The Tiger in a Sapphire Cage

by Heart_of_creation2000

Summary:

During a tech smuggle busting, Ben and Rook were in a middle of a fight when one of Psyphon's goons, used an untested portal gun on Ben which then led to Rook taking the hit for Ben resulting his disappearance.

Now awake in an unknown world called Eden City but has no memories of how he got here or his name.

Until, Pagan Min took him under his wing and is now given a new name Lan Hú. There, Lan(Rook) navigates the dystopian, futuristic neon city where he faces racism against hybrids, the fascist hiarchy, the propaganda, police brutality, corrupted laws and judgements, the revolutions and the ongoing cyber war just outside the walls of Eden that is the New Wasteland, without a speck of his memories.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Prologue

In Bellwood, United States,

At the abandon factory by the port,

Ben Tennyson and his plumber partner, Rook Blonko are in action as they’re currently nabbing Liam, Bubble Helmet and the rest of Psyphon’s grunts. Apparently, there is an illegal black market, selling untested technologies to the masses, leading Ben and Rook to track down the source of the said untested technologies.

Ben, now in the form of Ball Weevil, is dodging laser shots, while rolling on a plasma ball in an effort to increase the ball’s size.

“Damn, these guys won’t give up! Like at all,” Ben in Ball Weevil form, dodges the incoming laser shots in his way,

“You aren’t kidding, Ben,” Rook, headlocking one of the goons, then he takes the goon out with a single punch, knocking the goon out cold,

“What ever is important about an illegal and untested technology, it must be worth enough for Psyphon and his crew to risk their lives over!,” Another goon has been taken down as they attempt to tackle Rook to the, but Rook foreseen the incoming attack, grabs the goon and flip it over his head, slamming the goon down,

Rook then blasts the lower grunts away with his proto-tool while he is taking on Liam using revonnah kai.

Ben then transforms into XLR8 to take out most of the grunts, but he forgot to take into account of Bubble Helmet.

Bubble Helmet decided to use one of the untested technologies which happens to be a portal gun. He aimed at XLR8 without alerting XLR8.

However, Bubble Helmet forgot about Rook, who then notices Bubble Helmet aiming the portal gun at Ben or XLR8. Finishing off Liam, Rook then warns Ben of the incoming attack,

“Ben look out! —” leaping over to XLR8

“Huh?” Ben in XLR8 form turns to see Rook while holding a beat up grunt, sagged in his hands,

Bubble Helmet then blasts the portal gun, the ray heading towards XLR8,

Ben or XLR8 Is about to look at the incoming ray but Rook managed to push Ben out of firing range, taking the hit for him,

“Rook!” Ben’s voice now in a panicked state,

Witnessing Rook getting hit by the blast, a portal opens behind the revonnahgander, pulling Rook into the neon magenta vortex.

*BLIP*

The vortex disappeared, leaving no remaining traces of the revonnahgander plumber. XLR8, now powers down to Ben, who is in a state of shock as he stared at the spot his partner disappeared while Bubble Helmet and the remaining grunts stared at the same spot, fight now has been ceased.

In Eden…

Pagan Min is in his luxurious lounge, negotiating with another arms dealer about the payment, while wearing his pink chinese silk robe. His trio bodyguards, Gator, Cyclops and Mohawk are all standing guard with Gator guarding Pagan Min himself while Mohawk and Cyclops are standing outside Pagan Min’s lounge room.

The usual day happening in the underworld of Eden, with the illegal deals, trafficking and also the arms dealing especially for crimelords like Pagan Min.

However something changed in Eden, especially when the chandeliers in Pagan Min’s lounge room flickers,

“I’ll–ugh, f**k! Hang on darling, I’ll call you back. Deals off.Ta-ta,” Pagan Min hangs up, and looks at the chandeliers around in confusion and annoyance while Gator trying but failing to keep his composure as not only the lights are flickering, the whole room is shaking like earthquakes.

