The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

"Well, I figured it out, are we going to abandon him?" Like what Charles said, Steve's arrival successfully awakened Rose, who for some reason began to look sluggish again.

Although he was mentally weak, it did not delay his great cause of prying the corner of the wall.

"Why do you hate Angus so much?" Steve moved a stool from the side and sat down.

"Why don't you hate it?" Ross was puzzled, "Isn't it strange that you don't hate it?"

"...So, you don't know why you hate it?" Steve tilted his head.

"No, he just disgusts us." Rose showed a disgusted expression, "And he is also very strange, always very strange."

"Not like a siren."

"What's different?" Steve raised his hand and touched his arm, "Exactly."

"Why do you want to know?" Ross snorted and swam to face him. "He's very boring and not good looking. Don't you think so?"

Steve stared at him for a moment, then stood up. "I've been burning all kinds of your... well, something like this body."

"Well, I know." Rose raised the corner of his mouth and hooked his fingers at him, "Come here."

Steve stood for a moment, then approached.

"Thank you very much." Rose floated to the level of his eyes, stroked his fingers in front of the facing glass, and stroked, "You are too extravagant for Angus."

"He can't afford it." Rose smiled strangely, "Do you want to try me? I can do what he can't give you."

"At least as far as I know, humans like me better."

"Humans like you?" Steve raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, there's nothing that doesn't like us." Ross twitched the corner of his mouth, "As long as we want, everything is food."

"So, it's just food?" Steve tilted his head slightly, "Everything, except you."

"Food and special circumstances can also be used as food." Ross didn't hide his bad intentions at all, as if he was confident, or was it broken?

"So why is Angus weird?" Steve asked again.

Ross lost interest in an instant, turned over and swam over: "You're so boring, I said I don't like Angus. We shouldn't be discussing him."

Steve pursed his lips, Ross swam for a while, lost in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.

The silence spread for a while, as if waking up, Rose suddenly approached him: "There is something wrong with Angus, isn't it? That's why you came to me."

Steve moistened his lips.

"What did he do?" Rose pulled out a smile, which was mixed with strange malice in gentleness.

"His body temperature has been unable to drop, and his body is running at a high speed that his spirit can't bear." Steve touched his abdomen again, "He will lose consciousness and only know... to attack."

Rose let out a sigh, with a delicate expression: "Oh, it's an attack for you? Hemm...it sounds, um, suitshim [suits him very well]."

"So you know why?" Steve straightened his back.

"I know." Ross scratched the glass with his fingers, and Steve frowned.

"Relax, I can't break the glass now, and I don't want to leave yet." Rose smiled slightly, "It's so comfortable here."

"Tell me what's going on." Steve put his hand on the glass, "Or I'll consider trying to keep you."

"Keep me? Are you out of your mind?" Ross looked in disbelief, "I'm not a siren like Angus who has no bottom line. What gave you the confidence that you can help as a human being?" Me?"

"You will die." Steve lowered his head slightly, "My mission is to destroy you and your attached... bodies."

"Thentry, hard, [then work hard, try]" Rose approached him, and slowly pressed his lips on the glass, "—killme. [Kill me]"

"Steve Rogers."

Steve took half a step back slowly, clenched his hands into fists, watching him warily.

Ross showed a smile that was not a smile, like a condescending mockery or contempt.

"Well, I like you. So, I didn't tell you because I expected you to save me. You have to figure it out, Steve." Ross stuck out his tongue at him, "You want to know what happened to him?"

"He's maturing," Rose curled his lips, "although I'm surprised, but it is."

"That means, one of you will definitely die."

"You know what he wants." Ross looked at him. "You already know that, don't you?"

Steve looked away slightly and stroked his belly.

"It's either him or you." Ross smiled. "Are you happy? Steve, you can get rid of him no matter what."

Steve suddenly raised his hand and slammed it against the glass, his eyes became sharp and abnormal: "If what you said is false, I promise, you will definitely die in my hands before Angus leaves me."

Ross swam back, wagging his tail slightly: "eame [come on, catch me]. As long as you're alive, I'm happy."

Steve's face sank completely, and he turned and left.

Ross shook his tail, looked at the back of him leaving, and then smiled, not knowing what he was laughing at: "Why do you hate it?"

"Why?"

"Jealous." Ross suppressed his smile, "because we are all deeply, deeply, jealous of him."

"Attack? Huh—it's interesting." Ross wagged his tail, floated up slightly, and slowly moved his hand from his neck to his tail, "Attack, maybe."

Not having gained anything, but even more confused, Steve found a quiet place in the castle and sat down, which was Angus's now empty dormitory.

