t know what he might do when pissed off for real.
After a moment, however, he notices Viole is still sleeping peacefully. God, he knows he should pull off now, but his body just won’t listen. It’s like the sense of relief, for some reason, had made makes him more daring, and when he moves his tongue inside that hot mouth, Viole’s reactions, even though minor and sloppy, make him even more aroused. Viole’s tongue reaches timidly for his, reciprocating the kiss unconsciously. His quiet breath becomes more labored, and a few low moans mix with Wangnan’s owns. God, this feels like Heaven. He has dreamt about this for a long time, and now he is really kissing Viole, the cute boy he once saw having sex with his own master. No wonder that man seems so addicted to kissing him. With someone like Viole, he wouldn’t need cigarettes either.
He parts from Viole for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath and calm his accelerated heartbeat. This is too much. He takes a moment to observe the boy beneath him. Viole’s long hair is a mess around him and his lips are a little red now. His breath is still a little harsh, but it’s calming down. The movements of his chest, up and down, up and down, introduce Wangnan into a trance for a moment. He shakes his head, feeling a little dizzy by all that is happening, by the risk of getting caught and the anxiety it provokes on him, by this overwhelming desire he feels for Viole right now, proven by the excessive tightness in his pants. Should he do more? This is a chance in a lifetime, Wangnan is sure about it. But… he can’t. He can’t take advantage of Viole being wasted like this. It’s wrong in so many ways. Yeah, he should leave it as it is. He should wrap Viole gently with the bed covers, then get out of his room and let him rest. He may have to jerk off in this own room before going to sleep though.
“Mr. Wangnan…?”
In that instant, his brain short-circuited, as he heard Viole finally waking up and calling his name in a drowsy tone. In his panicked reaction, the only idea Wangnan can come up with is silencing Viole with his own mouth again, afraid the slayer candidate could start shouting or something, and everyone would know about his inappropriate actions. They would accuse him of being a fucking rapist or something like that. Still, he calms down a little when he feels Viole kissing him back once more, albeit even more tiredly than before. Those golden eyes still seem sleepy. Is he awake or is he not? Wangnan isn’t sure, but he can’t think straight either. The only things he can feel now are the sweetness of Viole’s mouth, and his whole body burning up with ardent desire.
The red-light district prince kissing the slayer candidate. His heart skips a beat at the thought. Nonetheless, he continues to kiss the drowsy boy bellow him, daring then to move his lips to his slightly exposed neck. He can hear small gasps, and the body beneath him shivers a little. So cute. He thanks Viole is wearing a dress shirt (like the one he had that night, although not oversized. He swallows loudly at the memory), since he can open it and easily expose his chest. He starts licking all over, carefully taking into his mouth one of the pink little buds. Viole’s back arks slightly and another muffled sound comes out. After a few seconds, his body squirms so much Wangnan has to stop sucking on this tiny nipple, which now is red like his lips. It comes out from his mouth with an awkward, wet pop sound.
Now what?, he wants to say out loud. He shouldn’t dare to do more, but his hands move on his own accord on top of Viole’s muscled abdomen, until they reach the waist of his pants. Wangnan notices a slight bulge between the boy’s legs. At least he isn’t the only one aroused, but his own erection is much more notorious inside his pants than Viole’s. It’s starting to hurt, actually. He needs to get out of here and alleviate the energy that has accumulated in there before it’s too late.
“…You won’t touch me, Mr. Wangnan?”
His heart stops when he hears that low, probably not intentionally but nonetheless seductive whisper. Viole is looking directly into his eyes, and his hands reach for Wangnan’s face, still moving languidly. God, if he doesn’t want it, then he shouldn’t be acting so sexy. This is not Wangnan’s fault. He is giving him time to complain, to push him away, or at least seem angry, frightened or something, but he is doing none of those. Viole simply stares at him with those now visibly drowsy golden eyes. How can he resist that? How can anyone resist that?
