Draw a Blank

8. Rough play

Luken had a rush to get to his mansion. He wasn't in a very good mood after talking to that dirty old mouse, Cody. He got out of his luxurious black car and gleamed under the streetlights at night. His movements were calm and elegant, but his heart was extremely raging.

The guard opened the door for him. The long, very cold looking hallway leading to the living room was dark with no light, not even a sound.

Going inside, Luken's hands wouldn't stop pulling off some of the attributes on his shirt and his assistant would pick them up on the floor. He was still walking calmly and long strides, then he stopped when he caught someone by the window in his wheelchair.

Luken's throat moved. His body didn't move for a moment but his eyes fell on the person's right hand which was stretched out over his face, which was very slender with his five long fingers.

After a while, the person turned to notice Luken's presence. That person is Allen. "Sir, you are back?"

Luken's eyes moved to the side slightly. "Go. Your job done."

Behind him, Gil and River left after agreeing and left the two of them in the room. Luken unbuttoned his shirt, asking, "Why are you here?"

"I just came back from the toilet. It's so bright outside, I stopped to take a look." Allen explained.

Luken knew what he meant. At night, the aura of the mansion looked like an old abandoned building, dark and gloomy. It's not like the outside of the mansion is bright because the lights will be on until dawn and guards are scattered everywhere.

Not hearing Luken say any more, Allen looked up in surprise, noting that Luken wasn't in a good mood.

The cold aura suddenly felt in the room suppressed the atmosphere. Since the only light was a dim light from the ceiling, it wasn't clear what Luken's expression was like, but Allen saw a glint in his eyes. Then he heard heavy footsteps.

The strong smell of alcohol made Allen furrow his brows uncomfortably, and he could finally see Luken's face clearly in the light from outside the window.

But it was too late.

Allen felt a heavy heat pressure from the body that was approaching him. Suddenly he was lifted up, supported by two strong hands.

"Sir?" Allen gulped, unmoving.

His body was led to a place and it was his own room. He slammed heavily onto the bed, still not fully digesting anything.

As his neck was pressed hard, he rebelled. "Wait, Mr. Luken, what are you doing?"

But Luken was like a demon completely filled with evil intent. His strength was above Allen, pressing him continuously against the bed. Allen thought this was not a good situation and tried to kick, but his leg was restrained.

It didn't stop there, the cold air suddenly hit Allen's chest, only to make him realize that his only clothes had been removed. Allen tried to scream, but his lips were covered by a rough kiss. Despite feeling pain everywhere, the kiss made him lulled. The taste of wine overtook Allen's mouth, as if he had just downed a full glass.

Luken was really drunk.

"Ugh, Sir, s-stop it! You're drunk!" Allen pushed many times, looked away, and was silenced many times as well.

The kiss quickly grew hotter and he could feel Luken's penïs tug, especially when he let out a hoarse moan. Then the kiss went effortlessly down his white, empty neck.

Luken gripped Allen's hips possessively as he continued to bite and suck under his jaw, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to drive Allen crazy. He pushed back his fingers a little in exasperation, making a sound of rejection in the back of his throat that made Luken stop immediately.

It's just ... those eyes are empty. He looked at Allen from above, no emotional fluctuations, cold, gloomy and a little mysterious.

"You really like this, don't you?" said Luken.

Allen felt a light touch on his nipplé which was then gently and slowly twisted.

Allen's body shook with difficulty breathing. In the midst of his helplessness, his face turned red. Luken was right, he felt weird when his nipplés were touched, but his body really liked this. He moved back several times, every time his nipplés were touched, it was very sensitive and Allen was rolling with joy.

"Nnh ... S-Sir, wake up! You're drunk! You can't do this!"

Allen shouted to himself. This room has the highest security, is soundproof and the bodyguards have been sent away. Even though he didn't remember anything, he couldn't possibly have ever been in a relationship like any other man, could he?

Allen felt both frustrated and helpless.

"Why?" Luke's voice broke the silence.

It seemed he was saying that to someone else, and not Allen.

"Why did you go?"

His voice was deep and deep, containing absolute emphasis and weakening Allen's soul from being buried in the uncertain darkness.

Why?

He also wanted to ask; why is he in this situation?

But before he knew the answer, Luken started kissing his neck and biting him. Allen tried to push but Luken's hand squeezed even harder. Luken half strangled Allen's neck and licked his entire exposed chest, this time sucking hard on Allen's nipplés.

"Nnn-ahhh." Allen's eyes turned white. He tried to stop this big man, but Luken bit his nipplés.

Of course, Allen didn't give up, and pushed again. Luken slapped him across the face, causing Allen to choke.

"Shut up!"

Only that one word made Allen stop. He didn't move until Luken also took off all his clothes, revealing a well-formed eight pack.

Now that the two of them were naked, Luken positioned himself well over Allen. The young man shook his head frantically.

"No! Let me go! D-Don't do this! Ah!"

Luken's hand accidentally pressed against his stomach and Allen gasped in pain. But Luken didn't seem to care and pulled Allen's leg into his thigh with ease. Allen, of course, knew what would happen next, but because of the pain, he couldn't move.

"N-No, w-wait—engh."

Allen convulsed as Luken managed to slip his first finger through his narrow hole, and he unconsciously wrapped his arms around Luken's neck. At that moment Luken leaned forward to lick the skin there, growling as Allen grabbed him.

"L-Let go, please," Allen cried, gasping for air as heat ran through his veins.

He flinched again when Luken flicked his nipplé with his tongue, distracting Allen with his teeth while he slipped his second finger in there.

