Parang ang bagal ng paglipas ng mga minuto, nakatitig lang si Sebastian sa kisame.  Ang presensya ni Loki ay parang mabigat na nakadagan sa kanya, lagi siyang pinaaalala sa mga nangyari kagabi. Ang pabango ni Loki, na dati ay magaan lang pero palaging nararamdaman, ay ngayon ay sobrang nakaka-suffocate at halos hindi na niya kayanin. Ayaw siyang palabasin ni Loki sa kwarto, hindi niya siya pinapayagang matulog nang mag-isa.  Napabuntong-hininga siya, halos hindi marinig, at lumingon para tingnan ang lalaki sa tabi niya. "Gising ka pa," bulong niya, ang boses niya ay parang pagod na pagod.

Loki just looked at him. He looked hard at Sebastian,  like he really liked what he saw. Loki was close, too close, and it made Sebastian uncomfortable.  He tried to ask Loki to move, but his voice was quiet.  "Can you move your hands and feet?" he whispered, but it was hard to hear.

Loki smiled, a slow smile that made Sebastian nervous. He moved even closer.  Loki's skin felt rough against Sebastian's soft sheets. "I don't want to," Loki whispered back, his breath warm on Sebastian's ear. "I can't sleep like this!" Sebastian said, louder this time.

Loki grinned. He started kissing Sebastian's neck. It tickled and felt weird. "Stop shouting," Loki whispered, kissing Sebastian's face and neck.  "Whoa! Stop!  No! Stop that!"

Sebastian jumped out of bed. He felt like someone threw cold water on him. The floor felt good, cool and different from the bed.  "What's wrong with you? I don't want this, you—"

But Loki was already taking off his shirt. It was smooth and quiet. He moved slowly,  looking sure of himself.  He smelled good. "It's going to be a great night," Loki grinned, his teeth showing.  "Let's do it thirteen times." He licked his lips.  Sebastian shivered. "T-thirteen? Shut up, you're making me mad," Sebastian said, angry and surprised.

Loki straightened, his hands resting on his hips, the muscles taut beneath his skin, his expression amused.  "Mad? Really?"

"Oo na, tumigil ka na nga! Sa labas na lang ako matutulog," sabi ni Sebastian, medyo naiinis na.  Lumabas siya ng kwarto, iniwan si Loki, ang mahina at malinaw na pagsara ng pinto ay parang maliit na tagumpay laban sa sobrang lakas ng presensya ni Loki.  Nagbulong-bulong siya habang nakahiga sa sofa, ang magaspang na tela ng sofa ay ibang-iba sa lambot ng kumot na iniwan niya.

"Bahay ko 'to, ha!"  sabi niya sa sarili, pumikit na lang para makatulog.  Ang  matagal na amoy ng pabango ni Loki ay nararamdaman pa rin sa hangin, isang nakakainis na paalala ng presensya ni Loki.  Kailangan lang niyang makapagpahinga.

Sebastian slept soundly, the soft rise and fall of his chest a gentle rhythm in the otherwise still room. But Loki couldn't restrain himself,

Loki leaned close, his breath warm on Sebastian's ear. "You're beautiful asleep," he whispered, his voice husky.  He traced Sebastian's jaw, a light touch that made Sebastian tingle. Pinaglaruan ni Loki ang daliri niya sa ibabang labi ni Sebastian, isang mabagal at sinadyang haplos na nagpadaloy ng init sa buong katawan niya. "But I prefer you awake," he added, his voice deepening, a hint of something dangerous.

His thumb brushed lightly across Sebastian's lower lip, It was just a light touch, but Sebastian felt like he got an electric shock.

Gumalaw si Sebastian, at dahan-dahan niyang iminulat ang mga mata.  Nagkatitigan sila ni Loki.  Lubos na siyang nagising, at ang presensya ni Loki, kahit nakakapresyon, ay nakaka-akit.  Napasinghap siya nang maramdaman ang hinlalaki ni Loki sa ibabang labi niya;  ang dahan-dahan at malambing na haplos...  nag-init ang katawan niya.  "Loki..." he whispered, his voice thick with arousal, his eyes dark with desire.

Loki's smirk was slow, predatory, a curve of his lips that promised both pleasure and pain. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Sebastian's.  "I couldn't stop myself, I want you," he murmured, his breath warm against Sebastian's lips, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down Sebastian's spine.  "Tell me you want me."

Sebastian's response was a desperate gasp, a silent plea that was answered the moment Loki's lips fully covered his. It wasn't gentle. Loki's kiss was a forceful storm, a passionate whirlwind that stole Sebastian's breath, leaving him gasping for air.  A jolt of pure, unexpected pleasure shot through him, his body arching involuntarily against Loki's.

His hands instinctively clutched at Loki's shoulders, fingers digging in, needing something solid to ground himself against the intensity that sent shivers rippling down his spine.  His own breath hitched, a strangled sound lost in the storm of the kiss. The taste of Loki – sharp, unfamiliar, intoxicating – was a drug, leaving him breathless and desperate for more, his muscles taut with a mixture of pleasure and a terrifying, exhilarating surrender.

Loki's touch was electrifying. Every caress sent shivers down Sebastian's spine, leaving him breathless, his lungs burning for air. 

He was drowning in sensation, a desperate plea forming on his lips, barely audible above the frantic pounding of his heart.  "More!" he gasped, the word ragged and desperate, a desperate cry for release.

