Time Was Running Out

by CatZia9

Summary:

—Some people said it tasted like fishcake. But it didn’t look anything like a fishcake! For a start, fish cakes were rectangular, but these ones were round. Just because it contained fish didn’t mean it was a similar dish! It looked more like a Japanese dish. What was it called? Taykayeki, Taykoyaki, Tokayayki, Takaya-

“kjoo hey, Taekjoo!” Zhenya shouted anxiously. Taekjoo came to his senses. Zhenya had one hand on the brunette's cheek and the other on his shoulder, rocking him gently. The worry in his eyes was evident. Taekjoo felt uneasy and nauseous. He wanted to tell Zhenya to stop, but his tongue felt like cotton dipped in water. His hands were numb, he tried to grab Zhenya's hand on his shoulder, but it felt as though he is casting a fishing line. He started to panic, what's going on?

 

While travelling the world, Taekjoo experiences a recurrence of his previous brain trauma years later. He starts having seizures and feels that his time is running out. Meanwhile, Zhenya must decide whether he can truly protect his beloved this time or if he will repeat past mistakes.

Notes:

The reason of this fic is that there are some points in Zhenya's character development arc that aren’t really fixed. Small parts of the relationship dynamic of the duo have also been downplayed. At the moment season 2 Ajinoki Island Arc is being drawn and many people need both fluff and a little Zhenya torture. Hehe don't worry ;) I made sure the characters are not ooc as much as possible. Happy reading💖

Chapter 1: Vacation in Brazil

“Melhor restaurante em Augusta, venha aqui!”

called the vendor next to them, trying to attract customers to his restaurant, which was one of dozens of identical establishments. Stores and shops resembling cardboard boxes lined the street, their bohemian colors brightening the area. Graffitis painted on the restaurant walls and in the alleyways brought the street to life. Melodies played by itinerant musicians on the pavements mingled with each other, bringing the crowded streets to life. The salty smell of the ocean and the stifling odor of city life gave the environment an unique fragrance. Exotic plants and animals could be seen all over the country. However, as with every tourist attraction in an exotic country, Brazil's tropical climate posed a challenge to visitors. Overwhelmed by the scorching heat, tourists would seek out water in the nearest shops. Those who came unprepared found themselves breathing through their mouths like thirsty dogs, trying to cool down in this unfamiliar environment due to the lack of equipment they had not thought to bring with them from their hotel rooms.

Unfortunately, there were two adults among these mindless tourists. Physically mature, they were once again questioning their mental age. They had taken enough money but one of them was looking clearly like a tourist. With his tall stature and sandy blonde hair, he looked like a con man's dream. That put their money in danger of being swindled. The pair's clothes were not helping either, they were neither casual nor ordinary. Their designer clothes were characterized by their 100% silk fabric. This kind of clothing was found in boutique stores on the main streets of summer resorts and was worn only by the elitist upper class. Judging by that blonde man's stature, which made him look like an electrical transmission tower, one could infer that he was of high status or a nobleman by birth.

He wore white silk and linen trousers and a navy blue silk shirt. Wrapped around his left arm was a beige leather watch worth almost as much as the combined annual income of three shops. His hair appeared to have been carefully combed back, but the strands sticking out from the sides of the sunglasses perched on top of his head showed that this effort had been made in haste. The shorter man standing next to him was wearing a similar outfit. He wore beige silk and linen trousers with a short brown leather belt. He wore a white silk shirt to match the outfit of the man next to him. However, his shirt was slightly wrinkled and came out from the sides of the belt. His skin was darker than that of the man next to him. He didn't appear to be sunburnt, rather his bronze skin shone in the sun like a freshly groomed horse's fur. Of East Asian ethnicity, he was the physical opposite of the man beside him. Their differences in height, hair color and skin tone made them look like complete opposites: tall and short, blond and black-haired, white and tanned, blue-eyed and brown-eyed. They were the centre of attention among the crowds of tourists on São Paulo's Augusta Street.

Local shopkeepers were trying to figure out how to milk money from the tourists with the start of the summer season. Prices were inflated, fake smiles were plastered on faces, counterfeit goods were displayed on stalls and Brazilian-themed souvenirs were hung on ornate, swirling fences. All they had to do was behave properly. The two of them had attracted the attention of the shopkeepers. The shopkeepers tried to approach them, shouting to get their attention. What the shopkeepers didn't know was that the two men were very experienced in such matters. They could compete with the shopkeepers in cunning and brazenness, and they were aware of the swarm of swindlers surrounding them. However, they had forgotten to bring water and hats because of an argument they had had that morning, the kind that only a long-married couple could have.

The fight had also been sparked by the scorching heat. The dark-haired man said he didn't need sunscreen because he already had dark skin, and the hat would be enough. The blonde man said the dark-haired man was wrong and that the sun would turn everyone, regardless of skin color, into a walking barbecue. What started as a minor disagreement, due to the nature of their relationship, escalated into bickering and then a full-blown argument. The brunette accused the blonde of overreacting, while the blonde complained that the brunette had no regard for his own needs. The 45-minute argument resulted in them forgetting the hats and water they had intended to buy. Now feeling as depressed as if their internal organs were being fried in a deep fryer, the two of them gave dirty looks to the shopkeepers on the street corner who were looking at them. After walking for 12 minutes, the blonde man couldn't stand it any longer and looked down at the other.

“Joo?” Joo did not answer, deliberately ignoring him and still feeling justified about the morning’s argument.

“Taekjoo?” the blonde called out again, not caring about Taekjoo's feelings. He was stubborn to break Joo’s silence.

“Hey, Taekjoo?” The blonde poked Taekjoo with his finger and called his name.

“Taekjoo, come on.”

“...”

“You know you're acting childish.” There was silence for a short time.

“I'm still right about the argument.”

“…shut up”

“Don't cry just because I'm right.”

“Shut up!”

“Getting angry won't change anything.”

“Zhenya, enough!” exploded Taekjoo, hitting Zhenya's poking finger hard.

“Uh-oh, very wrong move!” sneers Zhenya, moving closer to Taekjoo. If it weren't for the summer heat, the Russian would have been cozying up to Taekjoo; so he made up for his addiction to contact by violating Taekjoo’s personal space. Taekjoo punched the blonde in the stomach with his right hook and looked angrily at Zhenya.

“I don't want to hear anything about this morning’s argument, because you made us forget everything!”

“As if it's all my fault my Zainka, who did I fight with?”

“We would both be so content if you agreed with me, but you can't because you, a little prince will ruin everything if your orders won’t be done!”

“…I don't think I'm so little.”

Taekjoo groaned angrily. Zhenya felt like he didn't care what he said. Although this holiday was intended as an escape from the Russian government, it was also an opportunity to strengthen their relationship. As he inwardly muttered that it wasn't working, the hot sun's rays stabbed his body like arrows. Blinded by the heat, Taekjoo put his anger towards his lover to one side for the time being. The exotic summer heat was more important right now.

“It's so hot; the sun is right overhead,” he muttered to himself.