He casually grabbed a pen from Angus' room, squeezed it, and then touched the bed sheet.

He didn't know what he was doing now, he just wanted to be quiet, and wanted Angus to lean on him.

Throwing away the pen, he closed his eyes.

He lowered his head and pulled up his clothes. The fresh wounds were still slightly oozing blood, all of which were bite marks.It's not the kind of wound that kept me from healing before, but it's not too shallow.

He had never seen Angus like that, as if there was nothing in his eyes, or he was the only one left.

Just myself, without any additional emotions.

Steve wondered whether it was Angus himself.

Why is it so difficult?Steve looked down at his palm, then clenched it tightly.

Shouldn't it be?He and Angus, shouldn't they?

"I have a feeling that you can't be left alone right now." Charles' wheelchair creaked on the wooden floor, waking Steve up.

"Charles—" Steve straightened up and put his pen on the nearby table.

"So what is it now, you feel bad because he attacked you?" Charles looked at him.

"...No, not this one."

"Then why are you here?" Charles could feel his repulsion, but he didn't back down.

"...You can brain me directly."

"I respect you, Steve, and I won't find out about you easily. It's just that sometimes," Charles pointed to his head, "it's not something I can control."

"You need someone to talk to."

"I don't know if it means you are considerate or what..." Steve was helpless.

"I just feel that I haven't brought him any good things." Steve rubbed his hands together, "He's hurt, confused, sad, angry, upset..."

"Everything seems to be related to me."

Steve rubbed his thumb against the corner of his lips: "On the contrary, he always makes me happy and relaxed. Either he has a sense of humor, or...he is special, and all aspects are very special to me. yes."

Charles listened quietly.

"I'm starting to think that if he hadn't met me in the first place, nothing would have happened." Steve was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"I brought him ashore and trapped him." Steve rested his chin on his hand, "I, have been wondering if I did something wrong."

"It was just a small thought at first, but it was nothing at first, and now this feeling is getting heavier and heavier. Everything that is happening now makes me feel uneasy." Steve took a deep breath, "I know I can't hesitate, but , Sometimes, I just can’t bear it.”

"Charles, he loves me." Steve whispered.

"Maybe, I shouldn't, shouldn't let him love me." Steve raised his hand to half cover his face, "I tried my best to keep him attached to the beautiful part of loving, but avoided the painful part inside. "

"One day, he will lose me." Steve sniffed, "It's just a matter of time. Now, I can't bear the feeling of losing him. I can't imagine if Angus How distressing it would be to be in my position now."

"Just thinking about it makes me feel like I deserve to die."

"Then don't let him go through that." Charles sighed, "You're on the edge of a dead end now."

"You will be happy, you have to have this confidence. No matter what happens in the future, you will be happy."

"You can't let weird speculation about the future get in your way. He needs your continued support, Steve."

"He needs you," Charles said emphatically. "I never knew you were someone who would be worn down by that kind of trust."

"I'm not going to break." Steve laughed. "I'm just thinking about what's best for him."

"Continue to love him." Charles did not hesitate, "You all need this, and this is very simple, isn't it?"

"...Yeah, thanks for listening to my whining." Steve laughed.

Charles really didn't take the initiative to find out his thoughts, Steve was very grateful, at least no one would stop him.

Angus' drowsy state continued without any sign of improvement. The rough physical cooling just made him continue to lethargy, and Steve knew that he hadn't improved at all.

The wakefulness is short-lived, and he sleeps the rest of the time, as if forced into a low-activity state.

Steve looked at Angus in the cold cabin and made a decision.

In the middle of the night, Steve sneaked into S.H.I.E.L.D. Thanks to his identity, he didn't attract any attention until he took Angus out.

"Hey Angus, are you feeling okay?" Steve put the man in his arms and drove the motorcycle.

Angus put his hands on his waist and buried him in it: "Now, it's good."

"I need to be with you."

Steve touched his back with his free hand: "...How about we put you back in the sea?"

Angus hummed casually, but actually didn't hear what he said clearly.

Steve kissed the top of his hair: "We can still be together, I will live on the boat, and you can stay in the sea."

"We'll find a way."

Angus blinked: "I don't feel good."

Steve paused: "Why?"

"You remind me of Romeo and Juliet. The elopements didn't end well." Angus said seriously.

"Elope?" Steve bowed his head and kissed him, "You think we're elope."

"It's very similar." Angus lay on the side of his neck, rubbing it in.

Steve patted him on the back: "We don't call this elopement."

"What's that?" Angus bit his ear and mumbled.

Steve hissed and tilted his head.

Angus let go, tasted the sweet smell of blood, and his mind was a little confused; "Steve, you are bleeding."

