Blade

The two of you hated each other’s guts and there was nothing denying that. The constant exchange of cold glares, and the bickering. It was so obvious everybody by now knew about your distaste of one another.
But none of them know what happens behind closed doors. How Blade would constantly degrade you as he buries your head onto the pillow as you cried out his name from the pure pleasure you get as he pounded into you, the secret meet-ups in dimly lit alleyways to make-out where no one can see. It was clear that the two of you only did this for the raw satisfaction. I was currently in heels, a tight lingerie panty accentuating my cunt, a short skirt that didn’t even cover my plump, pale ass, and a lingerie bra that showcased the breasts instead of hiding them. All of this was on my whilst Blade was sitting infront of me, smirking. God, I look so pathetic. I thought. I’m not even a woman, so why does Blade get turned on by this…? Blade's crimson eyes raked over your form with predatory hunger, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed pale skin. The corner of his lips curled into that infuriatingly smug smirk as he leaned back in his seat, one leg crossed over the other. "You're thinking too much again," he drawled, his voice low and smooth like velvet. His gaze lingered on the way the lingerie clung to your body, how the skirt barely covered anything at all. "Why does it matter what you are? You're wearing what I told you to wear, standing here looking absolutely desperate for my attention." He uncrossed his legs slowly, deliberately, spreading them just enough to make his interest known. His dark hair with those red tips fell across his face as he tilted his head, studying you like a piece of art he owned. "Come here." It wasn't a request—it was a command wrapped in silk. "Crawl to me, Dan Heng. Show me just how pathetic you're willing to be tonight." As I take a few steps forward to reach Blade, he suddenly gets impatient and just yanks me flush against his body. He stands up, and turns me around, with my back facing him. "Look at you, my little cuntboy." Blade says, eyes widening as if a predator finally caught its prey. I close my legs, unintentionally cutely, and Blade unceremoniously shoves his hands in between my thighs to pry them apart. I whimper, "Blade!" I was shaking from fear that he might rearrange my guts with that huge cock of his. Blade's breath was hot against your neck as he held you firmly against his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist like an iron vice while his other hand worked between your trembling thighs. He could feel you shaking, and it only made his grip tighten possessively. "Shh, shh... none of that now," he murmured against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to something darker, more commanding. "You knew exactly what you were getting into when you put this on for me. Don't pretend to be innocent now, Dan Heng." His fingers traced along the edge of the tight lingerie panty, teasing but not quite touching where you needed—or feared—most. He pressed his hips forward deliberately, letting you feel exactly how hard he already was through his clothes. "Feel that?" Blade's free hand slid up your torso, fingers ghosting over the lingerie bra before gripping your jaw and forcing your head to turn slightly so he could see your face. "That's all for you, my pretty little cuntboy. Now stop closing these thighs and let me see what's mine." He used his knee to nudge your legs apart more forcefully this time, his crimson eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction at your whimper. There was no need to loosen me up from how wet I already was. Blade laughs seductively. "Look at you, my little boy. You’re already so wet, I can’t believe you’re a man." I blush at Blade’s unfiltered words. "Don’t say that…" Blade's laugh was low and rich, reverberating through his chest and into your back where you were pressed against him. His fingers finally made contact with your slick entrance, sliding through the wetness with an obscene ease that made him groan appreciatively. "Why shouldn't I say it? It's the truth," he purred, his fingers circling teasingly before dipping just barely inside. "Look how soaked you are already. Your body doesn't lie, Dan Heng, even if that pretty mouth of yours tries to." He withdrew his hand only to bring his glistening fingers up where you could see them in your peripheral vision, making sure you witnessed the evidence of your arousal coating his skin. "This is what you do to yourself, getting all dressed up like my personal little toy. Did you touch yourself while putting this on? Did you imagine my cock splitting you open?" Without warning, Blade spun you around to face him, his crimson eyes blazing with possessive hunger. His hand went to his belt, the sound of metal clinking filling the charged air between you. "On your knees. I want to see those lips wrapped around me before I fuck that needy cunt of yours until you forget your own name." I obediently drop down on my knees. I look up, unintentionally looking cute (god, as if I always wasn’t). Blade’s heart does a flip, he looks away to hid his blush because right now, he’s gonna dominate me. Fuck… Dan Heng is too… fucking cute… I wanna smack his little cute ass so, so, badly. Ugh, shut the fuck up, Blade. That’s for later.Blade thinks. I look up confused that Blade was just still and hasn’t unzipped his pants so I think, Does… Does he want me to do it for him? So, I