So he goes on, unzipping Viole’s pants and sliding them down his long legs, along with his underwear. Still, Viole doesn’t look upset. He doesn’t seem to understand completely what’s happening though, and that should be signal enough for Wangnan to stop. But when he sees Viole lying almost naked in front of him, his cheeks pink and his red lips a bit parted, the rest of his sanity dies. He releases his own erection from his pants, sighing loudly at the needed release, and starts touching Viole’s, which grows bigger with the first few strokes. But Wangnan also needs to come badly, to come right now, so he adds his own penis into the grip of his hand too, masturbating both of them at the same time and creating a delicious friction between them.
Wangnan would never have imagined he would be doing this with Viole. Never, not even when he started having wet dreams about the boy. “Does it feel good?” He tries to sound confident, as that man did, but he knows he failed miserably. Thankfully, Viole doesn’t seem to mind that much, though. He nods two times, eyes and mouth shut. Wangnan tries to create more friction between them and speeds up the pace of his hand. Viole is not making any sound aside from a more ragged breath, and Wangnan feels kind of disappointed. Well, he was mostly quiet with his master at first too, and the sounds went up in volume when things got more intense. That means he will have to take further action if he wants to hear those delicious moans that have been haunting his dreams for the past month.
“Where is…?” He needs to catch his breath before asking Viole what he wants. Those few words did catch Viole’s attention though, as he half opens those caramel eyes again. “…Where is that gift your master gave you last time?” he finally manages to say. Following Viole’s gaze reveals the answer, as it ends on a drawer next to the bed. He reaches for that place and, after searching a bit, he finds what he is looking for. That damned vibrator which also haunts his dreams. He has always wanted to use it on Viole, like that man did, to shove it inside him and make him writhe in pleasure. He shouldn’t do it though, he knows it, but Viole isn’t really telling him not to, if you think about it. “Do you use this often?”
The phrase escaped his mind before he could even realize it. “E-Eh…? Ah, mmm…” Jeez, how insensitive can he get? Poor Viole looks so mortified by his words. But he answers sincerely nonetheless, his pure heart probably not allowing him to lie. So Viole nods twice again, this time slowly, like he is dying from embarrassment. And Wangnan has the urge to give him a tight hug and pet his head, but also to fuck him wildly, all at the same time. It’s so endearing and arousing, like only Viole can be.
“You must like it a lot then.” He doesn’t know how he is daring to tell Viole all these things, but he likes this too much, seeing the usually stoic boy getting embarrassed. “Let’s make it useful then.” He lends the vibrator to Viole, who takes it without a word but looking clearly confused. “Can you make it wet for me? Use your mouth.” His eyes go to Viole’s quivering little hole and he presses one finger around it, making Viole yelp in surprise. Gosh, he only wants to go down there and lick it all over or stretch it mercilessly with his fingers or, even better, with something else entirely. But he manages to stay calm somehow. He doesn’t want to hurt Viole, after all. “I don’t think it can go in if you don’t do it.”
Viole seems to hesitate for a while, just looking at that perverted thing in his hands, but then he shuts his eyes and takes out his tongue, starting to dutifully lick the thing all over. The sight makes Wangnan even harder than he already was. “Good boy.” He pets Viole’s head as the boy introduces the thing inside his mouth with some difficulty, and Wangnan can’t help imagining how that small cavern would feel around his own shaft. Jeez, if this goes on he is not going to last long when he is finally inside Viole. Ok, it seems he is totally determined to get inside him, isn’t it? It’s too late to take it all back, anyways, so he might grasp the opportunity as it’s presented so willingly in front of him.
“…Is this ok?”
Viole’s breathless voice takes him out of his guilty thoughts. He receives the vibrator from Viole’s hands and examines it. It seems wet enough, right? He is not really sure. He is not a virgin, certainly, but it’s not like he has used this kind of things with anyone else before, let alone on a man. Jeez, he is clearly not worthy of someone like Viole, is he? That man, Jinsung, probably has far more experience than he can even imagine.
