By Zephyria 
The slowly moving car came to a complete stop upon arriving in district b. The two of them were soaked to the bone, looking like drowned rats. Ire, getting out of the car, sighed as he looked at the wrecked automobile. A moment later, a man came out of a building. He was a car mechanic who lived in district b, and they had known each other for a while.
“Long time no see. I heard you were doing well in district a, but what happened?”
The man looked back and forth between Ire and Kim Ha-yoon. He asked who that gentleman was, if he had made a friend, and then lamented that they had ruined a valuable car. When he said it would take a day to repair, Ire looked for Kim Ha-yoon nearby. He was borrowing a cigarette from a man in the next building. Blood was seeping from the arm that had been grazed by a gun.
“Is your friend hurt?”
“Do you have medicine and bandages?”
“Wait, I’ll get them.”
While the man went inside, Ire approached Kim Ha-yoon. He snatched the cigarette away just before he lit it, returned it to its original owner, and took him to the stairs in the corner of the building. Soon after, the mechanic came out, handed over the bandages and medicine, and went back inside.
“Take off your shirt.”
Kim Ha-yoon took off his shirt without a word. The gauze on his abdomen caught his eye. He wasn’t fully healed. He wondered how he managed to fire a gun in that condition. Fortunately, the wound on his arm wasn’t serious, and it was just a graze as Kim Ha-yoon had said.
After applying the medicine and wrapping the bandage, he carefully examined him for other injuries. When they first met, his body was smooth like porcelain, without a single scar, but after meeting him, he only gained scars here and there. Hiding his bitter feelings, he handed him the shirt he had taken off.
“Put it on.”
“No, it’s wet.”
“There are no other clothes to change into right now.”
The mechanic shouted that he shouldn’t worry about clothes. While he was at it, he even received clothes from him and checked if there was a place to stay nearby. The man said there was an empty house a little further away. It was where his grandmother used to live, but she had passed away recently.
Ire took out money from his back pocket, paid the price, and left the place.
“You’re a resourceful person.”
Ire nodded at Kim Ha-yoon’s words. If he hadn’t met Kim Ha-yoon, he would have been making money by doing errands for people. In just a few years, there had been a big change that shook his life to the core.
At first, he only thought of him as a disaster that had come to him, but looking at the results, he often thought that wasn’t necessarily the case. As they reached the house the mechanic had mentioned, Kim Ha-yoon frowned. Ire felt the same way. The old house looked like it would collapse at any moment, and the atmosphere was eerie.
“It’s like they didn’t take care of his grandmother but locked her up here.”
“He’s not a bad person.”
“Don’t take his side. I’ve been feeling uncomfortable since earlier.”
“Why?”
“You showed that man your front teeth so many times.”
Ire looked at Kim Ha-yoon with a disgusted expression.
“Not that front teeth thing again. Aren’t you tired of it?”
“Then show them to me often too, okay?”
Because he scratched under his chin with his fingertips like a puppy, Ire glared at him, pushing his hand away. Then, he opened the door and went inside, and the inside was quite decent than he had feared. There was a small stove, an old but comfortable sofa, and a rocking chair in front of the window.
The neatly arranged interior seemed to speak to the personality of the old woman who lived here. He strode to the bathroom and turned on the water, but the water came out in a trickle like ant piss. It was small, but there was also a bathtub. Unlike district a, most bathtubs in district b were used to store emergency water. He was thinking that it was fortunate when Kim Ha-yoon came and stood behind him.
“It’s cramped.”
“You wash first.”
“How can I wash like this?”
He showed his injured arm. The gauze on his abdomen was waterproof, but not his arm. It was only possible if you washed him. He was going to wrap it with plastic if there was any, but he couldn’t see any, so Ire had no choice but to go into the bathroom with him.
“Water will splash. Take off your clothes too.”
“It’s okay. I’m wet anyway.”
He sat Kim Ha-yoon in the bathtub, but he felt cramped because of his large build. He wanted to laugh, but barely managed to hold it in, and lathered up with soap. He was afraid he would start talking about his front teeth again.
As he washed his hair, his genitals were exposed because he was naked. He tried not to look, but he couldn’t help it because it was erect and sticking to his stomach. When he brought a towel to cover it in the middle, Kim Ha-yoon turned his head and stared at him.
“I was showing off my charm to you, why?”
He splashed water on his face, saying he was being noisy, but he was grinning as if he liked it.
“Why are you laughing so much?”
“You only treat me well when I’m in pain?”
“…….”
“I wish I didn’t have an arm.”
“…….”
“Shall I cut it off?”
Ire scolded him not to say useless things, afraid that this crazy man would really go somewhere and cut off his arm. Then, he came out, put on his clothes, checked the wound once more, and wiped his wet hair with a towel.
