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As soon as the hotel door slammed shut, Rai dragged Jean inside, his grip unrelenting. He pinned Jean to the wall, one hand braced beside his head, the other pressing against Jean's chest — not to restrain, but to feel the storm beneath his skin.
Then he leaned in — not for a kiss, but to breathe him in.
Blood and forest rain.
That scent alone made Jean's knees falter.
Just as Jean's hands reached up, desperate to anchor them together, Rai pulled back — his warmth vanishing like a cruel tease. Jean's fingers brushed the empty air where Rai had stood just seconds ago, eyes narrowing as he caught that mischievous, infuriating grin.
Jean: "What are you doing?"
Rai just shrugged, maddeningly casual.
Jean: "You're testing me."
Rai (smirking): "Who knows?"
The smirk was the last straw.
Jean surged forward, shoving Rai down onto the couch and climbing onto his lap in one smooth, furious motion. His mouth crashed into Rai's — desperate, punishing, needy.
A war of tongues, teeth, and breath, echoing in the stillness of the room. Every sound, every gasp, a sin.
Their bodies ignited — heat rolling off them in waves. Hands gripping. Hips grinding. Boundaries obliterated.
Rai (murmuring against his mouth): "I love it when you lose control."
Jean pulled back, panting. His pupils blown wide, lips wet and bruised. Without a word, he slid off Rai's lap and dropped to his knees — eyes dark, deliberate.
Rai raised a brow, tension coiling in his gut.
Jean didn't break eye contact.
He leaned forward and took the zipper between his teeth, slowly dragging it down — smooth, unhurried, dominant in the most dangerous way.
Jean (voice like sin): "Then watch me."
Rai's breath hitched — just slightly, just enough for Jean to notice.
That smirk he wore? Gone. Replaced with something else. Something hungry. But Jean didn't stop to admire it. His fingers slid slowly along Rai's thighs, teasing, commanding. And Jean unleashed the monster that was hiding inside those pants. Now standing proudly. Their eyes locked, heat roaring between them — a dare neither of them was willing to lose. Jean grabbed it in circle. And Rai groaned.
Rai (voice low, unsteady): "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."
Jean: "You started it."
His voice was molten, dripping with challenge and sin.
Jean's lips brushed Rai's tip of the penis, deliberate and slow, like he was tasting the power shift — and owning it. The tension between them thickened, heady and consuming. The air itself felt charged, as if the storm outside had followed them into the room. Jean licked and tasted it. Without putting the whole thing.
Rai's hand twitched at his side — itching to grab, to push Jean's head deeper, to claim — but he held still, letting Jean take control. For now.
But his voice dropped to a whisper, soaked with want:
Rai: "Show me, Jean. Show me how far you'll go."
With the challenge Jean pushed it all the way, choking it and Rai growled. The tightness around his penis was overwhelming. His back arched. Without meaning it, he pushed Jean's head deeper. He deep throated Jean. As he was choking on his pre cum. Jean's head was bobing up and down with intense speed. Tears around his eyes spilling. And finally with a groan Rai cummed in his mouth. Jean didn't spit it.
He gulped.
Rai huffing, "It's dangerous."
Jean didn't listen to Rai. And again climbed on top him. Kissing Rai, making him taste his own pre cum.
Rai growled, " You look so breedle. "
Jean hissed, " Fill me up than. "
Rai didn't waste any second. He carried Jean to the bed. Pushed him down. Not so gently. The sheets in the bed already messy as it can get. Stripping Jean from top to bottom. Exploring his body, curves, collarbone, belly, thigs and finally the hole he is drooling over. He could finally taste it.
He licked the entrench of the hole making Jean whimper. The new sensation Jean is feeling is beyond pleasure. Rai's tongue was already inside the hole before Jean could comprehend what happened.
And a scream left his mouth.
" Ah! .. Ah.. I'm cumming.. I'm. "
He fisted on Rai's hair as he sucked it hard. Jean twisted and turned but no use. Rai didn't leave the hole before Jean cummed inside his mouth. And finally he did.
Jean was already mess with crying and saliva. Legs apart as if welcoming Rai to take his virginity. Proudly.
Rai tilted his chin, locking eyes.
Rai, " Legs up. "
The pale slender legs now resting on Rai's board shoulder. As Rai put three fingers inside him. Scissoring the hole to the max.
" Ah.. Ah.. Ah!! Agg .. Deeper.. More."
He inserted one more more which shook Jean. Now actually screaming.