Ok, this is not the time get depressed. Even if he is not worthy of Viole, and exactly because of that, he has to take this opportunity the heavens brought to him. “Well, we will have to find out.” So he spreads Viole’s long legs, finding no resistance whatsoever, and then inspects the little entrance with his fingers. It’s so small he doubts this thing can enter, but he tries pushing the tip in either way. As a result of the sudden intrusion, Viole gasps audibly and his entire body tenses up, before taking a long exhale. “S-Sorry. Did it hurt?”
“I’m fine… It’s just… I-It’s big.” The low, contained whisper makes Wangnan almost go mad with desire. Without much warning, he pushes the dildo in even further. He is still careful, but manages to take a loud moan out of Viole’s throat nonetheless. Feeling more satisfied now, Wangnan leans over the boy and takes his mouth with his own, breaking apart from time to time to not muffle the exquisite sounds that come out of Viole as the dildo goes deeper in him, but also wanting to be able to keep tasting those addictive lips. “Mr. Wangnan… It feels full.”
“It’s because it’s all in now.” He kisses the tears of pleasure accumulating in the corners of Viole’s eyes, and then places another kiss on his red cheeks as he moves the dildo inside of Viole slowly. Soft moans come out of him, and they get a little louder when he picks up an adequate pace. “But you can’t say it’s fully in if it’s not fully functional, right?” He whispers those words into Viole’s ear, and sees the boy shiver slightly in response. What a cute reaction.
So he flips the switch on. The result? It’s like an electric current ran through Viole’s entire body, and now Wangnan can finally hear that wanton moaning he overheard that fatidic night, and the mechanic sound of the vibrator functioning, mixed in between, makes it all the more dirty in Wangnan’s ears. He can make it worse, of course, with his own words. “Here, touch yourself too. And touch me, Viole.” He guides Viole’s hand to their erections, to join Wangnan’s own hand, and Viole quietly complies like the good boy he is. The touch of Viole’s long fingers on his most sensitive skin makes Wangnan’s mind blank.
And Viole comes undone now too, squirming and moaning a little too loud for their sake. “Shh…” Wangnan muffles the sounds with kisses, as he continues to masturbate both of them with Viole’s assistance. “I love the sounds you make, Viole, but remember the others must not hear us…”
As Viole shakes his head and bites his lower lip, Wangnan finds himself unable to talk anymore. He is too close to the edge. He can feel Viole is too, precum dripping from both of them, soaking their joined hands with white drops. Wangnan gets up one more level of the vibrator, and that does it: Viole opens his eyes completely as a strong orgasm takes hold of his entire shaking body. The pressure applied by Viole’s hand gripping tightly around his penis, and the enticing image of Viole’s orgasm, make Wangnan lose it too, and his semen gets mixed with Viole’s on top of the boy’s muscular yet slender abdomen.
After opening his eyes again, Wangnan needs a moment to catch his breath and fix his vision, as so does Viole, apparently. The boy gasps a few times and then curls his body into a ball, as the vibrator slips out of him. The reaction immediately concerns Wangnan. Is he regretting what they just did? Did it hurt him? But, to his surprise, Viole is touching his own entrance, fingers trembling from the aftereffects of his own climax. And then, a soft, pained whisper makes Wangnan suddenly hard again. “It’s not enough… it’s never enough…”
Feeling totally captivated and probably smiling like an enamored fool, he grabs Viole by the waist and lifts him so he ends up sitting on Wangnan’s lap. Viole seems disoriented, like he is still intoxicated by all the alcohol he drank earlier, but nonetheless allows himself be taken, and then rests his head on Wangnan’s shoulder, still trying to stabilize the rhythm of his breath. “You need something inside so you can come, right, Viole? That’s why you use this thing.”
