[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 265: Holding A Magic Stick

Darius moved to the bed, his gaze fixed on the beauty sprawled across it, inviting him closer.

Oh, he was going to accept it all. Whatever Xion gave him — be it the agonizing lust or the overflowing gentleness — Darius would soak it in, drink from it until he was utterly consumed.

Xion rolled onto his back, patting the empty space beside him with a gentle smile.

You are the Sovereign of the North, Darius chided himself. You shouldn’t be so crude.

But he was.

He was more than just crude. He was ravenous.

The sheets dipped under his weight as Darius copied Xion and lay on his back. His body was tense, rigid with restraint as if even a single touch would snap the fragile thread of his control.

He stared up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply, fingers flexing against the cool fabric beneath him.

"Come here," Xion whispered. "Come here, Darius."

The same words when spoken by Xion had entirely different effects.

Darius, who had made up his mind not to move, found himself shifting closer to Xion until he was wrapped in thin arms, his face mere inches from his darling’s smiling one.

Darius gave up. With one tug he pulled Xion flush against his chest.

And Xion? He giggled. Like a foolish, drunken kitten, he nuzzled Darius’ chest, sighing in audible comfort.

"I want to stay like this, always." his voice was almost muffled, but Darius heard it.

"Then stay."

As if to reply with his actions, Xion’s lower body inched closer, sliding atop Darius’ hips until he was fully straddling the Archduke.

Darius took a sharp inhale, his hand dragging along Xion’s spine, moving down, resting just above his hips.

Xion was satisfied, or maybe more than just content. He felt as if he was staking his claim over his lover like this. Was there anyone who could have held the great Archduke like this?

The answer was of course, no.

His smile widened slightly when Darius pulled his casually draped leg upward.

See, Xion thought pleasantly, Darius wasn’t averse to his touch like he was to others.

Did that not mean the Archduke was very sincere to him? There was no way, Darius would abandon him without any reason. All he had to do was be a good lover. That was all.

With the burden lifted off his chest, Xion snuggled into the warmth, letting the gentle caresses at his back lull him to sleep.

It was then it happened. In his daze, Xion felt something poking his thigh. Even when he tried several times the thing didn’t go away.

So, like a sensible person who loved his sleep, he decided the best course of action would be to get rid of it.

Just as his grip tightened to grab the stick, Xion finally realized something wasn’t right.

Was this a magical stick? Thinking of the cold weather, a thought popped inside his mind, why not keep it to warm his hands for later?

However, the magical stick grew!

The kitten furrowed his brows, mumbling, "Don’t grow."

As his brain started to work, his sleep faded away. It was then he felt it. Suppressed panting right next to his ear.

He slowly blinked trying to clear his vision, and subconsciously gripped the thing in his hand, only for a low grunt to echo in his ear.

A current traveled through his ears turning them pink and then to his entire body.

All his sleepiness was gone. He was in Darius’ arms. And the thing he thought was a... !!!

Xion’s head buzzed with a loud boom, and his face flushed crimson almost instantly.

I-I... actually held it?!!!

Embarrassed and utterly mortified, he stiffened.

"Awake, my naughty kitten?" Darius murmured, his low, hoarse voice dripping with amusement.

Xion’s mind and his sinful hand burned with mortification. He pulled it back to his chest, cradling it as if it had been scorched. His fingertips trembled, still searing from the sensation.

With his heart in his throat, he desperately tried to wiggle away, only for Darius’ arms to hold him right where he was.

"I-I am s-sorry. I was sleeping... I-I mean, I t-thought it was a m-magic stick..."

The more he tried to explain, the more absurd it sounded. In his muddled state, he failed to notice that Darius wasn’t angry at all.

On the contrary, there was a smirk on his lips. One that Ray would have recognized as the Archduke’s prelude to going feral on the battlefield.

Darius chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Xion’s forehead. " Wanted to keep my cock, was it? Then keep it, darling. It’s yours."

Darius was the sovereign of the North and an angel in Xion’s eyes. When had he ever heard such crude words falling from those gentle lips?

The meaning of the sentences was so lethal that Xion instinctively tried to curl into himself, trying hard to scoot back. I made him angry, he thought helplessly.

A long, resigned sigh brushed against his heated ears.

For a second, Xion thought that Darius had softened his heart, that the Archduke wouldn’t be so petty to take revenge for a sleeping mistake, right?

How wrong he was!

The grip on his body loosened and Xion gathered his courage to look up, only to get caught by that deep smoldering look.

Scary. Darius looked so scary that it made Xion’s breath hitch in his throat.

Before he could even think of a way to escape, Darius moved.

With a swiftness, the Archduke sat up, his powerful arms effortlessly lifting Xion with him.

Xion gave a soft gasp, hands instinctively clutching at Darius’ shoulders as he was guided to straddle the man’s lap.

The new position left him nestled firmly against Darius’ body, knees pressed into the mattress on either side, their faces mere inches apart.

When he looked at those green eyes blazing with lust, he knew he was done for. He made a very dangerous mistake, and there was no one to save him.