" Ahhh!! Ahh!! Put it in. I wan.. Want. .. It. Now"
Rai couldn't hold himself. Not anymore. And he thrusted.
Rai groaned, " Ah! "
" You're tight. "
Jean pushed himself down. And something in Rai's heart just, the temptation to devour him whole and left no crumbs. He inserted his full length. Now tearing the hole. The blood spilled in the bed sheets.
" Ahh.. R.. Rai... Rai!! Ahh! "
" Scream... Say it again. "
" Ahh.. Ahh"
" Say my name. "
Thrust.
" Ra.. Ahh.. Ahh.. Ahh.. Rai.. Rai.. "
He chanted the name like prayers.
And the thrusting only got fast shaking Jean's whole body up and down. Hair messy, already cummed dozens of times. Sticky and even more wet than before. His nipples are shallow from the hard sucking. Red marks now cover him like sin. Rai bit his left thigh as he pulled it even higher. Now the position is even deeper. Bite marks in thighs looked like rashes. But it was claiming. His lips are shallow from kissing. Body numb and aching but pleasure level on max.
Jean experienced the thrill, the new sensations that he never felt. The pleasure that comes with pain. But he is willing to take it to the max. He moaned, cried and begged to penetrate even deeper and Rai did as he said.
Rai wanted to erase the painful memory he witnessed in the mountain from Jean. He wanted to ease him down. Anyhow if that means. The room was echoing with skin clapping and moaning. As two individuals now shadowing as one.
They are the deepest in them than they can ever be. Even then it's not enough. Rai wanted more. But that would scare Jean. He doesn't want to do that.
He is a man who prioritizes his pleasure first. But when it comes to this man now being thrusted by him non stop it's different. Rai can't control him when it comes to this man. As if Jean is controlling him and he is losing his control in life. He was scared if Jean could accept him the way he is. Now he is relieved because he knows Jean is the salvation is seeking for.
_________
The morning light was soft — a faint silver glow spilling through the hotel curtains, brushing over tangled sheets and bare skin.
Jean stirred, muscles sore, chest rising with shallow, sleepy breaths. He felt like he'd been claimed — and maybe he had. Every inch of him still ached with the memory of Rai's hands, lips, and the way his name was spoken like a prayer and a curse all at once.
But more than the ache was the weight draped over his chest — Rai's mouth, possessive,moving, sucking on his nipples. Making it even more shallow.
Jean groaned, " Are you not done yet? "
Rai while still sucking, " I will never be done with you. "
Jean ruffled Rai's hair that's under the blanket. Letting Rai feast on him. Making him satisfied. Rai only got lower and lower. Making new marks, fresh and red. And a final big bite on the stomach that took all his semen inside. Raw.
The hole was wet again. Rai went down again. Tasting it again. " You're wet again, darling. "
Jean was nowhere in the sense to grasp the situation but losing his mind and hole in Rai's mouth again.
Rai's mouth almost covered the whole entrance of the hole making sure not a single drop of cum went to waste. And he devoured him. Jean's body shivered as he released his cum in his mouth. But Rai didn't stop sucking and licking. Hoping Jean will cum more. And then Jean smacked his head.
" Come up, you perv. There's no more. "
" You wanna bet. "
Before Rai could insert his finger in Jean's ass. Jean pulled him up. " Enough. I'm tired. "
Rai smiled, licking Jean's bottom lips.
Jean, " Nasty. "
Rai laughed, low and lazy.
They were tangled on the bed, limbs warm beneath the rising light. Jean faced him now, both arms looped loosely around Rai's neck. Rai's hand wandered — down Jean's spine, over his hip, then lower.
A slow stroke. Fingers daring to insert again.
Jean jolted. Smack.
Rai winced dramatically, grinning. "Okay, okay!
Jean shot him a sharp glare, lips twitching despite himself.
Rai leaned in and kissed him — not the heated kind from hours before, but something slower. Reverent. A soft smooch on Jean's forehead. Then his eyes. His cheeks.
"You're up early," Rai murmured against his skin.
Jean replied, voice quiet and hoarse, "I had to make sure you didn't disappear."
Rai's smile faded — replaced by something solemn. His fingers brushed Jean's cheek again, grounding him.
"Who was that?" he asked softly.
Jean froze.
Of course. He knew this would come. That the weight of last night wouldn't stay buried in mud forever. That Rai, observant and relentless, would ask — would deserve an answer.
His heartbeat slowed.
Jean pulled back slightly, meeting Rai's eyes. He didn't flinch from the seriousness in them.
