Disinfection, infusion, and then fluoroscopy.

Sayero didn't bother the medical staff, he did everything himself, and Helo was stripped naked and naked in the other party's sight. When the fluoroscopy was applied to his abdomen, Helo shuddered and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Sayero's face. He felt the inorganic cold surface of the see-through instrument slide down his abdomen, all the way to the unspeakable parts, and his whole body trembled in humiliation.

"Don't look at it... Please—" Heloh pursed his pale lips, "I've become a monster. ”

He spoke so softly, like cracked glass.

Sayero's hand holding the see-through device was sweaty, and he couldn't hold it a little after a few pinchs, he set it aside and carefully untied the restraints on Helo's limbs.

As soon as he escaped, Helo climbed up from the medical pod and curled up naked. Sayero took him into his arms. His palms were soaked with sweat, and he was trembling slightly, and he kept caressing Helo's back, as if to soothe a frightened little beast, and gently coaxed: "Shhhh Shhhhh......h How could my little bunny turn into a monster? ”

"It's a monster...... Monsters that are neither male nor female. Helo clenched his fingers and punched himself in the stomach, and Sayero was startled and immediately grabbed his hand into his palm.

"What a stupid thing to do!" He held Helo's chin and held him up a few times without looking up, as if he had made a mistake, for fear that he would hate him and keep his head low.

Sayero's heart was almost suffocated, and a fierce killing intent filled his chest, causing every cell of him to become irritable, almost immediately wanting to turn back and drag Isaiah out to skin and bone, and torture him to death in a way he knew. He held it in the palm of his hand, and he held the boy who was afraid of transformation in his mouth, and was disemboweled, and the physiological structure was forcibly modified, which was tantamount to a kind of torture.

In addition to the physical, there are also psychological.

What should he do, what should he do to heal the wound?

"Look at me...... Helo. He lowered his head and kissed Helo's wet eyelashes tremblingly.

"There's a way... Restore fù to its original state? Helo finally lifted his eyelids and gritted his teeth, his lips chattering.

Shayero tried to comfort him, but eventually shook his head hesitantly, rubbing his fingers against his cheek: "I don't know, Helo. Even if there were, I would never allow you to have another surgery like this, absolutely not. He emphasized, the veins on the back of his hand twisted slightly.

Helo's heart hit rock bottom.

Isaiah's surgery on Heloh was nano-fine, the two sets of organs were seamlessly connected, and his medical knowledge from his spy training allowed him to judge the difficulty of the operation. If he were to do it all over again, the risk to Helo would be unpredictable.

Unless, let the doctor Isaiah find do it himself.

But he couldn't think of any conditions that would make Isaiah willing to do so, and he couldn't possibly put Heloh in the pervert's hands again.

"From a medical point of view, this surgical technique is very mature and ...... Succeed. Sayaro paused, and his voice burst out between his teeth, "This is the only thing I'm glad about." ”

"Do I have ...... Isaiah—" Heloh asked, leaning against his chest, trembling. He was uneasy and hesitant, and hesitated for a long time, "I won't be because of that guy... Pregnant, isn't it? ”

"No, don't worry." Sayero tightened his arms, a strong fear lingering. What if he came a little later? He didn't dare to imagine that his soul was torn apart and cut apart. He kissed the wet cheek of the man in his arms, and said without hesitation, "Even if there is, it will only be mine." ”

The moment he blurted out, Sayaro himself was stunned.

Helo immediately jumped up from his arms like a rabbit and hurriedly put clothes on his body, and Sayaro hugged him tightly from behind, his head pressed on his trembling shoulders, and his voice was hoarse: "It's me who is wrong... I shouldn't have said anything like that, I'm damned. ”

"I'm a man...... I also want to fight alongside you and become a warrior. There was silence for a moment before he heard Helo speak, his tone fierce but extremely suppressed.

"I know." Sayaro took a deep breath in annoyance, "I'll let you stand by my side." ”

His heart was pounding, and he was shocked that he would say such a bad bastard, and even more surprised that he found that his heart was secretly and sinfully longing for it.

Start with Helo's physical condition just now.

A desire-longing cried out in the bottom of his heart.

Just a little imagination of having offspring with his little Eve, and the beauty of having a complete family, he couldn't help but be excited, but the anger and distress were too strong for him to think about it.

Turning Helo's face over with a light movement, Sayero stared at him, those blue eyes were carved with broken scars, so clear, that he deeply felt that those wounds were deep to the soul. The old, and the new, mottled and intertwined, were carved by his own hands.

