He closed his eyes uneasily in the pouring darkness, not noticing that the man's fingers were open, as if he were catching something in an empty liquid, in an illusory dream.

A red beam of light filtered through his body overhead, and Hero opened his eyes to see the perspective of his body in front of him, all the indicators were as usual, and there were no signs of any germ invasion. The only thing that is not normal is the state of something between the legs.

Damn it.

If he had changed his usual life, he would not hesitate to relieve himself, but at this time, as soon as he remembered that he was aroused by something at this time, he felt uncomfortable all over his back.

The head is a little dizzy.

Helo took a deep breath, pressed a button, stripped off his clothes, and turned on the disinfectant spray to wash his body. The cool white mist enveloped him like a light veil, but it did not dispel the restlessness beneath him.

Growing shame and dizziness took over his brain, and he instinctively turned sideways in this closed and safe space, hiding in his lair like a frightened little beast, curling up his wet body, and in a trance, it seemed like he was back in the closet he had always liked to nest in.

The feeling was familiar.

Even this feeling and this behavior of him.

He closed his eyes again, but suddenly a light appeared in front of him, and the door of the small space he was hiding was suddenly opened.

………

"Hey, little one, what are you doing here alone?"

The memory of Sayaro opened the cabinet door with one hand and looked down at him, his breathing a little disordered.

The dim light fell obliquely on the man's handsome cheeks from one side, and the damp water www.biquge.info the Ink Pavilion. He had just come out of the bathroom, with a towel still hanging around his neck and a bathrobe half-open, revealing a strong chest that was hot and warm, revealing a rain-washed marble sculpture.

He hugged his knees in a panic and buried himself in a pile of clothes, but the other party reached out and touched his forehead.

The man's slender fingers were still stained with water vapor, which made him feel excited.

"If your face is so red, you won't have a fever, right?" He lowered his voice gently, leaned over to grab one of his ankles, and pulled him out of the cupboard.

"Nope! No! Brother! ”

He curled his toes nervously, trying to cover his lower body, which was only in his underwear, but unfortunately, the parts that embarrassed and frightened him were already exposed under the man's eyelids.

It was the first time he had seen Sayaro in the bathroom.

He had a warm heartbeat like a young girl, and he had a physiological reaction that he had never had before, but he didn't dare to learn to treat his fragile body like the other party, and only hid himself like a panicked rabbit.

Under the man's knowing gaze, he felt embarrassed, and almost cried in shame.

"Don't look at me, go away!"

He covered his burning face, angry cries spilling out of his fingers, and in defiance kicked away the man's hand that was holding his calf, and desperately burrowed into the cupboard.

The man pressed the cabinet door first, one hand pressed against the side of his head, his lips next to his ear, and his voice was a little hoarse. His chest was pressed against his back, and his heart was burning with a damp heat from the slightly high body temperature after bathing.

He froze his breath and bit his lip in shame.

"Little bunny, want to escape back into your little hole? Don't be afraid...... Men will always go through this once, I will teach you what to do, and you will be next time. Well? ”

He couldn't refuse, and a warm and powerful hand wrapped his young X through his underwear and hugged him to his knees.

The hairs all over his body exploded one by one.

The man's bones were clear and his tendons were beautiful, and he couldn't help but think of the way he held a gun, always so calm and powerful, and the bullets fired would not deviate in the slightest. And he now holds his ......

At that time, he didn't have time to feel any pleasure, and in the blink of an eye, he spasmed and released it in the man's palm.

"What are you crying about, silly boy, you develop later than the average boy, but you will soon enter puberty, you should know how to solve this kind of thing."

"You've seen me do that, haven't you?" Sayaro wiped away the tears that overflowed from his closed eyelids, cleaned his messy legs with the tissue, and lightly brought out this "voyeur incident" that made him ashamed, as if he was shabu him on the grounds of sex education.

He turned around in anger and bit Sayaro's hand hard. The shame made him forget for a moment, and he just waved his fist, which was no different from a sponge ball, and smashed it into Sayero's chest, throwing him to the ground, biting the man's Adam's apple that rolled with laughter like a little wave dog, grinding his canine teeth a few times.

