"Sayero......" He tried to catch the other party's gaze, his expression was still forcefully calm, but his chaotic voice leaked the panic in his heart, "What's wrong with you?" ”

All he answered was Sayero's grim gasps. His body was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, his back hunched, and the shadow of his body completely enveloped him.

Helo leaned limply against the door, his head twisted to the side from the narrow gap, unable to breathe, his chest heaving rapidly. His earlobe was bitten open, a shocking red mark near the base of his ear, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were like broken ice, fading from the disguised sharpness, and exuding a suffocating gorgeousness. Sayero admired his demeanor up close, sinful flowers blooming irrepressibly in his veins, dark longing filling and dominating his nerves.

He wanted to kiss the little rabbit he had raised, he wanted to pet him, he wanted to him, he even tore him apart, he destroyed him, plucked out the scales of his chromium hands one by one, and completely and completely took it for himself.

This burning desire took over his entire brain, and Sayero hugged the young man's flexible waist as hard as if he was about to rub it into his bones, and Helo suddenly felt that his ribs were about to be broken by Sayero, and he raised his miserable neck, his eyebrows furrowed, and a trembling moan overflowed from his nose.

The faint sound splashed into Sayero's blood like a spark, and exploded into flames in an instant. He spread his fingers, instinctively fumbled for the zipper on the back of the man in his arms, and tore a crack in the flexible soft metal material, and pierced his fingertips into the inside of the gap, peeling it off the other person's back.

This kind of touch is so wonderful, his hot and chapped palm only touches a small piece of smooth and delicate skin, and the blood burns wildly, as if it is not just the cloth that has broken through, but another forbidden secret realm. Sayero's rough movements made Herro feel like he was going to be skinned and torn apart, and for a moment he felt that the other party was cold-blooded and evil...... It was as if the soul and mind of his longing brother had been deprived of his beloved brother's soul under the skin, and he was wrapped in a hungry beast that could dismember him without blinking an eye, and let his corpse bleed and rot and turn into dust, and there would be no softening of heart.

He clenched his fists in fear, the function of the mechanical bracer discharge could be turned on at any time, but he couldn't press it. Even if Sayero's life is in the slightest danger, he can't do it.

Then, you can only do it yourself.

Even if he kills-

The great helplessness and unwillingness to copy it from the four loaves at once, the momentum is unstoppable.

He seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden, and he became the child of the year, gritting his teeth and shouting "brother" uncompetitively, violating his sworn gambling curse.

A crying call thundered, and suddenly, a ray of light appeared in Sayero's dark vision. He froze there for a moment, staring at the frightened face of the overly frightened man in his arms for a long time, and then his body shook violently, and he released the hand that restrained the other party as if he had been electrocuted, and took half a step back.

"Brother......

Helo shouted in a hoarse voice, and raised his hand tremblingly to redge away the man's messy hair. A handsome and expressionless face was revealed underneath, and the under-eyes were mottled and dark and difficult to discern.

He was shocked: "I am Helo...... You don't know me anymore? ”

Click――

The young man's voice in the silent space was soft, but it slashed straight into Sayero's skull. At once, he retrieved the rope called sanity, and grasped the end of it that would not break.

Heloh saw the man in front of him freeze for a moment, then slowly raised his arm, his fingertips running over his face as if they were nothing, like a blind man probing the stranger's appearance.

From the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, from the tip of the nose to the lips, and then tracing his facial features with his thumb as in memory, it seems to have a familiar sense of pampering.

The undead stubbornness of "...... Sayero" prompted him to quickly muster up his courage and grasp the hand that caressed his cheek, like a deadly prey waiting for the predator to show tenderness.

When he was hoping for this, the hand that he had plucked up the courage to hold was withdrawn, and as soon as the light dimmed in front of him, Sayaro pressed it again, one hand on the side of his head, and the other hand wrapped him in his arms.

The breaths of the two men intertwined, and their hearts beat at nearly the same rate, fighting each other in the dead silence.

Knock knock knock...

Helo heard his heart beating wildly, and he didn't realize that the corners of his eyes were red, and he tilted his head up, and the appearance of one shoulder exposed to the outside of the isolation suit, like a pure land after a rainstorm.

Helo looked at him in horror, Sayero's face was half bright and half dark, his face was cut apart like an axe at the junction of light and shadow, and every line was extremely sharp because of restraint. Noticing the palm print on one cheekbone, Helo reached out to touch his face, but he didn't expect the other party to be burned and turned his face away, squinting and staring at him warningly.

Any touch at this point is almost fatal.

Shayero knew that once he was completely "released", he didn't know what he would □□ Helo, and it was possible to kill him, but this kid didn't know how to stimulate him alive or dead. The sound of "brother" might have brought him back to his senses for a moment, but he knew it was not a cure, but a poppy for addicts.

Maybe one more time, and he'll be completely ...... Crazy.

"Brother?"

Realizing that this salutation was effective, Helo whispered in the other's ear, his moist lips like petals stained with rain and dew, and his breath exuded a faint fragrance, as if asking for a kiss from him.

Sayaro couldn't bear to cover the mouth of the person in his arms with one hand, not giving him another chance to call him.

His muscles spasmed like epilepsy, and he forced his uncontrolled body to hold on, and Sayaro leaned down the arm of the man in his arms, tearing off something from his wrist with all his might, and then pushing the other person away with all his might. Then he staggered backwards, a cluster of blue sparks flashing in his palm with the sound of electricity striking, and he fell to the ground on his knees like a crumbling statue.

"Wait!"

Helo reacted in shock, and rushed forward with an arrow to hug the other party.

A dark golden hair scattered in the crook of his arm, and the tingling that had not yet dissipated surged through his body, causing him to slip under his feet, unable to hold Sayero, and the two of them stumbled to the ground together. The sweat-soaked bodies of the brothers overlapped each other, as if they had just experienced a fierce sexual encounter.