Se me había olvidado subir este capítulo aquí al blog XD Al final decidí hacerlo de 5 caps, siendo uno bien extra entremedio. Y me importa un pico si no les gusta que shippee estas cosas, si igual mi OTP es otra XD Esto solo lo hago porque, no sé, me entretiene la idea de Todos x Baam/Viole XD
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Better than cigarettes
by RPMizu
Chapter 2: Boyfriend shirt
“My sweet Viole~ I’ve got some new clothes for you!”
It was late at night, and Jinsung decided to just burst into his pupil’s room, carrying a large handbag. Said pupil simply stands still by one side of the bed, staring at him with his brows frowned. It seems he was about to get ready for bed. Excellent, just as planned, actually. A smile creeps to his face.
“And I told you, you don’t have to do these things for me, Master.”
“But I like doing them, and I have money to spare, so just accept my generosity with a smile.” Even though Viole doesn’t actually smile at him, he still takes the bag from his hands, sighing tiredly. “Good boy.” Viole jerks up at those words, his cheeks a little pink. The color gets slightly deeper when Jinsung pats his head, as he knows he likes. “Want to try them on?”
“I don’t know. I was going to bed, actually.”
“Oh, come on. We probably won’t get to be together that much any time soon, so you could do me this tiny little favor, don’t you think?”
Viole stares at him, not too convinced, but opens the bag either way and reaches in. He takes out some of the clothes inside, and one pair catches his attention.
“Are these…”
“Ah, yeah…” Jinsung scratches his head, a bit embarrassed. He is referring to a pair of light brown pants and a black shirt. They are all too familiar for both of them.
“I always thought it was strange that you dress the same way all the time, and now you want me to dress like you too?” Viole laughs softly, and Jinsung doesn’t care he is mocking him, since it’s the first time Viole dedicates that cute smile to him throughout the day. “Isn’t this shirt a little big for me, though?”
“It’s because that’s one of mines. I left another one your size inside the bag too.”
“And you want me to try on this one or the other one?” His tone sounds a little mischievous, but he still looks clueless to the real meaning of what he is saying. Either he doesn’t get the implications, or it’s the other way around and he is indeed fast to catch on his intentions. Like always, Jinsung can’t decide on which one is correct. Whichever the case, Viole’s reaction pleases him quite a bit.
“Why do you think I put that one there? You can try on the others later. Now I want to see you wearing this.”
Viole hesitates a little, but he takes the shirt anyways and goes to the bathroom door. “Ok, but I’ll change in here, and no peaking.”
If peaking takes away the chance to see Viole wearing that oversized shirt, then he will absolutely not risk it. So he waits there, sitting on the bed. It probably didn’t take long for Viole to come out, but waiting feels like an eternity when you are this excited for someone to come back. But finally there he is, with only that large black shirt on and nothing else. Jinsung seriously fears he could get a nosebleed when his student approaches him again, sitting by his side on the bed. He looks simply delicious. Viole has grown a lot in the six years they have spent together, but Jinsung’s shirts are still too oversized for him. God, he looks so sexy. He can’t believe his little Viole is actually wearing a boyfriend shirt right now. The way his long legs are exposed, the way the big shirt slides from his shoulders, the small smile on those round lips… all of it sends a wave of heat throughout his body.
“You look so charming.” He can’t help mentioning, and Viole smiles back at him, cheeks slightly pink. So cute. He gets closer to Viole and leans in, with clear intentions of kissing him. Viole doesn’t move away, which Jinsung takes as an ok.
When their lips touch in a slow, gentle kiss, which Viole immediately reciprocates, Jinsung’s mind starts to wonder. Yeah, last time he said doing this kind of things with his student was a mistake, but when he saw him today, a flame of passion and tenderness lit up inside of him again. He really can’t say no to the temptation Viole is. So, the kiss gets more messy and greedy; he holds Viole’s head firmly and fully explores his mouth with his tongue. He can feel Viole jump slightly when one of his hands gets onto his exposed thighs. They are a bit muscular and yet so soft at the same time. Jinsung wonders if he sounds like a perverted old man for thinking that this is a prime example of marvelous young skin. Viole’s whole body tenses up at his touch for a second, but then he relaxes into the kiss again. God, he had missed this so much. The delicious flavor of Viole’s lips, his soft sighs between kisses, the sensation of squeezing those thighs... When he adventures into doing the same thing with that round ass, Viole moves away suddenly.