"The man I killed…" Jean began, breathing shallowly.
" He is.... "
*************
(FLASHBACK)
Location: Hospital – Private Room – Night
The air was thick with quiet tension.
Sage Brown, the young heir to BETA, lounged lazily on a leather sofa, his fingers steepled, legs crossed with ease. A thick folder lay open on the glass table—pages filled with internal memos, test logs, raw data. Secrets never meant to surface.
Across from him sat Jay Arison and Emily Arison, tense and rigid. Beside them, on the hospital bed, lay young Jean—pale, feverish, a sheen of sweat across his forehead as he drifted between consciousness and fever dreams.
Sage's calm was chilling.
Sage:
"If one devil purges the world of other devils... does that make him a villain—"
(a smile, slow and cruel)
"—or a necessary evil?"
Jay's jaw tightened as he flipped through the folder.
Jay:
"You really think a stack of files makes you persuasive?"
Sage: (smirking)
"Didn't I already persuade you, Mr. Arison?"
Jay looked ready to retort, but Emily's hand pressed gently over his, grounding him.
Emily:
"What's your real reason for showing us this? The files… this data?"
Sage: (eyes gleaming)
"Why do you think, Mrs. Arison?"
Jay:
"Cut the riddles. Enough games."
Sage: (leaning back)
"Your son, right?"
(He nods toward the bed. Jean stirs, but doesn't wake.)
"Word is… he's infected?"
The shift in tone froze them.
Emily: (stammering)
"How… how do you know that? Wait—did you—?"
Sage:
"Not me. I don't experiment on children."
(lazily)
"But the scientists under my father? They're not so picky. Some of those trials on five-year-olds… very unfortunate."
(tilts his head)
"Looks like your boy got caught in the crossfire."
Jay's fists clenched.
Jay:
"What do you want?"
Sage: (sighs, as if bored)
"If you think the President will forgive you for poking around his vaults… spying on his farm… you're more naive than I thought. But your family?"
(smiles)
"That's a different story."
He leaned forward, his voice turning darker.
Sage:
"Here's my offer: keep quiet. Do exactly as I say. In return, I will keep your little curiosity a secret…"
(pause)
"…and I give you the antidote your son needs. Sounds fair? "
Jay:
"And if we refuse?"
Sage: (soft chuckle)
"It's not me who needs the medicine. It's your kid."
(gestures lazily behind him)
"And you see that man there?"
(nods toward Felton)
"His name's Fox. He's… very good at cleaning up messes."
Emily: (cold)
"Are you threatening us now, kid?"
Sage: (grinning)
"Kid? That's cute."
(eyes sharp now)
"Let me ask you—why'd you even agree to meet? You saw the data, and still came. Which means either it's not what you expected… or it's exactly what you feared."
Silence fell. The truth was already choking them.
Because yes—the data showed the organs didn't come from innocents. They were harvested from monsters: rapists, serial killers, child traffickers.
BETA wasn't just harvesting bodies.
It was harvesting evil.
With the full backing of powerful hands.
Emily: (whispers)
"And the medicine? The treatments…?"
Sage: (voice turning sharp)
"You're crossing a line, ma'am."
(leans back, then sits up straighter)
"I asked a question. You answered with a question. I don't like that."
Jay and Emily exchanged one final glance. There was no going back.
Sage: (quietly now)
"Before my old man hears about this… Deal. Or not?"
A long, bitter pause.
Jay: (through clenched teeth)
"…Fine."
Sage stood, satisfied.
Sage:
"See, Fox? Told you they'd come around. Thank you for your time, Mr. and Mrs. Arison."
He turned and left. Felton gave a quiet bow before following.
Behind them, the silence was deafening.
---
LATER –
Emily sat trembling in the hospital hallway. Jay beside her, silent.
Emily:
"What are we going to tell Hans?"
Jay:
"...I hope he understands."
Emily: (barely a whisper)
"I hope so too."
_________
Hans arrived during night at the hospital---
Hans slammed his hand against the table, tea spilling everywhere.
Hans:
"Are you two insane?! Evil is evil—no matter the disguise!"
Jay:
"Hans, listen. Those people Sage uses—they're monsters. No law could ever touch them. He's purging the rot we couldn't."
Hans:
"And what, that makes it right?! The kid's a damn butcher! You saw the files—there were children, Jay! Innocent children!"
Emily:
"We're not saying he's innocent. But the data… the tests… they were manipulated. This cure—it works."
