【Flame Burial】Our vulgar love story

"Boss, the red-haired woman has stood up, and she is now walking towards the bathroom." A report came from the communicator.Yan Ke realized that this was an excellent opportunity, and immediately leaned into the mourner's ear, and said softly: "Cooperate with me, go and install a bug on her."

The waiter was carrying a plate of drinks and a |yun| condom bought for the customer in his pocket, and he shuttled skillfully through the crowd.He suddenly saw the Sarkaz man who failed to seduce him just now, half-embracing and half-embracing his beautiful lover.The waiter only needs to look at it to know what the situation is: the clothes are disheveled, and his face is flushed||red.Standing wobbly, like a puberty female||snake, she only knows how to burrow into the man's arms.Either he was drunk, or he drank something "with ingredients" by mistake.

The Sarkaz man coaxed him as he walked towards the toilet. The waiter thought contemptuously and itchingly that the two of them might have sex in the small cubicle of the toilet later.

The little lover was so drunk that she slid straight onto the ground like ooze, staggered, and bumped into the red-haired lady who came out of the toilet.

"I'm sorry, my boyfriend is drunk, did he hurt you?" The Sarkaz man repeatedly apologized. The red-haired woman glanced at them, as if she didn't want to talk to the drunk, and went straight back to her seat. Turned around and went into the bathroom.

After watching the little farce, the waiter whistled and walked briskly away.

"How is it? Did you install it?" Yanke asked in a low voice after he locked the door of the compartment and checked that there was no one left or right.

The compartment was so small that two tall men could barely turn around once they entered.He had to put the toilet lid down and use it as a chair, and let the mourners sit facing him on their laps.

The mourner's face was still blushing, but his eyes returned to the clear and calm before: "Put it under the collar of her windbreaker, it should be hard to find." After saying that, he shook his head and suddenly felt a little dizzy.He drinks well, but is easy on the face.Just now, in order to look like it, he drank three glasses of cocktails delivered by the bar in one breath, but it stands to reason that such a small amount should not make him feel drunk.

The mourner took a deep breath, judging that this was probably caused by the short-term lack of oxygen in the brain caused by the turbid air in the bar.He ignored it, took out the small receiver that had been prepared from the inside of the left boot, and connected to the bug channel, and the voices of the two women appeared in the headset immediately.

"...the leader thinks you'd better not go out again until the next action. He suspects that the idiots in the government||government are beginning to notice."

"Hmph, why do you say that? My actions have been going well recently, and I've recruited many new members. Could it be that he doesn't have confidence in my ability?"

That cousin's ability?The Undertaker grasped something, but he felt short of breath, his heart was beating faster than normal, and his mind was a little dizzy.When Yanke asked him if he was okay with his eyes, he shook his head, motioning to continue monitoring.

"This afternoon, someone from the Atrium Notary Office went to the church to find the pastor. Although the pastor said that the other party only asked about some irrelevant matters, the leader thinks that we should be vigilant."

Hearing this, Yan Ke subconsciously looked at the mourner.The other party may not have realized that at that moment, there was a look of relief on his face, just like the spring breeze that melted the harsh winter, fleeting but so gentle.

Yanke thought of the employer's evaluation of the Undertaker's "freak" and "machine", and felt dismissive.

The conversation in the earphones is still going on.

The cousin of the undertaker spoke again: "He is too timid now, with my ability, are you afraid that he won't be able to gather infected people? I haven't seen you for a few years, it really disappoints me."

"...Anyway, he is your uncle after all, so put away these complaints."

"Uncle? Hey, do you know her uncle?" He poked the waist of the man on his lap, but there was no answer.

The mourner lowered his head at this moment, his hair turned black by the disposable hair dye was like a curtain, covering his expression.

Although he couldn't see his expression, his shortness of breath and slightly trembling body indicated that his condition was very wrong.Yanke frowned, reached out and lifted the mourner's face: "Why do you..."

His face was as red as clouds, and there was a small gash on his lip that was still oozing blood, and he was panting uncontrollably.This appearance looks miserable and gorgeous, like a fascinated goblin, not the same person as the indifferent angel before.Before Yanke could say anything, the undertaker spoke first.