“There are so many clothes! You really didn’t have to buy all this stuff for me, Master!” he simply says, leaving Jinsung heavily frustrated. What is he playing now? He sounded kind of nervous. He can’t ask though, because another random comment stops him. “You bought ties too. Now I will be able to dress like Mr. Khun.”
There is that name again. It is the second name he has heard the most from Viole, after Rachel. “You really talk a lot about that Khun guy, you know.” He tries not to sound jealous, but he is not sure he succeeded. Is he jealous? He can’t tell. He doesn’t want to know.
“Yeah, I suppose so. Like I already told you, Mr. Khun was the first person I met in the Tower. He is my best friend, and the most beautiful person I ever met.”
“I see… Do you like him?” Why is he asking Viole these questions? What does he plan to do with the answers? What if he doesn’t like the answers?
“Yeah, of course I do. I can’t wait to get back to him and the others.” That still sounds innocent enough, but there’s still a thorn of doubt in Jinsung’s mind.
So he finds nothing better to do than asking directly. “Do you feel attracted to him, romantically?”
“Mmm…” Viole stops to reflect on it for a few seconds. That gives Jinsung the dreaded answer before it even leaves his student’s mouth. “…I think I do.”
Jinsung doesn’t know when or how it happened, but he is now on top of Viole, having pushed him down on the bed, and is devouring his lips again. This time is more like an aggression, though. He has his hands firmly trapped below his own, at either side of Viole’s head, and he bites his bottom lip from time to time. What an unfaithful child! he can’t help thinking, even if it’s clear nothing has happened between his Viole and the Khun boy yet. Besides, Jinsung doesn’t have any formal relationship with Viole and, therefore, has no right to be this jealous. But screw that, he can’t control the rage inside of him, the fear of someone else touching his precious student. He doesn’t know the guy, but it’s obvious something would indeed happen if they get to meet again. After all, who could resist this devilish angel?
He finally lets go of those addictive lips, rejoicing in the way Viole is panting hard, his chest going up and down, hypnotizing him, cheeks flushed and lips swollen by overuse. Jinsung doesn’t stop there though. He takes advantage of the shirt leaving his neck fully exposed and starts nibbling there, sucking into the skin, leaving red and purple marks which probably won’t fade anytime soon, and earning pained yet pleasured moans in return. This way, if someone tries to touch his pupil, they would see he already has an owner.
*****
Outside, a young blonde man makes his way through the lone corridor, and stops in front of Viole’s room. He didn’t feel satisfied with their conversation earlier, he didn’t feel he succeeded in making Viole feel supported by his new team, so he came here to make sure his point got across. He is about to knock, but he doesn’t want to disturb his well-deserved sleep. So, he opens the door just a little, peaking inside to see if he is already asleep.
“Ahh… Master…”
A strange sound reaches Wangnan’s ears, and he becomes paralyzed. What was that? The scene developing in front of his eyes almost makes him fall back in shock. The man who came to visit them this afternoon, who frightened Wangnan so much at first, is on top of Viole and is kissing him. Or something like that. It seems he is almost devouring Viole’s neck, though. What the hell!? he is about to scream, but he keeps silent out of fear of alerting that man. Is he… abusing Viole? Wangnan knows that man is Viole’s master (if he remembers correctly, is named Jinsung), and even if Viole is really strong, that man is probably many times stronger. But Viole didn’t seem afraid of him earlier…
“Master, it’s not that late yet… we shouldn’t be doing this now… Someone might come into my room…”
Yeah, here I am, in fact, thinks Wangnan, swallowing hard. At least that meant he isn’t being forced into… this. Are they lovers? Is Viole homosexual? Well, he hasn’t reacted at all to Yihwa’s obvious interest in him, but even then the thought didn’t even cross Wangnan’s mind. I shouldn’t be here… They could notice him any time, but he can’t stop staring at them. He would never have pictured Viole in a situation like this, and he has to admit… it’s kind of hot. Really hot, actually.
