SA 9.2

In the dimly lit cell, Ye Jingsheng slumped against the wall, his head tilted back. His mind raced, running through scenarios, escape plans, anything to get them out of this mess. But every thought circled back to Fang Yang.

“That stubborn bastard,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Better not fucking die on me, Fang Yang. You owe me.”

His voice softened to a whisper, the defiance in his tone betraying a flicker of fear he couldn’t suppress.

“You’re a fucking idiot!”

Ye Jingsheng growled, slamming his fist against his own head. “That bastard Pei Jun! And I’m a fucking bastard too!”

“What’s got your panties in such a twist?” Fang Yang propped himself up slightly, his voice calm despite his pale complexion.

Ye Jingsheng opened his mouth to snap, but the sight of Fang Yang’s blood-soaked bandages stopped him. Instead, he ran a hand through his hair, his voice thick with frustration. “You’re a goddamn idiot. Taking a bullet? Did you think it’d be fun? We’re fucking dead now! How the hell am I not pissed off?”

“If they wanted us dead, they wouldn’t have patched me up,” Fang Yang replied. “Zachis probably still wants to use me. As long as we’re breathing, there’s a way out.”

“Way out?!” Ye Jingsheng barked like a cornered dog. “With what? They stripped us of everything, and even if we make it out, they’ll shoot us to fucking pieces the second they see us!”

Fang Yang arched a brow, watching Ye Jingsheng pace and rant like a trapped animal. He stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. “You and Pei Jun… you know him, don’t you?”

“Fuck off!” Ye Jingsheng snapped, way too fast to be convincing. He froze, realizing his reaction, then turned away abruptly and flopped onto the creaky bed. “I don’t fucking know him,” he muttered, his voice lower this time.

Fang Yang’s gaze lingered on him, but he didn’t push further. There was no point mentioning what he knew. If Pei Jun wanted Ye Jingsheng dead, that bullet would’ve hit its mark.

—-

The holding room was nothing more than a gutted military warehouse. Concrete walls reinforced with steel, and the only door, a multi-layered slab of metal, left no hope for escape from inside.

Ye Jingsheng sat silently, his frustration simmering beneath the surface, eyes darting around the room.

Six hours? Maybe longer? His wristwatch was gone, so he’d taken to marking the passage of time by carving faint lines into his arm.

He spotted something.

A tiny device, tucked inconspicuously in a corner of the ceiling. His sharp eyes caught it, and an almost feral grin tugged at his lips.

“What the fuck are you scheming now?” Fang Yang’s voice cut through his thoughts. His tone was steady, but his flushed face betrayed the fever creeping in.

Ye Jingsheng turned toward him, and for reasons he didn’t quite understand, his chest tightened. Something like worry clawing at him. Even though the bullet had been removed and the wound treated, the fever meant complications.

“Fuck!” He cursed, pressing his hand to Fang Yang’s burning forehead. His expression darkened. “You’re burning up again. Goddamnit.”

Fang Yang smirked weakly. “At least it’s me and not your dumb ass.”

Ye Jingsheng glared at him as if he’d seen a ghost. “You’re out of your fucking mind, aren’t you? Saying shit like that’s making my skin crawl.”

Fang Yang, however, didn’t stop looking at him. His flushed face and the faint heat in his gaze gave off a sultry, almost seductive air. He said nothing, just kept staring in that way that made Ye Jingsheng’s breathing quicken without realizing it.

Fine. He admitted it. He was getting turned on, in this fucked-up situation!

Ye Jingsheng, can you stop being a damn animal for once?!

“Fang Yang, quit teasing me when we’re stuck in this shithole!” He gave Fang Yang a punch, light enough not to hurt. Fang Yang took the opportunity to pull him down, both of them ending up tangled together on the narrow bed.

“We can’t get out anyway. So why not…” Fang Yang’s hand slipped into the tattered remains of Ye Jingsheng’s shirt, finding his sensitive spot and giving it a teasing pinch. “…make our own fun?”

Ye Jingsheng couldn’t help but marvel at how Fang Yang managed to stay a shameless bastard even when death was breathing down their necks. But what about me?

Hell, he didn’t know. All he knew was that before he could think, he was straddling Fang Yang’s waist, looking down at him with a challenging grin. “You asked for this.”

Fang Yang didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed Ye Jingsheng by the collar and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Hands flew, clothes were ripped away, their movements frantic and burning with an urgency that seemed to consume everything in its path.

Breaking free for a moment, Ye Jingsheng shoved Fang Yang down, peeling off the other man’s jeans. The pungent scent of sweat made him wrinkle his nose for a second, but what he did next caught Fang Yang completely off guard.

Ye Jingsheng took his cock into his mouth.

