Free Web NovelChapter 131: Thanks For Dinner
Fu Muhan didn’t waste a second. He gripped the sackcloth and yanked it off the man’s head. The prisoner’s head lolled back against the frame, dark hair falling messily over his forehead. His face was a bloated, purple mess, thick coats of dried blood caked around a brutally broken nose.
Wenzhi let out a dry laugh. "Ouch."
Xinyuan immediately glanced over at Kaiwen, knowing exactly whose knuckles had done that kind of damage. Kaiwen just shrugged, entirely unbothered, and stood up to stretch, coming to a stop right next to Xinyuan.
"Let’s worry about the trash later," Kaiwen said, patting his stomach. "What’s for dinner?"
He tried to brush past him, but Xinyuan quickly moved, blocking his path as his eyes narrowed. "How the hell did you find out where we were staying?"
"I have my ways," Kaiwen said, plucking the bag of food right out of Xinyuan’s hand. "Thanks for dinner, by the way."
He and Duan Ze settled back onto the couch. Fu Muhan pulled the sackcloth back over the guy’s head, while Xinyuan just stood there, glaring.
Kaiwen was already passing Duan Ze a pair of chopsticks, and Duan Ze offered Xinyuan a quick, apologetic smile.
Xinyuan sighed, walking back over to Wenzhi and Fu Muhan.
"Did you run his prints?" Wenzhi asked.
"Yeah, nothing came up," Fu Muhan paused, his voice dropping lower. "We took a bad hit with that explosion... but we heard Xinyuan completely leveled the Old Blood city. Knowing that helps with the rage over losing Yifan. I just hope this mess doesn’t throw off our partnership and what we plan for the future."
"It won’t," Wenzhi said firmly.
Fu Muhan nodded slowly.
"You know, Xinyuan actually quit the faction," Kaiwen called out from the couch, dropping a piece of meat into his mouth.
Xinyuan snapped his head around. "I didn’t."
"Oh, you totally did. You were losing your mind because Wenzhi was gone, right on the edge of going berserk, and you yelled that you quit," Kaiwen teased, giving him a daring look.
Duan Ze blinked, holding his chopsticks to his lips as Wenzhi looked between the two Espers.
Tapping Kaiwen’s arm, Duan Ze shot him a scolding look. "Don’t talk with your mouth full."
Kaiwen froze under the stare, then immediately softened. "Fine, sorry," he mumbled, turning back to his food.
"I need to check on things around the city. I’ll be back," Fu Muhan muttered, clearly wanting to give them space before he slipped out the front door.
With Kaiwen and Duan Ze looking after the prisoner, Xinyuan grabbed one of the extra food containers, and he and Wenzhi finally headed down the hall to the bedroom.
Wenzhi locked the door behind them and started peeling off his heavy coat and hat. He left his shirt off too, letting the cool air hit his skin, which was still covered with the marks Xinyuan had left on him over the last two weeks.
Xinyuan was so caught staring at him that he didn’t even notice when Wenzhi shoved his phone into his hand.
"What’s this?" Xinyuan asked, blinking in confusion.
"I got a text the night you told me Jingxin was alive," Wenzhi said, completely calm. "And then two weeks ago, the same number texted again. Said I had to meet them alone or they’d kill Duan Ze and Ru Yi."
Xinyuan scanned the screen. "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"Because it wasn’t my problem to fix. I knew Kaiwen would tear the city apart to find them anyway," Wenzhi said, walking toward the bathroom. "Besides, we were a little busy with Wu Youran that first night."
He disappeared inside to start the shower.
Xinyuan stared down at the messages, a heavy knot forming in his chest. Who was this person?
Wenzhi’s head poked out from the bathroom door, his dark hair a little more messy. "Are you coming? The water’s hot."
Xinyuan tossed the phone onto the bed, pulling off his jacket and shirt as he moved. Wenzhi rolled his eyes with a slight smile and disappeared back into the steam, Xinyuan following right behind him.
They stripped quickly, their clothes dropped in a messy pile outside the stall. Under the heavy spray and swirling steam, Wenzhi’s back hit the wet tile wall with a dull thud. His sudden gasp was instantly swallowed by Xinyuan’s mouth crashing down on his.
The kiss was desperate, their lips slanting hard against each other as low groans escaped their throats. They grabbed, gripped, and dragged their hands over wet skin like they couldn’t survive another second without the contact.
Their tongues tangled in a frantic rhythm, their breathing turning ragged as the combined heat of the rushing water and their own bodies brought a raw, burning relief from the chill outside.
Xinyuan abruptly broke the kiss, dragging his mouth down to bite and suck at Wenzhi’s neck and collarbone. Wenzhi fisted his fingers deep into Xinyuan’s damp hair with one hand, his other reaching down to cup the Esper’s ass, squeezing hard.
Xinyuan shuddered against his skin, letting out a low, breathy laugh. Grabbing him like that had become a regular habit for Wenzhi lately, right along with pulling his hair, and Xinyuan absolutely lived for it.
He leaned down further, opening his mouth over Wenzhi’s nipple, sucking sharply while his hand gripped Wenzhi’s cock. He began to stroke him in a slow, steady rhythm, his palm quickly slicked with pre-cum. Wenzhi let out a sharp burst of breathless whimpers that had Xinyuan’s own hunger rising.
Without a word, Xinyuan dropped heavily onto his knees on the wet floor. He replaced his hand with his mouth, taking Wenzhi in deep.
He wrapped his large hands firmly around Wenzhi’s waist as he sucked. Wenzhi threw his head back against the tile, one hand burying itself tighter into Xinyuan’s dark hair while the other pressed against his own forehead. His hips rolled instinctively, driving himself into the heat of Xinyuan’s mouth.
Xinyuan took him completely, taking the length until it hit the back of his throat, choking slightly on the thickness. He could feel the rapid pulse of Wenzhi’s erection, knowing his Guide was right on the edge.
Forcing his eyes open, Wenzhi looked straight down through the steam, locking his grey eyes onto Xinyuan’s dark, devoted gaze.
"I’m... so close, Xinyuan..." he breathed out, his voice entirely wrecked.