“Then try to keep quiet… It’s your fault for having the hots for another man.”
“What does that mean, to have the hots?”
Awww. Viole sounded so innocent, and the accelerated breath made it sound sexy too. Wait. Does that mean Viole is in love with someone else? It couldn’t be… him, right, Wangnan himself? He wants to slap himself for even considering that. Nah, it could never be, and he doesn’t think Viole is interested in one of the others either. It is probably one of his old comrades. But then why is he being so… intimate with his master? Wangnan swallows hard again, his eyes never leaving the hot scene inside that room.
“It means you are a bad boy.”
Jinsung makes them shift positions, and Wangnan feels his heart stopping. How did he never notice Viole had such a nice ass? Well, he never had the chance to see it so clearly until now. Now Viole is there, ass displayed in the air for him to see. He is wearing only a big shirt and a small piece of underwear, both black. With Viole on top, the man squeezes those cheeks a bit, the flesh looking soft in his hands, and then shoves the little underwear aside, leaving his small hole exposed for Wangnan to see. It’s quivering a bit and looks so fucking inviting, Wangnan finds himself not just half erect anymore, especially when long fingers get inside that small opening, and Viole’s whole body trembles in what seems to be a bit of pain, but also pleasure.
“Ahh, Master, so suddenly…!”
“You are the one tempting me again, showing me this appearance and making me angry.” Jinsung stops talking there, probably elaborating on an idea. “In fact, let’s punish you a little, for being so unfaithful to me.”
“I’m not…!” He can’t continue, as another finger adds up inside him. Jinsung, meanwhile, has reached a handbag with his other hand and it’s searching for something. He takes out a black plastic bag that intrigues both Viole and Wangnan.
“You know, I got a lot of things for us to use together, but I only brought the essentials tonight. I’m glad I brought this with me, though.”
He takes out a big metal ring, which Wangnan doesn’t really know what it is for, but the other item is definitely a big dildo, with a switch at that, so it must vibrate too. Sweet innocent Viole doesn’t seem to know what either of those are, though. He looks at both things, totally intrigued by them. How does he manage to look so sexy and cute at the same time? It’s a mystery, but Wangnan is starting to know Viole can indeed pull it off somehow.
“What are these, Master?”
“What do you think they are?” The mischievous tone in Jinsung voice says the ring is also for something sexual.
“Mmm… I don’t know about the ring thing, but this one looks like a plastic penis to me.” Viole simply says, clearly not realizing that’s exactly what should give him the clue of what its purpose is. Jinsung just laughs tenderly at his student’s clueless statement, and Wangnan has to cover his mouth not to laugh stridently at how bluntly Viole just said something so embarrassing.
“Yeah, it does look like a penis, doesn’t it?” Viole nods, still not getting the point. “Well, I got you this so you wouldn’t have to miss me so much, so you can keep yourself sexually satisfied while you are away from me.”
“Eh?”
“You still don’t understand, my devilish God?” The man takes another item from the plastic bag, and it’s a small bottle with some yellow liquid in it. That’s obviously lube. Is he going to make Viole use… that thing? Gosh, I shouldn’t be this excited to see something like that. I have to get away from here. But those are pointless thoughts. Wangnan is almost glued to the door, and can’t stop peaking inside. He is hypnotized by the way Jinsung pours some of that liquid on top of the dildo, and Viole seems to be equally mesmerized. "How have you being enduring the time away from me? Have you touched yourself? Be sincere.”
“Ahh… yes, Master, I have.”
“Did you think about me while doing it?” Viole nods again, his cheeks getting a deeper pink. “Good. Have you also fingered yourself, imagining those where my fingers instead?”
Viole sits on Jinsung’s lap, nodding again. “I have. It’s not enough though. Even when I can come while touching the front and moving my fingers inside, it’s never enough.”
