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A quiet evening sitting in the sofa, catching up on work, and basking on the silence beside his lover is broken by a few simple but meaningful words.
“What did you say?” Sheng Shaoyou looks up from the documents he’s reading.
“I said, I’m giving up on Mr. Sheng.” Hua Yong says, tone firm, almost cold and emotionless. The faint light behind him gives him some sort of halo, making him look like an angel that has descended to earth to hurt Sheng Shaoyou.
Hua Yong never talks to him like that. It catches him off guard, making him blink twice in confusion. Even after finding out that Hua Yong is also an Alpha like him, which leads to him not wanting anything to do with the other, Hua Yong has kept on pestering him.
But what’s this?
Ha!
“Oh?” Sheng Shaoyou cocks a brow at him, eyes narrowing, suspicious. “Finally got tired of chasing me, huh?”
Something like hurt flashes through Hua Yong’s eyes but the other schools his expression quickly, now cold and calculating. He probably looks like this as the controller of X Holdings. What a liar.
“Something like that.” Hua Yong says, shrugging, looking nonchalant. “Mr. Sheng won’t change his mind anyways. So why should I stay?”
Sheng Shaoyou inhales a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he nods because he’s tired of Hua Yong’s bullshit. He knows Hua Yong will come back. After all the lies he’s told Sheng Shaoyou, he’s giving up this easily?
Sheng Shaoyou doesn’t believe him.
“Fine.” Sheng Shaoyou picks the documents and starts sifting through them again. “Leave before I throw you out.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Sheng.” Hua Yong says, leaving just like that.
No begging, no teary eyes, no tight hugs or forceful kisses.
Sheng Shaoyou is kind of pissed.
But whatever.
Hua Yong will probably come back tomorrow.
*
Tomorrow comes and Hua Yong is not there beside him when he wakes up.
In the hopes of catching Hua Yong in the act of coming back home with that shameless smile on his face, Sheng Shaoyou has gone to bed extremely late. He doesn’t even know when he’s fallen asleep. He only knows the fact that when he wakes up, Hua Yong will be there, stuck to him like glue.
But he wakes up to no one.
He expects to see the other man in the kitchen but he’s also not there. Nothing is there.
No Chinese breakfast on the countertop, no hot coffee because his stomach is sensitive to cold drinks nowadays. No nothing.
There is only the silence and him in this vast space he calls a home.
Sheng Shaoyou sighs then chuckles to himself.
“Alright,” he says to the empty apartment, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s play this game.”
And does he play the game.
Sheng Shaoyou does not react when Hua Yong comes with Shen Wenlang as his ‘secretary’ on one of their meetings.
Of course, Hua Yong is pretending. That lunatic only wants to bother him.
But as the meeting progresses, Hua Yong does not do anything. He barely looks at Sheng Shaoyou, he barely talks, barely has a scent. It’s like he’s a wallflower, trying to disappear in the room full of businessmen who’s partially talking about X Holdings and Shengfang Biotech’s collaboration.
Sheng Shaoyou is jittery.
This game is becoming annoying.
But he refuses to lose.
So he doesn’t look at Hua Yong when they say their goodbyes, Shen Wenlang rolling his eyes at their antics and throwing a few mocking words that he ignores with a sneer of his own. Asshole.
Sheng Shaoyou will win this game, no matter what.
Hua Yong thinks he won’t last without him but he’s always lived alone; he’s always been alone— it was only him and his thoughts until Hua Yong has started invading his space. It has always been him and only him against the world until Hua Yong came and messed it up.
Sheng Shaoyou can live without him.
Back to the old days.
*
Li Baiqiao is a nosy friend who’s always up for trouble.
So when Sheng Shaoyou starts to become restless in the empty apartment, missing Hua Yong too much but denies it even to himself, he accepts the invitation to go drinking at the club.
What? Hua Yong is not here anymore. Does that mean he should just stay inside and be boring like he’s done after getting in a relationship with Hua Yong? No! Now that he’s free, he can do whatever he wants.
So he does.
It’s also to lure the other man out. What Sheng Shaoyou knows about Hua Yong is that he’s possessive and territorial. He gets jealous easily by just Sheng Shaoyou sitting beside an Omega. And he knows, Hua Yong has eyes everywhere, in every nook and cranny of Jiang Hu where Sheng Shaoyou might find himself in.
So, he drinks.
To forget, to find courage, he doesn’t know. All he knows is the burn of the alcohol sliding down his throat hurts less than being ignored by the very man he’s been in love with for months.
A few drinks in, Li Baiqiao sits beside him while grinning and pouring more whiskey on his glass.
“So did you break up with Ah-Yong?” He asks, fishing for gossip.
Sheng Shaoyou huffs, downs his drink before saying, “Who knows. Who cares about him.”
Li Baiqiao chuckles, “Can I pursue him then? Ah-Yong is such a beauty! How can you let him go?”
Let him go? Sheng Shaoyou did?
He can only laugh loudly, alcohol starting to kick in. He feels dazed and crazed and—
Hua Yong let him go. Not the other way around.
He realises it hurts just a little. Maybe a lot.
