[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

In the middle of the night, Hatake House was shrouded in a quiet darkness.

In the master bedroom, the man who was rolling on his side between the quilts was short of breath and his eyelids trembled. He was half asleep and half awake in a dream that was full of white mist but was so fragrant. Finally, he woke up suddenly with a low moan like a sigh.

The posthumous panting|breathing reverberated in the silent room, Hatake Sakumo's pupils dilated sickly, and he could hear his own blood "rumbling" flowing in his blood vessels, scalding hot and bewildering, as if just now That chaotic dream.

— What nonsense!

The red-faced, embarrassing man, like a young boy in love, frantically ruffled his silver hair, scolded himself in his heart, but couldn't deny the changes in his body in shame.

This is not right.

He whispered to himself, desperately trying to drive away the dreamlike scenes that appeared in front of his eyes over and over again, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt hot and dry all over his body and mouth.

He closed his eyes in despair and sighed deeply.

He dreamed of Feishi.

He is more and more eager to hug or kiss him day by day, such fantasies occupy his mind, and after knowing the transactional bed relationship between Fei Shi and Orochimaru, he even intensifies, in his sleep I dreamed of even more ominous fragments.

He has no love experience, and the only ambiguous experience a year ago was all blurred in the confusion of drunkenness, and he didn't have the slightest impression of pink.

But he wasn't so dull that he didn't even understand what he represented.

The kindness in Shuo Mao's heart condemned his mood, which made him addicted to it and unable to extricate himself, while feeling restless in self-blame and guilt.

In the stillness of the night, where you can't see your fingers, the silver-haired man sat on the tatami and thought wildly for a long time. When his thoughts became more and more chaotic, he heard a slight knock outside the door.

He immediately became vigilant, carefully moved his son's pram behind his back, held his white teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Who?"

There was a moment of silence outside the house, and then the sound of slightly dragging footsteps came from the next room.

Shuo Mao had a vague suspicion in his heart.He swallowed silently, quietly opened the barrier door like a thief, stepped onto the corridor, and saw the cherry-haired youth who was about to enter the guest room at a glance.

"Fei Shi?" He lowered his volume and called, but the person who was called didn't seem to hear him, and walked forward without looking back.

Shuo Mao walked over suspiciously, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder.

At this moment, it seemed that something was out of control. The tall and thin man suddenly turned his head, and in his shocked eyes, he grabbed his wrist with unbelievable strength, and pressed his knee against his spine. Pressed him firmly under the body.

A suppressed groan sounded in the silent night.The air was silent for a while, and then it was filled with a hoarse and amazing voice: "Suo Mao?"

Shuo Mao was silent for a while, then asked directly: "Have you been drinking?"

Indeed, the young man who returned late was filled with a strong smell of strong alcohol, mixed with his unique fragrance, which was infinitely magnified in the mind of a man with a keen sense of smell.

Fei Shi didn't answer for some reason, Shuo Mao tentatively struggled, and his hands were immediately clenched again.

"...Fei Shi?" He relaxed his hands and made a gesture of non-resistance, and called out more softly, trying to explain to the drunken person, "You were on a mission before, I heard the voice, so come and have a look .”

...But he didn't expect the drunk Fei Shi to be so indiscriminate.

The silver-haired man's tone was calm, but only he knew how hard his heart was beating.

The body temperature of the person who had obviously drank a lot was terribly high, and he felt that his cold wrist was about to melt.

When he tilted his head slightly and tried to look up, he could see the moonlight shining slightly on the edge of Fei Shi's hair. Even though his expression was not clear, he was as beautiful as a god.

——I had such a dream just now, and the next second I had such a close contact with the imaginary object...

The gentle man secretly smiled wryly, feeling his face burning uncontrollably.

The person on the body was still silent, Shuo Mao cleared his throat unnaturally, and said softly: "Fei Shi? Can you let me go first?"

This time, the people whose reaction was slower than usual at many levels finally reacted, and slowly let go of him as if following instructions.

Shuo Mao heaved a sigh of relief, got up and sat on the ground, turned around and looked at the person who was staring at him blankly.

"are you alright--"

Before the words finished, Fei Shi closed his eyes and slammed his body down, so frightened that he quickly caught it, his voice couldn't help but become louder: "Fei Shi?!"

The sound of gentle breathing rang in his ears, it seemed that the person who was asleep did not respond, and the hot air sprayed out from his breath faintly brushed over his ears.

Shuo Mao shuddered all over, dodging far away like an electric shock, raised his hand to rub the hot ear, but he was relieved in his heart.

He murmured in a low voice as if complaining: "How much did you drink..."

The lingering sound of talking to himself dissipated in the air, and the person embraced by him in a hug-like posture did not respond, and the only answer he had was a gentle breathing.

Shuo Mo slowly relaxed.

He pressed Fei Shi's shoulders, felt his hair pricking his neck, slightly itchy.

The forehead of the cherry-haired young man was pressed against his left collarbone, and his hot breath kept spraying on his heart, causing his heartbeat, which had just stabilized a bit, to become abnormal again.

It is extremely difficult for a person who has always been cold and distant to show an undefended attitude in front of someone he doesn't trust.Shuo Mao clearly understands this point, and because of this, the feeling of strangeness in her heart intensifies.

He clearly knows how indifferent Fei Shi is, but he can't help but hope that he is different.

Maybe people who fall in love are fools.

Shuo Mao chuckled self-deprecatingly, staring at Fei Shi's face slightly illuminated by the moonlight, and slowly exerted force on his shoulders.

Darkness gives courage.