He is just being sincere, like his master told him to be, but it’s so fucking sexy and innocent at the same time. Both men staring at him swallow hard, both getting uncomfortably hard. Jinsung pats him in the head, earning a pleased but confused smile from Viole. “You are such a good boy that you deserve a prize. However, you also need some punishment. What to do? I wonder.” Jinsung takes the metal ring between three of his fingers. “Mmm, even if it looks so nice on you, you have to take that underwear off.” Viole looks puzzled, but obeys nonetheless; he takes off the miniscule underwear and just sits there, on Jinsung’s lap, waiting for further instruction. He looks like an obedient puppy. “Good boy. Now here.” He gets the metal ring around Viole’s exposed half erect penis, and he shivers a bit. It’s probably really cold, and must feel uncomfortable too. Then Wangnan gets the idea, even if Viole clearly doesn’t. God, that will hurt. “Now, sit on the floor.”
Viole doesn’t question the instruction, doing as he is told immediately. Jinsung then lends him the lube-covered dildo, which Viole takes in his hands with a puzzled but curious look. “Get that inside of you. Don’t you think it would be a decent temporary replacement for my cock?” Viole’s face gets bright red now, but it seems obedience and curiosity get the best of him. He separates his legs a little, in anticipation. “Get on top of it, aim it at your entrance and then lower your hips.” Viole does as he is told again, but a pained yelp comes out of his mouth when his hips reach the floor again, the dildo fully inside of him. “Do it slow, or you will hurt yourself. Jeez, you don’t have to be so eager.”
“I’m sorry… It did hurt a little.” Viole stays still, biting his lower lip while he lets himself adjust to the intrusion. A few moments later, in which Jinsung doesn’t rush him at all and Wangnan has to nervously bite his own lip, Viole starts moving his hips slowly. “It feels cold… It’s not the same as Master’s… Ahh… but it’s better than my fingers alone.”
His master smiles, absolutely pleased, and unzips his own pants, letting out his impressive erection. And Wangnan? God, he has become a voyeur through and through. He can’t stop staring at Viole, as he pants wantonly while he lowers his hips onto that toy, now in a more steady rhythm, and he strokes the full length of his own penis. Wangnan’s pants are almost hurting him right now, too tight around his crotch. He needs to at least release his erection from there, and he does, just as Jinsung did.
“You are doing well, my Viole. Keep moving like that…” Jinsung lets out a deep groan as he starts masturbating too, and Viole seems delighted by this reaction, his half open, teary eyes watching his master intensely.
“It feels good, Master, but… it also hurts… this ring hurts, Master… C-can I?”
“No, you have to keep it there until I say otherwise, got it?” Viole looks displeased, a little desperate even, but he nods in submission. “Good. You can turn up the switch too. It will feel even better.”
Between gasps, Viole reaches said switch, probably not really knowing what he is doing, and turns it on. This caught him off guard, and he falls back on the floor, the dildo vibrating strongly inside of him. The image is too much for Wangnan to bear. Jinsung must be thinking the same thing, as he licks his own lips, and the rhythm of the hand around his penis speeds up.
“Yes, stir yourself up inside…” The man gets up and stands in front of Viole, still masturbating at a frenetic rhythm. “If only you can see how you look right now…”
Wangnan can, however, and he knows he will never be able to forget about it. Viole’s whole body shivers in pleasure, as his quiet moans go up in volume. He almost misses Jinsung’s signal to take the ring off, after Viole desperately begs for release. Viole’s hips shake uncontrollably, his back arcs, and, with a long suffocated gasp, he comes hard, releasing his semen on the floor in front of him. He falls back completely, as he tries to catch his breath. But Jinsung has other plans for him. He grabs him by his ponytail, firmly but not so roughly, and continues jerking off in front of his cute face. Viole opens his eyes slightly, and languidly reaches for Jinsung’s hips. Before he can do anything, Jinsung comes all over his face, with a deep growl. Viole seems disoriented, but smiles nonetheless while he licks up the semen that covers his face.
What happened to the need of being silent? Wangnan doesn’t complain though. In just a few minutes, he has seen more of Viole’s expressions than never before. He always looked a mix of lonesome and intimidating, but now he has smiled happily, looked embarrassed, innocent, curious… and oh so horny and sexy, and the image is burnt into Wangnan’s mind.