Pagan Min,’This does not feel like an earthquake’, he looked around his lounge room, getting the feeling that something is coming, not from outside nor inside Eden itself, rather it's from another realm.

Gator became cautious as his boss became still, alerting the cyborg alligator hybrid of the incoming danger,

When the lounge room became dead still, the ceiling suddenly glowed bright magenta, both Pagan Min and Gator shielding their eyes.

“What the…” Pagan Min muttered with annoyance,

Ceiling suddenly drops down something heavy,

And breathing,

*CRASH!*

shattering Pagan Min’s majestic glass coffee table as the ‘thing’ crash landed, creating a crater on the velvet lounge floor with remnants of the glass coffee table scattered around,

“WHATTHEF**K!” Gator’s shouts are clear as crystal, despite his cybernetic steel muzzle as he flinches away from the medium crash site.

“Auggh, not the robe…” Pagan Min’s only concerns is his robe due to the debris staining it,

Despite the shock, Pagan Min is quick regain his composure as he calmly inspect the indoor crash,

He discovered that its not an object that dropped out of his ceiling, it's a person,

Or rather a living being as the overall appearance is not, despite looking humanoid,

The double door slams opens, Cyclops and Mohawk, rushing in, looking apprehensive, probably more worried about Gator than their boss.

Ignoring the trio, Pagan Min inspects the being closer, noticing each key feature that not only piqued his curiosity, it also piqued his interest.
The being is clearly male and very good looking by, human standards. Covered in variety shades of blue ranging from light to slightly dark in each places with the exceptions of his black markings decorating his face, head, arms and shoulders that were exposed under his cracked armor.

Pagan Min then touches the unconscious being, realizing that he is covered in velvety blue fur, his build is muscular, in an athletic way and tall. But what piqued Pagan Min the most is the fact that, this being is neither hybrid nor human, it can be concluded that this being is in fact, an alien.

‘Alien…’ Pagan Min’s thoughts drifted to the limbless being on television named Rayman or Rayman of Eden’s Newscaster. He even remembered catching glimpses of Rayman in person during his dinner night out. But so far, Rayman had been Eden’s only alien refugee, no other alien sightings had been confirmed or registered, or sighted. However unlike Rayman, this blue alien isn’t limbless or had anything extra on him or isn’t cartoonishly inhuman, in fact he looked way better than Rayman, in terms of stature.

While Pagan Min is closely inspecting the unconscious blue alien, muttering with interests, Gator, Cyclops and Mohawk are standing by,

“So Gator, what do you reckon that thing is? Hybrid or its an actual hybrid-hybrid which is basically a cross between animal and human with his whole body just dyed in blue,” Cyclops is the first to break the silence, asking questions based on the blue alien.

“I would’ve probably reckon it's just a hybrid with his whole body just dyed in blue but seeing it closely, that's out of the question. So, I would just say the second option, hybrid-hybrid,” murmured Gator, now recovered from the shock.

“Or, maybe we could be possibly seeing another alien being, other than Rayman himself,” Mohawk who just spoke up after Gator and Cyclops,

“Not to mention, I’d seen a lot of blue dyes in Eden but none of them are even close to that shade, the most common colours used in Eden are light blue and neon cyan. In fact, I’d seen some hybrid-hybrid, just not in Eden. Again, we are seeing another alien like Rayman but in different flavor,” Mohawk rambling on as Gator and Cyclops looked back at Pagan Min,

Pagan Min then cupped the blue alien’s face to examine him closer as his interest with the alien grows albeit obsessively as he feels the strong jaw of the blue alien, his thumb brushing against his velvety cheeks.

He smirks, his mind forming a dark idea; he is owning this blue alien. Owning an exotic pet like the ones he read from those rich people’s magazines, but he bet no one in Eden has ever seen another alien variety, other than Rayman. Pagan Min imagines the look of those elite’s face if he shows up with the blue alien on a metaphorical leash.