It’s been over a week since Hua Yong has left him and Sheng Shaoyou keeps on waking up, expecting the other man to be there to prepare his clothes, to cook him breakfast, to kiss him until he’s pounding on his chest, to keep him awake in bed until three in the morning.
He’s even losing sleep because Hua Yong’s warmth and scent is slowly disappearing from their bedroom. Sheng Shaoyou clings to Hua Yong’s pillow, nose tuck on it, breathing the scent of intense orchid.
How can this dumbass Li Baiqiao say he let Hua Yong go? Okay, maybe he did but he’s always thought Hua Yong would come back to him. He always does.
But maybe not this time.
“Shut up,” Sheng Shaoyou frowns.
Li Baiqiao, sensing that Sheng Shaoyou is in a bad mood, raises his hands in a placating manner, giving up on talking about the gorgeous Omega.
“Alright, alright,” Li Baiqiao pats Sheng Shaoyou’s shoulder. “Here, let me pour you more alcohol. Let’s not talk about Ah-Yong.”
Sheng Shaoyou glares at him before gulping down the new drink on his hand. He keeps on drinking and drinking while talking to his friends and some omegas until he’s dizzy and feels so fucking hot.
An Omega touches his chest and Sheng Shaoyou wants to slap his hand away but he’s got little to no strength left and couldn't care less about this omega. So he just clicks his tongue and leaves the hand there.
The hand only rests on his body for only a few seconds before it disappears. He blinks his eyes open and sees Hua Yong.
Or maybe it’s a hallucination.
“Mr. Sheng, you’re not behaving.” Hua Yong says, grabbing his arms and lifting him up easily.
He looks gorgeous in this lighting, the slowly flashing lights in the room hits his face in a way that accentuates his cheekbones and dark eyes that's filled with indecipherable emotions.
“Hua Yong,” Sheng Shaoyou slurs, almost drunk out of his mind. “You’re here.”
Hua Yong slowly drags him out of the room they’re in, ignoring Li Baiqiao’s drunken goodbyes.
“Why are you here?” Sheng Shaoyou questions, voice quiet, barely having strength to talk. “You left me.”
Hua Yong leads him outside, to the waiting car. The night air sobers him up a little but not enough to walk by himself. Hua Yong settles him inside the waiting car carefully, pulling up the partition for privacy before facing Sheng Shaoyou, eyes dark and intense.
“I did not,” Hua Yong replies easily. “I’ll never leave you.” He says, caressing Sheng Shaoyou’s soft cheeks, warm and flushed from the alcohol.
“Yes, you did.” Sheng Shaoyou leans onto his touch, the smell of orchid soothing him. It feels nice finally smelling the pheromone scent directly from its source and not from a week old pillow case. “You left me alone and never came back.”
“I’m here now,” Hua Yong places a soft kiss on his lips. “I was just teaching Mr. Sheng a lesson.”
Sheng Shaoyou snaps his eyes open at those words. The other’s confession is like a cold water dumped on his intoxicated body, his gaze momentarily clearing, becoming fierce, defiant.
“Lesson?” He throws Hua Yong’s hand off sloppily, glaring at the beautiful man. “Lesson on what? Haven’t you deceived me enough? When will you stop—“ he hesitates, turning his head to look out the car window. He sighs, closing his eyes, still dizzy and gaze unfocused once again. “Forget it. Leave after you drop me off.”
Sheng Shaoyou will get used to loneliness once again. He’ll wake up, drink coffee, get dressed, work, repeat.
Being lonely is better than being played and deceived.
Especially by someone he loves.
Even though he truly does love Hua Yong; even after all the manipulations and lies he’s told Sheng Shaoyou, after all the hurt he has to endure, he does love Hua Yong.
But his heart can only take so much beating. Bruised and broken and weak, Sheng Shaoyou does not know if he’ll come out of this relationship sane.
Maybe he’ll go insane. He does feel insane sometimes. Especially when it comes to Hua Yong.
“I can’t do that,” Hua Yong grabs his hand, holding onto it tightly. “Mr. Sheng is my life. I will not leave you again.”
Sheng Shaoyou does not say anything in reply, swallowing the words he wants to hurl towards the other because Hua Yong is a liar. He takes and takes and Sheng Shaoyou lets him.
He lets Hua Yong take until there is nothing left of him. If— or when, the other leaves with all that Sheng Shaoyou has, then what’s left of him? An empty shell, broken and defeated.
It’s laughable. He is laughable that he can’t even laugh at all.
Loving someone despite all the things they’ve done to him; this is what they call love is blind. This is what they call stupidly in love.
He sounds pathetic.
He is pathetic.
The car arrives shortly after and Hua Yong helps him walk to the elevator up to their apartment. He stumbles a couple of times, tripping on nothing but Hua Yong is steady, holding him close gently.
When they arrive inside, Sheng Shaoyou immediately shoves Hua Yong off, dragging his feet towards the bedroom while taking off his clothes haphazardly.
Hua Yong follows him, kicking every piece of clothing on the floor, reminding himself to throw them later. The smell of Omega is strong in those pieces.
“Don’t come.” Sheng Shaoyou says as he enters the bedroom, slamming the door close.
