Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)
Chapter 121 - 116: The Breaking Point (2)

Chapter 121: Chapter 116: The Breaking Point (2)

The air between them became thicker, heavier with unspoken tension. Gabriel could feel it, the weight of Damian’s gaze, the intensity of his presence. It was not just exhaustion in those golden eyes; there was something deeper and more primal. A hunger that Gabriel had seen flicker before but never fully recognized until now.

Damian shifted slightly, setting the discarded report aside with a deliberate motion. His fingers flexed against the polished wood armrest of the chair before he lifted one hand and flicked his wrist to gesture Gabriel forward.

A silent command.

Gabriel paused for only a second before stepping forward, slow and deliberate, closing the gap between them. He felt the heat rise as he approached, the sheer weight of Damian’s presence pressing down on him in ways that had little to do with words.

By the time he stopped in front of Damian’s chair, they were close enough that he could hear the Emperor’s breaths, slow and measured, controlled only by sheer force of will.

Damian’s fingers twitched, curling briefly against his palm before unclenching again. He was barely holding himself together.

Gabriel looked down at him, at the sharp lines of his face, the slight tension in his jaw, the gold of his eyes darkened by something unrelenting.

His chest tightened, his breath hitching as Damian’s hand slid around his waist, fingers pressing into his side with a possessiveness that left no room for argument.

Damian drew him closer, guiding him into the space between his legs. Gabriel’s heart raced, his body stiffening as Damian’s forehead pressed against his hip. For a moment, he thought Damian was seeking comfort, grounding himself. But then he felt it: the quiet pull of ether, the subtle shift in energy between them. Something that he was unable to identify seemed to be drawn out of him by Damian’s very presence.

"Damian," Gabriel warned, his voice low but lacking conviction. His fingers twitched, his body tensing as the ether within him stirred. It felt like a tide being pulled toward the moon, unstoppable and inevitable.

The Emperor exhaled slowly, his breath warm against Gabriel’s skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. "You absorbed too much," Damian murmured, his voice rough with fatigue. "I need to balance it out for you."

Gabriel frowned, his hand instinctively moving to Damian’s shoulder. "You have done enough already. You’re pushing yourself."

Damian’s grip tightened, his fingers pressing against Gabriel’s back with controlled force. "I can handle it."

"That’s not the point," Gabriel snapped, trying to step back. But Damian’s hold was unyielding, keeping him firmly in place. Damian’s body heat burned through him, making it difficult to think clearly.

"You need to let me do this," Damian growled, his voice lower and rougher now. "If you collapse, then what was the point of everything?"

Gabriel stilled, the words cutting through him.

He had no idea how much ether he had absorbed and how much it must have affected him. His body felt stable, his mind clear, but he knew Damian would not say something like this without a reason. Still, the idea of Damian draining more energy when he was already on the verge of exhaustion made Gabriel uneasy.

"Damian," he tried again, softer this time, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I won’t take more than necessary," Damian murmured against his hip, his breath hot and sending a shiver down Gabriel’s spine. "Just enough to keep you stable."

Gabriel hesitated, his jaw clenching. It was frustrating to be unable to argue with pure logic when every instinct in him screamed to push Damian away. But he couldn’t. Not when Damian was this close, this vulnerable. Finally, he let out a quiet breath. "Fine. But if you pass out, I’m throwing you to the physicians."

Damian let out a low chuckle that echoed throughout Gabriel’s body. "I’d like to see you try."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, but he didn’t push him away. For now, he would let Damian have this, just for tonight.

His free hand lifted instead, fingertips brushing against the hem of Gabriel’s shirt. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but the intent was clear. Let me in.

Gabriel’s breath caught as Damian’s fingers slid beneath the fabric, tracing the outline of his hipbone. The touch was cool against his skin, but it sent a wave of heat rushing through him. He did not pull away or protest; he simply let Damian’s hand explore, his grip on Damian’s waist tightening in response.

Damian’s touch was deliberate and measured, as if he were mapping out Gabriel’s entire body. His fingers trailed higher, brushing over the taut muscles of Gabriel’s abdomen, before sliding back down to toy with the waistband of his pants. Gabriel’s breathing became faster, and his chest rose and fell in an effort to remain steady.