He pinched his palms hard, trying to gather his rationality that was about to slacken, and said quickly: "Immediately share the monitoring signal with your team members, remember to record. Her uncle... is my 'father' in name. I have been dead for many years. I can’t explain it clearly now. I’ll talk about it later. I don’t feel right now, my heart beats fast, my body temperature rises, my brain feels hypoxic, and my body has a sexual response. Maybe it’s—biting my lips , but couldn't help letting out a few unbearable groans, and the air in the small compartment suddenly boiled like it was ignited.

"Maybe something was added to the few glasses of wine just now." Yan Ke took his words.

The young man on his body endured this for a long time, at this moment even the corners of his eyes and chest were red, he just nodded.He was like a drowning man, his light white fingers tightly grasping Yan Ke's clothes, his head buried in his chest.He didn't dare to open his mouth, for fear that he could not help moaning, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, he would rub against others.

The two who had never been to MySIN would naturally not know that the "signature wine" ordered by the mourner just now is not only high in alcohol content, but also very popular in this bar because of its unique aphrodisiac ingredients.

Yan Ke knew that the best way at this moment was to knock the other party out, after all, they were only temporary partners, and they had known each other for less than twelve hours.While the life of most Sarkaz mercenaries is often accompanied by chaotic sex, Yanke is never one to indulge in it.What he pursues is the most noble martial arts, the most powerful opponent, and the most exciting life-and-death struggle, never this kind of physical relationship that takes advantage of others.

However, there may not be any demon who can resist the opportunity to tempt an angel to fall.

"Hey, come back to your senses." Yanke lowered his voice, patted the mourner's flushed face, "Knock you out, or I'll help you, you choose one."

The mourner raised his watery eyes to look at the man in front of him.

Just now, the woman's voice in the earphones seemed to ring in my ears again. The word "father" stirred in his mind, and many broken pictures flashed through him in a trance.

The first blunderbuss I got when I was three years old, the stiff corpse of the bird, the pain, the origin stone, the injection...

The first person ever killed, the experimental equipment in the basement, the crying eyes, the handcuffs and chains, and the demonic whispers that always accompany——

"Complete the order. This is the only meaning of your existence."

"Emotion is an illusion of the weak, you don't need it."

"Why? What is the secret that you won't be infected, damn it!"

"Don't pay attention to him, he is just a freak, he has no emotions, anger, sorrow, or joy."

I have it, I have it.A voice in my heart retorted loudly.

I love beautifully constructed machinery and hate wet winters.You will be happy when the sun is out, but you will also be troubled by mission failures.

It's just that you can't understand others, it's just that you are different from others, so is it a freak?

I'm not a "robot". I'll hurt, bleed, and die when I get hurt...

The mourner suddenly picked up his head, put his hand on Yanke's thigh, and put his lips close to the man's ear: "Help me... right now." His voice was inaudible, but his tone was as firm as a rock.

These words were like a cluster of flames lighting dry wood, and like lightning splitting the night, Yan Ke suddenly choked his breath, pinched the face of the mourner, and stared into those eyes.The green color-changing film seemed too much of an eyesore at the moment, Yan Ke stretched out his fingers and approached the fragile eyeball, his golden eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't escape.He threw away the color-changing film, and finally saw the clear and cold eyes like ice springs again, and licked his fangs in satisfaction: "You can help me. But let's talk about it first."

"Ok?"

The rough fingertips sneaked into the knitted sweater, slowly walked along the waistline, and rubbed the small bump on the chest that no one had ever visited.

"I'm not in the habit of having one-night stands. Tell me about you later."

The mourner trembled all over, and kissed the man almost eagerly, rubbing against the man instinctively, but it was unbelievably provocative.He whispered and urged: "Okay, I promise you... Hurry up, please."

In the years that followed, Yanke sometimes recalled that bizarre night.They had sex many times later, but never that night was so memorable.

