Shengli pulled back and captured Atlas' lips. Their tongues entangled as if they were battling. Shengli tasted every part of his mouth enthusiastically. He pushed him onto the bed and took off his boxer.
He's been waiting so long to do this, he can't wait any longer. He wrapped his mouth around his cock. He deep-throated Atlas while stroking him. Atlas moaned in pleasure, his hands holding on to the bedding beneath him.
When he was about to come, he called weakly:
"Shengli."
Shengli said as he kept stroking:
"Come in my mouth."
Shengli swallowed him to the back of his throat again, as he sucked harder.
"Shengli aaan."
Atlas called out his name as he came, his moans resonating in the whole room. Shengli swallowed as a parched man would water in the desert.
Atlas sat up and looked at Shengli's shiny lips.
"You taste delicious."
Atlas licked his lips and straddled him. Shengli held on to him, as he tasted the delicious treat on his lips.
Atlas undressed him quickly. He went to the bathroom and grabbed some oil. He rubbed a generous amount on Shengli's cock.
Shengli out of patience pushed him onto the bed. He was so excited that he entered him without prepping him.
Atlas was deeply grateful that the pain sensor was off because all he could feel was an immense pleasure. He felt so empty before. Shengli relaxed when he saw that he didn't hurt him, he's been wanting too long.
He kept sliding in and out.
"More."
It still wasn't enough for Atlas, he wants Shengli to fill all of him. Shengli pushed his throbbing cock all the way as Atlas sucked in a breath. He gave a determined thrust, his pumps fierce.
Atlas held on to his neck for better stability and wrapped his legs around him. It felt so good to have him inside of him. Shengli fucked him harder and looked into his lustful eyes. Atlas moaned in pleasure when Shengli filled him.
After he came they stayed in that position for a few seconds, panting. Atlas pushed him and Shengli sat up. He straddled him and grabbed his cock, pushing it inside of him.
Shengli held on to his waist as he was riding him. Atlas leaned back, his hands holding on to Shengli's leg. He arched onto the sensation, his moans filling the room.
When Shengli was about to come, he stroked Atlas's cock between them. Atlas became even more excited, as did Shengli when he felt his ass clenching around his cock. He pulled his tongue out when they both came to taste Atlas again.
Atlas held on to his neck, exhausted. Shengli kissed him then he stood up holding him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower for him and left for a few seconds. When he came back, he helped him wash up.
Before they were about to come out of the bathroom, Atlas pushed him against the wall. He stroked his cock, his eyes never leaving Shengli's.
"I want to taste you too."
He knelt deep-throating him, all the while looking at him. He held on to Shengli's waist to take him deeper. Shengli leaned back, moaning in pleasure.
When he was coming, he thrusted deeper as Atlas's mouth was filled. He swallowed and Shengli helped him stand up. He knelt, checking to make sure Atlas didn't hurt his knees.
Atlas smiled, pulling him up.
"I'm okay."
He wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him. Shengli held on to his waist tightly. Mine.
When they went back into the room, the bed was made, and they were clean pajamas on it for them. Shengli helped him dress up and pulled him into the bed. They fell asleep in each other's embrace.
A-Xue was laying naked on a big bed surrounded by five men. They all woke up from their exhaustion when the door was kicked open.
A-Xue sat up startled, and when he did, he cried out in pain. Remembering what happened, he looked around wide-eyed. They were more than ten police officers rounding up the five men.
A woman came in and put a cover on him.
"It's okay, you're safe now."
A-Xue's tears fell incessantly as he held on to her like her savior. After crying and begging all night until dawn, he didn't think he had any more tears left. Even his throat hurts.
She helped him off the bed, but A-Xue's legs were too weak, and he fell. Another police officer came in to help him dress up and get him in the car.
She sat next to him, looking at him worriedly. He was shaking slightly, you could see red marks on his neck, and his lips were still swollen. They stopped less than an hour before they arrived.
A-Xue has never been through something as traumatic as that. As Atlas said, he remembers every part, they're all engraved in his mind.
Instead of feeling regret that he almost made Atlas go through that, he only felt more hatred and focus on destroying him. He blocked out the exhaustion and pain to think.
Since the police came and caught the men in the act, someone must've alerted them. Thanks to that person, the police have their cell phones with all the proof.
They never stopped filming, it's like Atlas's words were engraved in their heads. Plus now that they were caught, they'll admit that Atlas is the one who put them up to it.
When he entered the precinct, he was led to a room with only a table and two chairs. He sat with a warm drink waiting for the detective. He just needs to tell them the truth. He'll say that Atlas paid them to hurt him.
