A Tale of Strategies For the Throne

Looking at the back of his hand that was beaten red, a dangerous light flashed across his golden-red eyes.

However, between closing and opening, the terrifying glimmer of light was hidden under the dark hair scattered in front of his eyes.

Heimos didn't move, just raised his eyes and looked at Garlan.

He said, "Your hands."

He stretched out his hand again, but this time it stayed in front of Garlan.

"Let me see the injury on your hand."

Because he suddenly realized that Heimos was very close to him, Garlan panicked and reflexively raised his hand to open Heimos's hand.

When he reacted, he realized that he seemed to have overreacted. Just when he was about to say something to explain and ease the current tense atmosphere, Heimos spoke first.

After hearing those words, Garlan raised his hand and took a look, only to find that a small cut had been scratched on his finger at some point. Because the wound was so small, he didn't even notice it, but Heimos noticed it.

...It turns out that Heimos reached out to him just now to see the injury on his hand.

Sure enough, he overreacted and was too wary of Heimos.

The strange tension and vigilance in Gallan's heart disappeared. Looking at the scar-covered palm stretched out in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He opened Heymos's hand, although he knew that he was just a subconscious reaction because he was startled.

But in the eyes of others, that kind of behavior seems to be extremely contradictory to the other party.

It's indeed a bit hurtful.

Gallan quickly raised his hand in guilt and put it into Heimos' palm.

He explained: "I didn't open your hand on purpose just now, it was just because I was thinking about something, and someone suddenly appeared in front of me. I was startled, and reflexively..."

Heimos lowered his eyes, his dark hair scattered in front of his eyes, and the shadow cast by the hair on his eye sockets made it difficult to see the expression in his eyes at this moment.

The look on his face was calm, and when Garlan explained to him, he hummed calmly, indicating that he understood.

The look on his face didn't seem to care about what happened just now, which made Garlan breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Heimos kept looking at his hand, Garlan said: "It's just a small scratch. It's nothing. I'll apply some ointment later... ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, Heimos suddenly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and put his fingers into his lips.

Garlan could clearly feel the touch of the soft and warm tongue licking his fingers.

A strange numb feeling was instantly transmitted from his fingertips to the back of his neck, like an electric shock, making the back of his neck numb.

That strange feeling made Garlan panic.

He jerked his hand away from Heymos and withdrew it.

"No."

The nerves that had just relaxed suddenly became tense again. Garlan clenched his hand and shook his head at Heimos.

"I brought some ointment, just apply it yourself..."

"It's been done before."

Heimos looked up at him, his eyes calm.

But that calm is like the calm before the storm, the rough waves hidden under the calm surface of the sea.

"Why not now?"

"because……"

Garlan didn't know how to answer.

Indeed, just as he could be alone with Heimos at will in the past, Heimos would occasionally help him suck it when he had a slight injury... Then he would not have such a big reaction. .

But he didn't know why.

Therefore, he could only hesitate and didn't know what excuse to make.

To be honest, the reason why he really couldn't face Heimos during this period was not only because of the words Heimos said that day that were too explicit for him, but also because of a passage in his dream that was triggered by those words. memory.

In that lustful dream...

The thin gold chain fastened to his wrist, the end of which was sunk deep into the stone wall...

Two bodies were forced to overlap on the wrinkled snow-white bed quilt...

It was obviously just a dream, but it was extremely vivid.

The feeling of Heymos' lips and tongue licking his fingers just now awakened his memory.

In that dream, the same man's lips and tongue were licking down his back bit by bit, so stubborn that he was forced to sob in the dream...

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In the past two days, when he saw Heimos, the memory of this dream flashed through his mind from time to time, making him completely unable to look directly at Heimos.

He had always thought that only the blackened Heimos could become like that.

After all, although Huymos kept confiding his love to him, his behavior towards him was extremely controlling.

Although he kissed him often, he never did anything after the kiss.

Therefore, Garlan subconsciously believed that Heimos, who had not turned black, should have a pure platonic love for him, which was different from the dream.

——It wasn’t until Heimos’ words that nakedly revealed his desires that Gallan realized that the man who loved him, no matter whether he was darkened or not, had always been acting like in his dream. Looking at him with lustful eyes.

This realization made Garlan feel embarrassed and panicked.

…

His mind was a little confused for a moment. Garlan pursed his lips, tried hard to control his disordered breathing, and tried his best to get rid of the charming fragments that suddenly appeared in his mind.

