A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Looking at the back of his hand that was beaten red, a dangerous light flashed across the bottom of his golden-red eyes.

However, between closing and opening, the terrifying glimmer was hidden under the jet-black hair scattered in front of his eyes.

Heymos didn't move, he just looked up at Garlan.

He said, "Your hand."

He stretched out his hand again, but this time the extended hand stayed in front of Garlan.

"Let me see the wound on your hand."

Because he suddenly realized that Heymos was very close to him, when Garlan panicked, he raised his hand reflexively and opened Heymos' hand.

When he reacted, he also realized that he seemed to be overreacting a bit.Just when he was about to say something to explain and ease the tense atmosphere, Heymos spoke first.

After hearing that, Garlan raised his hand to take a look, only to find that a small cut had been wiped on his finger at some point.Because the wound was too small, he didn't notice it himself, but Heymos noticed it.

...It turned out that Heymos reached out to him just now to see the wound on his hand.

Sure enough, he still overreacted and was too wary of Heymos.

Once the strange sense of tension and vigilance in Garlan's heart was gone, he couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw the scarred palm stretched out in front of his eyes.

He opened Heymos' hand, although he knew it, he just reacted subconsciously because he was startled.

But in the eyes of others, that kind of behavior seems to be extremely resistant to the other party.

It is indeed a bit hurtful.

Garlan quickly raised his hand in guilt, and put it in Heymos' palm.

He explained: "I didn't open your hand on purpose just now, just because I was thinking about something, and suddenly someone appeared in front of my eyes, I was startled, and my reflex was..."

Heymos lowered his eyes, his black forehead hair was scattered in front of his eyes, and the shadow of the hair on his eye sockets made it hard to see the expression in his eyes at this moment.

The expression on his face was calm, and when Garlan explained to him, he hummed calmly to show that he understood.

That expression didn't seem to care about what happened just now, which made Garlan heave a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Heymos kept looking at his hands, Garlan said, "It's just a small scratch, nothing wrong, I'll apply some ointment later...uh!"

Before he finished speaking, Heymos suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and put his fingers into his lips.

Garlan could clearly feel the soft and moist tip of his tongue licking his fingers.

A strange feeling of numbness was instantly transmitted from the fingertips to the back of his neck like an electric shock, making the back of his neck go numb.

That strange feeling made Garlan panic.

He jerked his hand out of Heymos's and drew it back.

"no need."

The nerves that had just been relaxed instantly became tense again. Garlan clenched his hands tightly and shook his head at Heymos.

"I have some ointment, just apply it myself..."

"It's been done before."

Heymos looked up at him, calmly.

But that calm is like the calm before the storm, with rough waves hidden beneath the surface of a calm sea.

"Why not now?"

"because……"

Garlan didn't know how to answer.

Indeed, just like before he could be alone with Heymos at will, Heymos would suck it for him when he occasionally got a little injury... At that time, he wouldn't have such a big reaction .

But he didn't know why.

Therefore, he could only hesitate and didn't know what excuse to make.

To be honest, the reason why he really couldn't face Heymos during this period of time was that apart from the words that Heymos said that day were too explicit for him, it was also because of a part of the dream that was evoked by those words. memory.

In that obscene dream...

Fastened around his wrist was a thin gold chain whose end sank deep into the stone wall...

The two bodies that were forced to overlap on the wrinkled snow-white bed quilt...

It was obviously just a dream, but it was unusually vivid.

The touch when Heymos' lips and tongue licked his fingers just now awakened his memory.

In that dream, it was also the man's lips and tongue licking down his back little by little, so stubborn that he was forced to sob in the dream...

…………

In the past two days, when he saw Heymos, the dream memory that flashed through his mind from time to time made it impossible for him to look directly at Heymos.

Before, he always thought that only the blackened Heymos would become like that.

After all, although Heymos kept pouring out his love for him, his behavior towards him was extremely controlled.

Although he often kissed him, he never did anything after the kiss.

Therefore, Garlan subconsciously believed that the love of Heymos, who had not been blackened, should be pure and platonic, which was different from the dream.

——It wasn't until Heymos's words that exposed his desire nakedly that Garlan realized that the man who loved him, no matter whether he was black or not, had actually been looking at him with the lustful gaze in his dream all the time. look at him.

And this knowledge made Garlan embarrassed and flustered.

……

His mind was a little confused for a moment, Garlan pursed his lips tightly, tried hard to control his disordered breathing, and tried his best to get rid of the charming fragments that suddenly appeared in his mind.