“Oh you don’t say?” Zhenya replied, half-mocking him and glanced at the shops next door.

“Let's sit down somewhere, Taekjoo. We can go to the museum you want later.” Zhenya said, noticing some of the the malicious shopkeepers eyeing them. Just as the brunette was about to object, he felt the heatwave penetrate his brain again. The thirst and stress from the morning’s argument were making him feel nauseous. Understanding what the blonde was saying a little better, Taekjoo looked at Zhenya, whose face was sweating from the heat just like his, and gestured to the nearest café. Seeing the tired look on his lover's face, Zhenya suddenly felt pity. Maybe he had been a little too hard on him. Realizing that he was no better than him, Zhenya started walking towards the café that Taekjoo has pointed to. No matter how hot it is, the Russian, holding the hand of the brunette beside him, starts walking quickly, striding out with his long legs. Taekjoo, tugged halfway behind him, remained silent due to his fatigue and Zhenya's constant insistence on physical contact.

As soon as the pair reached their destination, they were mobbed by waiters expecting wealthy customers. They tried to point out empty tables to them in broken English. A couple with two children were sitting at the next table looked at the pair with displeasure; they have been waiting a long time for their order to be taken. The older child, aged 11, was a classic iPad kid. Despite her mother's nagging, she had retreated to the far corner of the table and was watching game videos on YouTube. Her father was secretly watching too, even though he told the girl to leave it alone. The eight-year-old girl ,whose the little one, was talking loudly to his mother. This American tourist family was annoyed by the café, which was different from the American-style restaurants they were used to. The two of them pushed their way through the group of waiters and sat down at a small, empty table. The table was next to the American family. As soon as the pair are seated, the waiters tried to bring them menus, while the family, tired of waiting, tapped a waiter on the back and tried to place their order. At first, the waiter ignored them, but he eventually gave in to the family's fuss and took their order. The couple, who had decided to order two bottles of water, wanted to get rid of the waiters.

“We'll order the rest later,” said Taekjoo, annoyed by the noise of the waiters and the beating sun. Realized this, the blonde man started giving threatening looks to the waiters swarming around them. They were testing his patience. If they didn't understand polite words, he would have to be tougher. Turned to the nearest waiter, the Russian man stood up. At over two metres tall, the waiter flinched when he saw the man looming over him. He looked at him as though he was going to eat him.

“We’ll tell you later,” says Zhenya, waiting for an answer from the waiter he was looking down on. “Yes, sir! Of course we wait. Don't!” the waiter shouted in unintelligible English. In the blink of an eye, the waiters disappeared, leaving the pair alone. Glancing at his lover, who was still standing, Taekjoo told him to sit down.

“Hey bastard, don’t show yourself here!”

“I don't teach how to treat a customer.”

“Nobody wants you to teach.” Taekjoo looked like he was still reeling from the morning’s argument. Zhenya couldn't resist taking a bottle of cold water and finishing it in record time. He grabbed a second bottle and handed it to the brunette.

“Come on Taekjoo, don't be so mad. Drink some water,” he said, nudging Taekjoo with the cap. The Korean, on the other hand, felt strange. He knew he was very resilient because of the work he had done before he quit. He had served in extreme conditions, participated in dozens of operations with his boyfriend, and even tried dangerous sports as a fun bonding activity. But today, his body just didn't feel right. It was either the scorching heat and stress of the morning, or he was getting old. The last thought sent a shiver through Taekjoo. Despite joking that Zhenya was just a baby, he was feeling like he was getting old. Perhaps his body had become even more fragile after decades of torment. His thoughts were interrupted by Zhenya tapping the lid of the water to his shoulder.

“Oh yes…thank you.” Taekjoo opened the lid and started drinking. With each sip, he felt himself starting to feel a little better. Maybe he was just dehydrated. Zhenya was giving him strange looks. Had something happened today? No, nothing had happened; they had been traveling the world for a year, and everything had been running smoothly. The Kremlin was dead; his brother, Bazim, was now in charge of Russia, and no one was making any noise about the assassination. Bazim hadn't issued a search warrant for them and hadn't bothered them since their last phone call in America. Taekjoo was no longer an agent either. He hadn't retired; he was simply registered as dead. There were no demoralizing factors and any would have been easily dealt with. So why was his Zainka acting so strangely? His gaze wasn't as sharp as he remembered, or had something happened to Little Woman?

“How is Little Woman?” Zhenya blurted out. Taekjoo glared at the Russian.

“She's fine. Why?”

“…”

“Didn't we talk to her yesterday?” Yes, they had spoken to Little Woman yesterday. His mother usually preferred to call Zhenya because Taekjoo was still in the habit of keeping his phone on silent. The Little Woman was very excited when she received photos from the lovers. She told them to text her what they were up to, made sure they had the necessary holiday equipment and took lots of photos. To be honest, even Zhenya suspected that the Little Woman knew about their relationship. He quickly dismissed this idea. However, even when Taekjoo was answering questions, his gaze suggested otherwise.

“You say that, but your gaze tells me the other way,” Zhenya said. Taekjoo took offense.

“How am I looking at you? I'm looking at you normally! Are you trying to tell my gaze looks old?” Taekjoo snapped. The family at the next table had had enough and started grumbling.

“What rude pricks!”

“…”

“They’re so ill-mannered,” the mother complained, glancing at the next table. The father looked up from the iPad in her kid’s hand and tried to comfort her.

“Darling, they could be some businessmen.” However, he was more intimidated by the Russian man than defending the pair. Having worked for men like this before, the father knew that they didn't listen to any rules. He looked like the type of person who would bomb anything up to get their own way.

“Ed, but look! It's as if they own the whole café!”

“Never mind, Meg. Here comes our food.” The waiter took their orders and put the traditional Feijoada Carioca that Eddie and Megan had chosen, as well as the cheeseburgers, on the table, since the little kids were picky eaters. The waiter at the next table asked Taekjoo again in his broken English.

“Sir, I take your order?” He gave Zhenya a timid look and waited for the duo’s answer. The blonde man met the waiter's gaze with a steely expression. Taekjoo realized the question after two seconds; guess he'd had a lot of sun.

“Yes, I'll have a Bolinho de Bacalhau and my partner...”

“The same.”

“The same one, thank you.” Taekjoo realizes that Zhenya hasn't asked what he’s having. Of course, the blonde might have been too focused on himself to look at the menu. Still, he usually asked his partner what they were going to eat, because if he was torn between two choices, one of them would get one option and the other gets the second, so they could taste both dishes. This small act of kindness might seem insignificant to some, but whenever Zhenya did it, Taekjoo would feel his ears turn red. Taekjoo turned to Zhenya and gave him a questioning look.

“Are you sure you want to eat this?” Zhenya remained silent, still looking at the brunette curiously. Taekjoo became angry.

“Hey! I asked if you're sure because if you don’t eat it, it’ll become wasted food.”

