EM 66. Desire

Xiao Mingxuan held him tightly, as if he wanted to pull him into his own flesh. With one hand free, he tore the pajamas off his body.

The sensation of bare skin against his own made his breath grow heavy, and he deepened the kiss, his hands slowly roaming over the curve of Song Feng’s back, savoring the warmth and softness beneath his palms. The anxiety that had been gnawing at him this whole time finally began to ease.

The kiss was rough, almost as if he were using it to vent something. Song Feng could even taste a hint of blood. He didn’t resist, nor did he feel repulsed. Somewhere deep inside, he had already accepted that no matter how forceful this man was, he would never hurt him. That certainty brought a profound sense of comfort, and he didn’t want to let go.

He parted his lips in response, his fingers threading through Xiao Mingxuan’s hair as he kissed him back with equal intensity. His hands were calloused from years of holding a gun. A little pressure was all it took to leave a burning trail across his back. Song Feng let out a soft moan, his breathing quickly unraveling. Ever since leaving the team, his nerves had been strung taut. The high-risk environment had kept him on constant alert, with no one beside him he could truly trust. All he had was endless repression and loneliness.

Now, Xiao Mingxuan’s arrival had begun to melt all of that away. His mind was finally loosening its grip, and he badly needed release.

Their movements grew more urgent, their entanglement filled with the sound of wet kisses and ragged breathing. Their legs tangled together, the changes in their bodies impossible to ignore. Xiao Mingxuan finally let go of him to let him breathe, lips trailing inch by inch down his neck. Sometimes the force of his desire overwhelmed him and he simply bit down, branding him all over with marks of possession.

Song Feng sank into the soft mattress, his eyes turning red at the corners from arousal. He hooked a leg around Xiao Mingxuan’s waist, panting and urging him, “Hurry up…”

Xiao Mingxuan lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot too. He pulled open the nightstand drawer and rummaged through it frantically.

“It’s not there,” Song Feng said hoarsely, already knowing what he was searching for. “Fu Shanming brought a bottle last time. I couldn’t stand seeing it, so I tossed it in that cabinet over there. Second drawer.”

Xiao Mingxuan got out of bed immediately and retrieved what he needed. He tore open the packaging and poured it into his hand, then spread Song Feng’s legs and slipped in a finger.

Song Feng couldn’t hold back a muffled moan. “Gentler…”

Xiao Mingxuan didn’t answer. He bent down to kiss him, swallowing every faint protest. He slid in a second finger, working quickly. Then he pulled out and gripped Song Feng’s waist, thrusting his cock deep inside until he bottomed out.

“Mm!” Song Feng jolted, his hands clawing at Xiao Mingxuan’s back, leaving behind several fresh red scratches.

Xiao Mingxuan kissed the corner of his mouth and began to move slowly, watching his expression as he rasped out, “…Does it hurt?”

Song Feng was panting hard, lips slick with moisture. “No. It feels just right… really fucking good. Go on.”

Xiao Mingxuan kissed him again and tightened his grip on his waist, gradually picking up speed and force. He fucked him harder and harder, lost in the sheer rush of it, like he was trying to tear pleasure out of his body and still couldn’t get enough.

Sweat soon soaked Song Feng’s forehead. His legs wrapped tightly around Xiao Mingxuan’s waist as he cried out, dazed, “Deeper… yes, harder… ah…”

Xiao Mingxuan kissed the corners of his damp eyes and slammed into that sensitive spot inside him, making him cry out uncontrollably.

“Mm… again…”

“You like that?” Xiao Mingxuan bit down on his lower lip and whispered low.

“I like it.”

Xiao Mingxuan held him close. “If you like it, then don’t ever leave me like that again, alright?”

“Mm…” Song Feng’s mind was drifting, his eyes glassy with tears. He clung to Xiao Mingxuan’s arm and rolled his hips up to meet him. “Faster…”

Xiao Mingxuan was thrown off by the way Song Feng moved, his breath catching as he grabbed his chin and kissed him hard, letting himself fall headlong into it. Their bodies were locked in heat, the air growing heavier around them as they tangled together, until the door clicked open.

Both of them froze. Xiao Mingxuan immediately pulled the blanket up to cover their lower bodies and turned his head.

Fu Shanming stood in the doorway, hand still on the knob, unmoving. He clearly hadn’t expected to walk in on this, and for a moment he just stared, stunned. Then he narrowed his eyes, amusement flickering in his gaze as he took in the scene lit by the warm glow of the lamp: the two men tangled together, Xiao Mingxuan’s back lined with whip marks, Song Feng’s shoulder stamped with a bite. His eyes burned with heat.

Song Feng: “…”

Xiao Mingxuan: “…”

Fu Shanming shut the door behind him and tugged at the tie of his pajamas. “I’m joining. Make it three.”

Xiao Mingxuan pulled out of Song Feng and casually grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, walking toward him.