But the way Garlan tried to calm himself down, in the eyes of the other party, it looked like indifference and avoidance.

The golden-red eyes turned cold.

"Because it makes you sick now?"

"what?"

Garlan, who was still trying to calm down, suddenly heard this sentence and felt puzzled, so he looked up.

As soon as he raised his head, the hand he retracted was once again grabbed by Heymos.

A force he couldn't resist pulled him forward.

His whole body was dragged into Heymos' arms at once.

Those strong arms hugged him tightly, because it was too hard, causing his side cheeks to be pressed against the other's chest.

Only through a thin layer of clothing, he could almost clearly feel the warm skin and tight muscle texture under the thin shirt.

In the dream, the fragment of two overlapping bodies touching each other's skin suddenly jumped out of memory again, causing the tips of the boy's ears to burn and scald, and his heart beat wildly without obeying the command.

He was a little flustered.

Especially when he caught a glimpse of the shadows of the night watchmen outside the camp reflected on the curtain, he became more and more nervous.

"Heymos, let me go."

Garlan didn't dare to struggle, for fear that the noise would be too loud to be noticed by outsiders, so he could only speak to Heymos in a low voice as much as possible.

"Let go? Why?"

The man's low and calm voice came from beside his ear.

Heymos seemed to chuckle lowly.

He said: "Let go of you, then, so that you can continue to avoid me and ignore me?"

Garlan was taken aback.

Heymos had gone on.

"You don't even want to see me again, do you?"

The arms holding Garlan tightly loosened a little, and the chin was pinched and raised.

When meeting Heymos' eyes, the boy's pupils shrank forcefully.

The golden-red eyes stared at him, without the slightest softness in the eyes.

That handsome face seemed to be smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Heymos's eyes were deep, as if a thick mist was hovering at the bottom of his eyes, condensing and settling down.

He looked at him with a dangerous aura in his eyes, like a hungry wolf who chooses to eat someone.

The cold gleam in his eyes made one's heart palpitate to the extreme for no reason.

Garlan hadn't seen Heymos like this for a long time.

This terrifying beast would always carefully retract its fangs and sharp claws in front of him, appearing well-behaved and docile.

He almost forgot how dangerous this man who pampered him infinitely was.

Heymos glanced lightly at the black shadow reflected on the camp tent.

"Are you worried about alarming them?"

He lowered his head and kissed Garlan's lips lightly.

He looked at Garlan looking steadily into his eyes, and smiled.

"That's not bad, at least you're willing to look at me."

He said with a smile, but the smile still didn't reach his eyes.

"He..."

"Shh, don't talk, it will alarm the people outside."

"........."

Heymos lowered his head and slowly licked the pale pink lips with the tip of his tongue.

Then, a little bit down along the corners of the lips and jaw.

After lightly biting the smooth and white chin a few times, his lips moved down again, grabbing the young man's slender Adam's apple in one bite.

The tip of his tongue was licking tenaciously, and he felt satisfied that the tiny Adam's apple was trembling slightly under his licking.

He could hear the young man trying his best to suppress but still let out a slight gasp.

"You dare not make a sound."

Kissing the trembling Adam's apple lightly again, Heymos said with a low smile.

"Yeah, if you make a sound, it will be troublesome for someone to come in and see this scene, won't it?"

The man's lips slowly slid down the boy's neck and landed on the slender collarbone.

Paused, and then continued down.

With his left hand, Garlan's hands were clasped behind his back, and Heymos' right hand pulled away the dark girdle around Garlan's waist.

The clothes were spread out, and the rough palm sank into the scattered robes, caressing the smooth and tender skin of the young man's back waist.

He could feel the stiffness of Garlan's body, but he didn't feel the other party's struggle.

Heymos smiled.

But the bottom of his eyes was a bottomless abyss.

"You dare not move, but it is a good opportunity for me."

He raised his head and looked at Garlan who was under him.

There seemed to be a cluster of dangerous fires burning in the slightly squinted eyes, and the golden-red pupils were dyed with a bright color.

He said: "You said, taking advantage of this opportunity, it's easy for me to violate you directly?"

He said in a low voice, and his eyes seemed to be very gentle.

But there was something chillingly dangerous about those words.

The way he looked at the young man below him was like the eyes shot out of the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake looking at its prey.

Can't wait, greedy, wanting to swallow the prey he longed for, including bones and flesh.

"You really want to do this?"

Suddenly, Garlan spoke.