“Uuuggghhh…” a groan came from the unconscious blue alien, his body twitching slightly as an attempt to move his body, little.

Gator, Cyclops and Mohawk flinches at the slight movement while Pagan Min just smirks,

*Finger snaps!*

“Gator, please get this unwanted gentleman to the guest’s bedroom. Cyclops, Mohawk find me a new coffee table. Ugh, it’s been awhile I had some good decorations which reminds me, Mohawk do call up my personal tailor and doctor after that,” Pagan Min directing his bodyguards with each tasks sent out.

Gator immediately went and lift up the still unconscious blue alien from the shallow crater filled with remains of the shattered glass coffee table and went ahead towards the said guest room to lay him down,

Though the blue alien made a sound, he still didn’t gain conscious, yet.

Once Gator reaches the guest room, gently as he can, drops the blue alien onto the bed, which he still didn’t stir. The alligator hybrid cyborg looks back at the blue alien, still curious about him but decides not to dwindle on the still unconscious alien and head to Pagan Min, awaiting his orders. Gator then puts the two tiger bodyguards by the guest room door, in case the blue alien regains full consciousness.

At Pagan Min’s lounge room…

“So, I want this suit that screams ‘mysterious and strong’ and at the same time I want it to scream ‘he’s mine and all mine, no one else can have him’. Oh also make sure it’s showing off the ‘essential assets’ and don’t constrain movements… ” Pagan Min is currently with his personal tailor, probably discussing what will the blue alien wear once he wakes up, replacing the damaged armor, whilst the tailor furiously and nervously taking every note of Pagan Min’s request.

Gator then rejoins Cyclops and Mohawk, “Did you see the doctor passing by you?,” Cyclop’s monotonous tone laced with small worries,

Gator replies “Yes” short answer but in full honesty as the trio now completed of a gator hybrid and two cybernetic humans, standing by, await for their boss’s next orders.

Now Pagan Min and his tailor are moving onto fabrics and materials, which pattern is suitable for which accessories and all others while Gator, Cyclops and Mohawk are playing pokers, uno’s and then go fish.

Suddenly, two pairs of footsteps all in a hurried manner, slamming one of the lounge’s double doors open revealing the stocky doctor sent up by Pagan Min and of the two tiger bodyguards stationed at the guest room, sweating from running.

“The– The –The alien has awakened,” the doctor revealed the condition of the blue alien.

The trio already recomposed and cleaned up their card playing are in shocked along with the tailor, but Pagan Min is gleefully excited as he took off first to see the blue alien with the tailor staggering, tailing behind the pink suited man while the trio bodyguards also followed suite along with the tiger bodyguard and the doctor.

The lone, unsure tiger bodyguard who was left alone at the door is now looking after the full conscious blue alien, sitting up and hunched over,

“Oi!, bodyguard tiger #2, is he awake now?” the pink wearing crime lord loudly and dramatically announced his arrival at the guest room entrance whilst the portly doctor taking his breath and then went to inspect the conscious blue alien’s state, looking over other than the damaged armor, the bruises and the singed fur.

The tailor arrived, then the trio arrived later than the tiger bodyguard #1, shocked at the now fully conscious blue alien,

Pagan Min approaches the blue alien with a smirk, he leans in on, invading the blue alien’s space, kisses the back of his hand and touches his cheek, while blue alien looks at the pink crime lord with more confusion, feeling uncomfortable.

