288: 6.48 Focus On Me [M]

6.48 Focus On Me [M]

Where was he…?0

Lu Yizhou's head was fuzzy as he struggled to peel open his heavy eyelids. He couldn't recall what had happened and his limbs felt as heavy as lead. One thing for certain was, his blood was currently boiling. 

For a split second, he thought he had been thrown into a burning cauldron. Otherwise how could it be so hot…? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to calm his ragged breathing to no avail. What had happened to him? Did he get drunk?

No… he wasn't the kind of person who would partake in liquor, there was no way he would get drunk if he hadn't even had a sip of wine. So why the hell was he so dizzy? Once again, he tried to open his eyes and the ceiling seemed to spin around and around above him. He opted to bury his head into the crook of his arm instead and let out a muffled groan.

"Oh?" Came a woozy, familiar voice. It sounded so close and far at the same time. Lu Yizhou couldn't ascertain where it was coming from. Damn it, get ahold of yourself, Lu Yizhou! "Are you awake?" A shadow loomed above him and Lu Yizhou squinted his eyes to focus on the other person. That pair of pure black eyes and silver hair… "Lu Yizhou, have you sobered up yet? What to do…" A chuckle. "It seems like coming twice still isn't enough to wake you up yet. My jaw is hurting, you know?"

The sight in front of him was slowly coming to a focus and Lu Yizhou's muddled brain finally gathered a resemblance of clarity. "Izher…" He rasped, his voice so thick and gravelly that he almost couldn't recognize it himself. 

[What happened…?]

[666: Um, Host, congratulations for finally being awake. As much as 666 wants to inform you, err, you see… 666's screen has been mosaicked ever since Izher brought you here and tied you up. That's why, adios Host!] 

After saying that, 666 went offline again. 

Lu Yizhou cursed under his breath. It took him a few seconds to register what 666 was saying. Tied him up…? He tried to move his heavy limbs only to realize that something was holding him back. His wrists, to be exact.

He tugged on them and felt the tight binding bite deeper into his flesh. Taking in a deep breath, Lu Yizhou finally craned his head up to see that his hands had been bound above his head by a coiling dark mist whereas his legs… They were numb and trembling ever so slightly. Lu Yizhou tried to move them only to be obstructed by a hard, warm object. No, it was Izher's hand. The silver haired God was currently kneeling on the bed between Lu Yizhou's legs, both palms grabbing his thighs tightly. 

His brain froze for a second as he took in the provocative sight and the shock it carried was enough to jolt the haze out of Lu Yizhou's brain.

He finally registered that he was in an unfamiliar room made of dark woods. Bare, save from a huge, comfortable bed where he was tied to right now. A window to his left overlooked a lush, green forest and Lu Yizhou tilted his head in confusion. Wasn't it in the middle of the winter? How could there be such a green, thriving area out there?

"Ah, look at you all muddled and confused." Izher crooned and pinched his cheeks. "It's not everyday I can see you like this. How adorable!"

Adorable…? Was he talking about Lu Yizhou? He turned his gaze back to Izher — his brain still couldn't comprehend intellect thinking such as why he was tied to the bed and why Izher was sitting between his legs. Please don't ask him — and automatically zeroed in on his lush, plump lips. 

Lu Yizhou couldn't help it. Against the ghastly pale skin, black marks and bottomless eyes, the vivid crimson color was utterly striking. Lu Yizhou blinked, then blinked again. Izher was talking but Lu Yizhou didn't even hear a thing. His lips looked more luscious and delectable when they were moving animatedly, the corner of it curled up in an enticing way, giving hint of rows of dangerous sharp teeth and the tip of charming red tongue. Lu Yizhou's eyes were glued there, staring unblinkingly.

Izher belatedly noticed his line of sight and stopped whatever he was talking about. He deliberately licked his lips and made them look even redder and enthralling. Fire coursed through Lu Yizhou's veins and for the first time since he woke up, he finally fathomed what he was feeling. Hunger. Craving. Familiar and primal. He wanted…

"Insatiable beast." Izher pouted his lips and Lu Yizhou found himself tracing every line and curve, like a savage animal baited by a piece of fragrant meat. "See how hard you have ravaged my mouth. I am all sore and fatigued and you still haven't felt satisfied yet?"

Me…? Ravaged your mouth?