His hands cup Viole’s perfect butt and separate its cheeks a bit. Viole shudders slightly, probably feeling Wangnan’s newly-grown erection rubbing between his ass cheeks. “It’s just… without my Master, I get lonely… Both my heart and body feel lonely…”
Those words light up another flame inside Wangnan, one different from the tenderness this boy normally provokes in him, or the almost feral desire he is been feeling for him too. No, this is completely new. It burns painfully with anger. He soon realizes it’s the flame of jealousy. “Then let me take his place when necessary.” With one arm, he pulls Viole even closer, trapping his body against his own. With his other hand, he grabs Viole’s head, probably yanking his long hair a little in the process, and keeps it in place so he can explore his mouth freely. Even though he looks surprised, the boy doesn’t present any resistance to his actions. “Viole, you don’t know how much I want you…” Wangnan whispers between kisses. It’s like he is devouring Viole’s mouth now.
He nibbles Viole’s lower lip as he parts from him, and Viole looks completely disheveled: loose long hair slightly knotted, swollen red lips, watery caramel eyes and a chest going up and down, as paused breaths come in and out. His gaze still seems clouded by intoxication (or by desire, Wangnan hopes). It all makes Wangnan almost die inside, his passionate desires consuming him all the way to his bones. So he asks, trying not to sound as pathetic as he thinks he is being. “Let me come inside you, Viole. Please, it’s all I want now.”
“But… My Master won’t like something like that…” Well, at least he didn’t say I don’t want you, go away, perverted beast. That means something, right? That means he doesn’t have zero chance, at least.
Nonetheless, the red-light district prince silences him with a short peck on the lips. His voice is a low, needy whisper as he keeps talking, while his own mouth is grazing against Viole’s. “But he doesn’t need to know, and if he does get to know somehow, you can use it at your advantage, like when you talked about that other guy you like to get him jealous.” He knows he sounds desperate, trying to lure Viole into something like this with those kinds of arguments, the ones that make him even more jealous. “I just want, no, I need to be inside of you right now. You feel it, right? My erection against your skin.” Viole closes his eyes tightly, and nods frenetically. “Then say it, Viole. Say you allow me to go inside you.”
Because not even in dreams would he want to defile this pure creature, he needs to know it is ok. So he waits, biting away the impulse of pushing Viole down and just fuck him already. And when Viole’s low whisper of “Ok…” reaches his ears, Wangnan doesn’t need any more words. He grabs the boy’s hips and lets them down on top of his penis, entering him slowly. The sensation is so overwhelming Wangnan has to remember how to breathe. It feels like Heaven, to be squished like this by Viole’s tight inner walls. Like heavenly torture, because he knows he has to drop Viole slowly on top of him so he does not hurt him, but in reality he only wants to start thrusting upwards like there is no tomorrow. And it might be no tomorrow: it’s an event that would never repeat itself, after all.
Instead of acting like an animal, as his instincts are telling him to do, he takes a moment to study Viole’s reactions, how he flinched at the sudden intrusion, and then tries to relax against Wangnan’s shoulder. His pained, yet somehow pleasured breath bathes Wangnan’s left ear. The sigh almost sounds relieved. So he takes that as a sign that he can move, at least a little. He thrusts up his hips, meeting with Viole’s and taking out a repressed moan out of him.
“…It looks like you love this, being done by another man.” He grabs those hips firmly and moves Viole’s body on top of his lap. The sensation of his own dick moving inside the slayer candidate makes him afraid he might lose control entirely. The quiet, delicious moans against his ear don’t help at all either. It’s hard for Wangnan to talk, but he does so nonetheless. He can’t help it, and he doesn’t know why. “You like having hard… things shoved inside you, right?”
“A-Ahhh! Stop… S-Stop asking those things…” Well, it seems it’s even harder for Viole to speak. It must be hard to try to suppress every sound when you have a dick in your ass. But that’s no good. He wants to hear everything Viole has to offer him, every little pant, every loud whine.