But the way Garlan tried to calm down looked like indifference and avoidance in the eyes of the other party.

The golden-red eyes became colder.

"Because now it makes you feel sick?"

"ah?"

Gallan, who was still trying to calm down, suddenly heard this sentence and felt baffled, so he looked up.

As soon as he raised his head, the hand he retracted was once again grabbed by Heymos.

A force he couldn't resist pulled him forward.

His whole body was suddenly pulled into Heimos arms.

Those strong arms hugged him tightly, and because they were too strong, his side cheeks were pressed against the other person's chest.

Only through a thin layer of clothing, he could almost clearly feel the warm skin and tight muscle texture under the thin shirt.

The scene in the dream of two bodies overlapping and touching skin suddenly jumped out of his memory, making the tips of the young man's ears feel hot and hot, and his heart was beating randomly without obeying instructions.

He was a little panicked.

He became even more nervous when he caught a glimpse of the shadows of the soldiers guarding the camp outside the tent reflected on the curtain.

"Heimus, let me go."

Garlan did not dare to struggle, for fear that the movement would be too loud and people outside would notice it, so he could only speak to Heimos in a low voice as much as possible.

"Let go? Why?"

The man's low and calm voice came from his ears.

Heimos seemed to laugh lowly.

He said: "Let you go so that you can continue to avoid me and ignore me?"

Garlan was startled.

Huymos had already continued.

"You don't even want to see me again, do you?"

The arms holding Garlan loosened slightly, and his chin was pinched and raised.

When he met Heymos's eyes, the boy's pupils contracted hard.

Her golden-red eyes stared at him, without any of the usual softness in them.

That handsome face seemed to be smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Heimos' eyes were deep, as if a thick mist was swirling in his eyes, condensing and settling.

He looked at him with a dangerous look in his eyes, like a hungry wolf that chose people to eat.

The icy glimmer in his eyes made people's hearts palpitate to the extreme for no reason.

Garlan had not seen Heimos like this for a long time.

This terrifying beast would always carefully retract its fangs and claws in front of him, appearing obedient and docile.

He had almost forgotten how dangerous this man who indulged himself infinitely was.

Heimos glanced faintly at the dark shadow reflected on the tent curtain.

"Are you worried about alerting them?"

He lowered his head and kissed Garlan gently on the lips.

He looked at Garlan looking steadily into his eyes and smiled.

"That's not bad. At least you are willing to look at me."

He said with a smile, but the smile still didn't reach his eyes.

"He..."

"Shh, don't talk, you'll alert people outside."

"…………"

Heimos lowered his head and slowly licked the light pink lips with his tongue.

Then, go down a little along the corners of the lips and chin.

After gently biting the smooth and white chin a few times, his lips moved down again and captured the young man's Adam's apple in one bite.

The tip of his tongue licked tenaciously, and he felt with satisfaction that the tiny Adam's apple was trembling slightly under his licking.

He could hear the boy's faint gasps that he tried to suppress but still leaked out.

"Don't you dare make a sound."

He gently kissed the trembling Adam's apple again, and Heimos said with a low smile.

"Yeah, if we make a sound and someone comes in and sees this, it will be troublesome, right?"

The man's lips slowly slid down the boy's neck and landed on the slender collarbone.

After a pause, he continued.

His left hand had already clamped Garlan's hands behind his back, and Heymos's right hand pulled open the dark corset around Garlan's waist.

The clothes were spread out, and the rough palms were buried in the scattered clothes, caressing the smooth and tender skin of the young man's lower back.

He could feel the stiffness of Garlan's body, but he did not feel the other party's struggle.

Heimos smiled.

But there was a bottomless abyss behind his eyes.

"You don't dare to move, but this is a good opportunity for me."

He raised his head and looked at Garlan, who was pressed beneath him.

The slightly narrowed eyes seemed to have a dangerous fire burning, and the golden-red eyes were dyed with a bright color.

He said: "You said, would it be easy for me to take this opportunity to directly violate you?"

He said, his voice was very low, and his eyes seemed very gentle.

But there was something chilling and dangerous about those words.

The way he looked at the young man beneath him was like the gaze from the vertical pupils of a poisonous snake looking at its prey.

Eagerly and greedily, he wanted to swallow the prey he longed for, including the bones and flesh, into his belly.

"You really want to do this?"

Suddenly, Garlan spoke.

Although he was clearly in the unfavorable position of being controlled by the other party, he still spoke in the same calm tone as when he talked to Heimos on weekdays.

