~ Guest of the Hour - 4 ~

When they were both settled in on opposite couches, Jeha poured in some tea for his guest. "Here you go, I had been planning on having tea after I came back from breakfast."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you all have different schedule."

Jeha didn't seem to mind, he waved his hand in ignorance and sipped his own tea.

A tensed silence befell on them as Sora wondered what to talk about and Jeha found staring as the best option for interaction.

"Was there a reason why you brought me here in your lair?"

Upon hearing the decorative term 'lair', Jeha burst out laughing, the sound melodious and heavy. "L-Lair?" he stumbled through in between his laughter.

Sora found himself getting flustered, directing his gaze down at his tea, "Sorry, have a habit of speaking my mind."

"No, no, it is rather delightful to hear sincere words from our president," Jeha returned the reply gently, as if not wanting to hurt Sora.

Feeling the respect he received from his enemy, Sora was moved, although his face showed no emotion which could reflect his gratitude.

"So why am I here?"

Jeha did hear the same question being asked again in different phrasing, so his reply was given instantly, "I want to give you a gift."

"What gift?" Sora frowned, tilting his head thoughtfully, his tea cup being kept back to make sure he was attentive enough.

Jeha's violet eyes gleamed, "You want to see what it is?"

Sora nodded, very intrigued, "Although I don't want the gift but I am indeed very curious."

Jeha smiled, his face looking blinding, it was so charming, "Close you eyes then, open them only when I tell you to."

Sora nodded almost obediently and closed his eyes in anticipation. Wondering what the Dark horse Jeha wanted to gift him.

No sooner had he closed his eyes, he felt Jeha's presence come closer and distance between them shortened. With his heightened senses, he immediately sensed something was off. But before his mind could settle on what course of action was to be taken, he felt warm lips closing upon his, dragging along his in a sensual manner.

What?

Sora was so shocked, he couldn't react to what was happening, but as soon as he felt a warm tongue lap at his lips to part them, his body quickly reacted and slapped the face away... or tried to, but his now open eyes watched as his hands were ceased and pinned by the sides, as Jeha kissed him with a stronger force, even managing to successfully shove his tongue in.

The hot appendage dragged inside his mouth as if exploring his taste, making Sora dazed with disgust.

And then the violet eyes opened abruptly, and froze Sora in place, since they stared with an intensity which could freeze people in their bodies.

It wasn't as if the eyes were too beautiful, or alluring, but rather, they were sharp as if warning Sora of the danger he would be in if he kept resisting.

The threat was real, and the pressure that had been lacking earlier, suddenly intensified ten folds. A strong sense of oppressive dark energy was sneaking into their bubble and Sora could literally feel the air stiffening next to him.

His soul quivered as if losing to some external force that was too powerful to even face.

Cursing in his mind, Sora glared at the harasser even if his mouth was being forcefully captured, and his hands were being tied down by larger fingers.

Since Jeha was hovering over him, his front wasn't pressed and his legs were rather free.

So seeing the opening presenting itself, Sora kicked Jeha on his stomach and quickly dodged away when Jeha seemed distracted.

Only when he had reached the door, did he turn to look at the un-bothered Jeha, whose eyes were a bright violet and mauve, staring at him as if he was a prey and running was futile.

"You disgust me," Sora spat, not hiding his true feelings, "the next time I will think twice about getting friendly with you, you are worse than those rumors."

He didn't wait to see how Jeha would react to his anger, but simply left through the door, knowing he wouldn't be stopped this time.

While he was angry with what happened, his lips still wet with the saliva and his mouth still tasting like his enemy, Sora was more frightened than he would ever admit.

As he raced down the staircase, his body still buzzed with a static which wasn't desire, but nervous tension instead. While being kissed, he almost felt like the person above him was not only pressing his body down, but also suppressing his energy core which was his life support. And that feeling of being dominated, made him feel ill.

After such a long struggle, he had finally managed to make a name for himself, so he had seen all kinds of people, but just now, all his achievements felt empty, since he knew withing his heart, that if Jeha had wanted to keep him inside, he would have. And Sora would have been powerless against him.

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Back in the lounge, Jeha smirked as he touched his lips, still tasting the sweetness of the enchanter's energy core. "I finally met him and he ran away. How cute, our president. Zor was right in his deductions."