“…”

“Are you OK, Taekjoo?” and with this question Taekjoo became furious. Zhenya didn’t listen to him! If he didn’t eat it, their money and the food would both be wasted. But just because Zhenya had money didn’t mean he can spend it unnecessarily

— he wouldn’t allow it! Besides, the food wasn't to Zhenya's taste anyway. He didn’t even like street food. Some people said it tasted like fishcake. But it didn’t look anything like a fishcake! For a start, fish cakes were rectangular, but these ones were round. Just because it contained fish didn’t mean it's a similar dish! It looked more like a Japanese dish. What was it called? Taykayeki, Taykoyaki, Tokayaki, Takaya-

“kjoo hey, Taekjoo!” Zhenya shouted anxiously. Taekjoo came to his senses. Zhenya had one hand on the brunette's cheek and the other on his shoulder, rocking him gently. The worry in his eyes was evident. Taekjoo felt uneasy and nauseous. He wanted to tell Zhenya to stop, but his tongue felt like cotton dipped in water. His hands were numb, he tried to grab Zhenya's hand on his shoulder, but it felt as though he is casting a fishing line. He started to panic, what's going on? Zhenya started tapping Taekjoo's cheek lightly, and then harder and harder. Taekjoo's face started to turn very pale.

“Taekjoo! Taekjoo!” Zhenya went from shouting to downright screaming. Megan, was sitting at the next table, payed attention to the screaming blonde and saw the brunette.

“Ed, what's going on?” Returning to the table with his wife, Ed saw the situation and called out to the waiters next door.

“Hey waiter, Waiter! Hey Come here!” When the waiters noticed the commotion in the back right corner of the café, they gathered there. Meanwhile, Taekjoo, who was trying to stop Zhenya from shaking him, suddenly had a black veil over his eyes. His vision blurred and his left arm, which he was trying to move, fell.

“Taekjoo?” There was a millisecond of silence. Taekjoo’s body suddenly began to spasm and he fell from his seat to the side. Zhenya appeared next to him at lightning speed and caught him before he hit the ground. The waiters started to say something in Portuguese and one of them hurriedly pulled out his mobile phone and called an ambulance. Ed grabbed his older child's arm and pulled her behind him, not wanting her to witness the scene. The little girl screamed when he saw the brunette fall to the floor, and then started crying loudly.

“Mummy!”

“OK, sweetie. Come on, get over here with Mary.” The little girl ran over to her older sister, Mary. Amidst all this chaos, Zhenya could only focus on his beloved. Time was running out.

The brunette’s hands and feet were shaking, and only the whites of his eyes were visible. Zhenya maneuvered Taekjoo to his side. He could feel his own hands trembling. Nothing made sense, but he wasn't in the right frame of mind to think about that.

“Taekjoo, please” Zhenya pleaded, grabbing the man next to him by the ankle, lowering him down whose calling for an ambulance in Portuguese. The waiter landed on his buttocks with superhuman strength and let out a tiny scream. Zhenya took his phone and started talking to the ambulance crew in English, keeping his voice as serious as possible.

“33-year-old male, 183 cm tall, 73 kg, has been having an epileptic seizure for one minute and seventeen seconds. Our location is São Paulo, Augusta Street, Café da...” Counting every second that passed, the Russian felt sweat beading on his forehead. Time was running out.

He threw the phone at the man, who was rubbing his thigh on the floor, and shielded Taekjoo's body again. He didn't want anyone looking at him or making a sound; he didn't want anyone to be there. All he wanted was to be alone with Taekjoo, to enjoy the view and make love by the fireplace on Ajinoki Island, with a fur coat on and a cigar in his mouth and a whisky in their hand. Was that too much to ask? With each passing second that the ambulance didn't arrive, his desperation grew. He tried to recall the emergency information. How many minutes after the onset of seizures did they become serious? There had to be something he could do. Time was running out.

Taekjoo was still shaking and his eyes had rolled back into his head. He noticed the anxious crowd of people at his feet. The last shred of patience he had left vanished in an instant.

“Get back!” roared Zhenya. He wasn't sure if he had said it in English, but the crowd was now completely unable to get near this monster-like man. Time was running out.



…After two minutes and 28 seconds, Taekjoo stopped shaking. His body sagged as though its strings had been cut. A small breath escaped from his mouth.

“Oh my God!”

“It's stopped!”

“Thank God!”

“Is the seizure over?”

“Mum, it's stopped!”

“Where's the ambulance?” The voices were coming from a crowd of people standing in a circle. But the blonde man at the centre of the circle could not hear any of them. Everything was flooding in his mind now.

Taekjoo had had a seizure. The last one had been at least a year ago, and he had regained all his memories. What was this for? What had happened in the last year? Had something traumatic happened? Zhenya had been very careful to ensure that Taekjoo did not develop any PTSD after his last seizure. What had he done wrong? All these questions were weighing on his mind as the adrenaline of the moment took hold. Zhenya realized that he was breathing irregularly. As he tried to steady himself, he looked at Taekjoo intently. His face was drenched in sweat, and he was pale. When he touched his forehead, he was relieved to find that he didn't have a fever. At that moment, the sound of an ambulance approaching from the next street echoed through the café. Some of the people in the crowd rushed out to direct it. The little girl standing in the circle stepped out of her older sister's arms and approached Zhenya.

“Lucy, come here!” her mother shouted. Lucy ignored her and poked the hem of Zhenya's shirt. Zhenya didn't turn around, but Lucy didn't care.

“Um sir, the ambulance is here. Don't be scared,” she said, trying to reassure Zhenya. The little girl tried to talk to Zhenya with childish confidence, but her mother took her by the hand and pulled her quickly to her side.

The ambulance took a sharp turn and stopped outside the restaurant. Two paramedics emerged from the back, carrying first aid equipment and a stretcher. They pushed their way through the crowd gathered around the patient and his relative, crouching down on the other side of him. One paramedic asked the patient's relative questions about him, while the other sticked the necessary medical equipment around patient’s chest. The patient is quickly loaded into the back of the ambulance, while their relative did not leave their side for a second. Once both were settled in the back of the ambulance, the paramedics performed the necessary procedures on the patient before setting off at full speed for the nearest hospital.

The patient was still in danger as long as he’s not in a hospital.

Chapter 2: Morning Sex in Ajinoki

Summary:

‘Tempting’ he thought, for Zhenya it was. He could easily pounce on his seductively sleeping boyfriend but that would be too much for him,

 

‘…Would it be?’ He slipped into the middle part of the bed in silence and perched between the open gap between his legs.

Notes:

sorry for the late chapter, my left pinky and ring finger got paralyzed hehe😭

Sunlight entering the house through the half-open window illuminated the invisible dust particles in the room. As the sun's rays passed through the colored motifs on the glass, they changed the color of the floor they hit. The window was almost three meters long and one and a half meters wide. The hyacinth, anemone and carnation patterns on the glass created a riot of colors. A breeze blew through the window, causing the decorative cords at the ends of the curtains to sway slightly. The curtains were red velvet with gold varnished cords and tassels. They were billowing in the breeze.