Hua Yong doesn’t listen, blocking the door from closing and following him inside while watching the S-Alpha strip the rest of his clothes off. He sits on the bed, struggling with his shirt clips, eyes blinking rapidly, unable to focus.
“Let me help you, Mr. Sheng.” Hua Yong finally approaches, kneeling on the floor in front of Sheng Shaoyou who’s cursing the clips for being too diffucult to take off today.
“I told you to leave,” Sheng Shaoyou says, voice quiet but clear. He stops struggling with the shirt clips and allows Hua Yong to help him.
Hua Yong drags the shirt clip down the Alpha’s legs, leaving them on the floor after.
“I can’t do that, Mr. Sheng,” He replies as he drags the other clip down the Alpha’s thighs, his hands lingering on the warm and smooth skin.
Sheng Shaoyou blinks at him, lips forming into a frown. He does not understand Hua Yong and his mind games. Sheng Shaoyou is a straightforward person, he likes what he likes, he says what he means, he loves who he loves.
But Hua Yong is not like that. He’s always playing mind games with Sheng Shaoyou and the lies he’s told is higher than Shanghai Tower. Still, he’s always forgiven him.
Sometimes, Sheng Shaoyou doesn’t want to forgive. But when he looks at Hua Yong’s face, his large eyes, dark and loving, he crumbles.
Like now.
“I don’t know what you want,” Sheng Shaoyou says, using all the strength and consciousness left in him to say the words. “When I tell you to leave, you don’t. But when I want you to stay, you leave.” He takes in a deep breath, eyes misting over. Fuck the alcohol. He’s becoming emotional. “Hua Yong, am I just a game to you? Is it so fun to deceive me— to lie to me?”
Hua Yong’s brows furrows deeply, his lips turning downward. His hands, holding onto the Alpha’s legs, tighten their hold, fingers digging on the soft skin.
“You were— are never a game to me, Mr. Sheng,” He replies, voice soft, pleading. “I love you.”
“Then why lie to me?” Sheng Shaoyou asks, vulnerable. He wants to understand but Hua Yong never answers him clearly. He’s always beating around the bush.
“I didn’t mean to,” Hua Yong sighs, hands dragging up his legs, making him twitch, before those same hands grabs his, holding tightly, painful and almost crushing his knuckles. “I’m scared Mr. Sheng won’t accept me. I was impatient.”
“You were impatient so you… left me.” Sheng Shaoyou counters, frowning and trying to shake Hua Yong’s hands off. Drunk and emotional and forcing himself to focus, Sheng Shaoyou is unable to shake Hua Yong off.
“I was wrong,” Hua Yong admits as he hugs Sheng Shaoyou’s waist, cheek pressed to the Alpha’s chest. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng Shaoyou can never say no to Hua Yong but he wants to resist once, let the other man feel the hurt he’s felt the whole time he was alone.
Pushing the other away weakly, he demands, “Let go of me.”
Hua Yong doesn’t let go because he chooses when to follow commands. He rarely does follow Sheng Shaoyou’s except when they fuck.
So, Sheng Shaoyou says, “At least make yourself useful if you’re going to cling to me.”
“What does Mr. Sheng wants?” Hua Yong asks, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He doesn’t believe that gaze. Behind those eyes, hides a scheming man, someone who controls a country, someone who’s feared by many, someone who lies to Sheng Shaoyou.
“Fuck me,” Sheng Shaoyou tilts his head, staring at Hua Yong with challenging eyes.
Hua Yong frowns, pulls away a little. “But you’re drunk.”
Sheng Shaoyou scoffs. “So? I take it anyways.”
“You’ll fall asleep,” Hua Yong grimaces while rubbing soothing circles on the Alpha’s back.
“I won’t,” Sheng Shaoyou rolls his eyes or at least tries to but he only closes it for a bit before opening them. He is tired; alcohol makes him sleepy. And coupled with the emotional stress Hua Yong has put him through for over a week, he is exhausted beyond belief.
But—
He misses Hua Yong.
He’s an Alpha, arrogant and stubborn and above everyone else but he admits he’s a fool for love because he would have never admitted to being fucked and wanting to be fucked if it’s not Hua Yong.
“And if you do?” Hua Yong cocks a brow, questioning.
Sheng Shaoyou sighs, tired of talking. “Fine, let’s not fuck.” He shrugs, then adds, “I guess you’ve had lots of fun with someone during our break, hm?”
Hua Yong suddenly stands up, jaw clenched, eyes dark as he looks down at Sheng Shaoyou.
“Are you doubting me?”
“Were they good?” Sheng Shaoyou taunts, provoking the other man. “Did they beg better than me?”
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong says, a warning.
Sheng Shaoyou leans back, supported by his hands, tilting his head up and meeting Hua Yong’s angry gaze.
Like this, Hua Yong looks more handsome than pretty. His pheromone is becoming stronger, a heady orchid that’s familiar to Sheng Shaoyou. He allows his own pheromone to come out, the bitter orange rum mixing with Hua Yong’s flower scent.
He smiles then, bittersweet, as he continues to goad Hua Yong. “I guess they exhausted you, huh? How many times a day, Ah-Yong? Twice? Thrice? Did you fuck before you came to get m—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Hua Yong is already diving down to kiss him, swallowing his words as he pulls him close by his hair, attaching his lips against Sheng Shaoyou’s own harshly.
