Chapter 43: Fragments
The faint sound of water dripping from the bathroom faded as the door creaked open. Andre emerged barefoot, his hair still damp, a loose shirt clinging to his chest where water droplets had soaked into the fabric. His silver eyes, calm and sharp as blades, swept across the room with disinterest.
On the coffee table, Ge Lin lay spread open, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat and cum. His thighs quivered faintly, and the red bite marks across his chest and neck glistened under the dim light. His body screamed used, but his eyes still followed Andre like a starving animal.
A smile tugged weakly at his lips. "…Already done with me?" His voice cracked, hoarse from moaning.
Andre's steps slowed. For a moment, he only stared, expression unreadable. Then he spoke, voice low but cutting.
"Stand up."
Ge Lin blinked. "…Huh?"
"Don't make me repeat myself."
The tone left no room for refusal. Trembling, Ge Lin pushed himself upright. His legs gave out almost instantly, but before he could fall, Andre's hand caught his arm with a quick, effortless grip. The touch was brief—clinical—but it sent a jolt down Ge Lin's spine.
Andre didn't lead him toward the bedroom. Instead, he steered him across the room, toward the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city. Neon lights bled into the night, the glass reflecting their forms back at them.
"Hands on the glass."
Ge Lin hesitated, glancing nervously at the view. "…Here? Someone might—"
"I said, hands." Andre's voice cut sharp, like ice against skin.
Ge Lin swallowed hard, then obeyed, pressing both palms flat against the cold surface. His reflection looked back at him: flushed, messy, pathetic.
Andre moved in behind him, chest pressing against his back, one hand sliding around to grip his jaw and tilt his head toward the reflection.
"Look." His breath ghosted against Ge Lin's ear. "Look at what you are when you're with me."
Ge Lin's face burned scarlet. His cock twitched, still sore and sensitive, but already stirring back to life.
Andre's free hand trailed down his chest slowly, deliberately skipping his length to rest just above his thigh. His lips brushed against the shell of Ge Lin's ear, his voice quiet, dangerous.
"You'd spread yourself open anywhere I told you to… wouldn't you?"
Ge Lin's breath fogged the glass. "…Y-yes."
"Pathetic." Andre's mouth curled faintly, though his eyes in the reflection remained hollow.
His hand finally slid lower, wrapping around Ge Lin's half-hard length, stroking slowly, mercilessly controlled. Ge Lin gasped, his hips jerking, but Andre's other hand clamped down on his jaw, keeping his gaze locked on the reflection.
"You don't get to look away. You watch what I make of you."
Ge Lin whimpered, pressing harder into the glass as his cock stiffened under Andre's precise strokes. His body ached from the earlier use, but the humiliation of being displayed like this only made his arousal throb sharper.
Andre leaned close, his lips brushing his cheek, and then—so softly it was nearly inaudible—he muttered, "…Not you."
Ge Lin's breath hitched. "Wh… what?"
Andre's grip on his jaw tightened, forcing his cheek flat against the glass. His voice returned, cold and steady. "Focus."
But fragments still slipped, carried on uneven breaths between strokes:
"…Not him… never enough…"
"…I'll break him harder…"
"…Yi…"
The name cracked like a whisper of poison. Ge Lin froze, his reflection blurring with the fog of his own desperate breaths. "Who—"
He didn't finish. Andre's teeth sank hard into his shoulder, silencing the question with pain. "Shut up."
His hand tightened cruelly on Ge Lin's cock, stroking faster now, deliberately stopping whenever Ge Lin's body convulsed toward release.
"Ahhh—Andr—ahhh, please—! Haaahh—I can't—please, I'll—" Ge Lin's voice cracked into sobbing moans, his body trembling violently under the onslaught of denial.
Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, smearing into the glass. His cock pulsed painfully, drooling against Andre's hand, but every time the edge neared, Andre dragged him back down, murmuring venom at his ear:
"You don't get to cum until I decide."
The words rang final, absolute.
By the sixth time his orgasm was snatched away, Ge Lin's legs were shaking uncontrollably, his knees threatening to buckle. His face pressed against the cold glass, streaked with sweat and tears, mouth open in ragged cries.
"Please… I'll break, Andre—please, I can't—"
Andre's hand clamped down on his throat, pulling his head back just enough for their eyes to lock in the reflection. His silver gaze was sharp, unreadable, but his lips moved with another fragmented whisper:
"…I'll ruin him more… I'll ruin him until he begs the way you do…"
"…Yi…"
Something like name slid out again, almost a sigh.
Ge Lin's eyes widened, confusion sparking even through the haze of overstimulation. "…Yi—who—" I can't get the full name
His voice choked off into a scream as Andre slammed him harder against the glass, the thick head of his cock pushing inside without warning.
"Shut up." Andre's voice was steel. "All you need to do is take it."
The stretch burned, but the sudden force ripped a sobbing moan from Ge Lin's throat. His body, already on the edge, clamped desperately around Andre, every nerve alive with pain and heat.
Andre's thrusts were brutal, unrelenting, each one driving Ge Lin's body against the glass hard enough to rattle it. The reflection blurred with every impact—his own face wet and broken, Andre's eyes behind him sharp, cold, something darker flickering in the silver.
"Ahhh—haaahhh—Andre—I can't—!"
"You'll take it until I'm finished."
The words hit like chains. Andre's hips drove faster, merciless, his hand gripping Ge Lin's cock again only to deny him at the last second, over and over, until Ge Lin was sobbing against the glass, his voice hoarse from begging.
Then, in a slip half-groan, half-mutter, Andre's voice cracked against his ear:
"…Not you… never you… you'll never be him…"
"…But I'll break him the same way…"
"…Even more."
"…He made me into this"
Ge Lin barely registered it through the haze of overstimulation, but the fragments cut through all the same, leaving a hollow pit of unease beneath the overwhelming heat.
At last, Andre's pace faltered, thrusts slamming in deep as his breath hitched. He came inside him with a sharp groan, his teeth biting hard into Ge Lin's neck, leaving the skin broken and stinging.
The orgasm tore through Ge Lin instantly, violent and overwhelming, spilling against the glass with a broken scream. His body convulsed, utterly wrung out, collapsing forward. Only Andre's grip on his hips kept him upright.
When it ended, Andre pulled out sharply, letting Ge Lin slump against the window, cum dripping down the glass. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, eyes glazed, body trembling uncontrollably.
Andre, by contrast, was calm. He wiped his hand with deliberate detachment, silver eyes watching Ge Lin collapse like discarded prey.
"Clean yourself," he said flatly.
Ge Lin shivered, pressing his forehead to the cold glass, too weak to move. His lips parted, as if to ask—who was Yi person? It sounds like Yichen or Yichang maybe. But the words never came.
Andre turned away, the faintest murmur slipping past his lips, almost too quiet to catch.
"…I won't lose again."
The words lingered in the air, heavy and fractured, as the city lights flickered beyond the glass.
Ge Lin closed his eyes, broken, confused, but hopelessly drawn deeper into the storm.