There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 43 - 42. Drowning in the Dark (M)

For Zein, guiding was like opening a faucet, sending out a steady stream of water to flush the filth that was the corroding miasma. In his most controlled state, the water would come out constant and steady, and the espers would feel the comfortable sensation of a very stable ride.

The first time that steadfastness broke after more than a decade was, probably, during the cave incident, where Zein had to guide Bassena in frenzy, pouring down everything harshly due to the time constraint. But he had no leeway to remember how it felt amid all the pain and the frenzy.

The second time it happened, it was brief and clear. He felt the rush, the way the stream came like a torrent, and had to stop from the sheer shock of it.

The next time he kissed Bassena, however, Zein had prepared for it, and had gained control over the instinct. So he thought, when they actually had sex, he’d be able to control it too.

He was naïve.

From the moment the bulbous tip pressed into his entrance, the stream came out strong, and he couldn’t help the loud gasp that came. The amber eyes stared at him, watching keenly, as if measuring a battlefield.

Yeah, it was a battlefield for Zein too. He prepared to swim harshly inside the sea of darkness, but he slipped from the first step already.

But he didn’t tell the esper to stop, and Bassena pushed in steadily, all the while never shifting his gaze from Zein’s eyes. The way those amber eyes gleamed was sending flames throughout the guide’s senses; it was contagious, just like the attachment he carried.

And Zein found himself unable to avert the keen gaze, even while his body tensing, and his breath shortening. There was a fire blazing in his groin, the slight burn of the stretch his walls should accommodate. And yet his mind wandered to the sharp-shaped eyes, the three scales embedded like jewels, the straight eyebrows and slight scar above it, the platinum strands falling over the forehead that contrasted beautifully with the dark bronze skin...

This man was fine—Zein couldn’t help but admit it as he received the gaze that tried to pierce through his mind. Sure, he’d admit it now, that he had let this younger man sway him. For now, for this moment, he would indulge this man.

No—he would indulge himself.

He grabbed Bassena’s head and pulled the man closer for a kiss, distracting himself from the significant intrusion below. For all that the man’s worth, Bassena had a godly tongue. The way he played with it inside Zein’s mouth was so arousing that he couldn’t think of anything but the kiss and the electrifying pleasure spreading all over his body because of it.

Zein thought the kiss was enough to take his mind off the sensation invading his lower body, but when Bassena suddenly shoved his whole length and girth to the end of his canal, everything was blazing for a second, as if the nerves on his body lighting up all at once.

"Haa!" gasping, Zein felt his back arch and his head almost slammed down to the bed. It would be, if not for Bassena’s sturdy hand supporting his head.

But even if it did, Zein wouldn’t have a leeway to care. His senses were all focused on the foreign entity inside his body; the large thing poking into every button of nerves that got him tingling.

He had no idea his ass could be that sensitive.

"Haa...fuck..." Zein inhaled deeply, eyes staring wide at the ceiling. Every breath that he took made his back contract, and he could feel the intrusion inside his body clearly. "I know you’re big but...fuck you’re big..."

Bassena didn’t know if he was getting cursed or getting praised, but he enjoyed the dazed look on Zein’s face. He enjoyed the tight clenching around his shaft even more, breathing as roughly as Zein did.

More than that, the water flooding into his darkness felt like a torrent that tickled all over his body. No more of that steady stream; Zein was absorbing his corrosion like crazy. The sheer sensation of his guiding was enough to get him on edge. Bassena thought he probably could come just like this, sheathing inside the tight wall that sucked him, looking at the redness blooming pretty on Zein’s face.

But he couldn’t let himself come first, not until Zein felt good and satisfied.

He leaned down, shifting his weight and making him go deeper, pressing harder, and prompting Zein to exhale harshly, eyes turning to him. "Can I move?"

"...yeah,"

It was the first time Bassena heard the older man speaking so weakly, as if he wasn’t sure of himself. It brought up a conflicting desire in him; a desire to protect, and a desire to subdue. And it translated into his movement.

He held Zein gently, holding the older’s waist and supporting his back. And he pulled out slowly, reveling in the way it made the guide bit his lips. But he slammed back in hard and fast, every thrust was aimed to coax moans and whimpers that Zein seemed reluctant to give.