Hua Yong kisses him messily, shoving his tongue inside, licking the roof of his mouth, sucking on his tongue; it’s wet and breathless and dizzying.
Sheng Shaoyou cannot escape the kiss. Hua Yong does not allow him to move even when he’s gasping for breath, chest heaving, hands clutching Hua Yong’s black shirt. He doesn’t stop kissing him, the wet sound of their tongues and lips smacking seems to only motivate the other to continue.
Only when Sheng Shaoyou is digging his fingers on the back of Hua Yong’s neck, where his scent gland is, does Hua Yong pull back from the kiss. He’s breathing heavily, leaning his forehead against the Alpha’s, his eyes a storm of emotions.
“Are you that desperate to be fucked, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong asks, words laced with poison, almost mocking.
Sheng Shaoyou takes in puffs of breath, eyes blinking rapidly as he licks his lips, swollen from the kiss.
“By you?” Yes. “No.” Sheng Shaoyou answers. “You can leave and I’ll go to sleep.”
Hua Yong shakes his head and proceeds to push Sheng Shaoyou’s body onto the bed, kneeling in between his legs, lips curled into a menacing smile.
“I’ll stay,” Hua Yong says, a hand trailing down from Sheng Shaoyou’s neck to the top of his chest, half-covered by his white button-up shirt. “I’ll fuck Mr. Sheng.” He leans down, lips against the other’s, as he finishes with, “Until he cries. Even if you tell me to stop, I won't. And even if you fall asleep, I’ll fuck you into waking up. I’ll fuck you until you’re full of me.”
It sounds like a promise.
Sheng Shaoyou is suddenly scared but not because of Hua Yong. He’s scared he won’t survive what Hua Yong is planning to do to him. He’s scared he won’t be able to keep up.
It’s almost exhilarating, hearing words that Hua Yong would normally not say to him.
Almost. Because he knows once this fog of need and lust and pheromones clears up, he’ll circle back into those annoying thoughts about their relationship. If there even is a relationship after this.
“Alright.” Sheng Shaoyou tilts his head up, arrogant and proud even when he’s lying down under the other man. “Let’s do it one last time. Your farewell gift to this Alpha you so love.”
At those words, Hua Yong frowns but doesn’t say anything else. His response is to lean down and kiss Sheng Shaoyou once again, hands roaming everywhere on the Alpha’s body.
Sheng Shaoyou kisses back, fierce and with the want and need he’s accumulated the past week.
He thinks to himself, if this is the last time with Hua Yong, he might as well pour all the pent up frustration he’s got in this moment.
“Still awake?”
Sheng Shaoyou blinks his eyes open, his mouth agape as he breathes heavily.
The room is bright, the overhead lighting blinding, keeping him awake. Although it burns and makes his body hotter and sweatier, he thinks it's fine because he wants to be awake while being fucked by Hua Yong.
Hua Yong is fucking him leisurely, cock moving in and out of his tight hole lazily, dragging through his walls in a maddeningly slow pace. It feels good but at the same time, it’s making him go crazy with need.
“Faster…” He demands, thighs locking around Hua Yong’s hips, pulling the other closer.
“Faster?” Hua Yong repeats, eyes tracking every movements that the Alpha makes. “But I want this to last.”
“Ah-Yong,” Sheng Shaoyou moans, clenching his hole around Hua Young’s cock, urging the man to fuck him hard and fast.
“Shaoyou,” Hua Yong groans as an answer before pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’re so tight, baby.”
Sheng Shaoyou pulls Hua Yong’s face close by his hair, fingers clutching dark strands, pulling painfully.
But as usual, Hua Yong only smiles at Sheng Shaoyou, says mockingly, softly, “That hurts, Mr. Sheng.”
“Stop fooling around,” Sheng Shaoyou tugs on his hair. “I want to come.”
Hua Yong continues to smile, eyes forming into soft crescents, yet the emotions in his gaze are conflicting. Sheng Shaoyou doesn’t bother to read into what Hua Yong is feeling right now or what he’s scheming while he’s fucking him.
He wants to come, feel that rush of pleasure in his bloodstream, hear Hua Yong moan his name as he clenches around him.
“Your wish is my command, Mr. Sheng.” Hua Yong finally nods before he sits up, hands clutching plump thighs as he pulls his hips slowly before pushing back in.
“I said faster—”
His words turns into a series of moans as Hua Yong finally starts moving fast and hard. He fucks into the Alpha with a brutal pace, cock moving in and out of his tight hole, the wet squelching sound echoing through the room, accompanied by their moans and groans.
Sheng Shaoyou looks debauched, cheeks flushed, eyes clenched shut, lips sore from kissing, mouth agape and saliva drying on his chin. He looks the very picture of someone fucked hard but very well by Hua Yong.
He’s moaning Hua Yong’s name like a prayer in between begging the other man to slow down or move faster or fuck him harder.
The Alpha cannot seem to decide if he wants Hua Yong to reorganise his insides or spare him from being unable to move tomorrow.