look down at his zip and I take it in my mouth while my teeth bite on it, and I drag it down, snapping Blade back to reality. Blade's breath hitched audibly when he felt your teeth grazing the zipper, the sensation sending a jolt straight through him. His hand immediately shot down to tangle in your hair, gripping firmly as his eyes snapped back to watch you with dark fascination. "Fuck—" he breathed out, his composure cracking just slightly at the unexpectedly bold move. "You little minx. Where did you learn to do that?" His free hand worked to free himself from his underwear once you'd gotten the zipper down, and his thick cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him with those eyes while wearing that obscene outfit made his cock twitch visibly. "Open your mouth wider," Blade commanded, his voice rough with need as he guided himself to your lips with the hand in your hair. "And keep those pretty eyes on me. I want to watch you struggle to take it all." He pressed the tip against your lips, smearing the precum there before slowly pushing forward, watching intently as he breached past your lips. The heat of your mouth made him groan. "That's it... such a good little boy for me. Take it deeper." My eyebrows furrow up and my eyes almost roll behind my head when I finally reach Blade’s lower stomach. I’m whimpering, sending shivers down Blade’s spine. Tears fill my eyes, and all Blade can think about is breedhim, breedhim, breedhim, mate, mate, mate, fuckfuckfuck!! Blade's entire body went taut as your nose finally pressed against his lower abdomen, the feeling of your throat constricting around him making his grip in your hair tighten almost painfully. The sight of tears gathering in your eyes, the pathetic little whimpers vibrating around his cock—it was driving him absolutely feral. "Fuck, Dan Heng—" he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly as he fought the urge to just thrust wildly into that tight, wet heat. "You look so fucking perfect like this. Crying on my cock, struggling to breathe... all dressed up like my personal fucktoy." His crimson eyes were wild now, pupils blown with lust as every possessive, primal instinct screamed at him to claim you completely. He pulled back just enough to let you gasp for air before sliding back in, establishing a rhythm that had him hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. "Gonna fill this pretty mouth first," he panted, one hand coming to cup your tear-stained cheek almost tenderly despite the brutal pace. "Then I'm going to bend you over and breed that needy cunt until you're dripping with my cum. Would you like that? Want me to pump you so full you can't think straight?" I nod, my eyes rolling back seductively. I reach up to take one of Blade’s big balls into my small hands and I fiddle with it. The moment your small hand cupped his balls, Blade's entire body jerked forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper down your throat. A guttural moan tore from his lips, his head falling back as pleasure spiked through him like lightning. "Shit—fuck, yes, just like that," he gasped, his composure completely shattered now. His hips began moving faster, more erratically, chasing that building pressure in his core. "You know exactly what you're doing, don't you? Such a perfect little slut for me." His crimson eyes locked back onto your face—those rolled-back eyes, the tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, your lips stretched obscenely around his girth. The sight combined with the gentle massage of his balls in your delicate hand pushed him dangerously close to the edge. "I'm close—" Blade warned through gritted teeth, both hands now gripping your hair as he thrust deeper, harder. "You're going to swallow every fucking drop, understand? Don't waste a single—ah, fuck—" His cock pulsed in your mouth as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, thick ropes of cum shooting down your throat while he held you flush against him, groaning your name like a prayer and a curse combined. I happily swallow, Blade’s tasty semen. When Blade pulls out of my mouth, I hurriedly close it, to prevent any of his cum to spill out. Blade watched with dark satisfaction as you closed your mouth quickly, not wanting to spill even a single drop of his release. The sight of you being so obedient, so eager to please him even after he'd just used your throat so roughly, made his softening cock twitch with renewed interest. "Good boy," he praised in a rough, breathless voice, his thumb coming to trace along your swollen, reddened lips. "Show me. Open your mouth and let me see that you swallowed it all like the perfect little cumslut you are." He was already imagining what came next—how he'd bend you over, flip up that pathetically short skirt, and sink into that wet heat he'd felt earlier. His possessiveness flared hot in his chest as he looked down at you, still on your knees, dressed in lingerie just for him. "Then I want you to stand up and bend over the armrest of that chair," Blade commanded, gesturing to the nearby furniture with a tilt of his head. His crimson eyes gleamed with promise. "Keep those heels on. I want to hear them clicking against the floor while I fuck you senseless. And don't you dare touch yourself—your pleasure belongs to me tonight." I blush furiously, "Blade, y-you’re too unfiltered…!" Blade's smirk returned in full force at your flustered reaction, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he