 

The spacious room had elaborate patterns on the floor and halfway up the walls, which ended in a line running down the centre of each wall. The furniture was nostalgically styled. The high-quality fabric of the L-shaped armchair on the right-hand side gave it an antique feel, as did the woodwork on its legs. Next to the armchair stood a dresser and a tall cuckoo clock. The clock's hands were made of silver and the hours were written in unusual numbers on the marble surface. The clock's pendulum was made of dark brown wood, and the intricate carvings on it were clearly visible. Next to the cuckoo clock was a splendid bookcase. Dozens of colorful books were arranged in rows on the dark oak shelves. The bookcase extended to the corner of the room. A large painting hung on the opposite wall. It depicted a fruit plate, a vase and birds. All the furniture in the room was large and splendid, but the most eye-catching piece was the bed. Almost big enough for four people, the bed was the main feature of the room. It had pure silk bed linen and more than five decorative pillows. The bed's headboard was decorated as if it were a canvas, with patterns reminiscent of tile art and geometric shapes. The ends of the headboard were gold-colored, too.

 

Taekjoo was sleeping peacefully in the splendid room at that moment, pulling the duvet up to his waist and placing an decoration pillow between his legs. The brunette continued to sleep despite it being noon. He was lying on his left side, his left cheek sunk into the pillows and his hair had turned into a bird's nest. His right arm was under the pillow, his left arm held the blanket and one leg was pulled up towards his body while the other was stretched out. Although Taekjoo held the blanket tightly around his waist, it slipped down and one end hung to the ground. Underneath the sagging blanket was an old, sky-blue T-shirt that Zhenya had given him to wear as pajamas, and underneath that was his black underwear. Although the T-shirt was old and had shrunk in the wash, it looked like a mini dress on Taekjoo. The faded writing on the T-shirt was probably from an ultra-luxury brand, but it had now become the brunette's pajamas. The curtains began to rise as a breeze blew through the room. The momentary gusts of wind stirred the blanket around the brunette's waist. Taekjoo's tired appearance, hidden in the bed, made him look like a homeless person who had not slept for three days, as Zhenya saw when he entered the room.

 

Zhenya chuckled at his lover's disheveled state as he set the breakfast tray down on the coffee table next to the bed. It contained Korean porridge ,which they can both eat without nagging, for breakfast, rich-flavored coffee and Taekjoo's medicine. He sat down at the foot of the bed where Taekjoo was lying, probably in the midst of his twentieth dream, and began to observe the brunette. His eyelids were closed and he was breathing regularly; his whole body was relaxed. There was no risk of seizures. Zhenya relaxed, the memories of a month ago coming back to him as if they had happened yesterday.

 

Following the incident during their holiday in Brazil, Taekjoo was admitted to the city hospital, where he underwent dozens of tests and was given various drugs. Serums were injected into his arms and cables were attached to his head while his brain was scanned by countless machines. Zhenya sought solace in the gloomy faces of the doctors who were trying to explain his lover's condition to him in a language he did not speak, in a hospital whose name he did not know. For days, the only thing he wanted to do was steal his lover from the bed where he was lying, run away, and turn the whole hospital into ashes. But he knew that if he did what he wanted to do, it would increase the likelihood of his lover's condition becoming a mystery. He fell asleep in the chair next to Taekjoo every night, ate his meals with each other and answered the doctors' questions together. At the end of the three days, the doctor who had made the diagnosis explained to the pair through a translator that the brain damage Taekjoo had suffered a year ago had caused epilepsy. Zhenya, who could not believe what he had heard, stood up and walked towards the doctor. After Taekjoo’s shouting and the hospital staff’s intervention, Zhenya took his place again and looked at his lover's face, noticing the hidden fear in his eyes. Nevertheless, Taekjoo, refusing to be defeated, asked the doctor what the cure was and listened to the treatment for his illness determinedly.

 

The doctor advised that medication and strict medical supervision were the most effective treatments for the disease. He had spoken privately to the blonde giant, who was the relative of the patient. The patient's reactions, daily moods, medication timing, seizure frequency and duration had to be monitored in detail. The doctor explained to Zhenya that the patient had a chance of recovery, but that he needed very careful care. Taekjoo, who had gone straight to Ajinoki Island as soon as he was discharged from hospital, was now being treated like a porcelain doll by Zhenya. He was determined that his lover would recover.

 

‘He’ll be fine.’ thought Zhenya. There was no particular problem; the scenario he had feared when he entered the room would not happen. After closing and opening his eyes once, the blonde pushed the bad memories aside and looked at his Zainka. With his unkempt hair, he really did look like a rabbit. Although he definitely would have objected, the long T-shirt he wore as pajamas looked very cute on him. The T-shirt seemed to symbolize that Taekjoo belonged to Zhenya. He felt greedy protectiveness inside him.

 

'Mine,' he repeated inwardly. Yes, Taekjoo was his and no one else's. He was in a good mood. He went back to watching his boyfriend.

 

The brunette's T-shirt was disheveled and the duvet was hanging loosely from his waist. The baggy top was riding up, revealing smooth skin the color of dark caramel. The man's defined abs and strong back were visible under his shirt. Below, next to the duvet, his black underwear encircled his plump buttocks. Zhenya didn't understand how he managed to be both sweet and sexy, but he wasn't bothered by it at all. On the contrary, all the qualities he could imagine were embodied in his lover — why shouldn't he be pleased? The whole bed smelled like him. He took a deep breath and wanted to nuzzle his nose into the brunette's neck and inhale his scent. However, that might wake Taekjoo, who was a light sleeper by his nature. However, he was sleeping deeply and soundly at that moment; looked like the last night's little love exercises had exhausted him, as could be seen from his body.

 

The skin underneath his t-shirt was covered with love bites and hickeys, they were located particularly in the lower part of his abdomen and the skin above the hem of his briefs. They looked like red cherry pieces on a chocolate cake frosting. His lips had a reddish hue along with plumpness because of the delirious kissing and his wrists had bruised hand marks which looked more like a torture session than intense sex. His round buttocks were rose up by the decorative pillow, probably due to the fact that this body part was surely throbbing. Below the briefs, long and slim legs were partly revealed beneath the silky blanket, resembling an appetizing dessert for the blonde.

 

‘Tempting’ he thought, for Zhenya it was. He could easily pounce on his seductively sleeping boyfriend but that would be too much for him,

 

‘…Would it be?’ He slipped into the middle part of the bed in silence and perched between the open gap between his legs.

 

‘Can I?’ he requestioned himself. He was more gentler to him in the last couple of weeks, however right now Taekjoo was looking so provocative that the blonde was getting quite aroused.