As if being bewitched, Shuo Mao let go of his hand, and gently circled the young man's not-so-thin body.

He lowered his head and kissed him tenderly.

'tick. '

The mechanical and relentless movement of the clock stopped abruptly.

The person who had fallen into a coma suddenly clenched his palms tightly, and opened his eyes with a "swish", the bottomless green pupils reflected the moonlight, making Shuo Mao's heart tremble, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"I—" He organized his words with evasive eyes, trying to explain his behavior, but he didn't expect that Fei Shi suddenly reached out and grabbed his skirt, pushing him into the darkness where the moonlight could not be seen.

The unsuspecting Sakumo stared wide-eyed, lying on the tatami in his room, looking at Fei Shi in a panic, and met his indifferent and unmechanized gaze all of a sudden.

Such a lofty, emotionless gaze made Shuo Mao's heart feel as if he had been hit hard by something, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Li called out in surprise, "Fei Shi?"

Fei Shi turned a deaf ear to him, and just stared at him for a while with that creepy gaze, making Shuo Mao feel like a pebble on the side of the road in his eyes, unable to attract his attention at all.

He frowned and pursed his lips tightly, tilted his head and tried to push him away, and also escaped the feeling of suffocating him. However, when he was only slightly stronger than him in the usual sparring, his five fingers were as motionless as a rock today, and the palm of his hand was even more effortless. No amount of strength grabbed his wrist, easily restraining this resistance.

It may be that the passive situation aroused the instinctive anxiety, and Shuo Mao's movements became serious and irritable, eager to escape.

The chaotic breathing swept across the other party's ears and neck, but it really had the opposite effect, making Fei Shi's strength even more desperate.

"why."

The sudden sound caught Shuo Mao's attention, he calmed down and looked at him, and suddenly fell into an abyss like stagnant water.

"Why save me." Fei Shi said slowly, word by word, "You probably don't know about my illness."

"..."

Shuo Mo clenched his hands, his throat felt crazily dry.

"Ah... I don't know." He responded in a low voice, gradually relaxing the strength in his hands, "I don't even understand what you are talking about now."

Hearing the answer, Fei Shi seemed to be relieved, and felt that his resistance was weakening, so he slowly let go of the confinement on him.

Shuo Mao stretched out his hand and covered his eyes. The pitch-black vision made him feel much better. He could feel that Fei Shi was staring at him, calmly looking at him and waiting for him to explain.

Waiting for him to explain that passionate kiss.

The silver-haired man's chest gradually began to rise and fall rapidly, and two thoughts were struggling fiercely in his mind, as if to tear him in half from the middle.

But in the end, he gave up, and kept covering his eyes, and opened his mouth weakly and helplessly:

"I must be a very bad person, to have such thoughts about my friend's lover...I'm really sorry, Fei Shi."

"What." Fei Shi didn't correct his misunderstanding about the relationship between himself and Orochimaru this time, but asked in a calm voice, "What is that kind of thinking?"

Sakumo's lips trembled.

He simply couldn't utter any words about those hidden feelings.

In the sleepy afternoon or the silent night, those dreams that made him hot but guilty were like a knife blade hanging on the back of his neck, unable to turn back, not daring to look back.

"I'm sorry, I think it's still—"

The words of escaping and retreating came to an abrupt end, and the young man with cherry hair lowered his head and interrupted him with a kiss beyond his imagination, which was not considered gentle.

"Is that the way you think?"

Fei Shi held Shuo Mao's ear with one hand, and after a kiss, his hoarse voice came to his ears in a low voice. Looking at the silver-haired man's expression blank, his ears slightly red and his lips parted slightly, he half-closed his eyes faintly revealing Kind of aggressive.

A very straightforward, fierce and relentless aggression without any pretense.

Shuo Mo's breathing became short of breath.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He unconsciously licked his moisturized lower lip, and when he realized his gaffe, he tilted his head in annoyance, his voice trembling, as if he wanted to hold on to what only he knew was too fragile to be vulnerable Bottom line.

The emerald blue eyes were quiet and unwavering, without a trace of the gentle fortress that took years to build.

"Of course I know."

He spoke without any ups and downs in his tone, lowered his head and slowly approached, observing Shuo Mao's trembling and dilated pupils almost zero distance, his voice miraculously contained the calmness of insight into everything and the depth of a bottomless pit.

"Because now I have 'that kind of thinking about you.'"

Shuo Mo's eyelids trembled.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the person above his head with a blank mind. The last trace of persistence in his heart seemed to be completely shattered by such a simple sentence, which exposed the ugly desire in his heart unreservedly. .

Like a wild beast that has been released from the shackles and has been suppressed for too long, it can no longer restrain the terrible beast|sex and impulse, and a single spark is enough to start a prairie fire.

Hearing Fei Shi's explicit words, the silver-haired man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his cheeks gradually turned red under his steadfast gaze, but there was mist in his eyes that symbolized longing desire.

His chest heaved violently for a while, and countless thoughts flashed through his brain in just a few seconds, but in the end they all returned to nothingness.

He suddenly closed his eyes as if giving up on himself, and his voice was inaudible: "Then between you and me...is it considered a transaction?"

The young man on top of his head didn't reply, but gave him a kiss between the eyebrows, followed by the bridge of the nose, the middle of the lips and Adam's apple.

The silver-haired man's fingertips trembled slightly.

He moved his stiff hands and slowly hugged him tightly.

The author has something to say: Ah, I’m so excited to finally write this wwwww

This world won't be too long, at most two or three chapters, let's move on to the next time!