In a foreign land, in the narrow toilet cubicle of the speakeasy, there is a flamboyant and strong aroma of roses in the nose, and gasps in the ears.What floats in the air is people's desire to release, and the groaning of selflessness amidst joy.

His hands are no longer holding the cold and hard handle of the knife, but the flexible waist of an angel.The angel's waist was thin and white, and it swayed like a snake with his movements, almost forgetting how terrible the power contained in it was.

Holy, ascetic, beautiful, powerful.

Such an angel is being conquered by him, by a most despised Sarkaz.The angel so longed for his kiss and touch, just like a fish in a dry trough thirsting for water, it would not be able to live without his love.This kind of cognition strongly stimulated Yanke, and the excitement it brought was even far better than the pleasure he felt when he was walking on the edge of life and death in the past.

The entanglement of words and tongues could not satisfy the noisy soul. Relying on instinct and the "theoretical knowledge" in his head, the mourner eagerly reached out to touch Yan Ke's lower body. Through the leather pants, the bulging and hard mass made his breath hard. When it was on fire, my heart felt itchy and soft.He wanted to free the ferocious beast trapped in the cage, but he couldn't find a way, and couldn't untie the metal buckle of the belt for a long time.

"This, I can't figure it out." He opened his lust-tainted eyes and stated the facts to the man, but his expression seemed to be wronged.

"Then what should we do? You have to figure out a way for yourself." Yan Ke's voice became hoarse, and there was more than one person who was tortured by lust.But the innocent and slutty appearance of the angel made him want to tease him a little longer.The mourner thought for a while, and then slid his index finger over the belt neatly. The annoying thing seemed to be cut off by a sharp weapon, and fell to the ground with a bang.As he wished, he took off Yan Ke's black leather pants below his knees, revealing the dark gray underwear underneath, the shape of the huge genitals wrapped inside became more prominent, and the ejaculation oozing from the front wetted a little of the fabric.

He is also longing for me, in need of me.This realization sent a shudder in the mind of the undertaker.

"Why are you just watching?" Yanke licked the corners of the angel's eyes maliciously, "Don't you know what to do?" The mourner looked at him, nodded, and said softly: "I don't know, teach me I."

If they were in school, the Undertaker must be the smartest and most obedient student in the class.He knelt obediently between Yan Ke's legs, just as he pulled down the dark gray underwear, the beast that was locked inside poked its head out eagerly.The thick and hot stem broke free from the bondage, and it flicked out, just hitting the mourner's cheek, both of them were stunned.

"Lick it. Yes... That's it, what a smart classmate."

The wet, hot, red tip of the tongue licked the stem all the way from the sac at the bottom, then rubbed the smooth head in circles, drilled and sucked into the small eyes that leaked liquid in the middle without a teacher, and was licked The man let out a few satisfied sighs from his throat.

"Hold it in your mouth, don't use your teeth... that's fine, baby."

That penis was too thick and long, it didn't know how to show mercy to others, it made it extremely hard for him to suck, and he could only whimper and swallow hard.Fortunately, the undertaker is always so serious, even in this moment of distraction, he doesn't know what it means to give up halfway, and he doesn't know how to say soft words or make some coquettish gestures to win a man's heart.He just tried his best to overcome the physical discomfort caused by swallowing, and tried his best to lick the man's glans, feeling the sexual taste in his mouth, and it became harder and harder.

However, Yan Ke's unknowingly serious appearance is the most provocative in Yan Ke's eyes, so he quickly let him go.Yanke picked him up and put him on his lap, the iron-like penis was sandwiched between the soft and wavy buttocks, slightly relieving the fire in his chest.Two fingers opened the mouth of the undertaker. Sure enough, because of the oral sex just now, the lip flesh covering the teeth was worn out, and blood oozes out.Yan Ke was a little angry, and pretended to bite the wound fiercely: "Is it stupid, don't you know how to tell if it hurts?" After finishing speaking, he felt really pitiful and cute, and said softly: "I won't let you do this next time. "

Is there a next time?The mourner was thinking in a trance, trying to figure out whether he was happy, looking forward, or confused.