Hans: (cold)
"I don't care about your miracle cure."
(steps forward)
"You were supposed to bring the truth to light—not sell your soul for a syringe."
He storms for the door.
Hans:
"If you won't expose them… I will."
Jay moves to block him.
Jay:
"Jean needs that medicine. If we challenge Sage now, he'll retaliate. And Jean dies."
Hans:
"So you'd trade justice—for one life?"
Emily:
"I would trade everything for Jean."
Hans: (hoarse)
"You're both mad."
He shoved past them. The door slammed behind him.
But on the bed... young Jean was awake. Eyes half-lidded. Heart shattering.
He heard everything.
________
Unknown location – Days later
Hans sat before a high-ranking government official, files in hand, expression unreadable.
Hans:
"Jay and Emily Arison have turned. They're protecting Sage. I have evidence."
The official leaned forward, greed already shining in his eyes.
---
JEAN'S BIRTHDAY –
Laughter filled the Arison home. Jean's birthday cake was barely touched. Jay and Emily smiled. Hans sat at the table—quiet, unreadable.
They thought he had forgiven them. That they were family.
But he had already betrayed them.
That night, men in black suits entered the home. The guard outside fell first. Silent. Efficient.
Hans led Jean to the second floor.
Hans:
"...Sorry, kid."
He locked the door behind Jean.
Downstairs, he moved quickly, grabbing the laptop.
What he didn't know?
The data was already gone.
When he returned, he found Jay and Emily on the floor.
Lifeless.
Not a flicker of remorse crossed his face.
He walked out into the night, cold as stone.
---
YEARS LATER –
Frozen forest. Christmas Eve.
The wind howled. Blood streaked across snow.
Hans crawled through the cold, wounded and broken. Behind him, fifteen-year-old Jean walked—blade drawn, breath slow and ghosting.
Jean:
"Why?"
Hans didn't answer. He coughed, spat red.
Jean:
"They were your best friends. Why didn't you listen?"
Hans: (weak, bitter)
"You wouldn't understand... you freak..."
Jean's voice was calm.
Jean:
"You sold them out. You watched them die."
Hans:
"They provoked the higher-ups! They asked for it!"
Jean: (voice sharp)
"And who told the higher-ups, huh? Who handed them over?"
Hans was trembling now. Freezing. Dying.
Hans:
"You're all monsters..."
Sam: (from behind)
"He's stalling. Do it."
Jake:
"Ray and Juli can't hold the crowd much longer. It's Christmas."
Far away, faint carol bells rang. A cruel lullaby.
Jean stepped forward.
Blade gleaming in moonlight.
Jean: (softly)
"Merry Christmas, Hans."
The slash was clean. Final.
The snow turned red.
As wind and snowfall erased the scene, the group disappeared—hoods up, footprints fading.
A betrayal buried beneath silence and ice.
************
Rai didn't say anything at first.
He simply pulled Jean into his arms, holding him tightly — as if shielding him from a world that had already asked too much from someone so young. Jean didn't resist. For the first time in years, the weight on his chest didn't feel like it was his alone to carry.
Rai's voice came low against his hair. "You've been carrying this all alone… haven't you?"
Jean stayed still, his fingers clenching the fabric of Rai's shirt.
"I already forgot," Jean whispered. "But I won't forget what he said. I'll find out what BETA really does. What my parents died for."
Rai's breath hitched slightly.
Inside, the puzzle pieces began to shift and align — almost too perfectly.
The infection Jean once had… Was it connected to the Phuket charity event?
The strange email from Sage… the 'reward' he mentioned.
Hans — the man Jean met in the mountains. Was Sage keeping him there? Watching him? Hiding him?
His silence stretched too long.
Jean pulled back slightly, searching Rai's face. "What are you thinking?"
Rai's jaw tensed. He hesitated. Then, quietly:
"My mother."
Jean blinked. "What?"
"She was a victim, too," Rai said, eyes distant. "She died because of the same experiments your parents tried to expose."
Jean's breath caught.
"I don't blame BETA entirely," Rai continued, his voice turning bitter. "Because the man who ran those trials... the one who injected poison into innocent lives…"
He looked at Jean.
"…was my father."
Jean's lips parted in shock.
"He… was a BETA researcher"
Jean's voice came out barely audible. "Was?"
Now, Rai's eyes locked with his.
"Sage killed him."
Silence. Cold and sharp. Jean's mind reeled — trying to catch up, to process.
But before he could speak, Rai added, softly… firmly:
"I helped Sage."