There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 227: [Bonus - ]The Star and The Flower (1) (M)

Chapter 227: [Bonus Chapter]The Star and The Flower (1) (M)

How long did it take, before Han Joon found someone waiting for him outside the academy gate, asking him to get in the car and bringing him somewhere?

Twenty-three days.

Twenty-three days of Radia avoiding him like a plague.

Twenty-three days before Radia couldn’t take it anymore and summoned him.

He chuckled inwardly and let the staff take him to a hotel. One that was owned by the Mallarc. He wouldn’t even be surprised if it was actually owned by Radia himself.

And there he was, inside the topmost suite, sitting on an armchair like the young master that he was; casual, slouched back, arms crossed. Face the epitome of haughtiness. There was a table and a cup of tea in front of him. No other chair.

In that spacious, obviously expensive room, there was only one chair and one table.

Han Joon held back from arching his brow and chuckling. Oh no, he wouldn’t give Radia that satisfaction.

But he did say one thing, to properly start.

"Took you long enough," flat, nonchalant, delivered without any change in expression like a mockery.

But Radia was as good of an actor as he was. The boy didn’t even twitch, even though Joon knew there was a fire blazing beneath those crimson eyes.

Fury? Desire?

Both?

Joon stopped in front of the table, staring wordlessly at the crimson eyes. The lips that parted below were as baiting as the words coming out between them.

"I just want to give you time to repent," the boy said. "Clearly you have no capability for it."

Han Joon held back a desire to snarl. This was fun.

"Repent?" he arched his brow, looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, and finished it with a scoff.

Ah, the way Radia talked right now was how he usually talk to other people. Did the boy want to show him that Joon had lost the privilege of being someone in his inner circle?

How utterly adorable.

"Alright," he said. "Since I’m so dumb, why don’t you tell me what I should repent on?"

Radia laughed mockingly. "Tell you? Why should I bore myself with educating your incompetence?"

"Because why else would you bring me here?" Han Joon tilted his head, putting on a confused face. "Why don’t you just tell me to repent in front of the whole school?"

The crimson eyes narrowed, and Joon, who would barely say anything outside unless he had to, spoke again. "Perhaps because you don’t want others to know what you would like me to repent?"

"What bullshit. It seems like you have a great desire to be humiliated in front of a crowd," Radia frowned, but Han Joon just chuckled lowly.

"I don’t really mind even if you do so," he said, walking closer to the table. "Just tell other people how you hate me egging you on. Just tell them you want me to grovel on your feet, apologizing for not sucking your dick."

The corner of Radia’s eye twitched, and the boy gripped the armrest, seemingly wanting to stand up and lash out. But before he could do that, Han Joon had already grabbed the edge of the table and thrown it to the side--teacup and everything.

Blinking with widened eyes, Radia stared at the face that was smiling deeply while the table crashed into the floor. The black eyes were sharp and gleaming as the older boy loomed above him, hands gripping his on the armrests.

"Dee," Han Joon said, a low sound that brought a shiver to Radia’s spine. "You should stop bluffing," the face, the cold and handsome face, leaned closer, almost making his heart stop pumping. "You can deceive others, but not me. Fooling others is my role."

All this charade of going round and round, trying to rail the older boy, provoking, hoping for Joon to come out first. In this room, an empty room where there were only them and no one else, not even the shadow guards that were usually around.

In this room where they could just be themselves, what was the use for charade?

And Radia knew it too.

"...fuck!" Radia leaned back and closed his eyes, brows knitted in frustration. "Fuck--what the fuck do you want?!"

Biting his lips and stomping his foot to the ground, the seventeen-year-old boy, for the first time in his life, felt the frustration of not knowing what to do. Of wanting something and couldn’t get it right away. Of wanting something so bad, so strongly, that he had no leeway of desiring something else.

"What are you playing? Why are you doing this game? What exactly it is that you want? What is--" he stopped and took a deep breath, opening his eyes with a pleading look. There was no trace of that haughty, smug young master anymore. "Fuck--just...damn it..." he exhaled long, heavy, desperate. "Tell me what you want, Joon."

It was a small voice that showed how he really felt. The vulnerability behind the blazing crimson. The feeling he had suppressed for twenty-three days. As he looked into the bottomless black eyes, Radia had no energy to dodge, to put on a facade.

He let the older boy see him, raw and unmasked as he pleaded again. "Please..."

"You," the answer came simply, in a low and firm voice, and a gentle caress on his cheek. "What I want, is you," the fingers traveled down, to his neck, stroking the pulse there. And then lower, resting above his heart. "Your soul, your heart, your mind," the cold face morphed into something so gentle and yet so firm; a soft smile and a piercing gaze.