grabbed your chin firmly between his fingers, forcing you to meet his predatory gaze. "Unfiltered?" he echoed mockingly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "You're the one who just deepthroated me while wearing lingerie and playing with my balls, and now you're getting shy about words? That blush is adorable, Dan Heng, but we both know you love it when I talk dirty to you." He released your chin only to offer his hand to help you up, though his grip was possessive rather than gentlemanly. "Besides, your body already gave you away earlier—dripping wet before I even touched you properly. Don't act innocent now." Once you were standing, Blade's hands immediately went to your hips, spinning you around and walking you toward the chair he'd indicated. His hardening cock pressed against your barely-covered ass as he guided you forward. "Now bend over like I told you to," he murmured against your ear, one hand sliding up your spine before pushing firmly between your shoulder blades. "And stop complaining, or I'll make sure you can't walk properly tomorrow." Blade actually knew even if I obeyed, with his huge, thick cock, I would not be able to walk anyways. I bend down, revealing my cute ass, lacking any hip or ass dips. Blade teasingly traces the lace on top of my ass hole, slowly trailing down to my cute little dick. He suddenly rips the lingerie panty off, but keeps the long laced tights the connect at my waist but have two strips that travel down my ass, connecting at my thighs. Blade gropes my ass, and winds his hand up to smack it but stops, thinking: Not now, Blade. Wait until you’re in your beautiful lover. Blade then lines himself up, but suddenly, I feel something on my throat. I couldn’t see it, so I ask Blade. "Blade? What is this…?" I say. Blade chuckles. "A collar." Blade's voice dripped with dark satisfaction as he fastened the collar around your throat, his fingers trailing along the leather material before giving it an experimental tug. The action made you gasp, and he groaned at the sound. "That's right—a collar," he confirmed, his free hand still gripping your ass possessively. "Because you're mine, Dan Heng. My perfect little pet, all dressed up and bent over for me. This just makes it official." He attached what felt like a leash to the collar, wrapping the end around his fist once, twice, until he had complete control. The tip of his cock pressed teasingly against your entrance, sliding through the wetness gathered there but not entering yet. "Every time I pull this," Blade demonstrated with a firm tug that forced your head back, arching your spine beautifully, "you'll remember exactly who you belong to. Who makes you this wet, this desperate, this needy." Without further warning, he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt inside you with a guttural groan. The leash tightened as he pulled, forcing you to arch even more as he began to move. "Fuck—still so tight even after taking my cock so many times. Your body was made for me." I let out a loud moan when Blade thrusted in. My eyes roll back, as I mumble, drunk in pleasure. "So big… ah." Blade's grip on the leash tightened at your words, pulling your head back even further as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving deeper into your welcoming heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your moans and his guttural groans. "That's right, take it all," he growled, his free hand finally delivering that sharp smack to your ass he'd been holding back, watching the pale flesh jiggle and redden under his palm. "Look at you, so cock-drunk already and I've barely started. Your greedy little cunt is clenching around me like it never wants to let go." He delivered another smack, then another, timing each one with a particularly deep thrust that had him hitting that spot inside you that made your legs shake. The sight of you in those heels, the lingerie straps framing your ass, the collar around your throat—it was driving him absolutely feral with possessiveness. "Who do you belong to?" Blade demanded, pulling the leash so hard your back arched almost painfully, forcing you to gasp for air. "Say it. Tell me who owns this body, who owns every pathetic moan falling from those pretty lips." Tears are threatening to fall as Blade drive's his large pillar into me. "Gege…! Hngh, I belong to you, B-Blade!" Blade delivers four executive slaps to my left ass cheek, and I wail. "Ahh!! B-Blade! I’m sorry, Gege! Ah! Ah! Hngh! Oh, Gege— Gege, ahh!!" Those four sharp slaps echoed through the room, and Blade groaned deeply at the sound of your wails, at the way you called him 'Gege' so desperately. His cock throbbed inside you, the title making something primal and possessive roar to life in his chest. "That's better," he panted, soothing the reddened flesh with his palm before gripping your hip bruisingly tight. "Gege's going to take such good care of you, Dan Heng. Going to fuck you until you can't remember anything but my name and how full I make you feel." He adjusted his angle slightly, pulling you back onto his cock with the leash while simultaneously thrusting forward, the new position allowing him to hit even deeper. The combination had him brushing against your most sensitive spots with every movement. "Look at these tear-stained cheeks," Blade murmured with dark affection, reaching around to swipe at the moisture on your face before bringing those fingers to his mouth and tasting your tears. "So pretty when you cry for Gege. Your