Jinsung sits on the bed again, and leads Viole to do the same, taking him gently by the hand. Viole lies beside him, with an exhausted but sensual smile on his succulent lips. Jinsung begins kissing him again, tiredly, while he strokes that long, now loose and tangled hair.
“What are you doing there, Mr. Wangnan?
Suddenly, a female voice comes from the other side of the corridor. Wangnan jumps instantaneously, and zips up his pants as quickly as he can, hurting himself a bit in the process. He notices he hasn’t been breathing for a few seconds, completely entranced by the scene developing inside that room. Thankfully, his body reacts this time and he runs towards a confused Yihwa, to take her away before she sees something she clearly would be better off not knowing. Wangnan himself shouldn’t have seen that intimate act either. It was Viole’s private life, but it was so mesmerizing, so unexpected that he was unable to take his eyes away. Viole looked so vulnerable, so sexy. Not in a million years would have he thought of seeing him in a situation like that. Sure, Viole is a man, so he thought he must have those kinds of desires too, but it is so surreal to Wangnan to see that ever serious, dark and powerful boy being so submissive, getting fucked by a toy, and in front his Master, no less.
Well, he supposed the hints were there from the start. Viole was extremely independent, probably as a result of his experience in FUG, but when it came to the team, he always sticks to whatever Wangnan decided for them. Wangnan himself gradually became sort of a leader for their team, even if he obviously wasn’t the most powerful. And Viole seemed really comfortable with that. At first, Wangnan thought that, being a slayer candidate, he would have demanded to be the one in charge, or at least he would have become their leader naturally. The truth was it wasn’t the case. Maybe Viole was like that with his other friends too. Maybe there was someone else who could give him enough sense of security with his plans and orders, so that he could just concentrate on fighting, in exploiting all his enormous potential for the sake of the group, for the sake of his leader. And Wangnan is somehow sure that leader was that Khun guy Viole mentioned once, when managed to get him to open up to him. He sounded so trustful of that man, Wangnan just hoped he could live to the expectations, or at least not be a complete disappointment as a leader now that he is replacing the Khun guy for the time being.
“Don’t worry, Viole, I will get you back to your friends.”
“Did you say something?” asked Yihwa, having heard his mumblings.
“No, nothing.”
Yeah, he will help that lonely boy return to his dear comrades. Viole is indeed a really good person. Now, Wangnan only has to forget about what he just saw and deal with the problem inside his pants before Yihwa or anyone else notices it. God, he definitely shouldn’t have seen that. How is he going to face Viole now, without getting a hard-on remembering the scene that is probably still developing inside that room?
A long, deep sigh comes out of him. That will be a real challenge, indeed.
*****
“It will be useful, isn’t it?” Jinsung whispers, after both of them recover a little. “You should use it instead of looking for another guy to please you.”
“…I’m not looking for anyone.” Viole answers after a few seconds of silence. “I just like you and Mr. Khun, that’s all. Is that a bad thing? Rachel said liking someone was a good thing, something that makes you happy.”
God, Viole is so freaking clueless, and just the mention of that girl or that guy’s names irritates Jinsung. He thought making him masturbate with that toy in front of him and prevent him from releasing for a while would be punishment enough, but instead Viole didn’t seem to have any problem with being exposed like that in front of him, and even enjoyed doing it. Jeez, he even seemed to enjoy getting his face creamed. That was really sexy though, so he isn’t going to complain, but that meant he still had to punish Viole further.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Viole shakes his head, perhaps expecting a better explanation. Jinsung doesn’t have the patience to do that though, not right now. He just wants to get him to know how better he is than any other man he could lay his eyes upon. And that’s exactly what he plans to do. He sits up in front of Viole’s languid body and separates his legs, earning a confused but still trusting look from Viole. “Well, you just need to understand that you only need me. I’ll make you feel good until you can’t take anyone inside but me.”
“Master…?”