So he tightens his grip and tries to pick up the pace, as a notoriously surprised gasp comes out of the slayer candidate. “Oh, you don’t know how amazing you feel around my shaft…” He has to take in a deep breath, after a long groan, but he keeps speaking nonetheless, ignoring Viole’s recent pleads. “…Doing you is like a dream come true…” It literally is. How many times has he dreamt about this? Too many to count. And now he has Viole squirming in his arms, against his chest and shoulder blade, panting in his ear. “You like it too, right? Say it.”
He tries to sound commanding, like that man did, but he doesn’t know if he succeeded. Apparently he did, as Viole’s body is overwhelmed by a noticeable shudder. Maybe it’s not so difficult when your voice is charged by deep, dark desires, as it is, more and more each second. “But…” Viole’s voice comes out quiet, as he is still trying to contain it. “But I don’t… Master won’t like this… I’m sorry, Master…”
A lone tear crosses his red-colored cheek, and Wangnan snaps. He pushes Viole onto the bed, maneuvers Viole’s long legs so they rest on top of his shoulders and starts riding him, thrusting inside more aggressively, like he is trying to bury himself deep inside Viole and thus marking him as his own. In turn, Viole’s moans get louder, and he tries to muffle them with his hands. That doesn’t please Wangnan at all, so he grabs Viole’s arms and pushes them onto the bed too. A whimper escapes Viole, as he bites his own lips in a final attempt to silence himself.
“But you are weak against pleasure, and more importantly, you are weak against loneliness! That’s why…!” After the first words came out in a string of an angry voice, he has to pause to be able to say one last thing, not stopping the movement of his hips. How is it that his voice comes out unshaken now? “That’s why you let me do you now… because you are lonely.”
“My Master can’t stay with me every day… Ahhh! M-Mr. Khun can’t be by my side either… I-I want them with me… Ahhh!!” Viole has to take a moment to collect himself, as he lets out some more pained yet pleasured moans before he is able to speak again. Upon seeing this, Wangnan stops moving for a second in order to letting him finish his thoughts, eager to hear them even if they might drive him crazy with envy. “If my Master can’t stay with me, at least I want to go back to Mr. Khun, to them... I want to be with everyone again…”
More tears fall across those flushed cheeks, as Viole lets his lonely feelings pour out. But Wangnan is too intoxicated now, too drown in pure animalistic desire. So he devours those lips again, and then looks directly into those now half open honey eyes. “I know I said I will return you to your old team, but… the truth is…” A deep groan, mixed in between Viole’s ragged breath and his own, as he starts moving again, slowly this time. “I want to have you in my bed every night. Unlike your Master, I would try to keep your heart warm every second. And this delicious body you have… I would make good use of it every night, as you would want him to do.”
Viole closes his eyes, probably picturing the face of another man. A seductive whisper comes out of those appetizing lips. “Yes, I like it… I like when my Master uses me however he wants...” Then he opens his eyes again, and they are completely clean of malice, filled with determination and purity. “But you are not him, Mr. Wangnan, neither are you Mr. Khun. I am sorry.” He manages to say, voice firm and crystal clear, as Wangnan stops his movement again in order to listen. He regrets doing so immediately. He wanted to live this dream a little longer, not face the harsh reality: Viole doesn’t want him the way Wangnan wants him.
“I won’t let you go. I will make you mine.” Wangnan lets out, as he thrusts in once again, roughly this time, and the boy yelps underneath him. He caught a glimpse of fear on those honey gold eyes, but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. It’s like someone else has taken control over his body and mind, a dark shadow that has lurked inside his heart through all of these months. So without regret, he takes Viole’s arms and wraps them around his shoulders. “Don’t clench at the sheets. Wrap your arms around me, like this.” His voice doesn’t even sound like his own anymore. It’s a strange mix between cold and unfeeling, but also ardent with longing and passion. Whose voice is this? “Scratch my back if you need to. That way I’ll have proof I had you tonight, even if this never repeats.”
