Chapter 44

'We could settle this perhaps through an afternoon tea, your excellency?' the gregarious grin of the problematic imp vanished. He knelt down by one knee and his palm was placed flatly where his dark and petrified heart resides.

At this moment, his utmost loyalty couldn't be questioned.

Whatever happens, he mustn't let this continue further.

His darkened eyes have never been earnest, 'Think about it, your highness. This child may resent you if you use force.'

Resent me?

'Y-Yes the possibility is quite upsetting.'

Hiro gazes down at the young fellow's reddened face and shivering thinned lips. His small body was whimpering within his grasp and soon enough his guarded eyes soften, somewhat awestruck.

This isn't close to what he knows about resentment.

'I disagree, my liege. Vulnerability is also a sign of desire.'

A red halo appeared out of the infinite abyss of the dark realm, revealing a red malevolent entity with vigorous bloodlust ruby red eyes whilst staring at his opponent who's down on his knees.

His impeccable presence and red mist spread boundless against the dark imp's dim and poisonous ones.

The dark imp flinches at his place yet kept head down low, cursing. This is exactly what he was avoiding.

Lust.

'Looks like you're trying to ruin the fun, Hellion.' Enlarging his crimson red halo and taking his part of the fill into the chosen one's consciousness, the imp with red eyes, smiled victoriously. He had waited centuries for this opportunity to arise, yet his dear old companion looks foiled at his sudden presence.

But why wouldn't he? His presence only means that the heir had finally ascended to the second stage of riot.

'It's been ages, why don't you greet me?...Hellion, the devil's chivalrous leading warrior,' says Eros, wearing his docile smile. Hmm, even he can feel that he's quite…shaken.

No matter how the chosen liege needs his vast strength and never-ending army, temptation by his highness's will, can always be far more superior in some ways.

Eros leans closer, touching his tyrant acquaintance's majestic face, whose penetrating eyes glared back at him. What a shame to not make use of his perishing looks, he had always dedicated his will to the battlefield, 'You should consider addressing me politely now that I will be your sole companion.'

Eros, the devil's temptation, admits he's beyond impressed. Father, you have chosen a liege fit to my advantage. Eros smiled, his ruby eyes gleaming obsessively as he took over his master's consciousness.

Such strong lust and desire.

Meanwhile, embarrassed of being helplessly pressed down, Jin chews on his bottom lip, "H-He's not real." His voice was tiny, troubled to convince the man who's full of doubt.

His little subconscious was already biting his nails nervously, seated helplessly on the ground with a completely flush face, tightly shut eyes, and hand placed on his crotch, clenching and covering it with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

Jin, too, doesn't feel much of a difference. He was starting to lose his consciousness, yet his arousal kept him alive.

He can't stand it anymore. He felt that his heart was already close to exploding inside his chest. "He doesn't exist. Ginny—ngh..is a f-fictional character from the movie Aladdin…"

Combining all his strength, he presses his palms more against Hiro's unbelievably sturdy chest, in hopes to place a little distance between them, but still, no to avail considering his weak strength.

Hiro pauses as well as his intrusive hand that's currently gliding down towards Jin's lower back and immerse himself in deep thoughts. He looks at the young fellow beneath him as if he doesn't understand what he meant.

Jin's fingers were shaking upon feeling heat beneath his palms, his body heat. And he falters at the sudden sight of his teasing smile.

"A fictional character?" Hiro softly asks.

Jin moves his head up and down, nodding recklessly whilst trying to control his erratic breathing and heartbeat.

Had he never watched that film? He thought everybody knew of it.

Hiro's ferocious gaze and his keen eyes carefully watch the same two innocent eyes that captured his graving soul as he let out a deep sigh of relief. Soon enough, a cheerful grin slowly etches on his lips and the corners of his eyes dampen with mild wetness. Jin…

Here he thought he would continuously feel hobbled by the issue of his fingers itching at his thirst for eliminating the life of every man alive to prove he alone claimed the frustration he holds towards him. He leans down and kissed the wetness of his eyes away. His sweet and delectable source of frustration.

His smiling lips rub unto his cold skin feverishly in triumph. He can live with this.

But immediately, his eyes turn briefly bleak at the thought of a named pest, who's been swarming around his ripe fruit.

Should he kill him?

'Looks like I'm still needed.' The dark imp thought so as he praises his father in his head. Hope over the universe gleams inside his teary eyes. Indeed, he won't be abandoned, unless the time comes where this man's sole existence will be standing between the riots of heaven and hell.

'You have no idea how a man feels after indulging himself to unwanted limitations and control.' Eros walks over to his acquaintance on the ground, spread his companion's legs open, and crawls his way in.

'!' W-What?

The red imp gently sat on Hellion's lap, his heart yearning and his ruby eyes weeping. He waited for him long enough.

'!!'

"W-Will you please get off me?" Jin raises his voice slightly.

Hiro's tongue slips out of his mouth, and lick the corners of his flushed ear, obsessed over its strawberry-like complexion, "I refuse."

"I want you to have your eyes exclusively towards me alone." He breathes.

Not with anyone, not with Ginny, not with whatever fantasy beings exist inside his head.

He traps Jin's earlobe between his lips, furious, yet tugging and nibbling it gently between his lips, sulking by the whim.

And Eros was in a daze. My liege is acting like a foolish child refusing to share his toys. At the crucial moment, hellion was in it for a run, horrified, 'Welcome to my world.'

Jin whimpers and a low chuckle escapes Hiro's lips. His hot breath caressed against the young fellow's soft skin before he dotingly press his lips against the back of his ear, pampering him with light kisses as he press the weight of his lower body towards him more, trapping him, "A man can dream, Jin-ah."

He felt like a toddler currently having addiction and attachment issues, but the only difference is that this one seems to last for a lifetime.

Is there a part of him that's not soft?

"If we're having this conversation shouldn't we at least d-discuss this comfortably?" Jin couldn't stop wriggling under his touch, his head is fuzzy at the moment and he felt sensitive everywhere, anywhere. It's purely strange, too strange, and all too new.

"Hmm?" Hiro squeezes his bubble round behind and his lips part in appreciation.

As expected it's soft…softer than he imagine.

He squeezes more, his ears slowly burning, turning in an auspicious shade of red.

It bounces too. He gulps.

More…

He wants more.