Without any warning, Jinsung lifts Viole’s legs and starts licking his entrance with care and precision. Thankfully he has those long legs firmly grabbed, or he could have gotten kicked in the face, as Viole’s whole body yelps in surprise. His tongue moves across his penis now, which is starting to get hard again, as is Jinsung’s too, upon hearing those muffled moans that drive him crazy. He inserts three fingers inside his student, now that he is slightly loose after using the toy, and searches for his prostate with practiced expertise.
“My fingers are better than your own, don’t you think?” Viole nods frantically, unable to answer verbally. A trail of saliva falls from the corner of his tightly shut mouth. “Don’t you want to have the real thing too, instead of the toy?” Viole stares at him, eyes full of contained tears of pleasure. “Don’t you want me inside you?”
Viole’s whole body shakes uncontrollably when his fingers touch that swollen spot inside of his student. “Yes… Yes, Master, I want you inside, please…!”
Jinsung doesn’t need any more begging, not when his own erection is throbbing in anticipation. After bathing it with a generous amount of lube, he aims the tip at Viole’s entrance and just shoves it, in one thrust. He makes sure to muffle Viole’s imminent scream with his own mouth. God, how has he missed the taste of these lips, the tightness of his insides, the warmth of his body pressed against his own? Too much, too long. He still waits for Viole to tell him to move, even if it takes all of his self-control. He doesn’t want to actually hurt his precious God, even if he is still a little pissed with Viole.
“You taste rather sweet today…” Viole whispers, giggling a bit. Yeah, since he was away from Viole for such a long time, he had to keep smoking as always, but today that blonde kid gave him some lollipops, so he can offer Viole a better flavor when kissing him. “I like it. You should keep eating those instead of smoking.”
“They are not as sweet as your lips though, but they will have to be enough for now.” He firmly grabs Viole’s hips and moves slowly at first, quiet sighs coming out from Viole, but then he speeds up suddenly, earning a surprised cry and Viole’s hands cling desperately onto his back. “Since you are so eager to go back to that other man…”
“Master, ahhh…! It still hurts a little…! It’s too intense…”
Jinsung doesn’t hear him. He just keeps pounding hard into him, Viole’s figure squirming beneath him. God, it’s so hot, still so tight. He is now sure no one but him has entered this gorgeous body yet. Viole is a moaning mess now, and Jinsung is sure his back will be completely covered with scratches tomorrow. And it will be worth it, especially since Viole is blindly seeking his mouth again with his own, tears of intense pleasure falling across his pink cheeks. He was just complaining, but now he looks so pleased with his forceful behavior. Well, if that’s what he wants, fine by me. He grabs Viole’s legs, positions them on top of his shoulders, and pounds into him even harder. Viole doesn’t seem to care for making a lot of noise anymore. He is normally so quiet, even during sex, but now he can’t help but crying out loud.
“Ahhh, Master, you are being too violent…! I can’t take it, Master…!”
“Yes, you can… You can take much more.” His breath is getting too rough. It’s incredible how Viole gets him to the edge so easily. He slaps Viole’s ass a few times as he moves inside, leaving red marks and mercilessly pressing onto that spot inside of him which makes him even tighter. “But you have to see only me. You have to be pleased only by me. You have to remember that.”
His hands reach for Viole’s neck and they tighten there, cutting his breath for a few seconds. His body tenses up, but Viole doesn’t seem desperate to get away. He simply lays there, gasping quietly as he tries to get air inside his lungs to no avail. Then, a strong spasm gets hold of his body and he comes hard on both of their abdomens. Jinsung releases him as he comes inside of him, not able to bear the intense pressure around his cock. Viole takes a deep breath and smiles as Jinsung collapses on top of him, his arms languidly wrapping him in a warm embrace.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to strangle you…” Jinsung says after catching his breath. He is a little embarrassed for having lost control, even if just a little.
“It’s ok. I knew you wouldn’t hurt me for real, and it felt good.” Jinsung screams internally at how sexy this damned kid is. It’s unfair. How can he resist this as Hwaryun said he should last time? “Are you still angry, Master?” His tired laugh makes him realize something. It couldn’t be…?
“…You wanted to get me angry. That’s why you talked about that friend of yours.”
