[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 340: Between Kisses

Darius’ thumb stilled on Xion’s cheek. For a fleeting second, he looked almost pained, like a man battling an ocean with nothing but bare hands—the ocean that was his lover.

Xion was so small, fragile even. He could hold him in his arms so easily, and yet it was so hard to keep him close.

Every moment when he wasn’t looking at Xion, when he couldn’t feel him close by, the restless beast in his chest would be far too eager to rip at the ribcage and jump out.

He abhorred it when Xion was beaming at others. Loathed it with a passion that bordered on murderous.

All he wanted to do was slit the throats of the one who even dared to breathe the same air as his sweetheart.

No, Darius. You are the Archduke, he scolded himself. You aren’t so crude.

But he was.

He was worse than just a little crude.

The only thing holding his wrath at bay was his little wish. He never wanted to lose the look of trust in those eyes.

Don’t want that. Don’t want him to be afraid of me.

The muscle in his jaw clenched as if he were trying his best to restrain himself.

However, just one move from the other, a fleeting touch at his lips, and everything crumbled apart.

There was no gentleness in the way he bit those sweet lips, nor was there any patience to go slower. Only raw possessive hunger to devour what was his until nothing was left.

Xion gasped against Darius’ mouth, his thin back arching as the Archduke pressed him harder against the door.

The wicked tongue explored every inch of his mouth as if this were the first time they had kissed.

Instead of pushing, Xion circled his arms around his lover’s neck and pulled him down.

A big hand slid to his waist, pulling them together until there wasn’t the slightest space left between them.

It was as if Darius was trying to consume every tremble, every soft sound, every breath Xion had ever breathed without him. Their teeth clashed briefly, but neither of them cared.

A slight moan that slipped past their entangled lips only made Darius press deeper.

The sweat beaded his forehead, and black silky strands clung to him. The tingling in his lips told him they were already swollen, parted helplessly under the harsh onslaught.

And gods, he wanted it.

All of those bruising kisses, every hungry swipe of tongue, managed to steal the thoughts from his head.

Until now, he hadn’t realized just how badly he craved this touch.

Feeling how Xion was reciprocating, Darius groaned deep in his chest, like the sound had been dragged from the pit of his soul.

His hand slid down from the heated cheek to the curve of Xion’s throat, thumb pressing lightly over his pulse. It was fluttering like wings of an angel, telling Darius that his heart was with him.

When they parted, Xion wasn’t even able to stand on his own. His legs felt as foreign as his numb lips and tongue.

Blinking his eyes, he focused on the silver-haired elf. There was that look again, those green eyes were rimmed with strange heaviness.

Despite knowing how difficult Darius’ life had been in this castle, every time Xion saw this kind of attachment that danced on the border of insanity, he felt his chest clench.

He leaned in, carefully planting his numb lips on the burning ones. Slowly, gently, as if trying to pull Darius back from his high.

The sweat rolled down the back of his neck when they parted. Xion had no clue how long it took, but the silver-haired demon had turned into a divine elf once again.

"Xion..." There was a hint of sob in that low voice. "Don’t leave me, okay? Don’t leave me again. Or I..."

There was no need to finish the sentence, as Xion had hugged the panicking elf tightly.

Patting the back like one would a child, Xion murmured, "Where would I even go if I leave you, huh? This is my home, Darius. You are my home. I can only stay where you are."

The grip on his body didn’t loosen for a long time, and the two people with beating hearts stayed like that.

"Let’s go to bed," Darius finally said in a muffled tone.

Xion leaned back enough to look straight into those clear pools of green. Shaking his finger, he clicked his tongue. "No. You promised me a date."

"Aren’t you tired?" Darius dabbed his cuff over the sweaty forehead before planting a kiss. "The parade nearly took up all afternoon. You should rest."

Xion scoffed. "That was why I’ve been sleeping since then. You can’t go back on your words," he narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to threaten the towering man. "Or I will get angry and you won’t get any kisses either."

"Really want to go?" The Archduke cradled the not-so-intimidating kitten into his arms before gently lowering it onto the bed.

Xion nodded his head eagerly. There was a strange glow in his blue eyes as if going to the market was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Darius couldn’t understand what was so interesting about it. Was it not best to stay in bed where they could hold each other?

But as he had always said, Xion was his little lord, so fulfilling his wish was his priority.

Hence, without trying to persuade him to rest more, the Archduke picked up the new shoes lined with special fur.

Removing the old ones, he slipped them on, tying the laces into a knot.

"Oh, before I forget," Xion smacked his head, marveling at his forgetfulness. "What is Zen?"

There was a strange silence in the room. Perhaps it was the blurriness of his vision, but he seemed to see Darius stiffen at the mention of that name.

So, the stubborn Xion (as the goddess had once called him) pressed for an answer.

"You better tell me the truth or I won’t give it to you."

That caught Darius’ attention. His head jerked up so fast that it startled Xion.