 

‘Don’t know’ it was getting harder for him to think straight, the curvy sight of the brunette’s ass was swaying gently with his breathing. Too tempting. The blonde’s hands were twitching, with his eyes fixated on his lover’s back and his tongue licking his lips. He had the appearance of a child wanting to play with their favorite toy, it was correct. He wanted to play, he wanted to play so much, he craved awfully much to just strip his Zainka’s underwear and reveal his chubby butt, part them and put his mouth on his tight entra-

 

Taekjoo's sudden yawn startled Zhenya, who quickly turned his head away. Sliding hurriedly backwards, he dragged his body from between the brunette's legs to the side of the bed. Turning his face towards Taekjoo's sleepy features, the blonde began to watch his waking lover stretch his torso.

 

The brunette's arms, which were resting randomly on either side of him, began to move. They straightened upwards, his palms facing the headboard of the bed. His shoulders rose too, and his legs became two straight lines. After stretching his body for a solid three seconds, Taekjoo heard his back crack audibly. He turned his body to the side while stretching for the second time, but the sunlight entering through his closed eyelids disturbed him. The grimacing brunette yawned, his chin joining his snapping limbs.

 

As his consciousness slowly returned, his training from his old spy job kicked in and he realised that there was a being ,probably human, near him. The presence of a threatening person would have alerted the old Taekjoo, but he no longer needed to see who it was. With a sleepy smile on his face, Taekjoo opened his eyes and squinted.

 

“Good morning, mhmmn.” grumbled Taekjoo, looking up at Zhenya. His lover's hair glistened in the sunlight as he returned his gaze with a look of fondness. The blonde giant added to his handsomeness with his beautiful face, which contrasted with his glorious body. Taekjoo wouldn't have admitted it, but he liked waking up in the morning and looking at his lover's face. His gaze and youthful features were like a balm for his soul, which had been honed by years of stress and suffering.

 

Zhenya grinned at the cuteness of the brunette’s face, who’s looking at him like he had hung the stars. He was also trying to avoid his raging boner. When the blonde realized the futile attempt, he effortlessly snagged a decoration pillow and positioned on his lap in pretense to put his arms above it. Luckily, Taekjoo didn’t understand the meaning behind this action with the help of grogginess.

 

“Good morning, sunshine.” Zhenya joked, watching Taekjoo's smile grow.

 

“Shut up.” he muttered, but there was no rancour in his tone. Taekjoo, whose vision had finally cleared, grabbed Zhenya's face with his left hand and pushed it back.

 

“Ouch, you're hurting me.” Zhenya whined, taking the index finger in his face into his mouth and beginning to nibble it.

 

“Hey, stop it.” Taekjoo snapped, trying to pull his hand away, but Zhenya wouldn't stop biting his index finger. The bite didn't hurt, but Zhenya held the nail firmly between his teeth.

 

“Zhenya, come on. I've just woken up.” Taekjoo said, half laughing and half exasperated. Sun rays were fully illuminating the right side of his body as they entered the room. The duvet, the decoration pillow and the baggy T-shirt he was wearing were starting to overwhelm him. Taekjoo gave Zhenya an angry look and waited for his childish lover to stop gnawing his index finger. Finally realizing the message, Zhenya giggled and released Taekjoo's finger. The brunette noticed the dramatic look on his lover's face as he rubbed his finger, which had teeth marks on it, against his T-shirt.

 

“What happened?”

 

“Why are you swiping your finger Taekjoo, that is so absurd. Just earlier night my tongue was in your asshol-“

 

“That is why I am swiping, you bastard!” Taekjoo’s ears were tomato red. Even though he was with Zhenya for longer than 2 years, he still couldn’t get used to his lover’s crudeness and brutal honesty. Maybe he was much more naive than what he seemed.

 

‘Really hard to perceive him as a naive person.’ thought Taekjoo. In fact, from a broader perspective, it wasn't so strange. Zhenya was a man who, due to the circumstances of his upbringing and his natural disposition, was incapable of understanding the simple moral and non-verbal rules that most people can understand. He had not grown up in society; he had always lived in isolation and developed under strict rules. He was not mentally impaired; on the contrary, he had a mind that could be called genius. However, very simple social rules were like complex trigonometry questions to him. Although this was mostly due to the environment in which he developed, his overwhelming emotions, pure love for Taekjoo, and childish reactions to his siblings made it clear that his behavior was due to his own naivety rather than the power of the environment. Now that he thought about it, it made more sense to the brunette. A sense of protectiveness fired within him for no reason. Zhenya belonged to him, and he would protect his lover's annoying naivety. He promised himself that.

 

‘Anyway, he was so naive yesterday.’ when he thought like that Taekjoo got fumbled, his heart started to beat rapidly, their previous sex sessions started to came into his head. He felt a tingling in his lower abdomen.

 

‘Stop it Taekjoo.’ he got embarrassed with himself. The brunette tried to shake the memories out of his mind.

 

“Why do you think your ass is dirty, and why are you nodding?” Zhenya asked, looking tense. What was going on? Was he expecting another seizure? It was highly unlikely, though; there must be another reason. His hands, which were resting on the pillow, started to move rhythmically while he waited for answers to his questions.

 

“Hmm... Oh, I was just nodding my head because something just came to my mind.” Taekjoo replied. He tried to hide it, but his ears flushed red.

 

“Ohh… What kind of thought came to your mind, hmm?” Zhenya asked, already having an idea. His lover’s ears and the rest of his face gave away the fact that his thoughts were not innocent. His face suddenly broke into a flirtatious smile.

 

“...” Taekjoo couldn’t bear to look at the flirtatious smile. He knew the blonde was fueling his insatiable libido, but the brunette still couldn’t grasp the situation.

 

“I wonder if it was just thoughts about yesterday's entertainment. We don't know.” Zhenya spoke sweetly, as though they were discussing the weather instead of his provocative words. He took sharp breaths, the blonde’s nose moving ever closer to his left side. His deep blue eyes resembled those of a crocodile that had caught its prey in the water. When he didn’t get any protests from Taekjoo, he put his nose into the brunette’s neck crevice and began to inhale with vigor. Taekjoo let out a tiny gasp, Zhenya’s nose was tickling his neck. It felt bizarre.

 

“Hey it tickles you bastard!” Taekjoo gasped again. The odd sensation was not unpleasant. When he saw Zhenya, he was climbing on top him, he felt the headboard against his back and Zhenya in front of him. The blonde slowly snaked his arms under Taekjoo’s shirt along with touching his abdomen and waist. Taekjoo shuddered at the reaction of his lover’s cold hands ghosting over his skin. Zhenya started to kiss his neck, nibbling his jaw. There were already enough hickey marks in Taekjoo’s skin yet the blonde was determined to find the blank spaces and suck them.

 

“Oi, stop-ah” Taekjoo was trying escape from Zhenya’s grasp, nevertheless he didn’t even budge. He had to stop this or the circumstances would end with him moaning with Zhenya’s cock deep in his ass.

 

“Shhht, come on Zainka, can’t we play once?” Zhenya’s soothing voice didn’t match with his rough actions. He sucked his lover’s skin frantically, similar to a dehydrated man on a desert.

 

“Ahhss, Zhenya sto-haa, bastard!” Taekjoo groaned. He didn’t have much energy to please Zhenya enough. They had been doing it for all night, his ass and tights were sore like he had run all day. The brunette felt a little bit hopeless, the mood was becoming more and more erotic.

