Warning: Piss.

The overpowering scent flooded Fuxiao’s mouth and he swallowed the hot cum spilling down his throat. His blood cells that were inside Topan vibrated with ecstasy at the rush of pleasure.

Mine.

Still holding onto Fuxiao’s head, Topan rode out the climax, grinding his hips against soft lips. The last drop of cum dribbled down Fuxiao’s chin but Topan didn’t let him go. Instead, the cock lodged in the tight throat shuddered and warm piss flowed straight into the stomach.

He’s marking me.

Fuxiao choked on the enormous cock and struggled to swallow everything Topan gave him.

He’s marking his territory.

Finally, the beast finished and dragged his member out of the wet throat.

As the orgasm subsided and the high mellowed out, Topan glanced down at the obscene picture before him.

Dishevelled and stained with cum and piss, Fuxiao gazed up at him with lustful eyes.

“What–?!”

Topan stumbled back.

“What the fuck did I– did we–”

“Ah, you’re back to your senses?” Fuxiao wiped his face with his robe sleeves.

“What the hell happened?! Did I– did I force myself onto you?” Dread shadowed his face and he buried his head in his palms, “What the hell– how did I–”

“Topan.”

He threw his black cloak around Fuxiao’s naked body.

“I may have lost touch after so many years but still–”

“Topan!”

The voice finally snapped Topan to attention.

Fuxiao held Topan’s trembling hands.

“You didn’t force yourself on me. In fact, I might have been the one who intoxicated you.”

“What are you saying? Obviously I was the one who–”

“It’s my blood.” Fuxiao brought up his wrist. The scratch he sustained was barely a red mark now. “You lost your senses the moment you drank my blood.”

Disbelief flashed across Topan’s eyes.

“I didn’t… I remember clearly everything I did to you. I laid my hands on you and did such vulgar things to you. Although I was out of my mind, I know, my Bloodline knows, that I did all of those on my own accord!”

Topan dropped to his knees. Guilt and disgust washed over him.

“I may be a prisoner, a monster whose hands are drenched in blood, but I was a knight with a code of honour! I fought for the Kingdom of Lekasi, I was one of the royal knights serving King Aranjaya directly! How could I commit such a crude thing to someone–”

Fuxiao grabbed Topan’s face and forced their eyes to meet. “Are you disregarding your instincts? You said Bloodlines don’t lie and both of us know deep within that this is what we want. You want to devour me and I want you to mark me.”

While Topan was chained to his principles, Fuxiao was glad that he only needed to follow his natural instincts. No useless thoughts, no complicated memories. If he listened closely to what his Bloodline desired, he would survive and live another day.

“Don’t look away from me,” Fuxiao pulled Topan into a hug, “Don’t look away from our instincts.”

-

Once the sun was up, the two men traversed the vast desert with only the clothes on their back. Several hudoqs had attacked them, forcing them into a scuffle. Throughout the fight, it was as though their Bloodlines reacted to each other, understanding their breaths, their timing, their every move and in the barren lands, the two of them fought back-to-back to survive.

Like a long-lost pair who found each other because nature deemed them so.

Soon enough, they reached a rundown village.

Broken houses lay empty in a picture of desolation. What once was a waterwheel was now a pile of dried wood sitting in the shadows of a stream. Gates left broken. Stables and barns devoid of life. Farms had become patches of dried land. It only took them ten minutes to walk through the entire village.

Not a single sign of life whispered.

Topan grimaced at the sight. “Everything has been destroyed either by the hudoqs, or by war. There’s nothing left here. Even if the people survived the attack, they can’t live here anymore.”

Fuxiao scanned the area with dark eyes. It was a familiar scene. A small village on the outskirts. He was just a child then when the troops arrived. The general on the horse had chosen him, giving him a second chance in life. But the young man behind the general was displeased.

As the memory faded away, Fuxiao caught himself standing in the middle of the village. He was once again reminded how alone and empty he was. Not knowing anything about himself but his name. His eyes shifted up to gaze at Topan’s broad back.

In this world of uncertainty, a world where they could die anytime, a world where they had to fight to survive, right now, he could only hold onto one thing.

