'You called, my lord?'
Black steam unfurls transparently through the eternal abyss as Hellion sits and reins in his master's consciousness with the lurking souls of dead soldiers repressing behind his shadows. Their clamorous was deafening and seemed to be in a state close to a dilemma from the current matter.
After earnestly regarding the current subject issue, Hellion's entire soulless figure freezes, momentarily caught off guard.
For the first time, words had not left his lips but a heaving breath.
The scorching voices of his tailed darkness mourned more, its shrieking voices lamenting in panic after their general's long pause, falling to assist the chosen one.
'I apologize for my incompetency, child, but I beg your pardon?'
Gay.
What is that he may ask?
The word doesn't toll and ring to any combat skill or weapon he recalled to be anointed by that name and title.
How odd.
Truly peculiar indeed.
Hellion pondered more, aware that the time was running and he opt not to waste it further.
But nothing.
He got nothing to spew out.
Perhaps than pointing to 'what', it can be 'who'.
But who is this 'gay' that's insane enough to risk its life knocking by the death's door itself?
Such foolish self-destruction.
A widely recognizable dissatisfaction was discernible in the black imp's facade, 'I see humanity has never changed.' He assumed so, disgruntled.
Feeling the entire realm of consciousness was already shaking to a tremendous extent,
'Your excellency.'
Eros emerges and steps into the meeting to take aid and now took half of their master's consciousness, which led the silenced dark imp to forcefully fall back, but stayed impassive on the sides with his dim resentful eyes staring coldheartedly and overlooking the lustrous red haze spreading from the other side.
It was a color truthfully captivating on the battlefield as nothing feeds the thirst of his children than recruiting lost souls and ripping numbers for human blood.
For his deep apathy to go to waste upon seeing such useless power in his presence from now on, his hatred grew, his pupils enraged at the red doe eyes from his sight.
How disgusting.
Both veils of red and black mist remained lenient and indulgent not to cross each other's borders but were never in sync.
Though Eros was preoccupied with Hellion's heaping stares from the distance, he beams secretly to himself, pleased. But the fleeting moment vanished without a trace when he was ten times nervous as his acquaintance's thousands of battalions fretting behind him.
I need to help his highness first.
'According to my resources of knowledge apart from my retirement from the recent holder, Gay was refined by optimism and delight . . . ' Eros pauses as it was all he knew that could get them out from this shithole problem.
He blinks, now troubled.
His weak power has been wandering and watching how humankind nourished and rot around the world, and he recalled exactly how it feels to do nothing but peer and wait.
Now that he's here. Why was he only becoming more and more useless?
The anxiety and inferiority he felt decades ago came home and continue to plague his core stone to waver.
No, he can do better, too, 'That's all I can figure out, my liege."
But that moment he's been waiting for . . . was not now.
Feeling defeated and ashamed, for once, Hellion and Ero's heads were in sync and were ready to kneel in apology, but a green halo appeared to stop them.
A heavy light of two flowing emerald eyes emerges out from the dark opening portal, completely surprising both Hellion and Eros.
'That means breaking through moral rules of genders, God abides in the human race in risk for a sinful love, my king.'
What love can be sweeter than tied with rebellion?
The green imp bows to his waist and knelt on one knee, portraying his greetings and swearing his loyalty the next second.
'And yours my King have blossomed through spring that can withstand the harshest winter.'
'Arvil'
Eros murmurs to the rising grave ambiance between two crazy and blood-thirsty dark divinities in one place. He slowly steps back with his ruby red eyes shaking in fright at the strong green void filling up its fair share with them.
No . . .
Still weak from his therapy at the cause of using his power too often than the first wielder, from his nonfigurative glow, pops into his lowly human form. His weakened knees on the floor were unmovable and vulnerable.
His deep pair of red ruby eyes grew wide in stupefaction.
Seeing his trembling nemesis from the other side, Hellion clench his fist. 'The fourth primal throne has gone to the origin of the fallen angel.' Arvil.
Seeing both unexisting and existing demonic entities paying respect to the chosen one behind their commander's back and the symbolic snake shifter tattoo on its glowing body.
There's no doubting it.
The heir has reached the third stage of riot.
But it shouldn't be this early.
After his ritual prayers as the connection with the devil's descendent cuts off, Arvil's brows lift in delight. He's here.
He's finally here.
'Eri . . .'
His emerald eyes suddenly submerge in deep longing as they shifted and finally directed towards Eros, who was leisurely stepping away from the limelight, from his too forceful green mist. He frowned.
My love . . . I have returned.
Hiro was still in bottomless thoughts at the wisdom he has perceived.
Happy and being loved despite genders.
". . ."
It indeed was possible in this world.
His eyes silently curved to a shy smile. Then he has no reason to make it happen forcefully, but his face soon fell upon remembering the word 'insult' leaving Jin's lips.