As usual, Hua Yong only does what he wants, he never listens. Even when Sheng Shaoyou is asking for him to slow down a bit, ah, ah, ah-yong, he does not. His thrusts becomes even rougher and punishing as he targets that sweet spot inside Sheng Shaoyou that makes him arch his back and clench his hole tightly around the other's cock.
“Hmm,” Hua Yong moans, hiking the Alpha’s legs up his waist as he leans down to bite on the other’s chest. “You feel so good, Mr. Sheng.” He says, breath fanning against flushed, sweaty skin. He nibbles on the Alpha’s nipple, tongue swirling on the hard bud before sucking on it, making Sheng Shaoyou whimper and dig his fingers on Hua Yong’s bare shoulder, leaving small imprints on pale skin.
“Ah-Yong,” Sheng Shaoyou moans. “Touch me.”
Hua Yong looks up from his place on the Alpha’s chest, hips still moving and pumping into him. He sits up, digs his fingers on supple thighs before saying, tone teasing, “I am touching you.”
Sheng Shaoyou narrows his eyes, becoming frustrated at not being able to come yet. He wants to come. It’s been too long since he’s come, ever since Hua Yong left him.
“Fuck you,” Sheng Shaoyou hisses, like an offended cat.
“I am fucking you,” Hua Yong accentuates his words by thrusting his hips in long hard thrusts, punching a couple of moans out of the Alpha’s sweet mouth.
“Not—” Sheng Shaoyou groans, pushing on Hua Yong’s chest as the other quickens his pace, cock fucking into him relentlessly, not giving him any time to talk.
“Mr. Sheng has to come like this,” Hua Yong says with a smile, sinister and dark. “It’s his punishment for doubting my love for him, hm?”
“I didn’t doubt— Ah, I didn’t…” A shudder runs through Sheng Shaoyou’s body as Hua Yong rolls his hips just right, fucking into him and hitting his sweet spot every fucking thrust.
It has him throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head, fingers clutching the sheets under him.
He could do it himself, touch his neglected cock, leaking on his stomach, begging for attention. But it’s not the same. Because every time he touches himself, it doesn’t bring him the same pleasure as when Hua Yong touches him. His body has become weird. He only finds pleasure when it’s Hua Yong touching him.
HuaYongHuaYongHuaYong.
His mind chants, becoming desperate. He doesn’t want to beg today, in this last memory with Hua Yong, he wants to keep his dignity.
“I want to come,” He gasps, twisting his head to the side, hiding his face.
Hua Yong looks at him, the way his chest heaves from the repeated small breaths he’s taking, like he’s suffocating. The way his body is moving with every thrust Hua Yong hits him, pushing into his wet hole. The way his cock is just— there, neglected, never been touched the whole night.
He looks pitiful like this.
And gorgeous. And beautiful. And all his.
“You can come.” Hua Yong states, watching as the Alpha turns to him, eyes red-rimmed, lips bitten red.
Hua Yong’s heart clenches a bit, his movements stuttering at the sight of his Alpha, eyes wet with tears.
“I can’t,” Sheng Shaoyou lets out, a rasp. “I can’t.” He repeats because he’s so frustrated. His body doesn’t listen to him, Hua Yong doesn’t listen to him. It is so infuriating to have no control on those that matters to him.
Hua Yong pauses his ministrations, leaning close and wiping the tears on the Alpha’s eyes. He stares at him, meeting Sheng Shaoyou’s pained gaze. Normally, Hua Yong would feel bad, probably grovel on his feet.
But Sheng Shaoyou is a sight to behold looking like this.
It only stirs something in him, a primal need to mess this Alpha even more.
“You can,” Hua Yong soothes him, starting to move again, fucking into the Alpha’s tight walls slowly, picking up the pace as he continues, “My Mr. Sheng can come just like this.”
Sheng Shaoyou blinks his eyes, eyelashes wet, sticking together. He frowns, brain slowly catching up. When he finally takes in Hua Yong’s words, he sneers at him.
Fuck it, he thinks and starts to take a hold of his hard cock, intending to make himself come instead of this lunatic. No matter what, a small touch might work.
But Hua Yong catches both of his hands, lips formed into a soft smile. An angelic devil.
“Nuh-uh,” Hua Yong clicks his tongue, a quiet tsk as he holds Sheng Shaoyou’s wrists with one hand over his head, trapping them against the bed. “Mr. Sheng cannot do that.”
“Hua Yong!” He shouts, moving around, twisting and turning. He doesn’t succeed much, trapped under the weight of this crazy bastard and his inhuman strength.
“Mr. Sheng is causing trouble, hm…” The scent of orchid— ghost orchid heightens, it’s not soothing, nor intimidating. It’s a different type of smell that Shaoyou remembers smelling that one time when he visited Country P for a meeting with X Holdings.
Oh.
It’s suddenly so hot.
Sheng Shaoyou's body is burning up.
Hua Yong smiles down at him as he suddenly feels more hunger for the other’s touch, feeling parched and needy, a kind of thirst that has him arching his back and meeting the other’s rough thrusts.