He sucked Yanke's fingers seriously, and he didn't quite understand what the other party said, "it's easy to get wet when you lick it", "it will make you comfortable in a while", but he didn't care, and he believed inexplicably in his heart that he just met Men don't hurt themselves.

"You can do whatever you want." He responded vaguely.

The wet finger was still in his mouth just now, but now he touched the back hole. The completely unfamiliar stimulation was so strong that he couldn't help moaning, feeling nervous and vaguely looking forward to it.

Using the moistening just now, he drilled his fingers into the back acupuncture point, and found that some slippery transparent liquid had already leaked out of it. Yan Ke was a little surprised, but his heart itched even more: "I actually got wet... you angels, all of you Are you as lewd as you?" He teased, but his hands didn't stop developing.He moved cautiously, searching for the Garden of Eden in the depths that could make angels happy, and at the same time paying attention not to scratch that fragile place with his nails.

"Yeah...!" Moaned suddenly tremblingly, grasping the hands on the back tightly, letting Yan Ke know that he had found the right place.Repeatedly rubbing the piece of soft meat, the back of the mourner suddenly felt like a torrent of liquid, and the screams in the ears became more and more aroused. The genitals in front of him were not touched, but they were so hard that they would soon leaked out.The mourner tensed his toes, huddled in Yanke's arms and trembled slightly, rubbed his hands unconsciously on Yanke's back, and murmured: "It's so comfortable... Yanke, so comfortable."

"Tsk, you really are." Yan Ke was so stimulated by his frank lewdness that he deeply felt that he was no longer worthy of being a Sarkaz man, so he held his genitals and planned to enter directly.But suddenly there was a tremor in my mind, a thought that had just been forgotten flashed across, and my whole body suddenly seemed to be soaked in an ice spring.

"What's the matter with you?" The mourner felt the change, and instinctively rubbed his firm penis with his juicy hole, "Hurry up..."

The arms around his waist tightened suddenly, Yanke buried his head in the angel's shoulder socket, and took a few deep breaths.

"I'm an infected person, aren't you?" He restrained his desire with difficulty, "I can't just go in like this, what if the infection is passed on to you?" Yan Ke really doesn't know if having sex with a non-infected person is contagious Ore disease, but he is absolutely unwilling to hurt the person in front of him.

After hearing this, the mourner just stretched out his hand to hold his face, kissed the thin lips like a sword, and said with a smile in his tone: "Teacher, don't you know? Sex is not the way to transmit ore disease." After finishing speaking, He said casually, "Besides, I have a special constitution and won't be infected. You don't need to worry."

At that time, Yanke didn't know what other meanings there were in his words. The fire of lust had already burned away the only reason left, and the words of indulgence from the undertaker were the last fuel for the fire.

Flame licked the Undertaker's nipples repeatedly, playing with his oversensitive earlobes with clips on them.They kiss passionately and lingeringly, their genitals are inserted slowly but firmly, and the wild and powerful thrusts make both of them feel like they are in bliss.

They heard someone knocking on the door, and drove away again cursing; they heard the sound of other people having sex from the next door.But none of that matters.At that moment, they could only see each other in their eyes, and their souls were burning.

At the climax, the mourner tightly closed his eyes and raised his slender neck, like a swan about to be slaughtered, extremely holy and depraved.

He eagerly grasped Yan Ke's face, kissed and licked the black horns on the top of his forehead.That is the proof of Sarkaz's identity. People outside say that Sarkaz is a primitive, inferior, and degenerate race.The Undertaker didn't care about that, he thought that the black horns and pointed ears made Yanke look very attractive, better looking than all the Lateran, better looking than anyone he had ever seen.

Yanke's manipulations became more brutal.The mourner was about to lose consciousness, and only remembered that the other party's genitals were so hot, ejaculating in his body one by one, and then kissing his face over and over again.

"I..." The undertaker heard what Yanke seemed to be saying, but couldn't hear clearly.When he was about to pass out, he remembered that they were still on mission, so he forced himself to make up, and said, "Remember...back up the recording."

Then it was pitch black, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

【TBC】