Fu Shanming dropped his pajamas onto the floor. His underwear barely contained the fully hardened bulge beneath, the outline unmistakably clear. His eyes locked onto the bulge beneath Xiao Mingxuan’s towel. He licked his lips and reached out to touch it.

Xiao Mingxuan seized his wrist, then caught his other hand just as fast, gripping them both tightly together.

Fu Shanming’s gaze was burning. In a low voice, he asked, “You wanna tie me up? Sure, there’s rope over there.”

I saw your bodyguard had a stun baton on his belt. Go get one and use it on yourself. It’s thick, hard, and electric. You’ll definitely enjoy it.”

Xiao Mingxuan’s tone was flat as he dragged Fu Shanming to the door, kicked him out, then picked up the pajamas from the floor and threw them in his face. He slammed the door shut with a loud bang, making it very clear how pissed off he was about being interrupted.

He locked the door, tore off the towel, and walked back to scoop Song Feng into his arms again. Then he thrust back inside.

Song Feng let out a breathless gasp. “Why didn’t you lock the door earlier?”

“You didn’t lock it when you were asleep, either.”

Song Feng moaned as the thrusts slammed into him, curling up obediently in his arms. “He has a key. Locking it would’ve been useless.”

“So you’re saying this one’s useless too…”

They looked at each other. A moment later, a loud thud thud rattled through the door as someone began kicking it. Both of them went quiet.

Two seconds later, Xiao Mingxuan pulled out, grabbed Song Feng by the wrist, and dragged him into the bathroom. He locked the door behind them and pushed him up against the wall, thrusting in deep and hard.

Song Feng moaned aloud, his whole body going limp. “He’s going to come in.”

Xiao Mingxuan bit down on his earlobe. “Focus.” He gripped Song Feng’s waist and started fucking him again. Hard, fast, and precise, each thrust slamming right into the spot that drove him wild. Song Feng’s moans quickly broke apart into shattered fragments, and his mind blurred.

Meanwhile, Bai Xuyao and the others were just about to head off to their rooms when they saw a certain someone, who had been chatting with them just moments ago get kicked out of the bedroom in nothing but his underwear. What was more, the thing inside that underwear was standing at full attention.

The group fell into stunned silence. Before they could decide whether to say hello or pretend they saw nothing, Fu Shanming angrily hurled his pajamas to the ground and started kicking the door with all his might.

Everyone: “…”

The doors were built solid. Fu Shanming, wearing nothing but slippers, was severely limited in movement. After a few half-assed kicks, he quickly lost patience. Just as he turned to go get a key, he spotted the group.

And immediately started heading their way.

The group instinctively took a few steps back, terrified this man would turn his unsatisfied frustration on them. Bai Xuyao asked innocently, “You’re married? Did you have a fight with your wife?”

“I’m gay. No wife.”

Bai Xuyao blinked. “Then you must’ve had a fight with your lover.”

“Yeah. I wanted them to let me join. They refused.”

Everyone froze on the word them, faces flickering through a range of expressions. Bai Xuyao asked with zero hope, “When you say them, you don’t mean my bro, do you?”

“I do,” Fu Shanming said flatly, then turned to his bodyguard. “Give me your gun.”

The guard handed it over with both hands. Fu Shanming grabbed it and marched off. Bai Xuyao scrambled after him, trying to block the doorway, but Wei Xiaoyan quickly pulled him back. “If you try to stop him, he’ll put a bullet in you too.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Take the gun.”

Bai Xuyao lunged forward, but the bodyguard stepped in to intercept, giving his boss two seconds of space. In that brief window, Fu Shanming raised the gun and fired several quick shots at the door. The bang bang bang of gunfire rang out, and the lock shattered instantly. He strode inside, scanned the room, and saw no one. His gaze shifted toward the bathroom. He turned to shoot again, but just as he raised the gun, the bathroom door opened first.

Xiao Mingxuan walked out in a bathrobe. “What are you doing?”

Fu Shanming dropped the gun. “I’m joining. Where is he?”

“He’s showering. He’ll be out soon,” Xiao Mingxuan said, sidestepping his reach. “We’re done. Go find someone else.”

“No. I want you.”

Song Feng stepped out a moment later, eyes lazy as he stared him down. “Babe, if you’re really that desperate, just go do drugs. It’ll feel great.”

“I quit.”

They both stared at him, stunned. Song Feng asked, “When the hell did you quit?” Xiao Mingxuan added, “Why would you quit? Just keep using.”

“Ever since you two tied me up and pinned me down in the car. I fucking hate being threatened. So I quit.” Fu Shanming’s eyes were blazing hot as he stared at them, completely unbothered by the crowd watching. “Enough stalling. Let’s have some fun.”

The two of them answered in perfect sync. “Go do drugs.”

“No.”

Song Feng wrapped his arms around Xiao Mingxuan’s waist and shrank back behind him. “We’re not interested. Go find someone else.”

But Fu Shanming was already too far gone. The two of them had stirred him up, and he wasn’t about to let it drop. “It’s fine. I’ve got pills.” He turned to his bodyguard. “Go get them.”