“Mr. Wangnan…?” It seems Viole has also noticed there is something strange going on, but can’t determine what. But Wangnan can. His mind is drifting away, it has melt in his desires and made way to another will that rested inside of him. And as he keeps pushing himself onto Viole, he can see his own unknown expression reflected in those clear eyes, as something akin to compassion emerges in those ponds of gold.
“…E-Eh?”
Wangnan suddenly wakes up, an unknown roof in front of his eyes. He feels incredibly disoriented as he sits up, noticing he is lying on a soft couch. The sound of water running in the bathroom of this hotel room confuses him even more. Where is he? Then he sees clothes lying on the bed, clothes he can recognize anywhere. Those are… FUG clothes.
Did I fall asleep in Viole’s room!? He panics internally, trying not to make much noise so Viole doesn’t notice him here. He must have seen him already though, since he already got up and is taking a shower right now. What happened? He remembers lots of things, and each further memory makes him feel guiltier and also hornier than the last one.
I carried him on my back into this room, after meeting with Yihwa on the recreation room. Then I left him on his bed and… I do remember kissing him. That was real. He traces his own lips, remembering the soft texture of that mouth, the sweet taste. Then… yeah, I remember thinking about going further and then backing down. I sat here, thinking I would need to jerk off in the bathroom, but probably fell asleep without doing anything. So everything else I remember was a dream!? A wet dream at that. Another one.
Of course it was a dream. Neither his penis nor the vibrator could have entered Viole that easily without loosing him up with actual lube beforehand. Spit isn’t as effective as his mind makes it seem. Though it wasn’t the same kind of dream he has been having for the past few months. No. This one was more serious, more painful, and more concerning. He actually kind of forced Viole into having sex with him, even if it was in dreams. And that will he felt getting hold of his own mind and body… what was it? Everything about it was strange and new, and somewhat… terrifying. He doesn’t remember it clearly though, not like he does remember the made up, but almost religiously great feeling of being inside Viole.
He shakes his head, trying to shake off the thoughts at the same time. He peeks through the elastic of his pants and discovers his underwear is a sticky mess. He had come in his pants while dreaming, and is still a little hard. This is so fricking embarrassing. He can’t let Viole see him like this. He looks around. The water is still running in the bathroom. He needs to get out of here immediately, but the frustration he feels is stronger and distracts him from clear thinking. Dear lord, that was my only chance! Viole was so responsive to the kiss, no wonder my more assertive dream self did take the opportunity! How could I waste it like that!? B-but I couldn’t take advantage of his inebriated state, it would have been almost like rape. It would have been rape, period. I would never do that to Viole. To anyone, in fact.
But he couldn’t help his dreams torturing him and revealing his true desires. Stupid brain. For the past months, he has been having at least one wet dream about Viole per week. And now that he kissed him, it will be worse, he is sure of it. He already had that dreadful feeling of being drown in lust and jealousy. It really feels like Viole is some kind of incubus, haunting his dreams and dragging him further down to Hell with the sinful desires he provokes in Wangnan.
He has to get over this, whatever it takes. He might have said those possessive things in his dream, but he genuinely wants Viole to be happy, and that is clearly at his old team’s side. Soon Viole will return with his real team either way, and then maybe Wangnan will be able to forget. It will be a long road, though.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Wangnan?” He almost jumps out of the couch when Viole appears suddenly by his side. To Wangnan’s dismay, he has his long hair untied and still wet, and is only wearing some black pants. Jeez, aside from almost giving him a heart attack, he also has to expose himself in front of him like this? He tries hard not to stare too much, specifically avoiding those pink nipples, hard from the cold, and the slender waist. “Mr. Wangnan?” The slayer candidate repeats, his voice softer and clearer.
“Ah, sorry I ended up sleeping on your couch.” It’s the only thing he manages to think of saying. Good job, Wangnan. Well, Viole surely doesn’t know he was kissed while he was sleeping, and definitely doesn’t know about Wangnan’s wet dream with him, so he is right in chewing off his urge to apologize repeatedly.