"I want to fill it with my presence."

"Then why..."

"But do you want me?" Han Joon continued, the black eyes glinting with a sharp, almost obsessive light. "...darling?"

With widened eyes, Radia looked at the older boy. Perplexed at first. And then he saw it, slowly, bit by bit, the desire behind those black eyes. The ardor behind that cold face. The passion behind the curling lips. And the affection behind the tight grip.

He saw it, what Joon had wanted. What Joon had wanted from him.

"...yes," he replied, almost breathlessly. "Yes," Radia repeated, grasping the hand on the armrest. "God--yes."

Leaning down, lips pressed into the shell of Radia’s ear, Han Joon whispered lowly. "Prove it."

Radia looked up to stare into the black eyes with a mix of confusion and desperation. The Radia Mallarc, who knew more than any of his peers, was clueless about what he should do. The sturdy hands pulled him by his arms, and he followed the wide back inside the room further down, where there was a bed instead of a single chair.

He felt his breath stutter, as he started to realize what they would do--what they might do. The hand led him to the bed, pushing him down by his chest.

"Show me," the deep, deep voice sunk into his consciousness. "Show me how much you want me."

The firm hand--strong and veiny and long--retreated from his chest. And then Han Joon stepped back, settling at the edge of the bed with one leg outside--as if he could leave at any moment.

Radia understood. He didn’t know how, but he understood. He understood that Joon would not touch him further until the older boy was satisfied.

And Radia didn’t care anymore.

He didn’t care if he had to beg. He had been practically begging for months now. What did it matter? He could no longer think of anything or anyone else but Joon.

Everything went like automatic; it was almost mindless, instinctive, as he took off his clothes and started to touch himself. All the while, his eyes had never left Han Joon, staring keenly at the black eyes as he rubbed his entrance, roaming the sturdy figure as his chest heaved.

The time felt like they were going fast and slowed down at the same time. Oh, it was so delightful, staring into the gleaming eyes that no longer hide desire. It made every movement of his fingers, every graze his nails made along the wall, felt increasingly pleasurable.

Because it was no longer pleasuring himself. He was preparing himself for Joon, for his desire, for his growing obsession. And when the cold face started to shift, the stiff lips started to stretch, Radia couldn’t hold his moan anymore.

He used both hands now, fingering himself as if they were Joon’s. The black eyes were clearly savoring the crumbling expression, and those long fingers started to unbutton the academy uniform, revealing the sculpted figure underneath. Radia was biting his lips, mind only focused on the growing expanse of revealed skin and toned muscle.

And when those hands moved lower, everything seemed to go slower. The unbuckling of the belt, the pulling of the pants. Everything felt so slow and made him feel impatient. Radia moaned and squirmed as he laid eyes on Joon’s erect length, mind screaming with lust and almost painful desperation. It wasn’t even his first time, but he felt like a cat in heat.

"Joon..." his voice sounded almost like a gasp, and when the long finger pressed against his lips, Radia almost couldn’t breathe. The sound of his beating heart was so loud in his ears, yet everything seemed to stop and grow quiet when the finger was replaced by a pair of lips.

It was sweet, it was bitter. It was slow and too quick at the same time. It was a simple kiss that erase all of his kisses before. A kiss that felt like a first kiss.

He felt a hand hold his nape, and the lips were pulling back. But Radia chased it, consumed it, claiming again the kiss he had been waiting for months, for years. He would never be apart from those lips if he could.

But he had to; the first gasp came out as Joon pushed all the way inside, and all thoughts were being erased from his mind. There was only one thing, one thought, one presence.

There was only Han Joon.

After that, Joon didn’t kiss him again until it was over. Radia was frustrated, even while being overwhelmed and overstimulated. But he realized why after a while--after he saw the sharp eyes, the hungry smile, the knitted brows.

It wasn’t that Joon didn’t want to kiss him. The guy just wanted to see his face; his flushed, bliss-out, fucked face. The face that told him Radia was his now, that Radia would never even think about being with anyone else but him.

Han Joon enjoyed that, reveled in that, licking his lips as he drove moans and screams and other thoughts from Radia’s mind. Other thoughts but him.

And Radia felt that fire inside him, the deep obsession he never knew the stoic man could ever have. It was taking root, consuming him, consuming them both.

And Radia took it with delight.

As he felt the warm fluid flooding his inside, as he tasted again the kiss he longed for so much, there was no one in his head but Joon. Joon. Han Joon. He whispered the name against the smiling lips.

Delightfully trapped.

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