His reddened ear from the flashing scenarios inside his head stiffens and twitches, and before knowing it, his face unknowingly crumpled, upset.
"Who said such a thing?"
How could a mere human insult him for having such privilege? For a miraculous gift such as that.
Who dared!
Jin covers his lips with his hands when he unexpectedly hiccups in surprise by Hiro's upsurge fury.
It seems that he has finally regained his senses back, but why does he look like he was ready to slaughter someone alive?
His breath was hoarse, and his brows were back at awfully creasing. He looked utterly pissed at some point.
Jin sighs. He hopes to heavens that 'someone' could not be him.
"No one did." He replied. Of course, it would stay that way if no one knew of him sitting shamelessly on another man's lap.
"But that doesn't mean no one would."
He didn't know why but looking at Hiro's unfamiliar furious and bloodlust eyes made his body shiver in fright. The possibility of him looking at him exactly this way in the future with a different cause crossed his mind that only dampened his mood.
The sight was quite out of the picture.
Yes, he admits Hiro's similar bipolar disorder might have something to do with his unexplainable cranky behavior, and he was always calm and composed the next second.
"Do you think it's wrong for me to be one?"
Slowly, Hiro's tone softened and eases down, only proving Jin's hypothesis right, and his desperate grip against him was slightly loosening to its right tightness.
Jin shuts his lips, baffled at his bluntness before he calmly shakes his head, "No." Is he really bipolar?
But why is he leaning closer?
"Very well."
Jin bats his lashes and looks at the man as further words stunned him, alienated.
"That's a comforting fact to know," Hiro speaks from the heart, his face humored and serious with brooding confidence Jin can't discern where it was from.
Being valued for. Being happy. Where shall he buy that recognition legally?
"You admit you are gay?" Jin looked at Hiro in disbelief, his jaw dropping.
He confesses that easily?
He thought men like him have an unbreakable ego far more worse than some individuals. His head suddenly spun, it was as if all his dark thoughts and worries were worth nothing.
Hiro attentively nods and unconsciously squeezed his behind twice out of a new habit he has obtained.
If tasting the same happiness and sensing the same funny feeling thumping loudly inside him with Jin then, he indeed is.
Because it's Jin.
He wants to own such title and privilege proudly all to himself, where not even the world could dictate him to stop.
"It's a tempting goal indeed," Hiro purrs, words leaving his wide smiled lips with hearts and flowers dancing in the background.
He was radiating too much and Jin felt his exhausted soul flying out of his body in both admiration and confusion. For a moment, the thought that Hiro might not be human crosses his mind for a few seconds before his conscience dismissed the idea quickly.
Before a response could even leave his lips, Jin's entire back was now pressed against the cushioned seat the next breath escaped his lungs. He was already taking half of the huge space and still feeling the warmth of the cushion where Hiro sat just a second ago behind his back.
When he lifts his surprised starry violet quartz, it collides with the deepest midnight skies dangerously hovering down at him.
Hiro's large hands from underneath his buttocks sneakily traveled up to his waist and slipped them inside his clothes, now touching his bare soft skin.
What . . .
Hiro groans, leans, and plummets his face to Jin's neck, his nostrils living in ecstasy at his scent. Unable to ignore his calling anymore, he opened his mouth.
Jin grips and clenches his hands against the man's polo shirt. He wailed and shuddered as Hiro securely wrapped his hands around his waist to stop him from moving and felt a slick wet and warm tongue lapping the skin of his neck.
Hnghh~
"Hi . . . ro."
Hiro's long slender finger went under the garter of his underwear and slowly moves through the secluded space between his buns.
"Jin."
Jin's mind went instantly blank as the man's deep moan of his name echoed inside his head and caused his muscles to contract and squeeze more inside his behind, his pupils already dilated.
His finger . . .
It's close . . . t-too close.
A harsh breath leaves his lips, feeling fully awakened to the need of humanly thirsts and desires—another world he was unfamiliar with. The temperature of his body continuously rises and his heart nervously rackets inside his chest, anticipating Hiro's next movement.
Leaving his alarmed and sensitive behind with disappointment, Hiro's warm fingers and palms trail north, and Jin can't help but let the embarrassing noise escape his throat, betraying his pride.
He can't breathe.
He shuts his eyes, helplessly moaning at the man's touch that's electrifyingly sending shivers up to his toes and feeding the carnal longing he didn't know he had.
"Ahh!" Jin arched his back and popped his eyes open after feeling a ragged breath blowing in and out against his now fully exposed chest. His clothes were now powerlessly pushed back to his neck.
"I think you might be the sensitive one here," Hiro darkly whispers to him with his lips senselessly brushing against the tip of his tout and pounding pink bud.
Heavens—