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much." Steve frowned slightly, and then suppressed his sadness for a moment.

"It seems delicious." Angus stared at his slightly bleeding earlobe.

Steve smiled: "...you can bite, but take it lightly now."

Angus hummed: "I only bite lightly."

Steve resisted the slight numbness in his ears, and tried his best not to shake his hands from the guardrail of the tunnel.

To be honest, Angus' light bite is not as good as the one that was given to him just now.

This is torture on another level.

"Steve," Angus felt that he was very hungry, and forced himself to let go of his mouth, "You taste so delicious."

The voice was full of accusations, very wronged.

Steve laughed twice, tilted his head and kissed his hair side: "I'm sorry, do you like it?"

"I like it." Angus put his arms around his neck and bit the base of his neck.

There was a sharp pain, and Steve's hands trembled, holding back, and then he felt a little bit of warm moisture slowly oozing from his shoulders.

Steve's eyes darkened, he hugged Angus with his hands, and called softly, "Angus..."

"En." Angus replied, bit the meat in his mouth in a daze, and sucked it.

Steve smiled, seeing the gradually clear and clean coastline, blinked his eyes, stopped the car slowly, and got out of the car with Angus in his arms.

"Angus, we're at the beach." Steve stroked his back.

"Yeah." Angus finally paid a little attention to the scene in front of him, "It feels good."

"Yes." Steve stroked his hair, "It took me several days to decide on this place."

Angus looked at him drowsily, then opened his mouth and bit his cheek, and quickly licked a faint smell of blood.

Steve hugged him tightly: "Angus, can you hear me?"

Angus didn't respond.

Steve slowly tightened his hand, feeling that the temperature that was almost cold before was now so warm that his whole heart seemed to be soaked in boiling water, and every inch was swollen until the blood vessels began to scream unbearably, and then snapped. Lose.

"Angus, I love you." Steve pressed his head, his voice leaked a little sadness, "So it doesn't matter, don't think about anything that your head shouldn't think about, I am voluntary of."

Angus wrapped his arms around his neck and blinked, and Steve heard him swallow loudly.

The nails on his back also began to elongate, slowly cutting into his clothes, and getting close to his skin.

It didn't take long for Steve to have all kinds of not serious but very dense wounds all over his body.

After standing by the sea and embracing Angus, who had already lost his mind for a long time, Steve walked into the sea slowly.

The blood began to ooze out slowly, floating and sinking in the sea water.

Steve frowned, and after a while, he still walked slowly into the sea.

When the sea water reached his shoulders and necks, the part of Steve that was 'rubbed' by Angus was basically not intact, and he was in a panic.

Steve's feet swayed, the hands holding him loosened, Angus's tail stretched out, and the wide fish tail wrapped around him tightly, with more and more force and tighter. .

Steve touched his face, stared at his confused eyes, and kissed him: "Slowdown [slow down], Angus, I've always been yours."

Angus opened his mouth and bit his tongue, inhaling the sweet taste.

Steve frowned, and then raised his hand to press down on the back of his neck, with a bit of love at the end and great sadness, the love that has been suppressed so much that he didn't know how to express it was all in his head Spread out.

It's the end, it's the ending, it's love.

It is also because of the possible pain that Angus may have to face all this alone after waking up, and he is still unable to hug him.

Steve held his chin and kissed him almost obsessively, as if at the end, trying to feel every inch of him and feel it clearly.

He raised his hand to hug Angus' waist, and slowly fiddled with the sharp and unexpectedly soft fish scales at the edge, Angus trembled.

Steve slightly loosened his lips, hugged his waist, and looked at Angus in a daze.

"You've been trying to eat me clean, haven't you?" Steve pushed his hair back, then looked down at his ear fins, and bit down, "You taste good, too."

"If I could, I wille the whole of you. [I could eat you whole]"

Angus lost his gaze, and then slowly settled on his lips, as if he was wondering about something.

Steve licked his lips and tasted the salty sea water: "Do you like it? Do you like me?"

"Do you love me?"

Angus raised his hand and touched his face, his eyes were purely confused, and he didn't know what he was confused about.

Steve couldn't hold back, and kissed his lips again, after all, this was the last.

Angus lightly pressed his shoulders and pressed him into the water. Steve obeyed him and submerged in the water, slightly stroking the trembling tail of the fish with his hand.

Angus looked at him with his eyes open, and his lips were extremely red after pressing hard, which was completely different from the previous appearance where there was very little blood color and pale.

Steve watches him through the water, admiring again.

Angus is truly the most beautiful creature in the world, no matter how you look at it.