 

“Zhenya stopp, hhnn, I don’t-ahss have stamina”
Taekjoo yelled.

 

“It’s okay Taekjoo, you’ll feel splendid.” Zhenya coaxed him. He gave him a filthy smile and kissed the brunette’s lips, cutting off his breathing. A wet, hot tongue rushed in and sucked Taekjoo’s tongue. When he tried to protest in anger, Zhenya twisted his head and stuck his tongue into brunette’s half-closed lips. His long tongue rushed and sucked Taekjoo's, his ragged breaths were swallowed without a trace remaining.

 

Meanwhile, Taekjoo was becoming breathless and hot, his traitorous body was getting aroused and his mind was turning fuzzier. He instinctively tried to run away, but Zhenya tightly grabbed his waist and slid his hands into Taekjoo’s underwear, kneading his plump buttocks. Taekjoo let out a yelp in Zhenya’s kiss. The crashed mouths were exchanging breaths and groans.

 

“Taekjoo, relax my love. I will be gentle.”

 

“Yeah, uhm, and I bought that lie, ahss!” Zhenya suddenly bit his lower lip and pulled the flesh away with his teeth. He stopped biting and licked the wounded lip.

 

“I swear I will be gentle to you.” Zhenya promised to him. He would be for the sake of his lover’s health. Taekjoo was not in a shape like the old times, he was more fragile and tired. The blonde didn’t have the courage to go harsh on his body. He looked intently at his eyes, gaze unwavering. Telling that he was in fact, not lying. Taekjoo glanced at his gaze, looking baffled.

 

Zhenya halted for a second, then unlike his previous kiss, he lightly kissed him. It was a sweet gesture, Taekjoo relaxed instantly. They started to peck each other with their lips, rubbing their bodies and touching each other. It was a sweet break for the foreplay. The brunette put his hand onto the blonde’s cheek and asked.

 

“Will you… Or are you just bullshitting?”

 

Zhenya laughed, his long lashes fluttering. He scooted Taekjoo down into the mattress. Taekjoo intertwined their finger with his left hand and place them upwards. Zhenya grinned at this gesture and responded with kissing him feverishly. He licked every nook and cranny in his mouth, memorizing every detail, teeth and that moist tongue. Settled between Taekjoo’ open thighs, he began to strip him from his oversized shirt, he pulled the t-shirt over his arms and tossed to the side of the bed. He took off his underwear in one go, the cold air flooded into his crotch, Taekjoo flinched. Zhenya licked his lips at the lustful sight of his Zainka, his plump breasts covered with bites and his significantly smaller dick looking half-erected.

 

‘Salivating’ he thought. The blonde grabbed his left thigh and pushed away, spreading the legs further. He slithered his hand to the brunette’s plump ass and detached his right hand from Taekjoo’s grasp. With one hand he took out a half-used gel bottle from the next drawer, the other hand massaging his hole, loosening him up. Taekjoo shivered. The blonde found the gel and emptied the entire bottle on his ass. The gel slid through his buttocks to his crack and to his entrance. The cold sensation to his exposed hole felt freakish. With enough lube, Zhenya inserted two big fingers, scratching his mucus membrane with his short cut nails.

 

“Hgmn.” Taekjoo grunted. He didn’t even know the number of times Zhenya had fingered him, but for some reason, he couldn’t get used to that feeling. His hole stretched at the intrusion, the spot where the prostate was located started to tingle. Zhenya did some scissoring motions with his fingers, before adding his ring finger. He was pushing his fingers deeper, all the way to the knuckles and curled them. Taekjoo’s thigh muscles reacted to the stimulation given and trembled, his already erect penis also rose up and drooled. Zhenya’s mouth drew a long arc.

 

“Is this place felt good?” he curled his fingers deeper to that direction.

 

“Ahh, Fuck… Stop teasing and put it.” Taekjoo groaned. He was getting restless. He grabbed the blonde’s hair and pulled him a careless kiss. He stuck his tongue into Zhenya’s mouth first to lead the kiss. Zhenya was still fingering him with passion. Taekjoo couldn’t stand the stimulation and yanked his lover’s head away from the kiss.

 

“Put.It.In.Now” he growled. Zhenya became harder at the bold command. If his lover wanted his cock, he sure would get it. He pulled down his sweatpants just enough to free his already hard cock and balls. Precum was oozing out of the tip, the whole dick flushed dark red. The fingers were retreated from the now-loosened hole, then a heavy, hot lump of flesh suddenly entered in it. The hole that had been soft expanded to it’s full size, the mucus membrane swallowed the cock with immense pressure, the rim got white.

 

“Haaaa, ahh.” Taekjoo moaned, his insides tingling vigorously. Zhenya’s dick twitched while going deeper. Taekjoo’ hands, which were holding the blonde’s hair and his arm, tightened their grip. Soon after, the bastard’s pelvis and his buttocks collided. Taekjoo let out a grunt. His insides felt like they were mashing up with the blonde’s cock. He could feel the whole length in his bowels. His prostate was becoming itchy.

 

“Uhmm…Eung,uh!”

 

“Haa, still not loose enough, how?” Zhenya ask incredulously while pounding his cock faster. They did the whole night but looked like the brunette’s immaculate body repaired himself. He would change that. He slammed balls deep his cock in one go and waited for a second, then he whirled the dick around inside the inner walls.

 

“Uh, Ughn” Taekjoo squirmed. The flesh mimicked a tentacle inside his ass, brushing against every sensitive spot. Zhenya then found his prostate and changed the angle of his insertion, ramming non-stop into the stifling heat.

 

“Eungh, uhn, uh, ahn, ah, agh, ahnn!” The cock was visible from his belly, molding itself into the mucus membrane, also poking at the itchy spot. The blonde always knew the place of his prostate, he could even find it in blindfold.

 

‘We can try that too.’ Zhenya thought while watching his dick imprinting it’s presence into his lover’s belly. Taekjoo was scowling at him, probably because of the discomfort, it was not enough for him. He muzzled his face into the brunette’s chest and began to bite on the left breast, deliberately skipping the nipple. Taekjoo clenched his jaw, the pleasure was overtaking the pain. Zhenya was edging him like always, savoring his breasts because of his never ending infantile regression.

 

“Zhenya, augh… ahs, Uhh!” just as he about to complain the blonde sucked the ignored nipple vigorously, same as a newborn baby. A lightning of pleasure surged through him. Every time he sucked his breasts, he felt like something was sucked out of him as well. The left nipple soon became erected, the abused nub stood upright. Zhenya grinned, he quickened his pace and latched onto the other nipple, loving the squishy, chocolatey breasts his lover had. They would easily compete with other large-breasted women. He wanted to wrap his cock with them or buy a lace bra for him to dress as a sexy bunny boy. Taekjoo was his biggest living fantasy dream, he wanted everything with his Zainka and he would definitely do them in future. He cupped the left breast, flicking the erect nipple with his index finger and also lightly grazing the other nipple with his teeth to give enough care for both of the breasts.