“Ahh! Fuck!” Fang Yang’s head fell back as a strangled moan ripped from his throat. He’d never thought Ye Jingsheng, proud as he was, would go down on someone like this.

Ye Jingsheng didn’t stop, his voice muffled as he spoke around Fang Yang’s length. “You’re a damn pervert. Did you come up with an escape plan already?”

Fang Yang clutched at his head, his hips bucking uncontrollably. “Ah—fuck, Jingsheng, you’re amazing… so fucking good… keep going…ah! Don’t bite, damn it!”

Ye Jingsheng pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with white streaks that still connected him to Fang Yang’s cock. The sight of Fang Yang’s throbbing arousal, slick and twitching, made him click his tongue. “Figures you’d have backup.”

Fang Yang groaned, his voice husky as he gasped out, “Yeah, Caribbeans. Liao Qiu’s waiting for us. Fuck, stop teasing and just—ahh!”

Ye Jingsheng didn’t give him a chance to finish. His hands gripped Fang Yang’s hips, spreading his legs wide and exposing him completely. His tongue darted out, trailing from Fang Yang’s cock to the forbidden spot behind.

Instead of resisting, Fang Yang’s moans only grew louder, his body trembling. “Ah, Jingsheng… don’t stop…more!”

Ye Jingsheng was inflamed with desire from his call, his cock hard and throbbing. He smacked Fang Yang’s ass and gasps, “Spread your legs. I… I can’t hold back…” His cock was already pressing against Fang Yang’s entrance, hot and slick, desperately wanting to thrust inside. Fang Yang obediently arched his back, but suddenly let out a cry of pain, and Ye Jingsheng noticed fresh blood seeping through the bandage on his shoulder.

Damn it, he had forgotten he was injured.

“It’s okay…” Fang Yang rasped, “I know it’s tough for you, come on.” Ye Jingsheng frowned, holding him back: “Forget it, if I really fucked you, you’d be dead tomorrow.”

He was about to get off the bed when Fang Yang suddenly sat up, grinding their hot, erect cocks together, “Can we really just stop like this?”

“Ow!!” Ye Jingsheng almost came from the intense pleasure, he angrily exclaimed, “What else can we do?!” Fang Yang flashed a mischievous smile, “Let me top–”

“You!!!!” Ye Jingsheng’s face flushed, but seeing Fang Yang’s look, he couldn’t get angry, only hesitated a moment before Fang Yang pinned him down and lifted his legs.

“Damn it! Hey! I haven’t agreed! Ah~~~~” Ye Jingsheng felt his blood surge to his head as Fang Yang’s length forcefully entered him, quick and fierce.

“Fucking hell! I’m going to fuck your whole family, ah! Be gentle! Ah! gentle, you animal!” The louder Ye Jingsheng cursed, the more aroused Fang Yang became, almost wanting to fuck him to death on the bed. The wound on his shoulder had already burst open, bleeding through the bandage, but at that moment, Fang Yang had only one thought. He wanted to fuck Ye Jingsheng to death!

Yet Ye Jingsheng was not one to give in easily. Fang Yang had unleashed all his bestiality, and while cursing, Ye Jingsheng struggled to regain control.

As Fang Yang thrust, he growled, “Does it feel good? Talk! Ye Jingsheng!”

Ye Jingsheng couldn’t hold back a scream, his voice ringing out as he gripped Fang Yang’s arm and twisted his body. Sweat and heat clung to their skin, his fragile yet intoxicating moans filling the room.

Fang Yang, momentarily distracted by the sight, let out a low, appreciative murmur. Taking advantage of the shift, Ye Jingsheng flipped their positions, straddling Fang Yang’s waist. The sudden change caused deep, guttural moans to escape both of them

Ye Jingsheng gasped as he felt the other man’s cock push impossibly deep, a sensation that sent shivers coursing through his body. The thought of it grinding against his insides sparked an overwhelming wave of masochistic pleasure. His own cock hardened once more, pressing fiercely between their tightly entwined bodies, the intensity of their connection driving them both closer to the edge.

After all, Ye Jingsheng was Ye Jingsheng, a supreme sensualist. “Fang Yang.” He began to move his hips up and down arrogantly, “Let’s see who can last till the end!”

“Ah~~~~” Fang Yang let out a cry as if he was on the brink of death!

How had he not noticed before how sexy, how lascivious Ye Jingsheng was?!

—-

The man in black sat quietly in front of the screen, as if the fiery and stimulating erotic scene before him had nothing to do with him.

He observed coldly, watching them turn hell into a paradise of indulgence.

All he could do was watch, his eyes cold and unmoved.

Pei Jun suddenly stood, pulling out the Lion of North Africa. He fired several shots at the screen, sparks flying as the monitor shattered into a thousand pieces. A few shards cut past his cheek, leaving deep gashes in their wake.