[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: The Beginning Of It All

When Xion finally opened his eyes a couple of hours later, he wasn’t exactly pleased to discover that the same restless thoughts still plagued his mind.

With an exasperated sigh, he burrowed deeper under the sheets.

No arms gathered him close, and no extra warmth pressed against his back.

At some point during his nap, Darius must have gotten up, likely already busy setting out breakfast, as was his habit.

There had been a time, even after coming to the north, when Xion would still sit down for breakfast with Serena and Noxian.

But now... the Archduke had somehow slipped through the cracks in his heart, filling it so completely there was no space left for anyone else.

Xion couldn’t even pinpoint the exact moment when he became so dependent on his lover. It scared him sometimes, how much he needed Darius now.

From across the room, the faint clink of porcelain reached his ears. The great Archduke himself was preparing tea for him, some special blend Allen had prescribed to keep his body warm.

Xion had noticed how awfully punctual Darius was.

He almost never overslept. Only on rare mornings did he linger, staying in bed simply because Xion was still curled in his arms.

Those were the mornings they usually... indulged a bit too much.

And when it was over, Xion would be too exhausted to even lift a finger, his limbs pleasantly heavy, his body aching in that strange, sweet way.

Darius would always humor him then, staying until he finally woke of his own accord.

Which was why Xion didn’t feel like sitting up just yet. Sitting up meant the duvet would slip down, and he’d have to face him.

Little did he know that on the other side of the room, Darius was grappling with a dream of his own.

One far filthier than Xion could ever imagine.

A particular image still looped through his mind. The vision where Xion was kneeling on the floor, completely bare.

His flushed pink lips were parted wide as his blue eyes stared up at him on the throne.

Darius could still feel it. Viscerally so.

The way he’d gripped those black strands and thrust into that warm mouth, watching Xion choke and gasp.

The rest of the dream was even more debauched, too obscene to ever see the light of day.

And yet, in the privacy of his mind, he savored every sordid detail.

It had been nearly a week since he’d last touched Xion, and now his mind was rebelling in his sleep. But he took it casually, as though these fevered dreams were simply another part of his routine.

Neither of them noticed how similar their private fantasies had become.

Only the shadowy corner of the cupboard glowed faintly. Zen glimmered before going dull again. The black surface turned lifeless.

Zen had the power to pierce through any barrier, including the one between mind and desire.

It would drag suppressed cravings into the light, stoking them until they could no longer be ignored.

A built-in self-defense mechanism to protect itself from destruction.

As long as humans desired something, they’d do anything to protect the stone in hopes of fulfilling those desires.

Unlike most relics, Zen was alive, or close enough to it. It could sense danger when it drew near and reacted accordingly.

Who would have thought its influence on these two had amounted to nothing more than a few sleepless, lust-soaked nights?

Oblivious to the danger he’d narrowly escaped, Xion stayed curled up until he couldn’t anymore.

Finally, he forced himself out of bed, padded to the table, and slumped into a chair without even bothering with his usual seat.

Darius would pick him up anyway. He always did.

A soft thunk on the wood drew his eyes up just in time to see a steaming cup placed in front of him. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

His gaze followed the hand back to its owner, to the tall, elegant figure who flashed him a blinding smile.

Silver hair, brushed to gleaming perfection, draped over his shoulders like a holy mantle.

That impossibly handsome face still managed to make Xion’s cheeks burn faintly.

"Good morning," the elf said.

Flustered, Xion grabbed the cup and took a small sip of the warm liquid.

Licking his lips, he looked up again. Mustering a slight smile, he replied, "Morning."

The steam was an effective cover to hide his pink cheeks, or so he thought.

But... why was Darius staring at his lips? Maybe it was his illusion.

Dipping his gaze down, he held the cup closer to his face. The warm tea with the hint of sweetness soothed his throat.

Darius, meanwhile, was basking in another sight that had his heart swelling with love.

How pathetic I have become, he thought, almost amused by his own mind. To envy a piece of porcelain for touching Xion’s lips first — he hadn’t thought himself capable of such a thing.

If Xion knew what I was thinking, he would get mad.

I will reach for him, holding him in my arms. It would be so easy to just tear his clothes and push him onto my cock, forcing him to ride until he couldn’t.

Then, I will use my mana to support him, bouncing him off however I please. I will...

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