Chapter 301: Obedient Husband

"I thought you were dead..."

Moulin turned his head to the side. He wasn't at all affected by that terrible smile on the man's face. Strange. It has been so long since he had even seen this man. Why does he still remember how he used to look. Shuddering, Moulin threw the thought at the back of his mind. His eyes slowly drifted to the horrible bruising he made on the man's face. Nevertheless, it was fortunate the man still had the wits to talk.

"You... won't talk to me?" Quade's smile fell. The craze in his eyes became darker and darker, yet he still hadn't wiped off the smile on his face. "Hm?... Why won't you talk to me? You know... I never believed you were dead."

"..." Moulin only looked at him calmly as he kept talking.

"Why were you so easily killed? How did the brave, virtuous, and beautiful young master die so easily? Your name was all they talked about before. The courageous aphrodite maeruthan joining impossible missions, surviving in the wild, and rescuing the lives of Lords. Pah! And you were killed so... so... easily."

'Why was this all about me?' Moulin internally questioned. 'It's not like we met many times before. I practically ignored his existence.'

"You... " Quade gritted his teeth. His smile was twitching. "You ruined me..."

"..."

Creak!

The door to the room opened, and the two people within both raised their heads to look. Striding with long and slow steps, Lord Hadrian Hercullio searched the room. His eyes stopped at Moulin, and he didn't hesitate to come over. His tall stature was enough to make all men cower in fear. Golden eyes glowing like a devil's gaze. Everything about him screamed dangerously. It was only in Moulin's eyes did he appear loving and gentle.

Moulin's eyes softened as Hadrian approached him. Acting as if there was no one else in the room this time, Hadrian reached out his hand and caressed Moulin's rosy cheek.

"You'll get cold if you don't get changed," Hadrian whispered as he thumbed the rouge spread on Moulin's cheek. His eyes were glancing down at the red outfit of his beloved.

Moulin nodded, "I will change soon."

"Ha!"

The pair were interrupted by the manic laughter belonging to the third person in the room. Catching their attention, Quade's laughter died down, and a terrible smile appeared on his face. "So it was true! The murdering Lord really was enamored by the third young master. How laughable! So? Did you turn crazy enough to bring him back from the dead? Is this how he's here? Did he pleased you so much that you couldn't forget about him?"

Hadrian's eyes narrowed, and in the next second, he appeared before Quade and grabbed the man's jaw just like how Moulin did. The pain from his jaw was aroused, and Quade released an agonizing scream. Only this time, Hadrian's hold was much tighter, much stronger, and even more excruciating. There was a terrible look in Hadrian's eyes. The golden pools of his pupils seemed to overwhelm Quade to the point of trembling in fear. He was gazing into the eyes of death. He felt like he would be eaten alive.

He was going to die... He was going to die... He... couldn't look away...

"Hadrian..." Moulin called. It was but one word, but it was enough for Hadrian to stop.

The Golden Lord raised his head, realizing the frosty sheet that had spread on Quade's jaw. Hadrian was too distracted to realized he had triggered Moulin's abilities. But there was no regret in his eyes. He was still unsatisfied. A thousand of deaths from this man couldn't satisfy him. He wanted to cut him deep, mangle him, stitch him up again, and mangle him. Over and over...

"Come here, Hadrian..." Moulin called softly.

Narrowing his eyes, Hadrian pulled away. He gazed down at Quade. "Pity..."

Pity, I couldn't have my way with you.

Quade wheezed as he breathed. His face was in so much pain as if he was being mauled by a hundred rats, slowly and painfully.

Hadrian turned around and enveloped Moulin with his embrace. "I'm good."

Moulin rolled his eyes. He smiled helplessly. "Yes, you are. Now take me back..."

The two of them headed to the door and were in time to see Nhero and Malyana entering the room.

"Oh, so you were here and..." Malyana tilted her head to glance at the sobered man behind them. Her eyes glinted. "...he's awake."