“Hmm…” Sheng Shaoyou moans, licking his lips as his eyes slips close, the lust running through his veins even more pronounced. He doesn’t quite understand what is happening and he doesn’t have the strength and clarity to think about it. All he knows is that Hua Yong’s cock inside him feels good and the way he’s fucking Sheng Shaoyou roughly seems like he’s trying to imprint the feeling and weight of his cock inside the Alpha’s tight walls, never to be forgotten.
“Feeling better, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong asks, voice strained as he continues to fuck Sheng Shaoyou while sweat drips down the side of his face.
Sheng Shaoyou has a brief thought of Hua Yong using his pheromones to intensify the lust burning inside him. But how? He doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t have a clear mind to think about it; all he could think about right now is Hua Yong’s cock thrusting inside him and his own cock leaking against his stomach, begging for attention.
“Come…” Sheng Shaoyou whimpers, feeling his release coming closer. “I want…”
Hua Yong releases his wrists and grabs his face, fingers holding his cheeks harshly. “Then come, baby. Come for me, okay?” He says, then presses a deep kiss on Sheng Shaoyou’s lips, his hips never missing a beat, fucking the Alpha until he’s twitching and moaning against his mouth.
Coupled with Hua Yong’s pheromones and his brutal movements, Sheng Shaoyou comes hard with Hua Yong’s tongue in his mouth, breathless and dizzy from the pleasure coursing through him. He hasn’t come this hard in ages and so when it hits him, he can’t help but moan loudly, his body becoming taut before going slack as his libido is finally satiated. His cock spurts thick, sticky liquid against his heaving stomach, coming untouched just as Hua Yong wanted.
He basks in his climax for a moment, taking in small breaths as he allows himself to settle down.
However, Hua Yong is insatiable.
He doesn’t let Sheng Shaoyou enjoy his awaited release for too long. With ease, he hikes the Alpha’s legs on his shoulders and pushes up, folding the alpha almost in half.
It is an uncomfortable position for Sheng Shaoyou, especially because his body isn’t made for…this. But Hua Yong contorts his body however he wants and fucks him deeply whenever he wants.
Just like now.
Even when he’s still sensitive from coming, Hua Yong continues to fuck him, changing in this position, fucking his cock into his wet hole even deeper. He can feel the other’s cock inside him slip deeper, like he’s trying to breed him.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong groans, looking down at him, lips pressed on his thigh, talking against the soft skin. “It’s my turn.”
Sheng Shaoyou’s thigh twitches, along with his cock, at the gorgeous human he’s seeing in front of him. Hua Yong’s hair is a mess on top of his head, his eyes are half-lidded, pupils dark with lust, lips formed into a seductive smirk.
He cannot say no to him.
So he says, clenching his hole around the cock fucking him, “Come quick.” He stares at the other a little cocky, and a tad bit defiant. And because Sheng Shaoyou refuses to make Hua Yong forget, he says, “Fuck me like how you fucked one of my replacements.”
It has the unexpected effect of Hua Yong pulling back slightly, suddenly less loving and more angry.
“There is no one else,” Hua Yong denies, fingers gripping his thighs tightly, bruising.
Sheng Shaoyou hisses at the touch. Hua Yong’s strength is ridiculous for an S-Alpha. But he doesn’t complain. He takes it. Because it is the only thing he can take from Hua Yong.
“Okay,” Sheng Shaoyou nods, clearly not believing him, expression doubtful.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong starts, resuming his actions, cock slipping inside the Alpha’s hot walls easily. “You’re the only one I love.”
“Okay,” Sheng Shaoyou repeats because Hua Yong is a liar.
There is a deep furrow in between Hua Yong’s brows. He’s becoming agitated which is a new expression that Sheng Shaoyou has never seen before. Then his body stops moving completely. He puts Sheng Shaoyou’s thighs down as he sits up, eyes never leaving the Alpha’s face.
“You don’t believe me.” Hua Yong says, a statement.
A shrug is all Sheng Shaoyou can offer along with a brief, “I don’t.”
“What else do you want me to say, Mr. Sheng?” Hua Yong sounds like a kicked puppy but looks like he’s on the verge of losing his mind.
This is going nowhere. Sheng Shaoyou sits up, sighing and slowly losing interest in sex. He’d rather fuck but Hua Yong seems like he wants a serious conversation. So if this is the talk they’re going to have, he wants to shower and get dressed first.
“Are you done?” Sheng Shaoyou asks, not answering Hua Yong’s question.
In the midst of missing Hua Yong and becoming resentful towards his lies, Sheng Shaoyou has built a slight immunity towards his innocent act. Slight because he still wants to listen to him and he knows— he knows that he will give in. Because he will choose to believe this lunatic than the doubt inside of him.
But for now, Hua Yong can squirm.
However, he doesn’t.
There is a sudden shift in the room; in the smell of Hua Yong’s pheromones. It’s more intense than before, more suffocating, less welcoming.
“I’m not done,” Hua Yong drops his innocent act. He grabs Sheng Shaoyou’s arms and pins them beside his head, his grip tight. His eyes narrows as he starts saying, lips formed into a frown, “I know what you want to hear, Mr. Sheng.” He whispers, “You want me to tell you how I spent my days fucking someone in the hotel. How I made them moan and how they feel under me. Were they better than you?” He pauses, taps his forehead against Sheng Shaoyou’s own. “Yes.”