Looking at Kim Ha-yoon, who was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed and staying still, he looked like a big dog. He’s quiet… His messy hair covered his forehead, and below it were long eyelashes and a prominent nose.
He has such a handsome face when you look at him like this. Why does he have to open his mouth…
Then, he found a small scar on the tip of his ear.
It was a scar left by the bullet he had fired before.
He felt guilty for peeking and handed him the towel.
“Captain can dry the rest…”
“What about you? Should I wash you?”
“It’s okay. My arm is fine.”
“Tell me if you feel dizzy.”
He realized that he was worried about him after the nosebleed, even though he didn’t show it. According to Kim Ha-yoon, the nosebleed was due to excessive brain activity. If it got worse, it would put a strain on his lungs and heart, and he could cough up blood and faint like before. No one could guarantee how much his body could endure.
“Hey, don’t use that. Unless there’s someone you really want to kill.”
Ire stared at Kim Ha-yoon with wide eyes.
“Was I that guy?”
“…….”
Ire turned around and headed to the bathroom without a word. He heard Kim Ha-yoon grumbling about whether he was the guy he wanted to kill, but he didn’t answer. In fact, he wanted to say that he wasn’t anymore, but seeing him getting worked up, he thought he could tease him more.
He was about to wash when he opened his mouth and looked in the mirror. His canines had grown quite a bit since he hadn’t paid attention to them for a few days. Damn it. It’s so annoying. Should he just pull them out and get fake teeth?
He was thinking about that while washing, then he put on the clothes he received from the mechanic. It was raining again. He was sitting on the sofa, enjoying the sight, when Kim Ha-yoon came next to him. He was drying his hair with a dry towel.
“You’re wet. You’ll catch a cold.”
He was complaining that his arm hurt. He refused, saying he was okay, but he insisted on drying his hair with a towel. Matteo had done it for him when he was young, but it was the first time someone had dried his hair for him since he grew up, so it felt awkward. He moved his body to the side, but he grabbed his arm and pulled him towards him.
“Stay still. Why are you running away?”
Kim Ha-yoon stopped drying his hair and stroked the hair that had grown to his shoulders with his hands. It’s grown a lot. He said it’s not easy to see his hair down because he always ties it up, and he gently tucked the flowing hair behind his ear.
His touch tickled him, so he frowned and avoided him, and he put his arm around his shoulder and leaned on him. He was worried about his injured arm, so he glanced at it, and the corners of his lips were raised.
“Move. You’re heavy.”
“It’s because I’m cold. I’ve been getting rained on outside, so I have chills.”
“Liar.”
“I’m serious. Touch me.”
He took his hand and placed it on his forehead. Is it hot…? When he made a dubious expression, his hand went down and touched his firm abdomen. How is it? It’s really hot, right? He tried to pull his hand away, but he buried his face in his neck. Every time his lips brushed against his skin, his ears turned red with heat. He tried to push him away, holding onto his shoulders, but he said something unexpected.
“Want to have sex?”
He glared at him, dumbfounded.
“Are you crazy?”
This time, his hand went up to his thigh and subtly groped him.
“Honestly, you’re horny too. Let me relieve you.”
“Get off me while I’m being nice.”
“You’re telling me to get off, but why is your face red?”
“It’s because I’m angry!”
“Is your dick hard because you’re angry too?”
“You…!”
His hand now moved to his crotch. As soon as he slapped it away, he pretended to be in pain and licked his chin with his tongue. How about it? Huh? He gently coaxed him and now licked his lips. Open up. That’s how it goes in.
When he stubbornly kept his mouth shut, he pushed his finger in. Then, he frowned and pulled it out. Seeing blood on his fingertip, Ire was flustered and pushed Kim Ha-yoon away from his shoulders.
“That’s why I told you not to do it…”
Kim Ha-yoon sucked the blood on his fingertip, then grabbed Ire’s chin and kissed his lips. He tried to resist, but his body went backwards and Kim Ha-yoon got on top of him. His tongue came inside and rummaged through his mouth.
Because it touched the canines that he hadn’t filed down, he tasted blood in his mouth. When he pushed him away, he moved his hips up and down slowly while keeping his lower body pressed against him. His erect cock was pressed down, and his patience was about to run out.
When their lips parted, Kim Ha-yoon’s lips were stained with blood.
When he swallowed his saliva, he smelled a fishy smell of blood in his throat. He felt like his secret that he didn’t want to be exposed had been exposed, so he avoided his gaze.
“Ire…”
The voice calling his name was terribly low. Before he could refuse, his lips met again, and this time he moved to his ear and whispered sweetly.
Tell me later.
Which tastes better, my blood or my cum.