“Hello there, sweetie, how did you sleep? I bet it must be absolutely harrowing for you that you crash landed in my living room and making a mess” the pink crime lord’s tone is sickeningly sweet as if he is roleplaying as a concerned saviour,

“Cr…cr…crash landed? What do you mean, sir?” The blue alien’s voice sounded confuse with a calm, subtle robotic edge but innocent

“Oh you don’t know? Well that makes sense, you did fall from my ceiling–”

“Ceiling!?” The blue alien is in almost shock at Pagan Min’s statement,

“You fall? Like literally, dropped from some glowing, swirling vortex” Pagan Min’s eyebrow raised at the blue alien’s shock,

“But sir, I do not understand what you are saying or talking about. In fact, it sounded absurd and I cannot remember or fathom if that actually happened,” the blue alien sounded indignant,

“Oh? Not even your own name and where you even came from?” Raising a lot of question until,

“Name? What name? Where do I come from? I have… zero clue…”coming at the horrifying realization as he began to clutch his head in attempt to try and remember but failed to,

“Oh dear…” the doctor could tell, then again everybody in the room can tell what was wrong; amnesia.

This. Alien. Has. A damn. Amnesia!

Which raises a lot of problems. A political problem. Meaning there is no way they can process documents with the blue alien’s knowledge of his origins and himself all wiped clean from his head and worst of all, legal paperworks. Meaning there will be so much work on their hands, filling up every paper with necessary requirements that need to be filled in as well and redoing aswell l.

However, the only one who isn’t dreading about the paperworks is Pagan Min,

He sees this as an opportunity to mold this alien into his, what he sees fits,

“Aaawww, that’s so sad… Don’t worry honey, that’s why I’m here to ‘help’ you,” Pagan Min feigns concern and altruism,

However in reality, Pagan Min had something else planned for the blue alien.

Pagan Min is then tugged by the doctor with a frantic look,

“Sir, you do realise that this is a serious case!?” whispered the doctor,

“I know what’s ‘serious’ means, doctor! Gad, why did I brought you here,” snaps Pagan Min, snaps with annoyance,

“Your bodyguards brought me here…” sweat leaks from his balding head,

“Nevermind that! Oh, that reminds me. You! Tailor man,” he pointed at the frantic tailor, who compose when he is addressed, still nervous,

“I hope you took note of everything cuz’ I want this kitten to be Eden’s next sexiest bachelorman they had never seen,” he exaggeratingly pointed at the confused blue alien, who tilted his head at Pagan Min’s bombastic description while being called ‘kitten’. The said tailor is sweating and nodding nervously and profusely at Pagan Min’s words, hoping nothing worse can happen to him as long as he agrees to the crime lord's words.

Gator, Cyclops and Mohawk, silently are a little horrified at Pagan Min’s plans to take advantage of the blue alien’s amnesiac state, but it’s not within their payroll to care about alien outsider. The doctor still examining the blue alien, while he stared at the short doctor with pure curiosity.

“Now dear, what do you think of a name? Since, you don’t remember yours and I can’t keep calling you alien. How about it,” Pagan once again in the blue alien’s boundaries, sidling up against his bed,

“That sounds nice sir,”

“Ohoh hooo, don’t call me sir, it just sounded too strict.”

“Which! Reminds me that I should’ve introduced myself. *exaggeratingly clears throat* I’m Pagan Min, the crimelord of the underbelly of Eden,” He then politely and lightly bowed at the blue alien,

“Oh, um– I see. Well, I uh–”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, darling. After all, I'm going to give you a new name, a new life. At my side,”

“I see. Thank you then, Pagan” unaware of Pagan Min’s dark intentions,

“Naw, you made me blush. Come, let's get you out of that poor armor, and glam you up with somethin’ new,” he then gently, subtly rough, guiding the blue alien out of the guest room.

“Now, let’s start with a name which I will recommend,”

The blue alien piqued at Pagan Min’s words leaning while walking near him, interested at the prospect of a new life and name,

“ What do you think of…

Lan?”

Chapter 2

Summary:

A time skip happens plus a warning of harassment

Chapter 1– Morning glow

2 months later…

At 7:00 am,

Lan(Rook) is busy doing stretches and warm ups at the tiger bodyguard’s training ground, while one or two tiger bodyguards came to practice and were either annoyed or surprised at Lan’s early presence. Despite being 2 months under Pagan Min’s employment, there are some still disgruntled colleagues who are threatened by Lan, due to the demotion of the trio of non-tiger bodyguards that happened 1 month ago.