He swore he had no intention of doing so.

He didn't know that doing so would anger Sayero. He remembered that before he was more presumptuous, the man pressed his hands tightly to his waist with one hand, and his long, narrow eyes stared at him for a long time, and the dark eyes were surging with magma-like fire. Then he threw him on the bed, shook his hand and went out the door, never returning all night.

Since that day, their relationship has never been as close as it used to be. Shayero often kept a distance from him at first, and eventually left without mercy.

He still remembers the feeling of that day, as if he had been possessed by Sayero, and it was branded in some way.

Perhaps Sayaro had the same thought at some point.

This was something he couldn't have imagined at the time. At that moment, the shame of that moment was like a spell engraved on his heart, and he would recall it over and over again every time he was impulsive, every time he blasphemed himself.

-- The feeling of being touched and controlled by Sayara. It's both painful and sweet.

But if the price is estrangement, he would rather be brothers and sisters between them, like the most ordinary relatives. Don't think about anything else......

Helo clenched his things tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth and reached the peak in one breath, ravaged by the thin calluses on his palms. In the confined space, he heard his own rapid gasps stirring between the glass, but thankfully no one else could hear them at this moment.

He is not gentle with himself, not at all.

Sometimes it was almost masochistic and brutal, as if this was the only way to force him to forget the touch of the hand that lingered on his body. It's too strong. Able to easily break the hard shell he had built up over the past six years, and turn him back into the child who was extremely dependent on his brother.

Even if it's even **, you have to imagine that it is with the other party's hand that you can vent it smoothly.

In addition to this, he is extremely strict with self-discipline, like a monk with little desire and no desire.

Does he crave a relationship with Sayero? Crossing the line called "brother"?

He couldn't help but think in a groggy state.

The answer is yes, but he also has an inexplicable sense of guilt for this kind of hidden lust, and there is no evidence for where this "sin" came from.

It was just an indescribable, instinctive self-restraint that became more and more weighty as time went on, and he became more and more afraid to think about it. This thought, which sprouted in his adolescence, also took root in the soil of the years, growing into an intertwined love, and after Sayero's departure, it turned into a thorny longing, piercing his weak heart again and again with blood.

Finally it gets hard.

He covered his heart in the darkness, and heard the once-ruptured thing throb violently, thump, thump, as if it were about to burst through his chest.

"And he's treating you like a replacement."

Boom, a beat slower.

Is that...... What do you mean?

Ando must have known something, something about the past that Sayaro never talked to him about. Whose savior did he replace? Perhaps the answer to this question can answer a question that has haunted him for more than ten years.

Why did Shayero adopt him and why was he so good to him?

Having been bullied in an orphanage, he did not dare to trust people's hearts and the emotions that were built on them. Before Sayaro's appearance, he was both resistant and disgusted with adoption, believing that no one would show genuine affection for a child who was not related by blood. It was Sayara's love that knocked his heart like an island of ice.

And perhaps...... This love was not originally given to him, so it makes sense.

Helo's head was swollen, and the depression that had been crushed in the gutter was faintly stirring up.

Forcing himself not to dig deeper, he pressed the button to open the hatch, sat up sharply and took a deep breath, startling the man who had just walked in front of him unexpectedly.

Ando, who had a blue nose and swollen face, stared at the young man in front of him, his eyes wandered over the red marks left by friction on his chest and abdomen, and his mouth trembled: "You...... What's going on with you? ”

"Attacked. But nothing, I did a fluoroscopy to make sure I wasn't parasitic. That four-dimensional creature was frozen by me and put in an insulated box, so you'd better go and see it. Because you were so messy that you almost killed both of us! Helo jumped out of the medical pod, took out a brand new isolation gown and quickly put it on, and when he zipped it up, he turned his head, only to find that the other party was staring at him like a ghost.

"You... You've got one on your waist... The human tooth mark ......," Ando stretched out and pointed to the position of his waist socket.

Helo reached out and touched it, and suddenly felt a tingling pain, and gasped with a "hiss".

He remembered that the "person" just now had a bite on him.