Oh.
Sheng Shaoyou’s breath is stuck in his throat. There’s a burn behind his eyelids that he wants to go away but it doesn’t. The words strikes him like lightning, fast and solid, straight to where it hurts the most.
Heartbreak feels like this.
He doesn't know if Hua Yong is lying once again or if he's telling the truth. The doubt inside of him intensifies.
“You can shut up now,” Sheng Shaoyou says, voice thick with emotion.
Hua Yong shakes his head. “Didn't you want to hear how they begged better than you ever did? Hmm…” Hua Yong closes his eyes and Sheng Shaoyou watches him with wide eyes, breathing heavily, mouth pressed into a thin line. “One of them was more obedient than you. More willing and very easy.”
“Shut up,” Sheng Shaoyou demands. “Hua Yong, shut the fuck up.” He starts squirming, kicking and pushing the other away. Hua Yong lets him go, his cock slipping out of Sheng Shaoyou’s hole. He swallows the hurt and bile rising up his throat as he crawls towards the edge of the bed, ready to leave this fucking psycho forever.
There are tears trailing down his cheeks, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he tries to leave. Naked and hurt and heartbroken, he truly is a sight for sore eyes.
“Mr. Sheng,” Hua Yong calls out, catching one of his ankles and drags him back towards him with ease. Sheng Shaoyou lets out a gasp, turns his head and looks at him, eyes wet, nose red. “You can’t just leave like that.”
“Let go,” Sheng Shaoyou tries to kick him but Hua Yong only pounces on him. He lifts his lower body from the bed and continues to slip his cock inside Sheng Shaoyou’s hole once again. Sheng Shaoyou shakes his head, digging his fingers on Hua Yong’s forearm holding his hips. “No. I don’t want—”
“I think you want to hear more of what I’ve been up to while away from you,” Hua Yong starts talking while fucking into him, ignoring his hiccupped moans and mutters of i don’t want. i don’t want. shut up, hua yong.
He really wants to escape this crazy bastard but most of all, he doesn’t want to listen to him anymore. Was hoping for a petty revenge too much? Must he really listen to how it’s so easy to replace him? Must he listen to this while being fucked by him?
He can escape. He knows he could but he doesn’t. He knows Hua Yong will stop if he tells him to. A simple stop, fuck off. get off of me would have the other man taking his cock out of him. It is a simple word to say.
But he doesn’t.
Sheng Shaoyou has gone insane. Has he become such a masochist that he’s willing to listen to his ex’s escapades with his different lovers?
It’s such a heart wrenching realisation that even now, he’s holding on to Hua Yong. Is he just one of them? One of many?
An S-Alpha like him acting like this— his ancestors are probably rolling in their graves. But he figures, hell, what does he lose for acting like this? He’s almost got nothing left of him to give and it is so easy for the other to just take everything.
So he stops struggling, clenching his fingers on the bed sheets, eyes falling shut as he waits for more heartbreak and pleasure to consume him in and out.
Hua Yong moves slowly, cock a lazy drag against his walls, a familiar feeling. He stays silent for a while, just quietly fucking Sheng Shaoyou, letting his pleasure build up again. Sheng Shaoyou waits and waits and waits until Hua Yong pulls him up, back against the other’s chest, fingers wrapping around his neck.
“There is no one else,” He says against the Alpha’s ear, a quiet confession. “You’re the only one I’ve been with, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng Shaoyou opens his eyes, still wet with tears, and stares at the space in front of him, at nothing. He doesn’t say anything, just a quick inhale as he slowly moves his hips, meeting Hua Yong’s slow thrusts. There is nothing he wants to say, nothing he wants to convey.
How can he say that he loves Hua Yong despite breaking his heart? How can he admit that despite everything, he still wants him? How can he tell him that it’s fine, he can take it. He’s used to being hurt.
So he doesn’t say anything because words might fail him. He keeps mum except for the moans he lets out as Hua Yong finally touches his cock, the slowly drying cum an uncomfortable feeling but the other’s warm hand, slowly spreading the pre-cum from the tip, feels amazing.
“I love you,” Hua Yong whispers, lips pressed on the back of his neck, on top of his scent gland. “Only you, Shaoyou.”
Sheng Shaoyou doesn’t know what to feel or what to say. The only thing he’s sure of is the pleasure slowly building inside him, courtesy of Hua Yong’s hand pumping his dick and Hua Yong’s cock fucking into him in slow but smooth thrusts.
“I love you,” Hua Yong repeats. “I’ve never touched anyone else but you.” He says, voice raw with emotions. “I’m sorry,” He adds, turning Sheng Shaoyou’s face towards him, pressing a kiss on his flushed cheek. “You’re the only one I want, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng Shaoyou swallows and finally says, “Faster.”
Hua Yong stares at him, pausing on his movements for a beat before nodding and pushing Sheng Shaoyou on the bed, stomach first, knees digging on the sheets. He lets his hand rest on the Alpha’s back, fingers splayed on the tense muscle, while the other hand continues to pump Sheng Shaoyou’s hard cock.