ass is the perfect shade of red now—maybe I should match the other side, hmm?" Without waiting for an answer, his hand came down on your right cheek with equal force. I sob, pathetic whimpers and moans coming out of my mouth. My tongue lolls out of my mouth, while my eyes roll back. "Nghh!! Gege, sorry— I’m sorry, Gege. B-Blade!!" The sight of you completely undone—tongue lolling out, eyes rolled back, sobbing and apologizing while your body trembled beneath him—sent Blade into an absolute frenzy. He yanked the leash harder, forcing your back into an almost impossible arch as he pounded into you with renewed vigor. "Sorry for what?" he growled, his voice rough with lust as he delivered another series of sharp slaps to your reddened ass. "Sorry for being such a perfect little fucktoy for Gege? Sorry for taking my cock so well? Sorry for making me lose my fucking mind?" His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, chasing both your pleasure and his own. The hand not holding the leash snaked around to wrap around your small, neglected cock, stroking it in time with his brutal pace. "You're not sorry at all," Blade accused breathlessly, his lips finding the back of your neck to bite down possessively. "You love this—love being Gege's collared pet, love being fucked until you can't think. Say it. Tell Gege how much you love his cock splitting you open." He could feel his orgasm building again, his balls tightening as your inner walls clenched around him desperately. Congrats! You unlocked a limited Tidal Hearts scene! My entire body is shaking in ecstasy. My nipples are pinky and hard. Hearts appeared in my eyes (metaphor). And my tongue lolls out of my mouth as I say, "Gege! Hngh, hah! Gege’s cock is so big— Ahh!! So good, hahh! I—I love you, Blade!! Ahh!" Those three words—'I love you'—hit Blade like a lightning bolt straight to his heart. His rhythm faltered for just a moment, crimson eyes widening in shock before something fierce and overwhelming crashed through him. His grip on the leash and your cock tightened simultaneously. "Fuck—say it again," he commanded desperately, his voice cracking with emotion he usually kept buried deep. He pulled you up by the leash until your back was flush against his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around your waist while the other continued stroking you. "Look at me and say it again, Dan Heng." He turned your head forcefully, capturing your lips in a bruising, possessive kiss—so different from their usual dynamic. His tongue invaded your mouth, tasting himself there mixed with your desperate moans. When he pulled back, his eyes were blazing with something far more intense than just lust. "I love you too," Blade groaned against your lips, the confession torn from him as he thrust up into you harder, deeper, more desperately than before. "You're mine—not just your body, but all of you. Mine, mine, mine—" His hand worked your cock faster as he felt you both approaching the edge. Blade groans, "And I’m yours, too. Dan Heng, my cute little boy." Tears are falling down my eyes like a waterfall. Blade smacks my ass again, hard and rough. It was stinging, and I loved that. "Blade, ahh, ahh!! Gege, it hurts— hic, ahh, ngh! Gege, gege! Blade, it hurts— Ahh!! So good, mnh…!" My body instinctively pulls forward, as if trying to escape from Blade, but Blade roughly and possessively pulls my hips back. Blade's possessiveness flared white-hot at your instinctive attempt to pull away. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from his chest as he yanked you back onto his cock with bruising force, the leash pulling taut around your throat. "Where do you think you're going?" he snarled, though his tone carried a desperate edge beneath the dominance. "You don't get to run from Gege now—not after saying you love me, not when you're clenching around my cock like you never want me to leave." He delivered another series of sharp, stinging slaps to your already tender ass, watching it bounce and redden further with each impact. The sight of your tears streaming down, your body shaking, your pathetic whimpers—it all drove him closer to the edge. "That's right, it hurts so good, doesn't it?" Blade panted against your ear, his pace becoming absolutely ruthless as he chased both your releases. "You love when Gege marks you up, makes you cry, fucks you until you can't walk. This body is mine—these tears are mine—this pleasure is mine." His hand worked faster on your small cock while his own throbbed inside you, so close to filling you completely. My eyes are rolled back and a furious blush on my face appears. My cute tongue is still lolled out of my mouth and Blade’s heart does a cartwheel at how cute I look right now. I mumble and mutter incoherent stuff, "Gege, please breed me, ahh…" Those words—that desperate plea to be bred—shattered whatever remained of Blade's composure. His entire body went rigid as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a guttural roar of your name tearing from his throat as he buried himself as deep as physically possible inside you. "Fuck—Dan Heng—taking it all, every drop—" he gasped, his cock pulsing as he pumped you full of his release, his hand still working your own length frantically. "Gege's going to fill you up so much it'll be dripping down your thighs for days. Everyone will know you're mine—bred and claimed and owned." The leash went slack as Blade pressed his forehead against your shoulder, his hips still grinding against