His naughty yet innocent smile makes him irritated and also ridiculously horny. Viole had played with him yet again. “I just thought you might be a little rougher with me if you were jealous, Master. I didn’t want to make you feel bad.”
“God, how can you get me so angry and so horny at the same time? I don’t get it at all.”
“Did I make you horny, Master?” Viole’s face light up. He seems so excited about his accomplishment, and it makes Jinsung a little embarrassed and warm at heart at the same time.
“Damn, stop being so cute. It’s bad for my heart.”
Viole looks at him like he doesn’t get what he is saying, but Jinsung doesn’t care. He just grabs him by the waist and gets him on top of himself, then kisses him once again, covering him with the blanket. They keep kissing and touching until they both fall asleep.
*****
The next day, Wangnan goes wake up Viole alongside Miseng, in hopes he can enter first and make sure that man isn’t in there anymore, and that his comrade is in a decent state in order to meet the others. He planned going by himself, but since Miseng was the one who prepared Viole’s breakfast, he couldn’t find a good excuse to not let her go with him. The little girl is starting to like Viole a lot, even though she was afraid of him at first. She now looks at him like a big brother. Wangnan has even seen her riding on Viole’s shoulders from time to time. They really are like a family now.
And that’s exactly why he can’t let anyone, especially a little innocent girl like Miseng, see something of questionable nature. His heart almost stops, however, when Miseng gets ahead of him and opens the door of Viole’s room without even knocking. He runs after her, but it’s too late to stop her from entering unannounced.
“Miseng! Didn’t Goseng teach you that you have to knock before entering someone else’s room?”
“But Mr. Viole doesn’t mind. I do this all the time.”
“I’m sure he is just too shy to ask you to stop.”
“Urgh…”
Oh, right, he had to make sure nothing was out of place in Viole’s room. It’s too late though, Miseng is already in here. Thankfully, he can let out a sigh of relief when he sees Viole is alone in his room and he is in fact wearing the same big black shirt he saw him in last night, instead of being naked and exposed as he imagined he would be. Sure, it was clearly not his own shirt, but he supposed Miseng wouldn’t notice such a small detail.
“…Miseng? Mr. Wangnan?”
He sounds so tired and disoriented, but at least he doesn’t look angry for being woken up so disrespectfully. Viole sits up on the bed and yawns, his long bangs covering his eyes. Then he tries to arrange his hair a little, to no avail.
“Want me to help you with your hair? You keep it so long you should take care of it properly.” Miseng says, laughing. “Wangnan is carrying your breakfast. I made it, so don’t worry about it being terrible.”
“Hey!”
Viole simply stares at them with his usual serious attitude, and nods slowly. Miseng searches the desk for a hairbrush and then hops unto the bed. She starts brushing that long dark hair with care, and Viole just yawns again, his still sleepy eyes half open.
“Mr. Viole, you have so many bruises. Are you ok? Did someone hurt you?”
She sounds half concerned, half afraid. Yeah, someone that could hurt Viole could easily kill them all, perhaps with the exception of Yihwa and Horyang. Viole’s lips are red too, with a bit of dried blood lingering at the corner. He indeed has a lot bruises on his exposed legs and on his neck, noticeable thanks to the shirt that’s so big it slides from one of his shoulders. God, that man was really angry yesterday. His passion left Viole made a mess (a really sexy mess, at that). He wonders if he hurt him for real, out of jealousy, but he is sure Viole would have even more wounds (real wounds, not love marks) and wouldn’t look this relaxed if that were the case, so Wangnan unconsciously lets out a sigh of relief.
“I was training with my master until late at night, that’s all. You don’t have to worry.”
Yeah, training it’s what that’s called nowadays. Well, it’s a rather convincing lie for a child who wouldn’t be able to discern those were obviously love marks, and Viole doesn’t need to know that Wangnan knows that’s a blatant lie. He feels a bit bad for Viole when he looks around his room, probably searching for said master. Then, looking a little sad, Viole places his hand beside him on the bed, where it’s still a little sunken. So his master really slept here with him. How lucky can a man be?
“How are you feeling, little apprentice?”