After Lan proved his skills and strengths, Pagan Min was completely smitten, to the point he replaced his main bodyguards with Rook.

While Lan(Rook) at first is accepting of the job Pagan Min gave, however over time, it felt… overwhelming, for Lan. Nonetheless, Pagan Min is being a caring employer, despite what he did to the trio, the pink triad kingpin even gifted Lan, a high-quality battle armor that suited his height and it is very convenient for all occasions and events, especially being Pagan Min’s top bodyguard.

While Lan focuses on his warm ups, he then hears footsteps approaching behind him,

“Hey blue freak, what’re you doin’ here. Aren’t you supposed to be beside Pag’s throne?” it happened to be one of the tiger bodyguards, while both looked identical, Lan is able to distinguish which is who,

“My apologise for such intrusion, I am only beside Pagan Min’s, if he calls upon me,” Lan replies politely, continuing his warm ups before grabbing one of the training staffs,

“Euggh, always so f**king meek. I mean who talks like that, I’ve seen better dudes who speaks better like Cody f***ing Rhodes!”

“HAH! I know. Gosh! I thought I was the only one who thought talkin’ in a pōsh accen’ wouldn’t get you anywhere, except If you’re talking to Pagan Min, of course,” the second tiger, spoke in more rough tone than his friend, but his accent isn’t very thick like him.

While both tigers were laughing their heads off, Lan stepped back and went off ahead for practice. There he is in the middle of the training ground, spinning and swinging the training staff with skilled precisions, his eyes are focused whilst grappling the staff like a weapon of his own.

In the Observation Room of the bodyguard’s training,

Pagan Min is sipping on tea while he stared down from the window of the observation room, with a predatorial, coy smile creeping up at his face.
Pagan Min’s sights are on Lan, who is practising his swings and stances, ignoring his surroundings and the tigers who were either in awe or annoyed, thinking he is showing off, as they linger around the training grounds, doing their own things. From afar, he is eyeing Lan's lean, chiseled abs that were glistened with sweat, trickling down his abdomen. Lan’s pecs and biceps bulges with precisions as it follows his swinging, the sweat falling on his forearms leaves a shine, highlighting his well-toned muscles. Pagan Min’s eyes were hungry, but not for a meal, rather a more appetizing kind that Pagan craves for.

While Pagan Min is busy being aroused, his tea left forgotten, being giddy at Lan’s body, then gets interrupted,

*KNOCK × 2*

“I’m sorry for the interruptions Mr Min, but Dominique is waiting for you” Cyclop’s tone were as flat as a bored recipient girl at a corporate building but hides an annoyance, towards her boss’s subject of infatuation, Lan(Rook),

“Uuuggh*eyes roll* just as my show was about to get started. Can’t it be another time, where… Oh~ I don’t know… A time where I’m not too ‘busy’. Like right now,” sarcasm mixed in a hint of sexual frustrations and annoyance, didn’t get enough of shirtless Lan, especially when Pagan Min worked really hard to get out of bed early just so that he could spy on him.

“Dominique told me that they had acquired the weapon that you, sir, requested and you sought for their services,” the pink kingpin sighs but this time with amusement, remembering their deal last time. With the tea went cold, and forgotten, Pagan Min brush himself to look presentable and follows Cyclops out,

 

Lan(Rook) just finished his practises and now soaked in sweat, he then wipes his forehead, places the staff back to the rack. Lan then shoulders the small towel and heads for the showers at his private suite, for a good reason.

In the Pagoda hallways…

His walk through the hallway is leisurely, with few occasional tiger bodyguards roaming around, however, Lan is wary.