"Steve—"

Steve was taken aback, and looked at him with burning eyes: "Angus! Can you recognize me?"

Accidentally drank a few mouthfuls of seawater, he coughed a few times, and surfaced slightly.

Angus' face became confused again, but following his own heart, he put his lips up again.

Steve wraps his arms around his back and kisses him deeply again.

After the kiss, Angus showed a painful expression, and Steve grabbed his arms: "Angus, if you can't control it, just let it go."

"I don't care."

Angus seemed to hear it but didn't seem to hear it, Steve couldn't shout back to his already lax sanity.

Suddenly he swung Steve away, and made a strong sound in the distance. The sound stimulated the nearest Steve to cover his ears, and the wide fish tail stirred him tightly, as if to entangle He is going to die.

Steve watched the shark turn and run, and sighed secretly, whatever it was, don't bother him while he's eating.

Angus looked back at Steve, leaned closer, and Steve smiled at him.

Angus seemed to show a dissatisfied look, then hugged him, and a tearing force appeared.

"boom--"

Steve hit the ground hard on his back, and he soon realized that Angus had brought him home.

The two of them were falling one on top of the other on the carpet in the living room. Steve was surprised: "Angus? Why are you here?"

Angus didn't reply, the fish tail slapped, and for some reason it turned into a human leg, leaning on his body with his hands spread out, pressing his hands on Steve's chest.

"Steve—"

Steve looked into his eyes, reconfirming that he was still confused.He leaned slightly down on his body, showing an expression that seemed to be crying but not crying, feeling uncomfortable and helpless.

"I'm so sick, Steve..."

Steve froze, put his arms around his back, and froze in place.

What did he feel, the symptom in his common sense?

"Steve..." Angus' voice turned into tears, "I'm so uncomfortable, I'm going to die."

Steve suddenly felt his mouth dry, and his mind was buzzing all the time. There were horse racing all over the ground, and the loud world disappeared.

"Steve—" Angus hid in his arms, "I'm dying. Steve, I love you."

The straw that broke the camel's back suddenly fell, and Steve rolled over suddenly, pinning Angus under him.

"Angus—" Steve swallowed.

Angus wrinkled his whole face, and said aggrievedly, "I'm going to die, why are you with me?"

Steve's eyes blurred for a moment, and he cursed a word that he would never say normally, then looked down at Angus and swallowed.

"Angus, do you want me?"

"Well, can you die with me?" Angus looked at him expectantly.

Steve's eyes were completely blurred, and a dangerous emotion surged inside: "We... can try."

"Now," Steve lowered his head and kissed his neck, his hand slowly walked, and reassured, "Maybe, we need a bed. Can you do it, Angus? Try harder."

Angus closed his eyes, dodged to the side, a little at a loss: "... yes."

"Then, now, send us to bed." Steve clenched his teeth lightly, grabbed a small piece of cheek meat under his ear, and tugged.

Angus snorted, and obediently obeyed with aggrieved attitude.

Steve put his hands on his moving waist, amused and angry, couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and said viciously: "Thank God, I left the juice in Maria's house."

Angus thought he was broken.

With a slight tug, Steve threw his clothes on the ground, and unbuttoned Angus' shirt by the way.

……

Steve swallowed his dry throat, lowered his head and kissed Angus, who opened his mouth slightly, eagerly.

After Angus kissed him, he pawed his back, bit the meat of Steve who was lying on top of him, and gritted his teeth: "I feel bad...you still continue."

Listening to Steve's complaining that he had regained his sanity, the prediction in his mind was confirmed, the ups and downs until his mood was tangled into a mess, and it was an indescribable relaxation and gratitude.

And... the satisfaction of getting what you want.

Wei Wei got up, Steve kissed his forehead, softly: "Is it really only uncomfortable?"

Angus recalled, then trembled.

Steve looked at him with vague eyes, Angus moved his legs, and after a while whispered: "Do you want to continue?"

Steve curled up his lips, raised his chin, and kissed him.

"Whatever your god is, you'd better start praying now. You're going to be 'sick' until I calm down." Steve announced calmly, as if he had scared himself half to death, and was even going to feed himself to him Dry wipe punishment.

This stupid fish has zero basic knowledge about himself. He has learned all his physiology lessons into the stomach of juice, and even reading books can't save his stupid fish.

This little thing actually scared him to death, a stupid fish full of messy thoughts...

How the hell did he love him so much—

The author has something to say: sugar is sugar, definitely sugar——

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Yes, it's what you think, if you can't get it, um, you're all in vain.

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【Happy~】Thank you for the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: It’s just that I received 1 under my body;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

20 bottles of floating brocade and twisted flowers; 1 bottle of Yinqian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!