"Uh-huh." Lu Yizhou didn't even realize he had voiced the question out loud until Izher responded to it. He felt unhinged, off-balance, discombobulated. His limbs, his eyes, his mouth — everything — seemed to have detached from his body and had grown a will on their own. Lu Yizhou couldn't control them anymore. "You don't remember any of it?" Izher put on a sad look. "How cruel."

Cruel… yes, he was cruel, Lu Yizhou knew that. But not to his lover. Only to him would Lu Yizhou retract his claws and show his most tender belly, exposing every single spot to be caressed. Alas, something was gnawing on him in the back of his mind, swirling within the muddy swamp of his thoughts and trying to break through the surface. He had been cruel. He had done something very, very wrong. That person told him to stop but like a madman he was, he ignored them. He forced himself on them. 

Lu Yizhou gasped as the image of a certain golden-eyed man flashed in the forefront of his mind. "Jillian…" More and more memories popped up and Lu Yizhou felt his blood running cold. What had he done…? He struggled against the binding, trying to sit up. "Jillian, he—"

"Sssh." Izher placed his palm on Lu Yizhou's chest — bare, he finally noticed how disheveled his appearance was. Robe untied, hanging loosely over the crook of his elbows. And there, on his abdomen… was patches of wetness. White, viscous substances. Familiar. And most importantly, his cock was standing proudly in a semi erection. So, so close to Izher's thigh that if Lu Yizhou jerked his hips he would be able to grind against the other. "It's okay, he's fine. Everything is fine. He's currently on his way here. You should hang on for a while. I can't do this by myself…" He let out a wistful sigh and drew circles on the plane of Lu Yizhou's abs, further messing the slick up.

"Upset." Lu Yizhou mumbled, gasping when Izher's sharp nails grazed against his sensitive spot. "You're upset. Why…?"

"Because I have to resort to asking his help to do you." Izher caught Lu Yizhou's chin sharply and bore his heavy stare into Lu Yizhou's glazed eyes. "Do you understand, Lu Yizhou? As much as I want to fuck you myself, I can't. You are not allowed to pour your power into me. I can only rely on him." He scoffed. "Well, I don't even know if I should be upset at myself for getting excited for something like this…" 

Izher dragged his hand lower, smearing the wetness — cum, Lu Yizhou's numb brain supplied. His? — all over his chest before grabbing onto the base of Lu Yizhou's cock. Lu Yizhou's eyes flew open and he grunted as sparks jolted throughout his body and his hazy mind grew even hazier, clouded with the mist of pleasure and desire.

Any coherent thought he had managed for this short period of time was instantly wiped away when Izher slid down until his lips — those sinful, luscious lips — were only an inch away from the tip of his cock. The movement unraveled Izher's barely tied robe, exposing a slender body engraved with similar marks to his forehead that trailed across his abdomen to form a intricate shape of a rotating star atop of his collarbone, a gorgeous pale cock and — fuck, what have you done, Lu Yizhou?! — deep teeth marks on his otherwise unblemished arm.

"I bit you…" Lu Yizhou forced out amidst his ragged breathing, feeling so guilty he wanted to bite his own tongue and choke on it. "I'm sorry. Does it hurt…?"

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Izher deliberately lifted his arm to show Lu Yizhou the entirety of the marks. "I didn't heal myself on purpose so I can wear it all the time, you know." Izher waggled his eyebrows teasingly. "Do you think it looks very much like a collar?"

"Izher!" Lu Yizhou growled low in his throat. "Don't tease."

"What?" He replied guilessly. "Am I wrong?"

"I…" Pain throbbed against the base of Lu Yizhou's skull as he began to recall how he suddenly yearned for blood on his tongue after receiving the prayers. How there was Jillian — sweet, writhing Jillian — in his arms, slender neck bared right under his nose. Lu Yizhou remembered feeling so overwhelmed by the urge, it was almost as strong as when he was still Raphael the vampire, but he had no intention to drink. He just wanted to hurt, wanted to spill blood and drank in the scent of fear. Chills ran down his spine now that he thought about it. Why…? What the fuck was wrong with him?! He took in a shaky breath. "No matter what, I still hurt you and it's unforgivable—"

"Indeed." Izher grinned sharply and this time, he wasted no time to bend down and lick a stripe up Lu Yizhou's cock. Lu Yizhou jerked against the binding on his wrist, his breaths became heavier. In no time at all, he was fully erect. 

"How insolent of you to think of such an unimportant thing when I am half-naked on top of you." Izher demanded fiercely. "Now shut up and focus on me."

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