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

One touch away, cool.

"..." Steve stared down at Angus in a daze, not realizing what happened just now in his mind.

"Hmm—" Angus looked closely at Steve's face, then narrowed his eyes.

Useful or useless, how stupid?

He squatted on his knees and rubbed forward a little bit, arched upwards, and with some strength, touched his mouth again.

The teeth collided with each other with the soft lips, a little numb and a little painful.

Steve blinked: "... Angus...?" His voice was low, as if he suspected he was dreaming.

Angus raised his eyebrows, as if he could.

Moving forward again, kneeling on the ground, he completely straightened his body, lifted Steve's chin, changed his position, bowed his head and kissed again.

This time there was no force and no touch to get it done.

Seriously, rubbing gently on Steve's mouth, with a sense of comfort.

Steve only felt moist between his mouth and nose, and his eyes interlaced with Angus's clean eyes that didn't fluctuate much for a few seconds.He took a deep breath, raised his hand and quickly pushed his shoulder away, and hid back.

The ground under his feet that was brought out of the water by Angus was already slippery. He stood up abruptly, but instead of standing up, he sat down on the ground in an instant.

The distance was not widened, Angus stretched out his hand to pick him up when he stumbled, but it became more ambiguous.

He didn't get up anymore, he backed up with his hands on the ground, and barely stopped until he hit the wet and cold bathroom wall.

"Angus...you..."

Angus tasted the meat and wanted to come for the fourth time, but he was in vain.He knelt on his stomach, looked at Steve who retreated to the corner and wanted to curl himself into a ball with his hands on his hands: "Well, what's wrong with you?"

"...What's the matter... What should I say you did?" Steve struggled to speak out, looking at Angus's...unsightly movements at this moment, his heart was racing, and his face was flushed.

"Is the movement wrong?" Angus sat back on his calf, forming a sitting posture, "but you didn't open your mouth."

"...wh...?" Steve swallowed a word in half.

He lowered his head, put his hands between his knees, closed his eyes, and let himself calm down first.

Angus looked at him quietly, as if nothing happened just now.

"Why...why...dear..." Steve's voice was a little dry, and he coughed, "this...do this?"

"Kiss you like this?"

Steve... "Yes."

"You don't look happy." Angus smacked his lips with a helpless expression.

"Not happy?" Steve looked at him.

"Yes." Angus nodded.

"Why am I not happy that you want to do this?" Steve moistened his lips reflexively, then withdrew the tip of his tongue suddenly, and his back was covered with sweat.

"..." Angus blinked his eyes and pondered for a while, as if hesitating for something.

Steve rubbed his lips with his hand, and lowered his voice: "Angus?"

"Because I find it troublesome to deal with your habit of thinking wildly." Angus looked away, feeling a little guilty.

"..." There are many questions in this sentence, and he didn't know which one to ask specifically for a while.

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

Steve raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, Angus's innocence was unexpectedly tricky in some aspects.

"Who told you... like this?" Steve frowned.

To let him know who led Angus badly, he... Tsk.

"Rosalie." Angus explained quickly.

"...What exactly did she say?" Steve was a little helpless for Angus's lazy habit of squeezing toothpaste for a long time every time he asked something.

"It's not easy, just kiss him." Angus opened his mouth and it was Rosalie's voice.

Steve...he almost forgot the skill of Angus.

Speaking of which, listening to this voice really made me feel irritated and repelled from the bottom of my heart.

It may be the sequelae of frequent contact during this period.

"Kiss him until he can't remember what I wanted to say, just do whatever you want. If it doesn't work, you can drag him to the bed." Angus continued.

"Soon he'll forget everything."

Steve...he shouldn't have left Angus and Rosalie alone.

See what this teaches! !

"Angus, what did you ask Rosalie?" Steve looked at the present very well-behaved, completely unable to see that it was a dignified version of the fish who could mess around.

"..." Angus fell into a bewildered silence.