The detective came in and sat in front of him. He had a laptop in front of him. He said:
"Based on the testimony we received from that gang and the video surveillance of the hotel, we know what happened."
A-Xue felt his heartbeat quicken, fuck, I didn't have time to erase it. He was going to do it just after he left the room, but he never did.
That means they'll see him enter willingly with the men and two of them carrying Atlas.
"I..."
The detective lifted his hand.
"I'll just tell you, and you tell me where I went wrong."
He turned the computer, showing him the surveillance.
"From what the gang told us, they grabbed you and brought you inside the hotel after knocking you out. We can see one of them carrying you on his shoulder, with another. There we can see them enter the room with you, still knocked out. They all confessed, and we have the video on their cellphone as evidence."
A-Xue gaped looking at the surveillance video. How is this possible? He knows he walked in with three of them willingly. Then 15 minutes later the two last men came in, carrying Atlas.
A-Xue's hand gripped the armchair, his eyes fixed on the laptop. What is going on? How is this possible?
The detective looked at him worried when he started to breathe loudly.
"Kid are you okay?"
A-Xue took a breath and said:
"I'm fine, I just want to go home."
"Of course, just sign this paper agreeing on the sequence of events."
A-Xue signed and ran out. He wants to call his mother, but she'll make a big deal out of it. Knowing her, she'll make such a spectacle of it, that people will know that the plan backfired on him when it was intended for Atlas. I can't tell her.
He's already lucky he wasn't implicated. But the fact that he doesn't remember what he saw on the tape drives him insane.
He took a breath, calming himself. Today is the day he can't lose it, that's precisely what Atlas wants. After covering his neck, he called for his chauffeur and went home to get cleaned up.
After cleaning himself and covering the marks on his body, he went down to the dining room. He took a breath and then smiled cheerfully. His mother immediately pulled him and sat next to him.
She asked excitedly:
"How did it go?"
A-Xue couldn't stop himself from picturing all those men inside of him and threw up. His mother looked at her vomit-filled clothes with disgust.
A-Xue wiped his mouth, apologizing:
"I'm sorry."
Jing looked at him and saw that he was pale. She touched his forehead and frowned:
"A-Xue you have a fever. I'll call the doctor, go rest in your room."
"No, I need to see a few board members before the meeting."
Jing helped him up, leading him to his room.
"The board meeting is at 6, you know I'll never let you miss it. Plus you have more than enough shares on your side so rest."
A-Xue let her lead him to his room. He looked online and saw that it was because he didn't clean himself properly. He went to the shower and cleaned himself, he couldn't stop himself from crying though.
He dressed and lay on his bed. As soon as I become president, I'll kill you, Atlas, you just wait. This is all his fault, he ruined his life. He never should've come back.
When Atlas opened his eyes, Shengli was looking at him sleep. He frowned and turned his head. Shengli smiled at his flushed face. He pulled him in his arms, enjoying the moment.
After that, he stood up and pulled a reluctant Atlas into the shower. When they were done dressing, the table was filled with food. Atlas excitedly ran to eat, but Shengli pulled him up and took his place.
He looked at him, pouting. How dare he mess with his breakfast? He knows he doesn't play with that. Shengli smiled and pulled him onto his lap, feeding him. Atlas thought he would feel uncomfortable but didn't.
He leaned in his embrace using his cell phone.
"Did you deal with A-Xue?"
"I have. He had the worst night."
Atlas had no plan of letting the gang who assaulted the original go. He wanted A-Xue to know how the original felt and the gang to rot in jail, until they take their last breath. Shengli smiled, but soon it disappeared, and he had a frown on his face.
Atlas sat up and asked:
"What is it, my love?"
Hearing that term of endearment, Shengli smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. Atlas smiled amusedly and caressed his cheek.
"What's wrong?"
Shangli looked at him bothered and admitted:
"I want them to die."
"Who?"
"A-Xue and Jing for what they had planned for you."
Atlas looked into Shengli's dark eyes, but instead of being worried, he felt safe.
"You can kill them once I show them they never even had a chance."
Shengli was worried that maybe Atlas would come to realize he has feelings for them, but he doesn't. Shengli smiled happily. He wouldn't be able to live in peace with Atlas if he knew that those two were still alive.
Atlas looked at Shengli his eyes full of love. He experienced thousands of lives, but they were all the same. He kept falling. It always started the same. He was at the top and abused his power, so he was pushed to the bottom of the abyss.
He was beaten, drowned, decapitated, raped, stabbed, shot, burn, impaled… He's suffered in every life, because his role was always that of the villain.
But for the first time, he's not scared of falling. Even without his messenger's wings because he has Shengli. He knows he'll always be there to catch him, he is his wings.