[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 263: A Vixen Seducing The Righteous Male Lead

"How are you feeling?"

Xion’s head tilted slightly to the side, exposing his pink ear for Darius to feast his eyes upon.

"Alive...t-thanks to you."

Big hands pressed just a little harder, kneading the tension from lean shoulders.

His thumbs circled slowly, and he watched with fascination as Xion’s head lolled back again, exposing the smooth column of his throat, the faint blue of veins tracing beneath pale skin.

Darius swallowed hard, his tongue grazing over the sharp edge of his canines.

Unable to bear the intense gaze any longer, Xion’s raven-black lashes fluttered slowly as he opened his eyes.

Darius’ breath stilled in his chest. Those dark eyes blinked up at him, lips parted just enough to lure him.

Xion’s gaze inched higher. Darius followed the line of it, realizing it had settled on his mouth. Something electric crackled between them like a magnetic pull, drawing them closer.

Suddenly, without warning, Xion’s hand emerged from the water, droplets splattering back into the tub.

With wet fingers, he reached for the back of Darius’ head, threading them through the silver strands.

Before the Archduke could fully process it, Xion pulled him down, closing the distance between them.

Their lips grazed each other, very gently, softly.

Darius instinctively cupped Xion’s face as he deepened the kiss, drinking in the taste of him.

Xion broke the connection first, though barely. With his lips still brushing Darius’, he murmured in a cracked voice, "Thank you."

For everything. For wanting me... waiting for me... finding me again.

There were so many words he wanted to say, wanted to pour them out, but they got trapped in his throat.

Only a shuddering gasp escaped him, flapping on his lips.

A hand had slid from his shoulder and slipped below the water. Long fingers skimmed along his chest, finding the hard bud of his nipple and brushing over it with an intentional touch.

Xion’s dark eyes went wide as deft fingers teased the sensitive red bead, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"D-Darius..." Xion stammered, voice quivering.

Darius didn’t stop. His other hand slid to the front of Xion’s neck, holding him firmly in place.

Feeling the small knot bobble under his touch, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Then without another word, he captured Xion’s lips in a deeper, more possessive kiss.

He pinched the tender red bead with more strength, forcing Xion’s back to arch.

Just as those lips parted to moan or perhaps to stop him, his tongue deftly slipped inside the warm cavern, exploring with a hunger that left Xion gasping against him.

"Mmm!" A moan of protest didn’t manage to slip past Darius’ mouth.

Xion’s knees were now pressing to his chest, his fingers held onto Darius’ wrist and yet that mischievous hand didn’t let go of his chest.

The Archduke could feel the pulse roaring beneath his fingertips. His hold on the fragile neck tightened slightly, and so did his tugging on those red beads, this time on the other neglected one.

The opposite angle made the kiss even more frenzied. His mouth ravaged Xion’s, tongues tangling and breath mingling until neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began.

A thin sliver of saliva traced down the corner of Xion’s lips. After a desperate push and a broken whimper, the Archduke relented, finally granting Xion a breath of air.

Darius’ hands continued to drag along Xion’s heaving chest, fingertips grazing the flushed skin, reddened from his earlier playing.

It forced Xion to inhale another shaky breath. "D-Darius, please, don’t..."

Those fingers faltered for a single breath before dragging over the collarbones. The way the green in those eyes had turned a shade darker, it was as if the Archduke was studying something extremely important.

His gaze moved to the pale cheeks finally rosy enough to make Xion look alive and then settled on those blue eyes.

Watery, filled with dependence and the hint of fear.

Darius smiled slowly, "Don’t seduce me, my sweet." Or I might just... burn us both.

The crimson on Xion’s cheeks flared up to his neck. "I didn’t." He truly didn’t. All he wanted was to give Darius a simple kiss.

And what seduction? He didn’t even know how to do it, okay?!

Xion didn’t look at Darius. He raised his head from the edge of the tub, and now he was almost burying his burning face in his knees.

"Can you leave? I-I," Xion had to gulp before continuing, "I want to come out."

There was a silence for a brief second, and then a sigh. "Clothes are there."

Xion didn’t even raise his head to look where exactly the clothes were. He waited until the door was shut down and the silence returned.

He patted his warm face, willing his thundering heart to stop causing a commotion. If Darius hadn’t left just now, he was almost...

He abruptly stood up, splashing the water everywhere in his frenzy.

It took him a few minutes to finally calm down and dress up, only for the heat to crawl back to his ears when he saw himself in the mirror.

He was wearing a red robe, obviously belonging to the Archduke. The size was bigger for his frame. Thank God that the underwear was his own. As for how Darius had found it in his bag... Xion didn’t want to think about it.

After all, he had other things to consider. With the ribbon tied up on his waist, the red robe falling down his knees, almost looked like a dress on him.

The only problem was the deep collar. With his shy face, coupled with this kind of clothing, he really looked like a vixen about to seduce the righteous male lead before getting thrown on the cold ground and brutally dealt with.

Well, he was certain Darius wouldn’t throw him, but it was still a bit embarrassing to appear like this.

[You are wrong about it, host.] The system decided that it was the best time to show its knowledge.

It had read all the BL novels shared by its senior systems, not to mention the time it had spent scrolling through the special system forum.

By now, the system had deemed itself a worthy love guru.

[Not only will you be thrown on the bed, but you will also be thoroughly, brutally dealt with. Exactly like a vixen. Do you need medicine in advance?]

Xion took a deep breath and directly muted the system. No wonder he was being so flustered.

It is all because of the nonsense the system had spewed into my brain!

Was it not normal for the lovers to want to kiss each other after almost getting eaten by the orcs? And hold them?

Why was he thinking in a crooked direction? All of a sudden, his mind cleared up.

His lover was such a gentleman. Darius didn’t even kiss him without his permission.

There’s no way he’s thinking as crookedly as I am.

But I liked it when he kissed me. I also want to kiss him a few more times... Xion was almost ashamed of his own vulgar thoughts.

Bad Xion! After scolding himself, he straightened his waist and calmly stepped out of the bathroom.

The silly Xion had no clue that this might be the last time he could walk with such a straight posture, and it would take him a few days to steadily stand on his own feet.

He was sure to curse his own naivety and Darius’ brutality as the system had said earlier.

Black Box-

The silly Xion, now, "Darius is such a sweet person. He is a true gentleman. If there are angels in this world, then Darius must be one of them."

Darius smirking while holding Xion in his arms, his fingers brushing through Xion’s hair, "Hmm, you are right. Shouldn’t you give me a reward then?"

Xion blinked, tilting his head. "A reward? For what?"

Darius’ grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "For being such a perfect angel, of course," he whispered, while sneakily unbuttoning Xion’s shirt.

Xion, completely oblivious, "???"

Years later...

Xion, clutching his almost-broken waist, "Darius is a brute! He is a deranged pervert! What angel? This is obviously a devil!" I am going to leave-

Darius didn’t let him finish. In one swift motion, he scooped Xion up, ignoring the younger man’s startled yelp. "Where is my baby planning to go without me? You weren’t thinking of running away again, right? I mean... I will just have to tie you up again."

Remembering that incident, Xion’s face turned crimson and his eyes went wide. "I didn’t. I w-was joking—wait! Darius, wait!"

Laughing, Darius pinned the teary-eyed angel beneath him on the silken sheets of their bed. "Hmm, whatever my lord says is right. So, this devil should thoroughly punish my naughty kitten for smiling at that advisor, and then thinking of abandoning me. Right, my lord?"

Then, Xion cried even more miserably.