"Sayara, you goddamn bastard!"

He gasped, gritted his teeth, pulled the flashlight from the other party's hand, and glanced at the volt index displayed on it in a panic, and his nerves relaxed slightly.

Sayero has always been precise, accurate enough to be as if he had measured it with an instrument, even the amount of money he won in gambling. Sometimes he really suspected that the other party was an android - and this moment was no exception, just the limit that could put an adult unconscious without showing danger, and a few more presses would be enough to kill a small beast.

Touching the black scar on the man's arm, his eyes were hot, he leaned close to the other party's ear, and grinded his teeth viciously: "I hate you...... You hear me clearly, Sayakero. Tomorrow I will go back to Earth and leave you here to fend for yourself. ”

Spit out this self-deceptive sentence as if exhausting his strength, Helo fell to the ground, covering his eyes with one hand to block the cowardice that almost came out of his eyes, and he didn't even bother to wipe the sticky blood on his neck, his eyes fluttering through the small cabin window above his head and rising into the air, his brain was a little dizzy.

The scenery on this strange planet is so beautiful.

There are no thick clouds like on Earth, and only a thin layer of blue light mist floats on the sky, and large and small stars are scattered among them, like a light silk dotted with jewels.

It's like the virtual starry sky he saw with Sayaro in the amusement park on his birthday that year.

"This is Pluto, this is Neptune...... Sue me sù what is this blue planet, Helo? ”

The glass window suddenly turned into a screen, and the man's long, well-jointed hand passed it one by one, and the low, magnetic voice was still in his ears, and the little rising smoke lingered in front of his eyes with his breathing.

"Don't fall asleep...... That one is called Helot. The man's tobacco-scented fingers scraped his nose, "because it's as pretty as your eyes." ”

The strength of the inexorable and gentle force, the solid chest filled with the smell of hormones, the man's qiē ran through all the good moments he could recall, they were like the air that kept him alive, and they were like a chronic poison deep into his internal organs.

Let him be tormented all the time, and drink to quench his thirst......

Helo bowed down, buried himself in the man's chest, took a deep breath, and sighed.

Sayara, what's going on, what can I do so that I don't need you?

So - there seems to be no cure. Unless you die.

He wiped his neck, smiled wryly, climbed up against the wall, put Sayero's arms on his shoulders with difficulty, and drove him step by step to the medical area.

Out of a strange and stubborn possessiveness, he didn't want to call in anyone else to help. Maybe it's reluctant to fake such a rare opportunity to be "relied on by Sayero".

I don't know if it's because of the injury, just a few dozen meters away, it feels a little long to walk, and it seems that I have returned to the alley where the steel bars are scattered again in a certain winter, and they have been walking for a long, long time like this.

The road seemed endless in his memory, and he couldn't even remember where it led, only that the warmth of Sayero's body dispelled all the cold, and the hands that protected him in his arms were so powerful.

Clearly...... Blood flowed from his arms to his feet, stepping into one deep and shallow footprint after another.

Then it was deposited into his mind, carved into cracks that could not be erased.

Like a rock climber, he dug his fingers into the cracks and climbed up over the years, hoping that one day he would be as tall as the other man, and he would be able to give him strong shoulders as he protected himself.

But...... It was easily defeated by a little uncontrollable change.

"I'll make you see the joke, Sayara." When he put the man back into the medical cabin, he couldn't help but muttered to himself, and looked at his face seriously through the glass, "Not anymore." ”

Whatever happens to you, it's time for me to protect you.

Or rather, take control of you.

Hearing the breathing beside him become smoother, Helo's chaotic brain gradually cleared up, and he looked in the mirror to clean the wound on his neck. It can be seen that Sayero's bite is not heavy, the break is very small, but it is extremely red and swollen, and at first glance it looks very ambiguous, as if it has gone through a fierce affair.

He unconsciously remembered a few frames flashing in the camera, but his mind ignored the strange shot, and quickly slipped to the content in front of him.

It was so rushed that he didn't even appreciate the special meaning of the angle - it was secretly filmed while he was in the shower, and the whole thing was captured in great detail.

Even the moment of his self-desecration was not spared.

If it hadn't been taken by Sayero, he would have thought it was from some pervert. But he accompanied him to buy the camera, and he was only a teenager in the picture.

Deadly memories came running to show off his existence, and he remembered that he had seriously asked Sayaro about the contents of the camera, and Sayaro had always locked it in a lockbox that he couldn't unlock no matter what algorithm he used.

Whenever he asked, Sayaro narrowed his eyes and put on a serious face.

Adults will always have some secrets that are not suitable for children, little one, you will know when you grow up.

He replied in such a condescending manner, in the characteristic tone of elders to children, as if there was some kind of life code or something in it.

As a result, it's really something that is not suitable for children.

Helo's mind couldn't help but have an image of Sayero sitting alone in his room late at night, turning on the camera, looking at the images he had taken with his own hands, and then closing his eyes......

He quickly bandaged his neck, lifted his collar up, and forcibly put aside the speculation that Sayaro might have liked him and had sex with him, but his skull was as uncontrollable as if it had exploded.

If that's the case, then every time Sayaro does that......

For example, help him with medicine after spanking.

What the hell did he think?

Hero turned on the faucet and cleared his messy thoughts, and walked out of the quarantine area without squinting, tripped over a cable that suddenly popped out of Sayero's medical pod.

When did this thing end up here?

He rubbed his forehead, which had hit the bilge, and looked up, and the moment his eyes inadvertently swept over the cabin, he saw that Sayero's body seemed to move. Remembering what he had missed, he decisively pressed the button that activated the restraint belt, not forgetting to use the maximum limit mode.

The black soft metal belts crossed to strangle the man's sculptural body, revealing his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted body, and the powerful muscle curves were just rightly outlined, and the whole person was as restrained as an armed saber, and faintly revealed a suffocating sense of abstinence. The more abstinent the more sexy, and the sexier the more taboo......

When the restraint belt wrapped around the man's strong thighs, his abs tightened all at once. This immediately set off another chain reaction -

Helo tore away his gaze that stayed in the other man's crotch and turned his face, his heart beating as if he had experienced a tragic car accident.

He turned his back to tell himself that it was time to leave, but his feet were nailed to the ground, and the sound of the other's breathing sounded like a siren's chant, burrowing into his eardrums in waves. To make matters worse, he heard the faint tightening of the restraint belt, and Sayero let out a low, muffled grunt.

His entire back was numb.