‘I should atleast feel safe but my instinct tells me that is not the case,’

Hastening his pace, he ignores the roaming tigers, in fear that there will be more disturbance for Lan. Just as he was about to grab the knob to his room, a pair of footsteps stops behind Lan,

“Ey Blue Puss!,”

Lan sighs, he looks at the owner of the voice, and it turns out it belongs to Gator, who is trailed by Mohawk. Both of them holds a look of contempt but Gator is very forward with his emotions or he isn’t afraid to show his hatred. Mohawk on the other hand, however shows no signs of emotions or movements, just an eerie silent stare behind his round shaped red lenses.

But what unsettles Lan the most is the fact that they’re both covered in someone else’s blood, especially Gator as his steel cyber muzzle has the most blood splattered around his teeth and is currently dripping down his bottom jaw while Gator simultaneously glares at Lan, but didn’t flinch..

“Yes gentlemen, is there anything that needs help or is Sir Pagan Min requesting for my presence. If so please wait, because I had just finished my work out and currently need a refreshener–”

“Drop the f***king act you brown-noser or blue-noser cuz your blue in colour– Nevermind that! I’m saying here that you should quit acting all high and might ever since that fa**ot gave you our job positions when me, Mohawk and Cyclops had been working HARD! HEAR WHAT I SAY! HARD!” Gator’s shouts are ear-drummingly loud for Mohawk, but he kept it to himself not out of fear but respect,

“I SAY F***ING HARD CUZ’ THE AMOUNT OF WORK WE DID GOT US NOTHING WHILE YOU STAYED FOR 1 WEEK GOT YOU A PRIVATE ROOM AND BATH! —”

Lan is unfazed at Gator’s jabs and furious rants, as in truth, he never had any intentions to get the position beside Pagan Min’s. In fact, Lan is just given the position without earning, while he did expect the bodyguard position but never the top position and thus became the main reason for the trio to resent Lan. It wasn’t intentional, it was Pagan’s sudden decisions and he does not know why would Pagan do that, Lan just arrived at Eden City.

As much as Lan wanted to give back the position to the trio, Pagan already reaffirms his decision that Lan will be the one, insinuating a skyrocketing level of favoritism towards Lan. Nothing can be done but let the trio’s hatred towards him persist as changing jobs is not good option due to Lan’s status(according to Pagan Min) as an illegal alien refugee, valuing his life over comfort and enduring the scrutiny of his co-workers and Pagan Min’s strange behaviour towards him that his gut tells him its borderline obsessive.

“Yes I hear what you say Gator, but I have apologised a hundred times. I’m willing to give it back but must be within Pagan Min’s decisions, and I myself cannot do that, it will always be Pagan Min’s words–”

“Cut that f***ing bulls**t, I don’t care if that pink dragf*g has the say, but that does not change anything. If anything it’s your fault for existing in this universe,”

“Gator, I didn’t ask to have that position–”

“Do I care, Puss Blue!? Because I surely don’t care who’s fault other than yours! —”

“Me yes, I know. I shouldn't be here, yes. However it still cannot change the outcome due to my circumstance, alright,” Lan’s tone is on the verge of shouting but keeps it down, out of politeness,

“*Growls* mmph! Stupid alien! Come on,” Gator left, followed by Mohawk, who just silently glowers at Lan,
Lan(Rook) is relieved when the confrontation is over, but still leaves a bad taste in his mouth. He does not know why he didn’t stand up for himself, the fact that he himself is always so polite, it infuriates Lan that he cannot establish dominance to protect himself from the hostility. Each confrontation with his co-workers became a reason for Lan to just take a shower in his private suite, even if it means that they will see Lan as this arrogant newcomer that they always see after 2 months.

The private suite is well furnished but it's mostly decorated and fitted according to Pagan Min’s taste rather than Lan(Rook)’s. In the suite bathroom, Lan lets the shower waters run down all over his body, letting his velvety fur soaked. Despite the cold showers, the confrontation with the former main bodyguards(including the tiger bodyguards from the training grounds) still gives him bad experience.