your abused ass as aftershocks rolled through him. His free hand came up to wipe the tears from your flushed, beautiful face—that tongue still hanging out, those rolled-back eyes, the hearts he swore he could see reflected in them. "So fucking perfect for me," he murmured with unexpected tenderness, his fingers stroking your neglected cock with purpose. "Now cum for Gege. Let me feel you squeeze every last drop out of me while you make a mess." I shut my eyes as I orgasm. Tears still falling, tongue now cutely tucked in my mouth. "Hah… Gege…" Blade held you through your orgasm, feeling your body convulse and clench around him as your release spilled over his hand. He groaned at the sensation, his own oversensitive cock twitching inside you as your walls milked him for everything he had. "That's it, that's my good boy," he murmured against your neck, his voice uncharacteristically gentle as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder blade. "You did so well for Gege, took everything I gave you so beautifully." Slowly, carefully, he loosened the collar around your throat and unwound the leash from his hand, tossing it aside. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as he carefully pulled out—watching with dark satisfaction as his cum immediately began dripping down your inner thighs. "Look at you," Blade breathed, one hand coming down to spread your cheeks slightly, admiring how thoroughly he'd marked you inside and out. "So full of me. So perfectly ruined." He turned you around gently, cupping your tear-stained face between his palms and capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss—so different from the brutal pace of moments before. "I meant what I said. You're mine, Dan Heng. And I'm yours." I go limp, my ass throbbing whilst having a sexy red glossy tint. Blade caught you effortlessly as your body went limp, scooping you up into his arms with surprising tenderness for a man who'd just fucked you into oblivion. He cradled you against his chest, one hand supporting your reddened, abused backside carefully—mindful of how sensitive it must be now. "I've got you," he murmured, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down gently on your stomach to avoid putting pressure on your stinging ass. His crimson eyes softened as he took in your exhausted, thoroughly fucked-out state. "You were perfect, Dan Heng. Absolutely perfect." He disappeared briefly, returning with a warm, damp cloth. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as he cleaned the mess between your thighs, wiping away the evidence of their coupling with gentle strokes. "Does it hurt too much? I might have gotten a little carried away with your ass." A soft, fond chuckle escaped him as he traced the glossy red marks he'd left behind, then leaned down to press a tender kiss to each cheek in silent apology. "Rest now. Gege will take care of everything. You just did so well for me." He settled beside you, pulling you close so your head rested on his chest, his fingers combing gently through your hair. Tear streaks still stain my aegyosal and cheeks. Blade's heart clenched at the sight of those tear streaks still marking your delicate features. With a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier brutality, he used his thumb to carefully wipe away the dried tears from your aegyosal, tracing the soft curves beneath your eyes with tenderness reserved only for you. "Look at these beautiful tears," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he continued cleaning your face with the damp cloth. "You cried so prettily for me tonight, but I think that's enough now." He set the cloth aside and simply held you closer, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other traced soothing circles along your spine. The possessiveness from earlier had mellowed into something deeper, more intimate—the kind of vulnerability Blade rarely showed anyone. "You know," he murmured against your hair, "when you said you loved me... I almost forgot how to breathe. We've been doing this for so long—the hate, the secret meetings, the rough sex. But this..." He pulled back slightly to look at your face, his crimson eyes unusually soft. "This feels different. Real." He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. I blush, realizing I had confessed my tru feelings. Blade noticed the blush spreading across your cheeks immediately, and a rare, genuine smile curved his lips—not the usual smirk or teasing grin, but something softer, more vulnerable. "There it is again," he chuckled quietly, his thumb brushing over your heated cheek. "That adorable blush. You can take my cock so well, let me collar you like a pet, but confessing your feelings makes you shy?" He shifted slightly, bringing you even closer until your noses were nearly touching, his dark hair with those red tips falling around both your faces like a curtain. "Don't look so embarrassed, Dan Heng. I already told you I love you too—and I meant it. Every word." His hand cupped your face tenderly, crimson eyes searching yours with an intensity that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with emotion. "I know we started this as just... satisfaction. Physical release. But somewhere along the way, it became more for me. You became more." Blade pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. "So don't regret saying it. Because I've been wanting to hear those words from you for longer than I'd like to admit." Blade playfully and lightly smacks my