“Yes, sir.”

The two of them: “…”

Fu Shanming stepped in close. “Come on, baby. Let’s warm up first. None of you are leaving tonight.” As he spoke, he reached for his underwear, about to strip it off.

But Xiao Mingxuan grabbed his arm and pinned it down. “Get the rope first.”

Fu Shanming’s eyes burned even hotter. He nodded and turned to go.

Xiao Mingxuan saw the opening. He slammed his palm hard into the back of his neck, knocking him out cold with one clean hit.

Everyone: “…”

Right then, the bodyguard returned, holding several familiar-looking vials. He looked down at the unconscious Fu Shanming on the floor, then looked up at them, utterly confused.

Xiao Mingxuan spoke calmly. “We don’t need them anymore. Take him back.”

The man stood there in silence, then gave in and hoisted his boss over his shoulder and walked off.

Bai Xuyao stood frozen, voice shaking. “Now what… what do we do?”

“It’s fine,” Xiao Mingxuan said, pulling his wife toward the bed. Neither of them had gotten proper rest these past few days. Now that they had finally let everything out, their nerves had relaxed, and sleep came naturally.

Song Feng waved at the rest of them and explained lazily, “He’s not a pervert. Just let him ride out this little mood of his. Once he sobers up, it’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

Everyone nodded and went back to their rooms to rest. The night passed without incident.

Morning came quietly. As expected, Fu Shanming didn’t make a scene. The only sign of his mood was the faintly irritated look he threw at the two of them over breakfast. Xiao Mingxuan and Song Feng stayed perfectly calm, focused on their meal. Fu Shanming said nothing more, just reminded them not to wander off and turned to leave.

Bai Xuyao nibbled his finger. “Bro, where’s he going?”

“To Thailand to find Dian. He probably won’t be back for a couple days,” Song Feng said. “He’s collecting intel to make my job easier. Don’t look at me like that.” He shrugged. “I’ve said this before. Fu Shanming doesn’t love anyone. He doesn’t do anything that doesn’t benefit him.”

Bai Xuyao blinked. “What does that mean?”

“His power base is in Thailand and Myanmar. That organization’s also active there, and they’re growing fast,” Song Feng said lazily. “He’s feeding me intel so I’ll take care of them for him. While he’s at it, he gets to have a little fun. That’s all.”

Bai Xuyao nodded. “I get it.”

Song Feng looked at them. “You guys…”

Xiao Mingxuan pulled him into his arms. “You don’t need to say it. None of them are leaving.”

Everyone turned to look at him with determined eyes. Song Feng held their gaze for a while, then let out a long sigh and gave up completely.

They wandered around Fu Shanming’s massive estate for lack of anything better to do and eventually ended up in the back garden, where three gravestones stood tall. One for Xiao Mingxuan, one for Song Feng, and one for Shao Xiujie.

Xiao Mingxuan: “…”

Song Feng patted him. “It’s fine. You’ll get used to it if you look at it enough.”

Xiao Mingxuan ordered, “Dig up the other two.”

Fu Shanming returned four days later. His first move wasn’t to hand over the intel, but to point toward his backyard and say, “What the hell is this?”

The housekeeper silently recounted what had happened. Fu Shanming immediately said, “Where are the headstones? Bring them back and fill them in.”

The staff of the estate began digging up the graves with quiet grunts. This man sure had a unique way of showing he liked someone.

Fu Shanming watched for a while, then nodded in satisfaction. He signaled for his men to hand the documents over to Song Feng. “Here. These are the main addresses where Dian stays.”

Song Feng took the files and began reading carefully. Xiao Mingxuan frowned. “You’re going to him?”

“Yeah. Since there’s no way to trace who’s giving him orders, I’ll go ask him myself. If he gives me a name, great. If not, I’ll kill him,” Song Feng said without looking up. “If the person behind him sends another so-called agent, I’ll kill them too. However many he sends, I’ll kill that many, until he shows up himself.”

Fu Shanming let out a low chuckle and sat down beside him. “That’s some personality. That’s why I like you so damn much, baby.”

Song Feng ignored him. Fu Shanming, in high spirits, watched him for a while before reaching out to pat his head. Xiao Mingxuan slapped his hand away mercilessly.

“What are you doing?”

“He’s mine.”

“I know,” Fu Shanming said, then reached out and patted Song Feng’s head again.

Xiao Mingxuan: “…”

Not far off, the rest of the group sat watching in silence. Just then, a subordinate walked up to Fu Shanming and whispered something in his ear. The corners of Fu Shanming’s mouth curled even higher. “Let them through.”

“Yes.” The man turned and spoke a few words into his walkie-talkie. Moments later, the sound of an engine revving came from outside. The front gates opened, and someone walked in.

As soon as Shao Xiujie walked in, he saw Song Feng in someone’s arms. His gaze shifted to the man holding him, and their eyes met. “Mr. Xiao,” he said calmly, “we meet again.”