Wangnan jumps noticeably when he hears that deep voice coming from the door frame. Viole smiles warmly as soon as he sees Jinsung. He looks kind of relieved too. It’s so cute. Wangnan still can’t get used to seeing Viole smiling like that, and even less to the idea of these two having… well, that kind of relationship.
“Master! Good morning. I’m feeling fine.” He tries to get up, but as soon as he stands up he falls flatly on his butt, his face contorted with a little pain.
“Yeah, sure. You are still sore, aren’t you? Rest a little more, there’s no rush.”
“From the training?” asks Miseng, and Jinsung stares at her. It’s incredible the little girl isn’t afraid of that cold gaze.
“Yeah, from training, sure.” Jinsung sighs and Viole just laughs a little, smiling knowingly at his master. Wangnan has to turn away to not let them see his probably flushed face. Poor innocent Miseng, getting tricked like that. “You should take a bath too, and eat that breakfast. You have good comrades after all, Viole.”
“Yes, they are really good friends.”
Viole smiles softly as he closes his eyes, and Wangnan can’t help smiling too. He is so glad Viole can smile like that while thinking about them. But it’s not enough yet. He is determined to reunite Viole with his old team too. He will make sure everyone in his team is safe and happy.
Wangnan gets out of the room and closes the door behind him, still hearing Viole talking with Miseng and his master. He stays there for a little while, trying to calm his accelerated heartbeat. In order to be able to keep helping Viole and act normally around him, he has to forget what he saw last night. But it’s impossible. Every time he stares at Viole, especially when he smiles looking oh so adorable, he can’t help remembering him moaning sensually as that toy made its way inside him. It’s not like he wanted to be that man, or even that toy, is it? He shakes his head, not wanting to think about that, but he can’t help it either. He keeps remembering, and soon enough he starts picturing Viole beneath him, whispering his name as Wangnan gets deep inside him…
“God, what am I thinking!? Wangnan, please, get a hold of yourself!”
Trying to get away from his own thoughts, he runs through the hallway, but stops immediately as he bumps into someone else. He falls to the ground, as the other person does too. He looks up, completely flustered, now not only because of the wild fantasy he just had that left him painfully hard, but also because he carelessly bumped into an innocent person.
“Watch where you are going, monkey boy.”
Great, it’s another one that’s too beautiful for her own good. At least he didn’t fall on top of her. That would have been even worse. The red witch (Hwaryun was her name?) gets up and shakes the dust from her dress. Her cold gaze makes him freeze up.
“Sorry, I’ll be going now. I’m in a hurry.” He just wants to get away and deal with the little problem between his legs, but Hwaryun’s voice stops him.
“Yeah, it must be difficult to act composed after seeing something like that. It’s not every day that you can see a slayer candidate getting done like that. I must have being… interesting, to say the least.”
She didn’t say…? She knows about them? Even worse, she knows he spied on them? “I didn’t do it on purpose! It was an accident that I saw them!” If she was referring to something else, he just dug his own grave. Hwaryun smiles knowingly.
“And you couldn’t help watching until that other girl almost discovers them too, right? I didn’t think you were such a voyeur.” Wangnan feels his own face burning up. “Well, don’t tell anybody, ok? We don’t know how the others will react, and that relationship is at the edge of being illegal.”
Wangnan just nods, too nervous to verbally answer. Was there anything this pretty guide didn’t know? She smirks at him, probably reading his thoughts like an open book, and then simply goes away without any more words. Then Wangnan’s heart almost halts, now for the twentieth time in between last night and now, when he hears Viole’s voice coming from behind him.
“Is something wrong, Mr. Wangnan?”
“N-no, n-nothing…”
Viole offers him a small smile, almost imperceptible, but it’s there. That means he is opening up to them too. That’s a really good thing, Wangnan is sincerely glad, but it also makes his heart beat faster and his mind race through all sorts of fantasies. He is grateful Viole doesn’t trust him enough yet to take him by the arm or something like that. If he did that, he could totally feel the heat running through Wangnan’s body.
God, forgetting that night will be an impossible task.
- END of Chapter 2 -