Those golden eyes stared at each other steadily.

In the dimly lit camp, the young man's golden eyes were still bright, even though his whole body was shrouded by the shadow of Heimos pressing above him.

He looked straight at Heimos and asked again.

"Heimos, do you really want to do this?"

Looking into Garlan's eyes, Heimos had a confused look on his face.

He looked at Garlan with a dazed expression.

The smile on his face disappeared little by little, and the dangerous aura in his eyes also dissipated.

He lowered his eyes, loosened the hand that clasped Garlan's wrists, and retracted the other hand.

Garlan rubbed his wrist, which was aching from being restrained.

"Heimos, I was wrong to avoid you."

Unexpectedly, he felt embarrassed and could not look at Heimos for a while, which caused Heimos to go crazy this time. Garlan sighed.

Well, it was indeed my fault that I deliberately avoided him even though I knew how much Heimos valued me.

but--

"But it's not all my fault, right?"

"I wouldn't have overreacted like this if you hadn't said those things first."

"Even if you want to say...well, in that case, at least be tactful and not so...so explicit, okay?"

When he thought of Heimos's words, which caused him to think of the memory fragments in the dream, Garlan felt that he was in a panic.

At least consider what he can bear as a person who has never been in love in his five lifetimes and has no experience.

He couldn't help but sigh again.

"Make you sick, don't you?"

"ah?"

Just after sighing, Heimos said this, and Garlan was a little confused for a moment.

nausea?

What's disgusting?

Heimos looked at Garlan with a deep look, and his cheeks seemed to be shrouded in shadow.

"My words...my desire to touch you, my desire for you...all disgust you."

He said,

"So you have to avoid me and don't even want to look at me anymore... right?"

"I didn't think so."

He didn't expect Heimos to have such thoughts at all. After being surprised, Garlan quickly shook his head.

"I don't feel disgusted or disgusted by your...well, those thoughts about me, nor do I reject you because of it."

He paused and whispered,

"I just didn't expect it, so I was surprised."

"…………"

Looking at Heimos who was silent and clearly didn't believe his words, Garlan took a deep breath.

He said: "In addition to being surprised, there is also the sudden realization that 'you are in danger'."

Heimos frowned.

"Am I dangerous?"

"Yes, I realize that it is dangerous to be alone with a man who loves you. Maybe something will happen -"

The boy obviously tried his best to say such shameful words, and his fair face turned red.

"From that day on, I can't help but look at you with the perspective of 'what can you do with me?' When I see you, I can't help but think of the things you said you did to me in your dreams."

Especially the dream he had in the past was too vivid and too real.

How could he say something so unspeakable?

"Seeing you reminds me of that kind of thing. Do you think it's okay if I don't avoid you?"

Heimos looked at Garlan steadily, with complicated eyes.

"Is this the real reason you avoid me?"

"yes."

"...Isn't it because my desire makes you feel sick?"

"I never thought about it that way."

Garlan said calmly, "If I hate your feelings for me, then when you tell me, I will tell you directly, and I will stay away from you from that time."

"…………"

Heimos was silent for a while, then he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Garlan's cheek.

But for some reason, just before touching the other person's cheek, his hand stopped in the air.

He looked at Garlan with a deep gaze, and no one could see the emotions in his deep eyes.

His hand just hovered midway, unmoving.

Garlan raised his head, and his bright golden eyes and the deep golden-red pupils looked at each other for a moment.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand.

He held Heimos' head in his hands.

Before the other party could react, he hugged him down.

The young man knelt on the bed, raised his head, closed his eyes and leaned forward suddenly, pressing his lips hard against Heymos's.

That was the first time he took the initiative to kiss someone.

That clumsy and unskilled movement was more like a collision than a kiss.

But even if it was a collision, it was still a kiss.

Garlan opened his eyes after kissing Heimos forcefully.

He said: "It is absolutely impossible for me to take the initiative to do such a thing to someone I hate, so you..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The boy was stunned.

Heimos knelt on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and covered the lower half of his face with the other.

But neither the scattered forehead hair nor the palm covering his lips could block the redness on his face.

The blush spread from his cheeks to the base of his ears in an instant.

The neck under the ears turned red.

The author has something to say: He Lang, who instantly transformed into an innocent man: "You have to be responsible for me."

Garlan: "???"

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It’s the end of the month~~The nutrient solution will expire if you don’t throw it away~~wink~~~

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Gallan's exclusive skill: professionally interrupts the blackening progress bar for ten thousand years.