There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)-Chapter 428 - 421. Unquenchable Thirst (M)

It wasn’t just Zein’s legs that moved.

His hands were actually faster, shedding the white clothes the Temple gave him for his stay. The moment he reached the tub, he was taking off his pants and stumbled forward from getting tangled in the fabric. If it wasn’t for Bassena catching him, he would have hit the edge of the tub.

"Hey, be caref--"

Bassena couldn’t finish his words because Zein had already covered his mouth in a fervent, deep kiss. The guide ran his hands from the hard beating pulse on the esper’s neck down to the inviting pecs, squeezing hard as he slipped his tongue inside Bassena’s warm mouth.

But the hands did not stop there; one of them went further down and grabbed the half-erect penis, hardening it fully with just a single stroke.

"Ah, fuck--" Bassena let out a reflex curse that got him gripping the guide’s waist hard. He pressed his forehead on Zein’s shoulder and chuckled. "Ah, damn it--it’s really hard when you’re horny."

"Shut up and touch me," Zein hissed and gripped the esper’s jaw, capturing Bassena’s lips again as he started to stroke mercilessly; hard and fast and made Bassena moan into his mouth.

He smirked into the kiss and fastened his movement. He had been so pent up ever since their unfinished business in the lakeside, and had been sexually frustrated before they went to the Temple. Being apart for four days just piled up his desire even more, so much so that he stayed away from Bassena earlier.

He would be truly mad if Bassena stopped again this time, so Zein grabbed the esper’s hair to yank the flushed face up. "You--you won’t stop this time, will you?" he asked lowly while biting into Bassena’s lips. "I will stop talking to you for a thousand days if you do."

Bassena laughed and slipped his finger through Zein’s entrance, swiftly adding another one right after. The warm water helped their muscle relax and eased the entry. Zein let out a contented sigh, throwing his head back and rewarded the esper with a faster stroke, playing with the tip delicately while at it.

"Go deeper," Zein urged with bated breaths. "Add more."

Bassena bit the fair shoulder in front of him to prevent himself from cursing. Zein was truly, truly the death of him when the guide was extra aggressive. The kind of sounds he made; the kind of demand uttered in alluring whispers. Just the sounds alone already made him hot and bothered, but adding to that was the skillful touch and those lips on his lips, on his neck, on his ears biting him--fuck!

Just like that, with a hard bite that almost drew blood, Bassena released himself within Zein’s fingers. As he panted against the glaring bite marks, he could hear a melodious laugh right in his ears.

"That was fast," Zein whispered.

"I’ve been abstinent for three years already," Bassena chuckled and bit the guide’s smirking lips. "I could come with just your voice."

"Well, I can’t," Zein immediately stroked Bassena back to hardness, kissing and sucking the throbbing pulse on the esper’s neck, moving his lips up and biting the sharp jaw until he found his way back to Bassena’s lips. He stopped after a short peck and stared deeply into the amber eyes. "So show me," he licked his smirking lips. "What you have in store during those thousand days."

Bassena snarled and gripped the guide’s waist and back, sheathing himself in one move. The water splashed wildly and Zein’s back met the edge of the tub. But the sound of water was drowned by Zein’s loud, unrestrained moan. It was his first taste of Bassena after...Gods, he couldn’t even remember anymore.

And by everything holy--it was exquisite.

"Bas..." Zein had nothing in his mind anymore; just his esper. Just the warm skin and the throbbing muscle; just the fiery gaze and the hot breath. Bassena grunted with every hard thrust, and Zein relished every sound that drove him to the edge.

"Baby," Zein grasped the frowning esper. "Go deeper."

There was a second where Bassena paused from the command, and Zein worried for a second that Bassena would stop. But a thousand days was enough time for a traumatizing memory to fade, and in the face of yearning, of affectionate thirst, nothing mattered anymore.

Bassena gripped Zein’s hips and pushed the guide up, before pushing himself up--to a place he was meant to go to in that lakeside.

This time, the gasp that came out of Zein’s throat was that of utmost pleasure. When Bassena slammed himself even deeper, until the sound of their meeting flesh could be heard above the water, Zein threw his head back and let out a sharp moan, grabbing the tub hard so he wouldn’t hit his head.

Bassena gritted his teeth and pushed the guide out of the tub, back slamming into the cold wall. Zein gripped the platinum hair and pulled the esper for a kiss, muffling their grunts and panting breath as he hiked his legs and hooked them behind Bassena’s back.

"Haa...shit--hold on to me," Bassena gripped Zein’s waist and moved his hips relentlessly, eliciting endless moans that Zein delivered right into his ears. "Ah--fuck, Zein--"

He just came, but as he said, simply by hearing the guide’s obscene voice, he was ready to discharge his seed once again. Bassena had to grit his teeth and hold back because Zein was making a threat now.

"Fuck--don’t stop," Zein panted and clawed into the esper’s back. "I’m going to kill you if you stop."

Under such a threat, Bassena had no idea whether he wanted to laugh or groan, so he just shut himself with a kiss and put his hips to work. As their breath mingled, so did their suppressed shout as they shuddered at the peak of their carnal pleasure.

They let their breath mingle between their touching lips, holding into each other like they couldn’t let go. They had no idea whether the vapor came from the heat of their touching skin or the water’s temperature, nor did they care. The more they touched each other, the more they realized how much they had been craving each other’s presence; each other’s breath, each other’s gaze, each other’s sounds.

And once never enough.

With just a simple look, Bassena enveloped the guide in a blanket of darkness, and Zein found himself on the bed; wet and wanting. This time, he flipped the esper and brought himself down to the hilt. He laughed at the way Bassena wasn’t even soft after coming twice, and rewarded the esper with a tight clench that got Bassena gripping bruise into his waist.

"How long can you..." Zein breathed hard. "How long can you hold the Nightfall?"

Bassena pulled himself up and held Zein in his arms as he slammed his hips upward. "As long as you want."

* * *

Bassena did say he could keep them shrouded for as long as Zein wanted, but Zein told him to stop when it was close to dawn.

Not because he was tired, but because he judged that Bassena needed sleep after the thousand days of constant fighting. He might be fine physically, but Zein wanted the esper to rest. Besides...they had drenched the bed.

They did it while they were wet with bath water, and they did it until they were drenched in sweat. They did it against the headboard, against the wall, at the edge of the bed, and once on the floor when they fell off the bed. They were both hoarse from moaning and growling each other’s name, until all they could utter was whispers of their affection and longing that never seemed to get quenched even after holding each other for hours. The sheet was defiled with water, sweat, and cum, and it was fortunate that there were several spares in the closet.

"I’ll do it," Bassena whispered dazedly, clearly drowsy and on the edge of his consciousness. Zein just flicked the esper fondly and told him to sleep. They spread the new sheet haphazardly, and Zein pushed Bassena to the bed.

"Just sleep," he said while wiping the esper’s arm with a cloth. "I’ll clean you."

Bassena whined slightly, feeling weird because he was the one who usually did the cleaning. When Zein patted his cheek and caressed his hair, however, Bassena fell asleep in just a few seconds. Zein chuckled and cleaned both of them thoroughly before slipping inside the blanket and embracing the warm esper.

Ah...it was such a good feeling to sense his esper’s heartbeat as he drifted to sleep. He had forgotten how lonely a cold mattress could be until he had to experience going to bed alone for three nights. As he stroked the platinum hair tenderly, Bassena held his waist and snuggled into his neck--a movement he did subconsciously from habit.

Zein smiled and let his mind drown by the first good dream he would have this week.