"Huu..." he did get a rough breathing out of the other, and sometimes restrained sound. It brought a triumphant smile to his face still, when he saw the flush on that fair face, which usually looked aloof. "Mphh—!" and it was cute how Zein tried hard not to show that he enjoyed this.

The guide propped himself with his elbow, another hand holding into the headboard, bracing for impact. Bassena would rather have those arms holding into him, but that was probably too much to ask right now.

"Zein," Bassena lowered his head, lips hovering above the guide’s ear. "Won’t you call my name?"

Name...right—Zein never called the esper’s name casually. The moment he did, he use the esper’s full name, and not in a good way.

But that kind of thing, being requested in the middle of sex...Zein narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips, and Bassena laughed a little. The esper leaned down, licking into the reddened ear, and trailing his lips into a spot in the back of Zein’s ear, kissing there.

Zein flinched at the sensation, back tensing and clenching hard on Bassena. A grunt and a harsh breath escaped the esper’s lips, and Zein could hear a chuckle. Those lips didn’t stop; pressing on his neck, a spot below the mask still circling his neck; trailing up under his jaw; up again, somewhere on his chin, below his lips.

"...what are you—haa—doing?"

Bassena lifted his face, smiling at the frown between Zein’s squinting face. "I’m hunting," he whispered in a mischievous tone.

"What—" before Zein could ask again, Bassena had brushed the black hair aside and planted his lips on the older’s right temple. "Ah..."

"You have quite a lot," Bassena moved lower, to the edge of the guide’s earlobe. "These beauty marks."

There was one on his neck too, just shy away from his adam’s apple, and Bassena continued his hunt there; those places that were usually hidden beneath the mask and the clothes.

Zein felt he was slowly losing it—he had slipped and now swaying wildly on the wave of Bassena’s relentless sea. The thick intrusion below was one thing, and these kisses, hot touches upon his skin sending flares of undeniable pleasure...

It was really hard to resist such decadent temptation.

Zein let go of the headboard then, even though it made his body jostle harshly under Bassena’s thrust. "Ugh—haa...here..."

Bassena pulled up, pausing his movement. The esper watched with widened eyes as Zein hooked his hand on his shirt’s collar, and pulled at it to show another mark below the end of his clavicle. That, and the way those blue eyes narrowed and the lips parted with bated breath, made the esper throb inside.

"Gods—you’re driving me crazy!" Bassena wasted no time devouring the pale skin that probably never saw light before. He kissed it, hard, and sucked on it, drowning in the intense scent coming out of the guide.

Bassena felt Zein grasping on his hair, and oh—how he wanted to just strip the man bare of this flimsy cloth. The current, which had grown steady before, was wilding again, chasing away the corrosion at a frightening speed.

The esper felt it then—that Zein was starting to lose his control. He pulled away, hovering above the guide with relentless thrusts, watching in astonishment at the way those composed eyes shook, and then calmed, like a prey resigned to its fate.

"Ah, damn—" the lips that had been busy restraining moans let out a sigh. Or was it a moan? "Fuck, you’re so good at this..."

Bassena slammed his hand over the headboard, and his length inside the startling guide. "Ugh—" he groaned, panting hard against the gasping mouth of the guide.

Close. That was close. He almost—

"Bas," Zein touched the esper’s trembling cheek, grasping a handful of hair between his fingers. "Why are you...stopping?"

Zein frowned, and by holding on to the esper and the mattress, tensed his back and lifted his hips, moving it, chasing the pleasure that had been building up and eroding his wariness. "Ah, fuck!" he grabbed the platinum strands tighter. "Haa...move it, Bas—"

He couldn’t let another word come out of his mouth then, as his lips got plundered suddenly. Head slamming into the pillow underneath, he felt the weight of the esper pushing him deeper into the mattress.

His vision was a blur—and with it, his control.

Whether it was the kiss or the thrust below, both were rough and hard; as aggressive as the torrent of water flooding into the sea of darkness. And both of them were drowning, forgetting their resolve and restraint. Bassena was moving faster and harder, and Zein dug his heels into the mattress as an anchor, accepting the delightful sparks being sent with every drag and plunge, setting his nerves ablaze.