After the shower and drying himself, Lan wraps the towel around his toned waist, stepping out to wear fresh clothes that is his bodyguard uniform. However, there is someone waiting for him, that someone happens to be; Pagan Min, sitting at the edge of Lan’s bed,

“WHAT THE F —!!” shocking Lan, who had just stepped out of the bathroom, wanting to wear cloths, almost dropping the towel but manages to get a grip of the fabric from falling to his ankles or accidentally flashing to his boss,

“Ah, there is my Lovely Tiger,” Pagan Min then stood up as if he’d been waiting a long time,

“I didn’t see you at the practice ground after my business, so, ~naturally I assumed you’d be back in your room,” Pagan Min saunters towards the half-naked alien,

“I heard the shouting, ~so I thought it would be a good idea to drop by. To see you~,” his voice sounded heavy and seemed to sound concerned but something didn’t feel right.

“Sir wha–?”Lan, still in shock but tries to step back when Pagan tries to invade his space until he is against the wall just 1 step away from the bathroom door beside him.

“~Mmhhmm, ~shshsshhh Relax dear let the king serve ~you,” Pagan Min had him pinned as he placed his hand beside Lan.
His lip carves into a sharp smirk as he thoroughly analyses the alien’s sculpted body, then places his other hand below the alien’s pecs.

Lan’s breath hitched at the sudden touched, not knowing what to do other than wanting to push his boss away but fails due to the nervousness as Pagan Min allows his hand to roam to one of Lan’s pecs, squeezing it, causing Lan to bit his bottom lip, suppressing the moans from his employer but Pagan Min paid no attention. His hands are against the wall, making no movement to push Pagan Min away.

The feeling suddenly changes when Lan experiences a weight on his body revealing to be Pagan Min now full-body leaning against him, his hand still on his pec, now moving to his side making Lan all uncomfortably hot and embarrassed. Pagan now shoving his face in, getting full of Lan’s pecs, his hands now moving to wrap his arms around Lan while feeling the velvet blue fur as he rubs it with his face sideways

Pagan Min looks up from his position, his eyes hooded and lashes flicker with lust as he peered at Lan with a sultry look making Lan even more embarrassed until he turns red, that's when he finally grabs Pagan Min’s shoulders to push him but instead Lan froze, his grip on Pagan Min tightens, giving his employer a chance to push Lan’s boundaries.

He scratches the blue bodyguard’s sculpted back in a possessive yet seductive manner, Pagan Min smirks whilst Lan(Rook) breathing heavily.

Just as Pagan Min about to go further, suddenly an unwanted interruptions saved Lan, for now,

*Knock, knock, knock*

“What –uurgh another disturbance,” Pagan Min stops his advances, he got off of Lan to answer the door, Lan sighs with relief as his towel fell to his ankles, exposing but it went unnoticed by Lan and Pagan Min,

“WHAT! I was just getting started in here,” the knocker happens to be Cyclops, her blank expression looks perfectly schooled despite getting glared by her sexually frustrated, pink kingpin boss,

“Your guest has arrived,” Cyclops stated,

“Who?,” furious but confuse

“Alex Taylor,”

“Alex, who– oooohhh,” Pagan’s mind flashes to an image of an elderly, muscular man with a rat tail and blue eyes.

Usually Pagan Min had feelings for the said elderly man prior to Lan’s arrival. However, things change, forever, for Pagan Min now no longer yearns for Alex’s touch(& his c*ck), now wants a blueberry like Lan to be his instead.

Notes:

Sorry about being graphic also being corny. Just to note that Rook will be referring to as Lan due to amnesia until I get to the part where he gets his identity back

Notes:

I use google translation for Rook's name since I have no clue of how Pagan Min will name amnesiac Rook

EDIT: there are some changes in this story