252: [Bonus chapter] 6.12 I Am Here

[Bonus chapter] 6.12 I Am Here

0CW: umm not so explicit scene so I won't put the warning in the title. Anyway, what can you do in ten minutes *shrug*

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W—What was happening? Was he dreaming…?

One second he was still kissing Regius' hand, blabbering something incoherent that he didn't even register fully because he was starting to feel the impact of taking a cold shower in the middle of a winter night and in the next second, his vision was limited by a curtain of jet black hair around him; the distinct scent of winter tinged with sweetness wafted to his nose and before he could react, his lips were roughly claimed by another pair of soft, warm lips.

A strangled sound escaped Jillian's throat. He had never kissed anyone before; had never even entertained the thought of doing such an intimate act with the other but here, in his room, with Regius — warm and real in flesh — kissing came to him as natural as breathing. He subconsciously parted his lips and allowed Regius entry, gasping when he felt the telltale of hot, slick tongue that licked the seam of his lips. Regius' body was hot and so did his breath, or was it Jillian's own temperature…? Jillian was uncertain. He couldn't think anymore. Not with Regius here, kissing every logical and sane thought out of his mind and replacing it with him, only him.

Regius' hand on his waist glided down to lift his hips and all of a sudden, Jillian found himself straddling Regius' hips. The hem of his bathrobe hiked up as a result, exposing his bare thighs to the air and he instantly shivered, pressing himself closer into Regius' warmth.

Jillian broke away for breath, gasping audibly. "Is that you? Is that really you, Regius…?" 

Foolish question, he knew. There was no way he could have mistaken those silver eyes that had haunted the majority part of his mind and dreams. Those eyes had been engraved deep into his soul and suddenly, Jillian felt so overwhelmed that tears pooled in his eyes. He tremblingly reached out to cup Regius' cheek and laughed wetly when the latter nuzzled into his palm. This was real. Regius had really heard his wish.

"Sweetheart..." Lu Yizhou rasped, there was no denying the gentleness in those silver eyes but at the same time, they were dark, so dark that they resembled whirlpools of intense gray; the color of sky before the storm.  Jillian's breath hitched on his throat at the endearment and cursed his hot-bloodedness and his overexcited body because that alone was enough to make him react. "Sweetheart, don't cry. I am here. I have always been here."

Jillian didn't even realize he was crying until Regius wiped the tears for him. His eyes turned mellow and Jillian hated it; hated that he had caused Regius to show this kind of look. He grabbed onto the hem of Regius' sleeves and exhaled a shuddering sigh. "Regius, kiss me. Kiss me again. I will really die if you don't—"

No further words were needed. Jillian let out a hum — it sounded very much like a needy whine, if he was sober enough to realize that — and leaned into the kiss. His arms came naturally around Regius' neck, and he finally fulfilled one of his lifelong wishes: to bury his fingers into the man's long, silky ink-black hair. It was softer than Jillian expected, so sleek and velvety that it slipped through Jillian's fingers a few times and Jillian couldn't help the moan that slipped from his mouth. How… How could this man be so perfect? His wandering thoughts came to a halt in the next second because Regius' broad palm had slipped to the back of his neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and— pulled, roughly.

Jillian's back arched, head thrown back as a breathless gasp fell from his kiss-swollen lips. His bathrobe had been jostled sometime during their kiss and with this move of his, it slipped off one shoulder, showing an expanse of skin littered with scars from numerous battlefields. 

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. His body — there was nothing beautiful about his body. He was more muscle than fat, with sharp and heavy bones jutting out of his frame and he hadn't even recounted the scars he had gained throughout the years. They were hideous, dark and caterpillar-like and compared to Regius' perfect, unblemished pale skin, he was… 

However, before he could say anything out of shame, Regius had leaned down and dropped feather soft kisses all over the scars, small and large, tracing them with his lips as if wishing to map a constellation there that would overwrite the history of how Jillian had gotten them. Jillian's nails dug into the flesh under Regius' scalp, his breath hitching everytime Regius' lips brushed against the newest scars that had barely healed a few weeks ago. 

Jillian's bathrobe had slipped off his body without him realizing, hanging loosely by his elbows and left him only with a short undergarment that did nothing to hide his hardening length. The universe seemed to conspire against Jillian because the sensitive organ of his would often brush against Regius' black robe — the robe Jillian had put on him just a moment ago — sending tingling sparks all over his body.

He almost recoiled from how overwhelmed it made him feel and his toes curled up, heels digging into the cold floor as Regius continued his endeavor to suck hickeys all over Jillian's chest, skimming across the star-shaped birthmark atop of his collarbone 

Jillian's breath turned heavy when he sensed the ghost of Regius' exhale caressing his perked nipple, causing him to leak steadily over his undergarment. He squeezed Regius between his hips in reflex. His head was buzzing and he felt weak, dominated. His face was feverish and Jillian distantly wondered how much of it was because of the cold air that stroked his bare skin. "R—Regius… that," he stammered, feeling oddly bashful for some reason. "I have never—"

He sensed the huff of laughter on his skin before he heard it and oh, Jillian thought this must be how angel's requiem sounded like. It rolled over him in waves and cocooned him like velvety chocolate, sweet and addictive. Goodness— he felt like he was one second from coming. All because of Regius' quiet laughter.

Jillian choked off an embarrassed sound from his throat and his mind further went into the gutter when Regius finally lifted his head to look at him. His hair was adorably mussed from Jillian's restless fingers, wet lips slick with spit and eyes curving into crescents. Had he died and gone to Heaven? How could such a breathtaking person exist in this revolting world?

"I know." There was something dark in Regius' eyes that sent shivers down Jillian's spine. He was alarmed and aroused at the same time. It made him dizzier. "I will kill anyone who has done this to you."

Jillian swallowed thickly. "R—Regius…"

"Hmm?"

"Regius, I—"

Jillian's mind was blank and his eyes were focused on Regius' lips, recalling how soft and delicious it felt against his own. However, before he could ask the man to kiss him again, Jillian's vision suddenly tilted on its axis and he landed on his butt, legs parted over nothing. He almost lost his balance if not for the reflex of propping himself up by arms that had now lacked the person they were holding on to. He blinked, dumbfounded. W—What…?

Fortunately, his consternation was answered in the next second when the doll version of Regius dropped into his lap, his hair disheveled and robe unkempt. Outside, thunder struck in an ear-deafening boom and wind howled fiercely but Jillian was so stupefied to notice. "Regius…? You—" He lifted the doll to his eye level. Had Regius' doll lips always turned down on its corner? No, it shouldn't be, he—

A brief laugh bubbled out of his throat. Ten minutes, Regius had said. He could only maintain human form for ten minutes. Jillian glanced at the clock and noticed that indeed, ten minutes had gone by. But why did it feel like only ten seconds? 

Jillian crossed his legs and sat up properly, feeling his cock softening now that the stimulus was no longer here. Instead, he tapped on Regius' nose playfully. "Are you upset? It's okay, I will kiss you whenever you want." To prove that, he brought the doll closer and kissed him on his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and lastly, his lips. There was still warmth lingering on Regius' body and Jillian climbed up to his bed like that, cradling Regius close to his chest. 

He buried his nose into the doll's hair and inhaled the same scent he had detected from Regius earlier. Cold like winter with a hint of underlying sweetness. For some reason, Jillian felt more peaceful than ever as he drifted off to sleep. 

Totally unaware that outside, a group of men dressed in black was scaling the wall of the manor, their eyes chilled with murderous intent. Tonight, their mission was only one: kill the Duke!

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