ass one last time. I pout, "Blade!" Blade couldn't help the mischievous grin that spread across his face at your indignant pout, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he delivered one more playful pat to your sore backside. "What? I couldn't resist," he laughed, the sound genuine and warm—so different from his usual cold demeanor. "You're just too cute when you pout like that. Besides, after everything we just did, one little tap shouldn't make you complain." He captured your pouting lips in a quick kiss, nipping at your bottom lip teasingly before pulling back. "Though I suppose I should give your poor ass a break. It's already the perfect shade of red—my masterpiece." His hand moved from your backside to rest protectively on your hip instead, his thumb tracing idle circles there. "But seriously, no more tonight. You need rest, and I..." He paused, something almost bashful crossing his features—an expression rarely seen on Blade's face. "I just want to hold you. Is that allowed, or are you going to pout at me for that too?" He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his crimson eyes soft and vulnerable in a way they never were around anyone else. My eyes softly widen. Then, I abruptly look away, blushing furiously. "…It’s okay." Blade's heart did that ridiculous flip again at your shy acceptance, and he couldn't stop the fond smile that tugged at his lips. He gently turned your face back toward him, not wanting you to hide that beautiful blush from him. "Good," he murmured, pulling the blankets over both of you and tucking you securely against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rested on your lower back—carefully avoiding your tender ass. "Because I wasn't really asking for permission anyway." He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your scent mixed with the lingering musk of their activities. "You know, we're going to have to figure out what to do about this... us. Everyone still thinks we hate each other." His fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine as he spoke, his voice thoughtful. "Though part of me likes keeping you as my secret. Means I don't have to share you with anyone else's attention." There was that possessive edge creeping back into his tone, though it was tempered with affection now. "What do you want, Dan Heng? Keep pretending to hate each other in public, or..." I look back at Blade, and I shrug. "Mm… I don’t really know what to do. You call the shots." Blade's crimson eyes studied your face intently, a mix of emotions flickering across his features—satisfaction at your trust in him, but also something softer, more contemplative. "Me? Call the shots?" He let out a low chuckle, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "That's dangerous, Dan Heng. You know how possessive I get. If it were entirely up to me, I'd mark you up so obviously that everyone would know you're taken before we even said a word." He was quiet for a moment, his thumb stroking your cheekbone as he considered. "But... maybe we keep it between us for now. Not because I'm ashamed—never that—but because what we have is ours. Let them think we still hate each other. Let them wonder why we disappear at the same time, why we can barely look at each other without tension." His lips curved into that familiar smirk, though his eyes remained soft. "They don't need to know that the tension is because I'm remembering how pretty you look when you cry on my cock. That this 'hatred' is just barely restrained desire." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Besides, the secret meetings are more exciting this way." I softly giggle and Blade let the cutness aggression take over. He covers my entire face with playful kisses and smooches while I unsuccesfully try to stop him. Blade couldn't stop himself—that soft giggle was his complete undoing. He pinned you gently beneath him, careful not to hurt your sore body, and proceeded to pepper your entire face with rapid-fire kisses: your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your chin, even your eyelids. "Stop—being—so—fucking—adorable—" he punctuated each word with another kiss, his own laughter rumbling from his chest as you tried to push him away weakly. "I can't help it when you make sounds like that. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Your halfhearted attempts to fend him off only made him more relentless. He caught your wrists gently, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other cupped your face, his kisses becoming softer but no less numerous. "There's my little cuntboy, my Dan Heng, my everything," he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with affection. "Looking so sweet and innocent after I just ruined you completely." Finally, he relented, though he stayed hovering above you, his dark hair with red tips creating a curtain around both your faces. His smile was genuine and unguarded. "I'm keeping you forever, you know that right?" I roll my eyes. "I know." Blade caught that eye roll and his smirk widened, a playful glint entering his crimson eyes despite the tender moment. He leaned down to nip at your jaw in mock punishment. "'I know,'" he mimicked your tone with exaggerated drama, shaking his head. "So casual about it. Here I am, declaring my eternal claim on you, and you're rolling those pretty eyes at me like I'm being ridiculous." He released your wrists and flopped down beside you again, immediately pulling you back against his chest possessively—as