"Damian," he warned, his voice a growl.

Damian’s smile didn’t falter. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband, and Gabriel’s hips jerked forward instinctively, a low groan escaping his lips. Damian’s other hand reached up, tangling in the short strands of Gabriel’s hair, pulling him down until their faces were inches apart.

"Relax," Damian murmured, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Gabriel’s spine. "I’m just getting started."

Gabriel’s throat worked as Damian’s hand slipped lower, cupping him through the fabric of his pants. He could feel the heat of Damian’s palm and the pressure of his fingers as they explored, testing, teasing. He wanted to protest, to demand more, but the words caught in his throat as Damian’s grip tightened, just enough to make his knees weaken.

Damian’s hand slid back to Gabriel’s waistband, deftly undoing the clasp and pulling his pants down just enough to free him. Gabriel’s breath caught as Damian’s fingers wrapped around him, his touch firm and sure. He didn’t move at first, just held Gabriel there, his gaze locked on his.

"Tell me what you want," Damian said, his voice low and commanding.

Gabriel’s hands clenched on Damian’s thighs, his nails digging into the fabric of his robe. "You know what I want," he growled, his voice thick with need.

Damian’s lips curved into a faint smile, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against Gabriel’s hip as he whispered, "Then take it."

Gabriel’s stomach lurched as Damian’s hand tightened, but before he could react, Damian was sliding off the chair, kneeling in front of him. Gabriel’s breath caught as Damian’s golden eyes met his, full of dark promise.

Damian’s hands settled on Gabriel’s hips, his fingers digging into his skin as he leaned forward, his breath warm against Gabriel’s skin. Gabriel’s heart pounded in his chest as Damian’s lips brushed against him, soft and teasing. He wanted to protest, to demand more, but the words caught in his throat as Damian’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate line up the length of him.

Gabriel’s hands entangled Damian’s hair as he pulled him closer. Damian’s lips tightened around him, and Gabriel leaned back, a low groan escaping his lips. Damian’s mouth felt hot and wet, and the sensation sent a rush of heat through him.

Damian’s hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the curve of Gabriel’s ass before slipping between his cheeks. Gabriel’s breath caught as Damian’s fingers pressed against him, teasing, testing. He didn’t move at first; he just let Damian explore, his body trembling with the effort to keep himself steady.

"Damian," Gabriel growled, his voice rough with need.

Damian’s lips pulled away, his tongue trailing up the length of Gabriel in a slow, deliberate motion. "Patience," he murmured, his voice low and velvety. "We’re just getting started."

Gabriel tightened his grip on Damian’s hair as Damian’s fingers pressed deeper, loosening him with slow, deliberate strokes. Damian’s mouth returned to him, his lips closing again, and Gabriel’s hips jerked forward instinctively. Damian’s hands tightened around his hips, holding him in place as he drew him deeper, his tongue synchronized with his fingers.

Gabriel’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from the effort to remain steady. Damian’s mouth was hot, wet, and the sensation sent a wave of heat rushing through him. He could feel the pressure rising low in his gut, the tension tightening with each stroke of Damian’s tongue and twist of his fingers.

"Fuck," Gabriel growled, his hands tightening in Damian’s hair.

Damian’s lips pulled away, his tongue tracing a slow, teasing line up the length of Gabriel. "Do you want more?" he murmured, his voice low and velvety.

Gabriel’s eyes met Damian’s, and he didn’t hesitate. "Yes."

Damian’s lips curved into a faint smile, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips closing around Gabriel once more, and Gabriel tipped back, letting out a low groan. Damian’s mouth was hot and wet, and the sensation sent a rush of heat through him. He could feel the pressure rising low in his gut, the tension tightening with each stroke of Damian’s tongue and twist of his fingers.

Gabriel’s hands tightened in Damian’s hair, and Damian’s grip on his hips tightened in response. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept going, his mouth working in time with his fingers, until Gabriel was trembling on the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Damian," he growled, his voice rough with need.