Even though he was in the unfavorable situation of being under the control of the other party, he still spoke in the calm tone he used to talk to Heymos on weekdays.

The golden eyes were fixed on each other.

In the dimly lit tent, the boy's golden eyes were still bright, even though his whole body was shrouded in the shadow of Heymos pressing down on him.

He looked straight at Heymos and asked again.

"Heymos, are you really going to do this?"

Looking at Garlan's eyes, Heymos had a dazed look on his face.

He looked at Garlan with a dazed expression.

The smile on his face disappeared little by little, and the dangerous breath in his eyes also dissipated.

He lowered his eyes, the hand that clasped Garlan's wrists loosened, and the other hand retracted.

Garlan rubbed his wrist that was throbbing with pain.

"Heymos, it was my fault to avoid you."

Unexpectedly, because of embarrassment, it was difficult for him to look at Heymos for a while, which caused Heymos to go berserk this time, Garlan sighed.

Well, knowing how much Heymos valued him, it was indeed his fault to deliberately avoid him.

but--

"But it's not all my fault, is it?"

"If you hadn't said those things first, I wouldn't have overreacted like this."

"Even if you want to say...uh, in that case, at least you should be more tactful, don't be so... so explicit, okay?"

As soon as he thought of those words of Heymos, which led him to recall the memory fragment in that dream, Garlan felt that his whole body was in a panic.

At any rate, consider how he, a person who has never been in love in five lifetimes and has no experience, can bear it.

He couldn't help but sighed again.

"It makes you sick, doesn't it?"

"what?"

Just after he sighed, Heymos said this, and Garlan was a little confused for a moment.

nausea?

What disgusting?

Heymos looked at Garlan deeply, his cheeks seemed to be shrouded in shadow.

"My words... my desire to touch you, my desire for you... all make you feel disgusted."

He says,

"So you avoid me, you don't even want to look at me again... don't you?"

"I didn't think so."

Unexpectedly, Heymos had such thoughts at all, and Garlan quickly shook his head after being surprised.

"I don't feel disgusted or disgusted by your...well, that kind of thought, let alone reject you because of it."

He paused, and whispered,

"It's just that I didn't expect it, so I was surprised."

"........."

Looking at Heymos who was silent and obviously didn't believe what he said, Garlan took a deep breath.

He said: "In addition to being surprised, there is also the sudden realization that 'you are dangerous'."

Heymos frowned.

"I'm dangerous?"

"Yes, realizing that 'being alone with a man who adores' is dangerous, and maybe something happens—"

The boy obviously tried his best to say such words that made him feel ashamed, and his fair face flushed red.

"From that day on, I couldn't avoid looking at you from the perspective of 'what can happen to me'. When I saw you, I couldn't help but think of the things you did to me when you said you were dreaming."

Especially the dream he had in the past was too vivid and real.

How could he come up with such an unspeakable thing?

"I will think of that kind of thing when I see you. Can you say that I can't avoid you?"

Heymos stared fixedly at Garlan with complicated eyes.

"That's the real reason you're avoiding me?"

"Yes."

"...Isn't it because my desires make you sick?"

"I never thought about it that way."

Gallan said frankly, "If I hate your feelings for me, then when you tell me, I will tell you directly, and I will stay away from you from then on."

"........."

Heymos was silent for a while, and he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Garlan's cheek.

But for some reason, just before touching the opponent's cheek, his hand stopped in the air again.

He looked at Garlan with deep eyes, no one could clearly see the emotion in his deep eyes.

His hand just hovered in the middle of the way, lingering.

Garlan raised his head, his bright golden eyes and those deep golden red pupils looked at each other for a moment.

Suddenly, he held out his hand.

He wrapped his hands around Heymos' head.

Before the other party could react, he hugged him down.

The boy knelt on the bed, raised his head, closed his eyes and leaned over, pressing his lips on Heymos's.

That was the first time he took the initiative to kiss each other.

That clumsy and unskilled movement was not so much a kiss as a collision.

But even if it was a bump, it was really a kiss.

Garlan opened his eyes after kissing Heymos vigorously.

He said: "It is absolutely impossible for me to take the initiative to do this kind of thing to someone I hate, so you..."

The words stopped abruptly halfway through.

The young man was stunned.

Heymos knelt on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, leaned on the edge of the bed with one hand, and covered the lower half of his face with the other.

But neither the scattered forehead hair nor the palm covering his lips could stop the red marks on his face.

The blushing marks spread from his cheeks in an instant, and spread all the way to the roots of his ears.

It made the neck under the ears become red.