No matter how much it made Allen twitch, Luken really didn't care.

"Why ..."

When Luken finally added a third finger, Allen tugged at Luken's hair almost painfully, but the end of his sentence was lost in a groan. Luken could definitely feel Allen's heart pounding under his lips as he teased his nipplés, and he allowed himself a moment's satisfaction to be able to do this to Allen.

"You know how to do this ..."

What?

What does it mean? Is that a question or a statement? Allen didn't understand, he was dazed and dizzy.

He was quickly gasping for air as the three fingers finally slid out of him and rested on his hips. Luken helped Allen move so the hole was level with his weapon. Without waiting for Allen to take a good breath, he pushed the hot, big weapon in and let Allen scream loudly.

"You're so white," Luken said hoarsely. He raised one hand to Allen's nipplé, pinching and toying with it to draw dirty breath from the person beneath him suffering.

Luken's next big move was like pressing on Allen's wound again, and Allen didn't even know where the pain was more intense. The flesh seemed to have been torn apart and strong hands had violently pulled at his intestines. Everything hurts. Everything is boiling hot. But he seemed to have been submerged in cold water at the same time. Can't breathe.

Luken's hip gave an involuntary push, and Allen's whole body bent.

"Nnh."

This time he could only moan weakly. Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes like rivers. His body drooped boneless.

In the midst of the pain, Allen hopes this is just a dream and he will be woken up by Nick from sleeping too long.

But in reality, Luken was on top of him, accelerating his movement even more and hitting Allen fiercely. Allen's body shook violently. On the third blow he let out a high moan, aware that Luken was moving mercilessly.

And Allen, somehow felt that it was for the best, so he immediately saw the darkness.

***

Luken woke up to the vibration of his phone and it's his morning alarm that has been deliberately silenced. His hands fumbled in many places, and found it near the pillow. As soon as he opened his eyes fully, pain shot through his head and he groaned.

He didn't know where and when he was here, but this place was familiar.

Looking to the side he saw an exposed white back. The owner was a young man with neck-length hair and strands scattered behind the pillow.

Who?

Luken remembered he was drunk yesterday, did he pick up a gigolo at the bar?

As his vision cleared, he began to realize who the person beside him was and his brows furrowed. A vague memory flashed into his head.

Slender hands, white backs, tender chest, cries, screams, moans and Allen—oh, s**t!

Luken sat down immediately. He saw the man sleeping beside him, and it really was Allen Walker. Looking around, it was indeed the room in the mansion, the room that Allen had occupied in this month

Luken ruffled his hair. God knows what happened last night. He must have done it, he must have had forced s*x.

Damn!

Allen had not yet woken up, his white back and slender waist unwrapped by the blanket and they were both completely naked. Luken saw red marks everywhere, they were almost close to each other. And the person who received it must have suffered a lot.

He immediately took the phone. And the voice of the sleepy man on the other end of the phone sounded,

"If you interrupt my morning with an unimportant—"

"Nicky," Luken's tone was heavy, "come here quickly."

***

"Why didn't he wake up?" Luken asked as Nick came out of Allen's room.

"Let him sleep," Nick replied nonchalantly, walking away.

Luken knew that Nick was very upset, but still asked curiously, "Is he all right?"

Nick didn't answer, he purposely talked to the waiter he met about some unimportant things. Also silly jokes. His mouth laughs but his eyes don't.

"Nicky, I was drunk last night." Luken finally explained.

"Yeah, you're really bad at drinking."

Luken's expression darkened as the events of last night flashed through his mind again. He seemed to remember some of Allen's weak screams, but he who had been possessed by a drunken demon, continued to suppress and suppress the young man.

He noticed that there were many wounds besides the red marks on Allen's body. He was also sure that Allen didn't even cover himself properly after that and was shivering all night and into the morning. People in good health will get sick if they experience something like that, especially those who are injured like Allen.

"Then what do you want to hear from me?" Nick turned to him. "If we are drunk, our thoughts might make us approach people close to us without realizing it. So, who were you thinking about then?"

Luken frowned in displeasure.

"And I guessed it." Nick said in a final tone, turning around again.

"I just wanted to know if he was okay." Luken said flatly.

"What could have happened? Aren't you supposed to know? His hole is injured from your fcking rough game, his body is bruised here and there, most importantly you seem to be pressing the wound in his stomach to your heart's content." Nick saw Luken not speaking and he continued, "For God's sake, Luken. Are you fcking stupid? He's still not recovering from his grisly wound. Did you forget? it still needs extra care. He must be looked after carefully."

Luken didn't say anything, it wasn't clear what was in his expression. Even though Luken's words said he was sorry, but his expression didn't look guilty at all. This annoyed Nick. He didn't want to be mad at Luken, but he felt angry that Allen had to go through this.

"I gave him sleeping pills. He'll sleep at least until the afternoon," Nick said. "Can you go anywhere today? Let me talk to him about this first."

"Why do you care about him?"

"Don't you care about him?"

To be honest Luken still didn't understand himself.

"I care about him because I liked him from the first time we met. It has nothing to do with whose child or where he comes from," explained Nick firmly.

It's a good guess at what Luken was considering.

That's because Allen is Rayyan's son.

"I told you Allen is different from Rayyan, don't compare them." Nick said helplessly.

Even for Nick, if there was even the slightest resemblance between Allen and Rayyan, it was because they were father and son. Apart from that, there isn't much that makes them similar to each other.

"One more thing, Rayyan is dead, Luken. He's not in Allen. Please understand that."

tbc.