Steve lowered his voice again: "Angus—"

"Human beings are too verbose, what should I do? Ignore him and keep thinking wildly. Is there any quick way to make him behave..." Angus quickly explained in a low voice.

Steve...

"What?" He paused for a while before making a sound.

Angus scratched his neck, and mumbled: "Because every time you are unhappy, it will be very troublesome."

"Where...how did I trouble you..." Steve twitched his lips and suppressed his voice.

"Anyway, it's very troublesome." Angus couldn't explain why, he shook his hand and became impatient.

After thinking for a while, he let out an ah.

"It's because you're not happy with your stay, so you're leaving. If you don't let me, you're going to fight with me, and you won't be able to beat me, and you'll be half dead." Angus looked like you didn't know how troublesome you were, so I endured it How long have you looked.

"But after sending you away and seeing you again, I still look half dead."

Steve was taken aback.

"So I stayed."

"You have to put on clothes when you go out, you have to brush your teeth when you eat, you can't just grab what's in the refrigerator, you have to wash your hands before eating, you have to wipe off the water when you get out of the bathtub..." Angus sighed, "You're too troublesome."

"It's finally getting better, but if you don't pay attention, you start again."

Angus raised his hand in the air and stroked his face: "This way, it looks like it's half dead."

Steve...how is he half dead, what words are used for that.

Angus found the perfect excuse for himself: "I have to coax you every time, I will be very tired."

Steve was silent for a while.

Angus looked at him, picking his own towel.

"You sent me on the boat because I'm half dead?" Steve looked at Angus and nodded.

"...Stay, or is it because you think I'm 'half dead'?"

Angus nodded.

Ever since he knew the gesture represented approval, he couldn't quit the gesture.

Even self-taught, the skill of nodding perfunctorily when Steve Rory is talking.

"Dear... um, is that so?" Steve raised his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth.

Angus continued to nod.

"Why..." Do you care about me so much?

Steve's Adam's apple rolled up and down, unable to ask all the questions.

After looking at Angus for a while, he turned his head and let out a long breath.

"Angus, what am I to you?" The voice was very soft.

Angus reflexively wanted to talk about food, but he swallowed the words.

After thinking about it, there seems to be no suitable words in the vocabulary.

"Pet," finally found a word, Angus blurted out, and then frowned to himself, "more."

Steve laughed and wiped his face with his hand.

More than pets... ah...

How much is a question.

"Were you angry when I insisted on leaving?" Steve hesitated, but finally asked.

Angus nodded.

He couldn't figure out why Angus could continue to throw himself on the desert island, even if he was annoyed by himself, he just turned over and left.

Why bother to send yourself to the ship, and why follow until you see yourself on the deck.

On the boat, I knew that although Stark and his group had encountered a shipwreck, most of them were caused by Angus, but none of them really had an accident.

After that, he couldn't help thinking about the meaning of those fragmentary sentences that Angus said to himself.

But now, after he could understand Angus's speaking habits, he realized it.

At that time Angus, the help had nothing to do with the irony and warning he thought.

He was asking himself to stay with him, not to leave, not to leave him.

It was the same emotion as when I was holding his hand on the raft.

It was exactly the same, but I misunderstood what he meant.

I just thought that he was mocking himself and warning himself.

Those who take a step back are always soft-hearted and gentle.

Steve was thinking a lot at once, leaning against the wall with his arms on his knees looking at Angus.

Why didn't I find out earlier...

He waved to Angus.

Angus moved a little bit and got in front of him.

"Angus, have you always been a... siren?" Steve looked down at the fish approaching him.

Angus nodded, shook again, and nodded again.

Steve smacked his forehead with his fingers: "Don't be lazy, speak clearly."

Angus frowned.

"Well, I was born as a siren. I don't belong to any place. Strange sirens don't want to accept me." Angus began to pick out his vocabulary inventory, speaking slowly.

"After a long time, a group found me. I am strong, and they... three," Angus clapped three fingers, his eyes brightened, "old, weak, and disabled."