"Good," Nhero spoke. A storm filled his eyes as he beckoned a few of his men to enter. "The better..."

Moulin said a couple of words to them before he and Hadrian walked past them. Malyana raised a brow, intrigued.

"You don't wish to join the interrogation? I believe it will be fun." Her eyes glistened excitedly.

Hadrian glanced at her and pulled Moulin close to him, "We have other matters to attend."

"Oh!..." Malyana bit her lip, resisting a smile. Her eyes drifted to the reddening youth who struggled to keep a straight expression. Oh, dear. How exciting. "I see. Well, don't mind me indulging with your brother, little snowflake. You wouldn't want anyone to interrupt. I believe you need more than enough time to settle your... matters." She flashed a sly smile at the two lovers.

Hadrian nodded. "You have gratitude, My Lady."

Amused by Hadrian's sudden politeness, Malyana chuckled. "Nothing refreshing than having two wonderful men indulging in their desires. How exciting..."

Moulin's eyebrows drew together. "Wait, what do you mean about my brother?-"

Before he could finish, Hadrian instantly teleported them back to Moulin's quarters. Surprised by the sudden interruption, Moulin stared blankly at the simple bed across his room.

"..."

Malyana blinked her eyes as she stared at the empty hallway. Rubbing her chin, she smiled. 'That Lord certainly was eager to devour his little lover, I wonder how Moulin would survive underneath him.' She shook her head in sympathy.

'But they truly suit each other...'

For a moment, there was a nostalgic look in her eyes, but it was gone after a second. She turned and closed the door of the room.

.......................

Warms breaths. Steady panting. Tongues swirled, connected, and battling for dominance.

Feeling the wood pressed against his back, Moulin felt trapped, cornered with no way to escape. Inside him was a fire, burning brightly, scorching his insides, and he loved it. He missed it. As Hadrian had him pinned to the wall, he circled his arms around the grown man's neck, fingers playing with the gold strands. Angling his head, he moved his lips, opening willingly as Hadrian devoured him. He felt Hadrian's hand weaved through his head, caressing his scalp, a possessive hold. The way Hadrian guided him as they kissed, softly, intimately, and brimming with desire.

"We'll take long," Moulin whispered when he was given the chance to breathe. "They will notice..."

"Hm, they will," Hadrian whispered against his lover's lips, savoring the softness of it against his own. He wrapped his arm tighter around the young man, loving how well they fit together closely.

Hearing Hadrian's unbothered response, Moulin chuckled. "Rude. It may not be embarrassing for you, but it is for me. My brother is out there."

"..." Hadrian paused shortly, thinking why Moulin's elder brother has to come along everywhere they go.

Moulin slapped his shoulder. "Don't do anything bad."

"Mn..." Hadrian agreed with a helpless nod.

It was amusing to find Hadrian so obedient. There was a faint excitement bubbling inside Moulin. How cute that Hadrian is today? He seemed like an...

"Obedient husband..." Moulin suddenly whispered his thoughts out loud. He froze when he realized.

Letting those words sink into his brain, Hadrian lifted his brows. A proud smile adorned his face as he bright his lips closer to Moulin. "Sounds wonderful..."

Flushed, Moulin turned away. "Admit it. You're only taking advantage of me because of what I'm wearing."

"I wouldn't deny it," Hadrian responded as he lowered his head and kissed the Moulin's smooth jaw. "You look delectable. It makes me want to never to leave the room unsatisfied."

Moulin felt heat burn in his cheeks. His heart drummed as he grew conscious of his outfit. His lips parted as he breathed, relishing the closeness of their bodies. His mind drifted to their past intimacies. The rough hands stroking him, pulling him. The soft and eager kisses marking his body. Lips, caressing his bare stomach and downwards...

Moulin swallowed.

"My love..." Hadrian whispered on his skin. His lips grazed the delicate collarbone. He tugged Moulin close to him like a dreadfully desperate man. But he wouldn't take without a response.

Moulin but his lips before responding. "J-Just a little bit..."