The person that defined strength.

As long as he clung onto Topan, his chances of survival would be high.

Rainwater had pooled at the bottom of the well. Several attempts rewarded Topan with a meagre bucket of water which he shoved at Fuxiao.

“Clean yourself off with this. Even if you’re a man, take care of your body.” Then his words trailed off, “And I dirtied you…”

Fuxiao didn’t think such a brazen and tough guy could blush all the way to his ears. War prisoner? Monster? A royal knight? Forget those titles, this beast in front of him was merely an animal.

“Topan, you were drunk off my blood, and I provoked you to lay your hands on me.” He slid off the white robe to expose his naked body to the flustered man. “Now that you’re completely sober, what do you feel looking at me? What do you desire?”

Topan gulped audibly. Heat rushed to his face and even though his conscience told him to look away, his eyes were captivated by the elegant figure before him. A shining star in this desolate wasteland.

Red bite marks littered the smooth pale skin–proof that everything that happened the night before was not a dream. Water trickled down Fuxiao’s slim neck and between small breasts, sliding down to the belly button sitting above the bare legs that tasted oh so exquisite.

Topan caught himself drifting off.

“Damn it,” he turned his back to Fuxiao, “Alright fine, yes, the taste of your blood is out of this world. It felt as though my entire body was surging with power, as though I was in a constant state of Bloodrush…”

It was the same sensation running through his veins those ten years he was fighting as a monster, desperate to kill anything that moved to protect his kingdom. Unconscious but alive. A monster running only on instincts.

Ten years of prowling around as a monster. Ten years of isolation and resentment. But in those ten years, he never let go of his desire for vengeance at the enemies that destroyed his home. It was that thirst for blood that kept him alive in the darkness.

When he was captured, he was battered and weakened to the verge of dying. But now, next to him was someone who could give him a taste of the raw powers he was once drowned in.

“Do you want to feel it again?”

Topan swivelled his head so fast he heard his neck creak.

Cleaned off the dirt and grime, Fuxiao straightened his robe and handed over the bucket with the remaining water.

“Power, energy, being alive. If you stay by my side, I’ll let you drink my blood anytime. I’ll let you devour me. Because in this unknown wasteland with no memories, being with you is the safest thing my Bloodline is telling me. You can have my blood as long as you never leave my side.”

Topan narrowed his eyes, the previous traces of nervousness and embarrassment gone.

“So a contract? If you give me your blood, I’ll protect you?”

Fuxiao nodded.

The reasoning for such a proposition was logical but a sharp pang hit Topan in the chest. Of course considering their current situation–a runaway prisoner and a man without memories–surviving was their topmost priority. His Bloodline hungered for that sweet nectar but his conscience was left in the mud.

Fuxiao moved closer to Topan and laid his head on the broad shoulders. “You’re the only one I have now. I won’t let you die. I need you.”

Frustration scrunched up his brows. Topan heaved a deep sigh and ruffled Fuxiao’s pink hair. “Fine. Stick close to me but hide somewhere if I’m fighting. I may have been in many wars but I can’t protect you when I’m in the middle of a fight.”

“Don’t worry. I should be able to take care of myself at the least.”

Topan grumbled more before splashing his warm face with the remaining water in the bucket.

They explored the rest of the abandoned village and found a decent house to take shelter in. Several dried branches and a flint later, a small fire warmed them.

Topan glanced at Fuxiao. The light pink hair appeared golden in the soft light.

Despite the harsh travels and hudoq attacks they suffered, how could Fuxiao still look so dainty? A combat medic was someone who fought in the frontlines with the soldiers, so perhaps Fuxiao’s instincts knew how to navigate these situations. It didn’t, however, change the fact that he reminded Topan of the elegant paintings in the palace hallways.

“What will you do once you return to your homeland?” Fuxiao broke the silence.

Topan hesitated. Then he said, “Maybe the enemies have plundered everything. Maybe the hudoqs have destroyed it all. Whatever it is, the Crown Prince of Cahayaranga and the hudoqs killed my people. I don’t know if there are any survivors but for the people I’ve lost, for them to be at peace, I have to return and avenge them.”