It was good. It was better than good.

His body, which had been screaming for fulfillment; his mind which had been rejecting it. For the first time, both were working in agreement.

His guide’s instinct, searching for an esper to be purified, sending more and more water, pouring into the sea of darkness like a floodgate being opened.

It was thrilling. It was wonderful. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He was drowning, and he liked it.

"Bas," Zein called out breathlessly, longingly. His instinct craved for the esper, for that attachment. Something warned him not to, but he couldn’t help it.

Not now.

His hand roamed into the wriggling muscle of the esper’s shoulder blade; to the sturdy upper arms, scratching some marks; to the heaving chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat.

"Fuck, Zein—call me again,"

Zein felt his mind getting blurry, like he was underwater. He was surrounded—all his senses were of this man. The esper.

He grabbed the esper’s cheeks, staring dazedly into the pair of ambers. "Bas..." his thumb brushed the snarling lips, and brought them into his own. Drinking, drowning, further and further down, as the fire inside his abdomen flared bigger and bigger and it exploded.

It exploded like a flash bomb—loud and blinding. It speared through his spine to the top of his crown, spreading electric feelings to the tip of his convulsing toes.

"Aah...ah..." Zein felt like he let out an embarrassing moan. He didn’t know. The water was still pouring, he was still absorbing the corrosion.

He had to stop. His mind was so far away, so muddled, he was drowning too deep.

He had to—

"Ugh—ah!" Zein gasped as his body lurched down. Bassena was straightening his back, hands gripping tight on Zein’s waist, and dragged the guide down, pulling Zein hard into him.

Zein let out another gasp as hard slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the tent. "Fuck—I can’t...stop..." Bassena groaned, and it soon turned into a growl.

"No—" Zein grasped the esper’s arms, but his strength was slipping away with his control. His mental energy was getting drained fast. He opened his mouth, but what came out was a wheezing sound instead of words.

"Hnngh—"

"Damn it—I’m sorry...fuck, Zein, I’m sorry—"

Zein bit his lips hard, fingers clutching into the sheet above his head. It was a situation where his body and his mind both getting overstimulated, but he couldn’t even say anything; it wasn’t just him that was drowning.

Guiding sensation worked both ways. And Bassena, right this moment, was getting swept inside the whirlpool of Zein’s wild current. Even if he knew that Zein was feeling too much, even if he wanted to stop, he couldn’t.

Zein was his longing, his attachment.

He gritted his teeth—his reasoning and his desire were clashing, and it was clear which side was winning. His vision was getting blurry as his pleasure climb higher. Gods—he didn’t want to hurt Zein, and at the same time, he didn’t want to stop.

He told himself to stop, to pull out. But it was so hot and tight and he just couldn’t stop. It felt so mind-blowingly good. It was crazy.

"Zein!" he called out, and the clenching he received propelled him to the edge, sending him toppling down in mind-shattering pleasure as he released inside the guide’s warm cavity.

For quite some time, the space was filled with only their heavy breathing and the erotic scent of their lovemaking—if it could be called that. For Bassena, maybe, but Zein was laying down silently with his arms over his head.

As if snapping from a blissful dream, Bassena swiftly clasped the guide’s cheek. "Zein?" he tried to peel the arms covering the guide’s eyes off, but when he succeeded, he froze.

"Ze—"

"Shut up."

It was cold, both the voice and the look in Zein’s eyes.

"Get off me."

It was an order, uttered with a flat tone that seeped cold needles into Bassena’s heart. It was the tone that Zein used on their second meeting; the distant, impassive tone that the guide used to push people away.

And it felt worse than rejection.

Pulling away from the guide, Bassena watched his cum trickle down the twitching entrance, and he felt like beating himself. "I’ll...clean you—"

"No," Zein pulled himself up and get off the bed before Bassena could say anything.

He swayed for a second, but Bassena had only put one foot on the floor when Zein already rousing mana to support himself, grabbed his pants, and walked inside the shower room.

Bassena stared at the slammed door of the shower room, silently, and sat on the edge of the bed as the loud sound of water filled the deafening silence.

For a long time, he just buried his head inside his trembling hands.