 

“Ouh, Zhenya, ugh, stop, eugh, haa…” Taekjoo could not stop the sounds coming out of his mouth. His left hand was tightly held the blonde’s hair. As he played with his right nipple, instead of pushing him he shoved him closer to his nipple, wanting the pleasure even though he couldn’t voice it. However, Zhenya didn’t need to hear him confess that, he gladly would milk his big breasts. After satisfied with the result, he pulled his mouth out of his swollen nipple and looked at Taekjoo. The bitten breasts looked heavenly, peppered with the previous hickeys and with swollen nipples. He kissed the brunette fiercely, swallowing his moans while he thrusted his cock balls deep in his ass.

 

Zhenya pulled his sweatpants lower and grabbed Taekjoo’s chin, continuing to kiss him without a break. When the brunette stubbornly turned his face away from Zhenya to breathe, he immediately chased after him and kissed him again. He began to give his weight to Taekjoo, suffocating him with his giant frame.

 

‘What if I touch that.’ he thought while feeling his dick’s bump through him. Zhenya grasped Taekjoo’s waist, arching his back. The bump became more visible as he thrusted his cock.

 

“Augh, hu, ha, ah, eugh, euh, uhm, uh, ah, ahn, oh, ooh!” the brunette’s whole body was burning up and in edge, he could feel the veins in the cock despite the hard pace. The blonde’s dick was going to make a hole in his belly. The lube had been forming bubbles between his rim and Zhenya’s cock as a result of the intense friction. Some of them were dripping down on the bedsheets through Zhenya’s thighs. Taekjoo was starting to become exhausted, he was reaching his climax and the big flesh was making him nauseated. He felt claustrophobic. Suddenly, the dick which had been pulled out, rammed straight into his ribcage. Taekjoo screamed, the cock was pushing itself directly into his diaphragm, vibrating his ribcage and the organs inside. That’s because Zhenya was thumbing firmly onto his dick’s bulge in his belly.

 

“Oouugh! Fuck! Ugh, Oughh! Ooohh!” Taekjoo’s feet were clenched with his legs shaking. He was screaming wantonly, foamy saliva dripping out from the corners of his mouth. He accidentally bit his tongue. Zhenya lunged at him and kissed him, licking his lips furiously. His irritated tongue and the blonde’s tongue tasted each other, a faint flavor of blood neutralizing by the sweet saliva that had been mixed with it. The cock was rubbing mercilessly between his inner walls, the tip piercing his prostate again and again. Waterfall of pleasure and pain rained down on him. Zhenya was thumbing so hard, an indent formed in his belly where the dick was bulging. The giant flesh was squished between his spine and the layers of his internal organs. The unidentified object’s tip was hitting his diaphragm, the glans were stretching his rim and the body was rearranging his bowels while entering nonstop. The brunette tasted his stomach acid due to his thick cock crushing his intestines. It was much, too much, he couldn’t, he couldn’t take it anymore!

 

“Aaugh! Zhenya! Agh, slow, Ugh! Slow! Uh, Please! Agh, Aaaaghh!” Zhenya’s steel hold in his waist grew stronger, then with two hands he pounced more rabidly on his ass, still thumbing the bump. The angle was making his large balls smacking into Taekjoo’s buttocks, creating rhythmic thumping sounds.

 

“Haa…Taekjoo, huh, uh” Zhenya panted while lifting Taekjoo’s waist more. He was in a trance of satisfaction. The warm, tight tunnel inside the brunette’s body was driving him to ecstasy. He had risen to his knees, pulled his sweatpants all the way down and driving his dick all the way to the shaft. His shirt was crumpled, hair sticking onto his forehead and beads of sweat pouring out from his temples. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, listening his lover’s wails and feeling his cock reaching it’s climax, his balls were inflated and waiting the exact moment to cum.

 

Taekjoo’s back resembled an inverted u shape, legs all the way high. His head was tilted back, sweat and tears flowing down on his forehead to his hair. His eyes were blurring from the tears, only seeing the red, hot euphoria; mouth agape. His mouth was drooling because of the shouting. His mind was both fuzzy and clear, he could feel every strand on his hair, feel the texture of the bedsheets beneath his fingers. His body was shivering ferociously. The overwhelming nausea and fatigue was spinning his head. Zhenya had to stop, he had to, had to stop he’s cummi-

 

“Aaauuhhhgg!” Taekjoo came with a cry, his whole body convulsing with the orgasm. He cummed like a pressurized water coming from a hose. His semen splattered into his bouncing breasts and his stiff neck. His eyes rolled back, body numbing. He passed out about three seconds before regaining his consciousness. He pried his eyes open, saw the blonde in a trance as he fucked him still. The aftershocks of orgasm was making his stomach churn, it was not normal. He tried to tell Zhenya.

 

“Ah…Zhenya…” Taekjoo could only mumble. He had used all of his energy, he couldn’t even lift his fingers. The headboard ,which he was looking at, felt three kilometers far from him. His vision blurred, he needed to tell Zhenya, tell Zhenya to stop, to stop…he needed to stop…Zhenya…

 

Zhenya was reaching his climax, his pace irregular. He was pulling his dick only halfway and slamming it right back in a second. His pelvis wouldn’t even collide with his ass. He just needed more friction for his cock, a little bit more friction, a little bit more to just cum-

 

“Ugh, Haaa…” Zhenya groaned. At that moment, his cock exploded violently, shaking his huge body. Taekjoo’s inner walls ,which had been pulsing weakly, were drenched in sticky semen and squelched in the thick aftertaste. Zhenya took a deep breath, his sweat drying up.

 

“Haa…Hmm Taekjoo” Zhenya called out to Taekjoo and leaned into him to rub his face against his hair. He drew out his softened cock, globs of cum were leaking through the brunette’s gaping hole. He smelled his lover’s sweaty hair and kissed him, hugging his body to embrace him after eloping with each other.

 

“That was good right Zainka…Taekjoo?” Zhenya asked. When he received no response from his lover, he hurriedly lifted his head from Taekjoo's sweat-soaked hair. He stared anxiously at the brunette's face, covered in sweat and cum. His face was contorted in pain and his eyes were tightly shut. There were dried tear marks beside his eyes. His mouth was agape and smeared with the drool from his screams, which had soaked the sheets he was lying on. His body was as still as a sack. He didn't look well at all. Zhenya was starting to feel stressed. He touched the brunette's forehead, unsure whether he was exhausted from sex or about to have a seizure. His forehead was hot, probably from exhaustion. As Zhenya tried to reassure himself, he noticed the tray next to the bed. Knowing that giving Taekjoo the medicine would help no matter what, the blonde man quickly got up and reached for the tray. At that moment, Taekjoo, who was unconscious, began to wheeze.