He knew he would spend his life filling them up.

"I will give you my back, and I want you to give me all your trust, don't be afraid that I will abandon you, just 100% believe that I love you, that's enough."

"Not enough. I will be with you every moment from now on, day and night. I'm going to get up with you, sleep together, take a shower together, even... Also stand side by side when going to the toilet. ”

Heloh lowered his voice and restrained his breathing a little heavily.

Finally, he dared to confide in Sayaro with impunity, revealing his almost pathological thirst, like a vampire trying to suck the abundant blood from his body.

He is a rootless being, and his roots grow on Sayara's ribs.

Sajaro couldn't help but lean down and kiss him deeply.

The kiss was unusually gentle and restrained, and Sayero seemed to be afraid of breaking him, but Helo felt that he had obviously reacted, even if he deliberately hunched his back, the stiff top still rubbed against his lower abdomen as if it were nothing, and it was a little spark through www.biquge.info his clothes.

He curled up his legs in a little fear, and there was some discomfort in his abdomen - although the discomfort was an illusion, it was only a psychological effect of him. Sayaro's hand propped up on the side of his head, and he leaned over to kiss his neck, collarbone, and shoulder, and one hand instinctively reached into the hem of his blouse, down his graceful waistline, gently caressing his tight round buttocks.

After a few kisses, Sayaro was completely hard and pressed against the base of his leg.

Like a little girl who had been sexually assaulted, Helo shivered violently and covered her abdomen.

"Don't... Sayara! ”

Shayero woke up like a dream and stopped attacking, and when he stood up, sweat trickled down Helo's face, and his breath was very short. He frowned, his throat rolled, he withdrew his hand with difficulty, and gently lifted him up and hugged him into his arms from behind: "I'm sorry, I ......"

Helo hurriedly covered his mouth: "I know, it's me who should say I'm sorry." ”

It's all men, how could he not understand Sayero's feelings?

It's just that he really can't accept such a body, and he can't imagine that Sayero would enter him at this time, and he must be shaking and screaming because he is afraid of shaking his belly like a pregnant woman.

"Don't worry, I won't force you in this kind of thing. Unless you want to, I'll strictly control myself until then, okay? Shaya asked, holding his forehead and pressing it against the back of his neck. In the confined space, his breath sprayed on his neck, and Helo shuddered, leaning cautiously against his chest, closing his eyes and hearing his somewhat rapid heartbeat reaching his eardrums.

Something chrome was at the spine, blazing, Helo twisted his body, Sayero grabbed his waist, just stroked his hair, pecked his forehead, and took a deep breath: "Don't move, let me hold you for a while, let me be sure that I really found you and not dream." ”

Helo groped in the darkness, touching his hand.

The back of Sayero's hand was exposed, and his body temperature was high, but his sweat was cold.

Fingertips swept over the bulging veins, and I could really feel the fear.

Helo's heart softened and turned into water. He took the hands in his hands, and the ten fingers slowly dug into his fingers, tightening comfortingly.

"Those are your men, aren't they? They look so cool. Am I... Can you be a part of your mission? He asked tentatively, with a little trepidation.

Sayero nodded, kind of acquiescence.

Helo grabbed his hand and kissed him, happy as a child. As if that weren't enough, he turned his head and kissed Sayaro's cheek, his eyelashes swept across the bridge of his tall nose like butterflies, and then he pouted coquettishly and pecked near his chin, and Sayaro grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't test my endurance... Helo, otherwise I can't help it. You know it's dangerous to avoid pregnancy, don't you? ”

There was an immediate silence in the darkness.

Feeling the shoulders of the man in his arms shrink and his hips deliberately avoiding him, Sayero couldn't help but have a strange interest while blaming himself—he seemed to have found a way to cure this kid. He hugged him tighter: "Sleep for a while, don't think nonsense." ”

It was a little difficult to accommodate two slender men in the cramped medical cabin, and Helo had to lie on top of him, as he had done as a child.

He has grown up, his body is heavier and heavier than before, but Sayaro has not changed, his chest is still so wide and warm, exuding an obsessive aura that is the whole world that has nurtured him.

He was his brother, his father, and his lover.

They were so close together that they burned their hearts together at an unprecedented distance.

Helo closed his eyes contentedly, he had never slept so soundly.

TBC

The above paragraph harmonizes in part, please see that the author has something to say