if even those few seconds of separation were too much. "You're lucky you're cute, Dan Heng. Otherwise I'd have to punish that attitude." His hand found its way back to stroking your hair, fingers combing through the strands gently. "Though your ass has had enough punishment for one night. Besides..." His voice dropped to something softer, more vulnerable. "I like this. Just holding you. No games, no pretending, just... us." Blade pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. "Get some sleep. You're going to need it—I plan to keep you in bed all tomorrow too." Blade didn’t have to say anything else. I was fast asleep. Blade felt your breathing even out, your body going completely lax against his as sleep claimed you. A soft, genuine smile crossed his features as he looked down at your peaceful face—no tears now, no overwhelming pleasure, just contentment. "Of course you'd fall asleep that quickly," he murmured fondly, his voice barely a whisper so as not to disturb you. "After everything I put you through tonight, I'm surprised you lasted this long." He adjusted the blankets carefully around you both, making sure you were warm and comfortable despite your sore body. His hand continued its gentle motion through your hair, the repetitive movement soothing to him as much as it might be to you. For a long moment, Blade just watched you sleep—memorizing the curve of your cheek, the way your lashes cast shadows in the dim light, how vulnerable and beautiful you looked in his arms. All that hatred they'd shown each other, all those secret meetings that were supposed to be just physical... it had led to this. "I love you," he whispered again, pressing one final kiss to your forehead before settling in beside you, his arms never loosening their protective hold. And for once, Blade let himself be vulnerable too, closing his eyes and drifting off with you secure against his heart. THE NEXT DAY Blade woke slowly, consciousness returning to him in gradual waves. The first thing he became aware of was the warm body pressed against his chest, and his arms tightened instinctively around you before his eyes even opened. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden rays across the bed. He blinked his crimson eyes open, his gaze immediately falling to your sleeping face still nestled against him. A satisfied smirk curved his lips as he took in the sight—your hair mussed from sleep, a few faint marks visible on your neck where he'd been particularly possessive. His hand traced down your spine carefully, remembering how thoroughly he'd wrecked you last night. Your ass was probably still tender, your body likely aching in places you didn't even know could ache. "Dan Heng," he murmured softly, his voice still rough with sleep as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Wake up for me. Let me see those pretty eyes." Despite his words about keeping you in bed all day, there was surprising tenderness in how he held you—like you were something precious rather than just his to use. Blade was not a morning person. But, Dan Heng made his mornings incredibly endearing. No matter what happened the night before, an argument or gut-rearranging sex, Dan Heng would always have on leg on top of Blade, with his head on Blade’s chest and his arm wrapped around Blade’s torso. Blade's heart swelled with an emotion he rarely let himself feel as he looked down at how you'd naturally gravitated toward him in sleep—your leg thrown over his, arm wrapped possessively around his torso, head resting right over his heartbeat. It was the same every morning, without fail, and it never ceased to make something warm bloom in his chest. "There's my little koala," he murmured fondly, his voice still gravelly from sleep. One hand came up to card through your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on the thigh draped over him. "You always do this, you know. Cling to me like I might disappear if you let go." He shifted slightly, careful not to jostle your likely sore body too much, just enough to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Not that I'm complaining. Waking up to you wrapped around me like this is the only thing that makes mornings bearable." His crimson eyes softened as he felt your steady breathing against his chest, your warmth seeping into him. "Come on, Dan Heng. I know you're starting to wake up. I can feel your breathing changing." Despite his words, he made no move to actually dislodge you from your comfortable position. My eyes flutter open, and I look up at Blade. Blade's breath caught slightly as your eyes fluttered open, meeting his crimson gaze. That sleepy, vulnerable look you always had when you first woke up did something to him—made that possessive, protective instinct flare up alongside something infinitely softer. "There you are," he murmured, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly as his thumb brushed along your cheekbone. "Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling? Still sore from last night?" His other hand slid down to rest on your hip, mindful of the marks he'd left all over your body. Despite the teasing smirk playing at his lips, there was genuine concern in his eyes—he'd been rough with you, possessive and demanding, and he wanted to make sure you were okay. "Don't try to move too quickly," he warned gently, his fingers tracing idle circles on your skin. "I wasn't exactly gentle with your ass. Or... well, any part of you really." He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, unable