 

“Taekjoo?” Zhenya took the medicine bottle and rushed to his wheezing lover. Just as he was about to unscrew the lid, he looked at Taekjoo, who was gasping for air with his mouth open and breathing laboriously. Suddenly, Taekjoo's body began to convulse; this was his second seizure since Brazil. His naked body shook wildly; his eyelids were partly-closed, only the whites of his eyes visible. Muffled sounds escaped from his half-open mouth. Zhenya placed his ear against Taekjoo's chest, oh no…no, no, no, he was drowning, he was drowning in his saliva!

 

“Taekjoo!” Zhenya cried, pressing his trembling left index and middle fingers hard against his lover's swollen tongue. The blonde tried to steady his breathing and held his ear to the brunette's chest. Zhenya hoped only that the brunette’s stifled breathing would subside and tried to free his convulsing body as much as possible.

 

“Please, Taekjoo… Come on, please.” Zhenya pleaded, searching the depths of his stress-ridden mind. What should he do? He had to do something; Taekjoo was drowning. Taekjoo was drowning! He had to do something! He cried out in despair, his scream echoing through the mansion like the howling of a monster. The sweat, dried after sex, poured from his forehead like water again in fear. Taekjoo had been drowning for 42 seconds; if he didn't do something, he would die! Calming his pounding heart, he began to think… Turning the brunette onto his side was the last thing that came on his mind, Zhenya wasted no time and got to work. Writhing and wheezing like a fish fresh from the sea, Taekjoo's feet began to get tangled in the covers on the bed. Zhenya held Taekjoo's waist gently with his right hand, never removing his fingers from the brunette's tongue. He was drooling due to the fingers in his mouth and the seizure, his teeth were trembling like his entire body, and he was biting the blonde’s fingers. None of this mattered to Zhenya; he was ready to cut off his fingers if necessary to ensure his lover's survival. Grabbing the brunette's waist, the blonde turned his body to the right, his knee forming a wall for Taekjoo to lean against, his free hand working to unravel the blanket tangled around the brunette's feet. Thank God, Taekjoo's wheezing had begun to subside within nine seconds of being turned onto his side, his breathing gradually returning.

 

Zhenya, freeing his cramped feet from the covers, threw the heavy duvet to the floor with one hand in a moment of anxiety and anger. The blonde, leaning his head over Taekjoo's his mouth, heard his breathing returning to normal and let out a shaky breath. They were nine seconds into the third minute of his seizure. The new seizure, far longer than the previous one, was alarming, but all Zhenya could focus on at that moment was his lover's regular breathing. The blonde, who wouldn't remove his fingers from his mouth until Taekjoo's breathing had fully stabilized, was convinced by the twenty-first second of the third minute that the brunette was finally breathing regularly. With his right hand, he stroked his lover's back, who was still experiencing minor tremors, and with the hand he had just removed from his mouth, he stroked the brunette's sweat-soaked hair.

 

“It's over, Taekjoo. It's over, my love.” Zhenya said, trying to comfort himself as much as his lover. He left wet kisses on the black hair of the brunette. After forty-five seconds of the third minute had passed, he realized that the seizure had finally stopped. Taekjoo, who had convulsed into the fetal position, suddenly collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, as if all his tendons had been severed. The seizure had sapped the brunette's body of energy just like the previous sexual session. Seeing Taekjoo's limp body, Zhenya's body, rigid with anxiety, also relaxed, and the tears that had gathered in his eyes began to flow down his cheeks. Feeling as if he had aged thirty years, the blonde gazed at the pale figure of his naked lover.
Bites and hickeys decorating all his skin, hand marks stamped onto his waist and cum oozing from his abused asshole.

 

He looked so tired…He had tired him out…Zhenya had tired him out, he had tired him, even though he promised. He hurt him… He knew, he knew he couldn’t take it, he knew that but he hurt him! He hurt him! No, he didn’t, he couldn’t…They didn’t, no, they didn’t fuck that much, no, he enjoyed it, he, he even cummed. It couldn’t, couldn’t be that harsh, no, no… He almost died, Oh Lord… He almost died! Zhenya was hyperventilating, he possibly couldn’t have done that to his lover, he… he was loving him, he was loving him so much…he couldn’t, he couldn’t have done that, no… He promised him, he promised him to be, to be gentle. He promised him to be gentle! No… Oh God! He had done that, no, no, No! He promis-

 

“...Zhenya” Taekjoo whispered through his closed eyelids, searching for his lover, Zhenya. He felt like he weighed ten tons, unable to open his eyes, and at the same time, there was a strange taste in his mouth. His body didn't move at all, completely numb. The gentle breeze was gradually cooling his naked body, but he was exhausted, unable to do anything.

 

The moment he realized Taekjoo was whispering to him, he hurried over to him. Even though his eyes were closed, it was clear his lover was still awake. Zhenya hugged him from behind, his breathing ragged. He needed to feel the brunette alive, needed to feel his presence. He began to kiss his neck and the hair on his nape longingly. His lips brushed against his dark hair, trembling. When he felt his chest tighten, he buried his nose in his lover's hair and began to take long, deep breaths. Zhenya thanked the God he hadn't believed in before. Taekjoo, however, felt relief the moment he realized it was Zhenya hugging him from back. His entire exhausted body relaxed even more under the blonde's wet kisses. He had no idea how he ended up in here, but he probably had his second seizure. Yes, that's probably what had happened. Feeling the need to ask Zhenya what had happened, Taekjoo summoned his last remaining energy and tried to talk to Zhenya.

 

“…What…happened?” Zhenya grew even more emotional when he heard his lover’s voice, tears streaming down his face. Burying his face in the brunette’s hair, Zhenya finally answered Taekjoo after a long time.

 

“…I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry,” the blonde silently apologized, intertwining the fingers of Taekjoo’s left hand with his own. Feeling the wind chill his lover’s pale body, Zhenya stopped hugging him. He pulled the duvet he’d thrown next to the bed with one hand, spreading it over Taekjoo’s limp body. Cocooning him with the blanket, Zhenya lay down next to Taekjoo’s cocoon, pulling the brunette close to him, eager to touch his lover once more.

 

“What happened?” Taekjoo asked one last time, feeling his exertion reach its limit. He was engulfed in the duvet, and Zhenya was beside him, hugging him tightly. His tired body felt at ease, and treacherous sleep surrounded his mind.

 

"...You had a seizure," Zhenya muttered a single sentence, watching Taekjoo succumb to sleep. His lover's fluttering eyelids smoothed out, his breathing deepened, and his heart rate slowed. Watching the brunette calmly asleep beside him, Zhenya began to observe the day through the open window as it turned into late afternoon.

 

The sun's rays turned from yellow to orange, and finally to crimson red. The once harsh light was fading, the wind had long since died down. He watched the setting sun's rays sting his eyes for an undetermined amount of time, until the room was bathed in crimson. Patterns of hyacinths, anemones, and carnations on the stained glass reflected on the bed, to him. As the sun set, Zhenya slowly sat up in bed, placed the pillow ,which was next to the headboard, under Taekjoo's sleeping head, and got out of the bed. He shuffled quietly to the door.

He left the door open as he left the room.

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