"I took them north, no one and sirens."

Steve frowned.

"He died later." Angus put down his hand, his voice was very low, "Human beings fought, and there were bombs in the sea|bombs exploded. It was all smell of sex, and they were broken."

Steve's hand trembled slightly.

"It doesn't matter how much meat I have, because they deserve to die. Weak sirens, it's impossible to survive." Angus brushed his hair, and there was no emotion in his voice, "It's impossible for me either."

Steve stared at Angus' profile, moved his arm, and let it go again.

"It won't be anymore after that." Angus patted his leg. His legs felt a little numb in this posture, which felt strange.

He changed his posture, crossed his legs, and sat slightly sideways.

"You must be very sad." Steve lowered his voice and frowned slightly.

"No, I don't have such emotions." Angus gave him a strange look, "That's your fault."

"I'm a siren, no." He emphasized seriously.

"That's weird."

Steve suddenly raised his hand to hold his head down and rubbed it vigorously, preventing him from seeing his inexplicably red eye sockets.

like a woman.

Perhaps, Angus never realized in his life how lonely and gentle he was.

He was right in a way.

From the moment I met him, I have been embraced by him.

He didn't want to die by himself, so he didn't care if he was eaten.He would be troubled by his emotions, so even if he was angry, he would send himself back to the boat.

You can also abandon your own ocean and shrink in the bathtub, or you can listen to your own words and live as a human being, or you can trade with Rosalie and the others.

You can also kiss yourself.

This kind of affection is much, much more than pets.

"Rosalie is right," Steve sorted out his complicated thoughts, "but, Angus, kissing on the mouth is only something that can be done between lovers."

Angus narrowed his eyes.

"I'll teach you another way," Steve reached out, held his arms, and looked into his eyes, "a quick way to comfort the other person and tell the other person not to be sad."

Stretching his arms and hugging Angus into his arms, Steve patted him on the back jerky.

Angus moved his chin on his shoulder, he hesitated and said, "Steve...hot."

Steve coughed, this action was too gentle, so gentle that he was a little embarrassed.

But how to put it, he just felt that Angus needed this.

Seeing that he didn't let go, Angus hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and imitated Steve to hug his back and pat him.

Steve grinned behind his back, his overly delicate emotions surging, which made him a little unspeakably ashamed and embarrassed.

but……

Arms tightened, he circled Angus in his arms: "Angus, do you know what our name is?"

Angus raised his chin high on his shoulder and blinked: "What?"

"We are called family." Steve patted him on the back, "Living together, we will care about each other and find each other annoying."

"I also hope that the other party is happy."

Angus tilted his head: "Family?"

"Hmm." Steve raised his hand and patted his head, "Your first group is old, weak, sick and disabled, and your second group is humans. What do you think?"

Angus paused for breath.

Steve sighed inwardly, wishing he had understood what he meant earlier.

You can tell him that it doesn't matter if you don't have to wrong yourself so much.

"...Mmm." Angus buried his face in his shoulders and let out a muffled moan.

I don't know whether to agree or just snort casually.

Humans have a high body temperature, which is warm and uncomfortable.

Angus closed his eyes, put his hands over his back, put his hands on his shoulders, and buried him in a warmer place.

After hugging for a long time, Angus said in a low voice, feeling sleepy inside: "Are you still sad?"

Steve hugged him with one arm, glanced at the sun in the bathroom window, which was already sinking, and looked down at Angus who was not about to move.

"Well, a little more."

"You are troublesome."

"Well, it's really troublesome." Steve bent the other leg, straightened the one he had supported before, and changed positions.Leaning the back of his head against the wall, he patted Angus's back lightly with one hand.

I watched him sleep for a long time.

The author has something to say: Author: When is the time when you have nothing to do with the other party?

Angus: When half dead.

Steve: ...always.

Author: When will you feel sorry for the other party?

Angus: Hmm...never.

Steve: How is this different from the last question?

Author: ... huh?no difference?

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