“Mr. Sheng, I love you so much,” Hua Yong says, voice clear as he starts fucking Sheng Shaoyou faster, eliciting moans after moans from the Alpha who’s clutching the silk sheets under him, eyes shut tightly in pleasure.
Sheng Shaoyou can feel his heart softening with every words that Hua Yong says. It is difficult to love someone this hard, he realises, because no matter what Hua Yong does to him, he’ll forgive him again and again.
He loves him that much.
“Hua Yong,” He moans, the pleasure inside him intensifying. It hasn’t been that long since he came and he’s already on the verge of coming again. Hua Yong moves his hips against him the same pace as he’s moving his hand on his cock. It feels good; it feels amazing.
“Let’s come together, Shaoyou.” Hua Yong says, his pheromones enveloping Sheng Shaoyou, the scent of ghost orchid sweet and alluring.
This time, when he comes, Sheng Shaoyou trembles hard as he buries his face on the bed, a moan caught in his throat. His cock lets out a few spurts, the white sticky liquid coating Hua Yong’s long fingers.
Hua Yong fucks into him a couple more times, cock a delicious drag inside him. The other comes quietly with a groan, body stilling and grip on Sheng Shaoyou’s hips tight as he releases his cum inside. It’s a familiar feeling, Hua Yong’s cum inside him; the sticky liquid coating his walls, the feeling of his cock twitching inside, the short, small thrusts as he comes down from his high.
It makes Sheng Shaoyou shiver and whimper, sensitive from his own release.
There is a silence that wraps around them for a few moments after their climax. It’s a comfortable yet tense one. Hua Yong breaks that silence as he carefully pulls his softening cock from inside Sheng Shaoyou. There is a feeling of cum slowly dripping out of his hole and Sheng Shaoyou sits up quickly, a little embarrassed despite all the things they’ve done together.
Hua Yong takes a deep breath then says, “I’ll draw the bath.”
Sheng Shaoyou looks at him and nods, a little apprehensive, a little hopeful.
The other looks at him for a couple of seconds, naked in all his glory, standing in front of the bed, before turning around and heading to the bathroom.
Sheng Shaoyou watches him and marvels on his emotions. Maybe because Hua Yong just made him come and that he still has alcohol in his system but he feels a little vulnerable. Tonight is a roller coaster of a night for him. When he’s thought the alcohol would knock him out, Hua Yong’s cock and words has allowed him to stay up.
He can feel the exhaustion in his bones, the emotional stress dragging him down. But before he could make himself comfortable on the bed, Hua Yong comes back, still quiet, still with a furrow between his brows. He looks like he has a lot to say to Sheng Shaoyou but he’s holding back. Sheng Shaoyou watches him and doesn’t say anything either. He allows the other to scoop him up from the bed and carry him to the bathroom, even though he could walk. He doesn’t protest, doesn’t act shy or indignant.
Once in the bathroom, they settle on the bathtub slowly, the warm water soothing Sheng Shaoyou’s tired body. Hua Yong has a tight grip on his waist, pulling him against his chest, not letting go.
“Shaoyou,” Hua Yong starts. Sheng Shaoyou braces himself. “I love you.” He adds then continues, “And I’m sorry.”
Hua Yong rarely apologises. In fact, he probably hasn’t apologised this much to someone. The owner of X Holdings, the most powerful person in Country P, does not have a reason to apologise to anyone.
Sheng Shaoyou would feel flattered but he only feels sad. Hua Yong has lied to him again. He hates liars the most.
And yet, he cannot give up on Hua Yong; omega or alpha, he loves him.
“You lied again,” Sheng Shaoyou says, voice soft, unable to muster the energy to be mad. Because he isn’t mad. He allows the warm water to ground him, to suppress his heart from forgiving too fast. “How many times are you going to lie to me, Hua Yong?”
Hua Yong hugs him tightly, chin on his shoulder blades, the water around them splashing out the corners of the bathtub. The hug is suffocating but Sheng Shaoyou prefers this more than if Hua Yong isn’t here at all.
Love has made him insane.
“I won’t lie again,” Hua Yong replies, a promise. “I won’t leave Mr. Sheng ever again. I’ll stay beside you forever.”
Forever.
Sheng Shaoyou wants to laugh, tell him that forever does not exist but even Sheng Shaoyou can admit to himself that he wants Hua Yong to stay beside him forever. It is a realisation that makes Sheng Shaoyou feel pathetic.
Pathetic for accepting Hua Yong again. Pathetic for being so pathetically in love.
But who will love him if not Hua Yong?
Who will he love if not Hua Yong?
“Okay.” Sheng Shaoyou says, turns his head and touches Hua Yong’s chin lightly, fingers curling on sharp jaw. “I’ll kick you out if you lie again.”
Hua Yong smiles at him, eyes bright. “I believe, Mr. Sheng.”
Sheng Shaoyou accepts the kiss the other plants on his lips, heart finally at peace.
He tells himself that this is the last time he’ll forgive Hua Yong. But he knows he’s lying to himself.
So he buries those thoughts in the deepest part of his mind and continues to kiss Hua Yong.
After all, loving someone is never perfect.
It’s fine. As long as he’s with Hua Yong.