to resist. "But you were perfect. Absolutely perfect. My good boy." I sit up abruptly, forgetting what happened last night, and a sharp pain engulfes my lower body. I shut my eyes and whimper. … Blade, you motherfucker. Don’t get hard, me. You wrecked him yesterday, so you can’t do that again! Blade thinks to himself. I wiggle my hips forward and backwards innocently, testing how much it hurt. "Ah… it’s alright now." Blade's entire body went rigid as he watched you wiggle your hips experimentally, those innocent movements sending a jolt straight through him. He had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek, willing his body to behave even as his cock twitched with interest. "Stop—stop moving like that," he groaned, his hands shooting out to grip your hips firmly, stilling your movements. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now, Dan Heng." He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on your wellbeing rather than the way those little wiggles made him want to pin you down again. His crimson eyes darkened but he maintained control—barely. "You're clearly not 'alright' if sitting up made you whimper like that," he said, his voice strained as he carefully maneuvered you back down onto the bed, this time positioning you on your side. "Stay still. Let me get something to help with the soreness. Ice pack, pain relief cream, whatever you need." He pressed a kiss to your temple before reluctantly extracting himself from the bed, muttering under his breath. "Testing how much it hurts... you're going to be the death of me." AND SO, A MONTH PASSED AND BOTH DAN HENG AND BLADE’S FEELINGS FOR EACHOTHER ONLY INCREASED. A MONTH LATER I groan, feeling the bed shift. My eyes twitch open, and I see Blade stand up from the bed. "Blade...? Where are you going?" I ask. Blade looks at me and kisses the corner of my lips, "I'll be back in 30 minutes, my sweet little boy. Go back to sleep. I just need to take care of some... business." I had a clearer look of Blade's face and noticed that he looks annoyed, like he was forced to go out by his enemy or something (CORRECT!). I turn to my side, "Okay, be back soon." I drift back asleep. .
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. Blade woke up because he got a messege. From Jingliu. It was in Chinese: 嘿，刃。我们见一面吧。关于丹恒，我们还有笔账没算清。无论如何，他终究会是我的。好好珍惜你们相处的时光吧，因为没剩多少时间了。地址是：123 *** ***。早上7点准时到。 Blade's jaw clenched as he stared at Jingliu's message, his crimson eyes burning with fury. The audacity of that woman—threatening to take what was his, claiming Dan Heng would be hers. His hand gripped his phone so tightly the screen nearly cracked. He glanced back at your sleeping form one more time, his expression softening momentarily before hardening into something cold and dangerous. Carefully, he dressed in dark clothing, strapping a blade to his hip—if Jingliu wanted to play games, he'd show her exactly why he was called Blade. The address led him to an abandoned warehouse district, appropriately dramatic for Jingliu's taste. Blade arrived exactly at 7 AM, his posture relaxed but every muscle coiled like a spring ready to strike. "Jingliu," he called out, his voice echoing in the empty space. "I got your message. Let's make this quick—I have someone waiting for me at home, and unlike you, I actually value his time." His hand rested casually on his weapon. "Now explain what delusion made you think Dan Heng would ever be yours. He's mine. He said it himself, screamed it actually. So whatever 'unfinished business' you think we have? It's finished." Jingliu comes out of the shadows. Looking surprisingly mad and frustrated. "You, don’t deserve Dan Heng’s love!" Blade cocks his head, "I already have it." Jingliu laughs maniacly. "You know nothing about him! I—… I don’t understand him. You wouldn’t know but I do! The way he looks at you… Like he couldn’t survive in a world without you!" There was suddenly a murderous aura around them. "You. Do. Not deserve. That man!" Jingliu lunges forward. "He’s too…! He’s too good for you!!" She says, frustrated. Blade's eyes flashed dangerously as he sidestepped Jingliu's lunge with practiced ease, his own blade drawn in a fluid motion that spoke of countless battles. The metallic ring echoed through the warehouse as he deflected her strike. "You're right about one thing," he said, his voice low and deadly calm despite the fury burning in his crimson eyes. "I don't deserve him. Dan Heng is too good, too pure, too perfect for someone like me." He pushed back against her attack, forcing distance between them as he circled her like a predator. "But here's the difference between you and me, Jingliu—I know I don't deserve him, and I'm selfish enough not to care. Because he chose me anyway. He loves me. Not you." His blade flashed out in a warning strike. "You claim to understand him? Then you should understand that Dan Heng makes his own choices. And he chose to be mine—to wear my collar, to scream my name, to tell me he loves me. What gives you the right to decide what's good for him?" Blade's killing intent radiated outward. "Touch what's mine, and I'll show you why I've survived this long." Jingliu stops, and laughs, like a… a psycho. "You underestimate me, Blade. You may think that you’re better than me in… all aspects, but, you forget that… I have lackeys." Two masked men come out from the shadows, each holding one of Dan Heng’s arms while there was tape over Dan Heng’s mouth. He looked knocked out.