“No, thank you for carrying me here. You carried me, right? The last thing I remember is passing out with Prince trying to hug me in his sleep.”
Yeah, Wangnan remembers finding him in a situation like that. I feel you, Prince. “So you don’t remember anything else?”
Viole seems a little confused, and Wangnan’s heart warms up when he tilts his head to the side, looking so innocent. “Should I remember something else? Did I do something while I was asleep?”
That sentence sets an alarm in Wangnan’s brain. Viole really doesn’t remember. Get out of that topic, now. “No, no, nothing happened.” What should he say to distract Viole? Oh, right. “By the way, are you feeling alright? You did drink until you passed out, didn’t you? You don’t have a terrible headache, or feel sore or anything?”
“Eh? No, I feel alright. Thankfully I don’t get headaches for drinking too much.” Well, isn’t he blessed by the gods? Not only he is incredibly powerful and cute (and sexy), he also doesn’t feel bad after a drinking party. That’s some superpower there. “My Master always complained about it, since he does get headaches, and I had to take care of him.”
“Ah…” Wangnan swallows slowly at the mental image that phrase summons: Viole taking care of that older man, like he was his husband. He clears his throat loudly, hoping the gesture will clear his mind too. “I didn’t drink, so I’m alright too, but I suggest you don’t tell the others about this superpower of yours.” Viole seems to not understand, so he explains further. “Everyone will feel bad or get upset if they know you are the only one who doesn’t feel like crap after last night.”
“Ah! I understand. That’s true, I shall not say anything then.”
“Good.” They stay silent for a few seconds, and strangely enough, it doesn’t feel tense at all. In fact, Wangnan feels so at ease that he doesn’t notice what he is saying until it leaves his mouth. Neither does he notice he is patting Viole’s head. “I will get you back to your team, I promise.”
When he hears what he said, he stays frozen in place. Wait for Viole’s reaction; that’s the only thing he can do now. The slayer candidate is still silent, staring at him with his huge eyes, half-covered by those long bangs. “…Thanks, Mr. Wangnan.” Viole’s voice sounds tender and calm, as he leans to the touch a little and closes his eyes completely. A small, serene smile comes to his lips, breaking his usual serious slayer candidate expression. It’s so beautiful Wangnan can’t help get hypnotized by the bright image in front of him. He can’t believe this is the same boy he initially thought was like a devil, defeating his enemies with great ease. Wangnan knows now he is no devil, no monster. Viole has the pure smile of an angel, and he can’t wait to see it get even wider, even brighter.
But he has to react. He abruptly gets his hand away from Viole’s hair, taking him by surprise. He stands up and drags his feet to the door. Damn, he really has to forget these warm feelings he gets when he is with Viole. He hears the other boy calling out his name. “Let’s go see how the others are. I’m kind of concerned, especially about Prince. He is a kid, you know? He shouldn’t have drink alcohol at all.” He tries his hardest to keep his head cold, as he dares to turn back to see Viole again. “Are you coming with me?”
“Yes!” He smiles again, and Wangnan has to look away quickly as he leaves the room, with Viole behind him. That smile is too much for him, especially since he is not used to seeing it at all. A pure-hearted smile, oblivious to Wangnan’s lustful dreams, to the kiss he gave him last night, to the warm feelings inside Wangnan’s chest, and obviously, to the dark feelings too, those which lurk deeply enclosed in his mind. And it has to continue being like that. It’s not like Wangnan feels something special for Viole, like love or something. He doesn’t, right? This sudden jealousy he felt doesn’t mean anything. It’s just Viole ended up being much cuter than he had expected, and he had the misfortune of seeing him being sexy too. No wonder he is confused. But Viole doesn’t have to know that. As his friend, Wangnan needs to help him get back to the people he really loves.
Because that timid smile, which he seldom comes across, deserves the best in the world.
-END of CHAPTER 3-
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