Loki, eyes gleaming, leaned closer. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.

Sebastian's breath hitched, a strangled sound caught in his throat.  His voice was a broken whisper, raw with need, "Everything," he choked out, his body trembling with the desperate intensity of his desire.

Loki's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring Sebastian's mouth with a practiced ease that sent shivers of pure  pleasure through him.  Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed, his head lolling slightly as a moan escaped his lips, a sound both of surrender and desperate need.  His fingers dug into Loki's hair, his nails lightly scratching his scalp as he tried to pull Loki closer, desperate for more of the intoxicating touch.  His face was a mask of conflicting emotions – a blush staining his cheeks, his brow furrowed in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his lips parted slightly in a silent plea.

Loki pulled back slightly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.  "Oh, are you struggling, my love?" he teased, his voice a low purr that sent another wave of heat through Sebastian.  He trailed a finger down Sebastian's chest, his touch lingering on the sensitive skin.  "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this," he murmured, his voice laced with a playful malice.  "Such a shame to see such a beautiful face contorted in…displeasure?"

Sebastian's eyes snapped open, his gaze dark and intense, a silent protest against Loki's teasing.  He tried to speak, to deny the pleasure that radiated through him, but all that escaped his lips was a choked gasp.  His hands tightened on Loki's shoulders, his knuckles white with the intensity of his effort to both resist and succumb.  "Stop… teasing me," he managed to whisper, his voice thick with arousal, his words laced with a desperate plea.

Loki chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against Sebastian's body.  "Teasing you?  But baby, hindi pa nga ako nagsisimula,"  he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive skin of Sebastian's neck.  His teeth grazed his skin, sending a jolt of pure electricity through Sebastian.  "Tell me," Loki whispered against his skin, his breath hot and humid, "do you truly want me to stop?" 

No...hindi niya ito gustong tumigil.

Loki’s lips moved from Sebastian’s mouth, tracing a path down his jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His breath, hot and humid, feathered across Sebastian’s skin, raising goosebumps that Loki delighted in tracing with his fingertips.

Sebastian’s eyes, wide and dilated, were pools of dark desire, his cheeks flushed a deep red. His lips were slightly parted, trembling slightly as he fought to catch his breath, the desperate plea in his eyes intensified by the slight sheen of perspiration on his forehead. A single tear escaped the corner of his eye when Loki slid his sharp inside him, marahas at mapusok ang pag-angkin ni Loki sa kanya.

"Fuck, Sebastian...you're so tight." Loki groaned, hinawakan nito ang magkabilang beywang niya, ramdam na ramdam ni Sebastian ang pagdiin ng daliri nito sa balat niya. "You're mine, mine...akin ka lang." He punctuated this with a light, playful nip on Sebastian's earlobe, eliciting a gasp.  "You like this, don't you? Don't lie, my sweet Sebastian, your face tells a different story entirely."

Sebastian’s breath hitched, a strangled sound caught in his throat. He tried to speak, to deny the pleasure that was consuming him, but his voice was lost in a moan that was half protest, half surrender.

His hands, clenched into fists, dug into the sheets as Loki startes moving in and out, hard and fast inside him, marahas, may diin at mapusok ang bawat paglabad masok ng ari nito sa loob niya. Napahawak siya sa braso nito at doon kumuha ng lakas para labanan ang sensasyong lumukob sa buong katawan niya.

Pumikit ang mga mata niya at bahagyang kumunot ang noo sa pinaghalong sarap at sakit nararamdaman niya sa bawat pag-ulos ni Loki sa loob niya. Umawang ang labi niya at parang kakapusin siya ng hininga dahil sa bilis ng pag-angkin nito sa kanya.

Mas lalong dumiin ang kuko niya sa braso ni Loki nang mas bilisan nito ang paglabas masoo ng ari sa loob niya, napapa-angat ang puwet niya, sinasalubong ang bawat pag-ulos nito sa loob niya.

"Fuck, baby..." Loki groaned, gripping his waist tightly as he thrust deep and hard inside him.

Hindi na namalayan ni Sebastian na umiiyak na pala siya dahil sa punong-puno ng nararamdaman niya. The pain and pleasure filled his well-being making him sob and begged Loki to slow down but the pleasure was still there.

"S-slow down...Loki, uhm--- ah!" He tried to match Loki's rhymt but seem Loki didn't like it. Hinawakan nito ang magkabilang braso niya at ipininid iyon sa ulohan niya, mas lalo pang binilisan ni Loki ang pag-angkin nito sa kanya.

"Slow down?" Loki chuckled, "baby, I don't do you slow. I always want to fuck you hard till you can't take anymore." He added. Thrusting in and out of Sebastian butthole.

Sunod-sunod ang naging ungol ni Sebastian na may halong pag-iyak. "I--- I need you to fucking slow down-- Loki!"

Malademonyong ngumisi si Loki. Seeing Sebastian crying, made him want to do him more. Fast and hard. "Beg baby, beg."

"I am fucking begging--- fuck!" Sebastian whimpered. "Slow-- Loki," hindi na pigilan ni Sebastian ang umiyak dahil sa pinaghalong sarap at sakit na nararamdaman niya.

"Call me daddy. Baby, go on." Loki said.

Sebastian breath hitched and followed by a loud moan when Loki pinched his nipple.

"Call me Daddy, Sebastian...I will fuck you slow if ypu do." Sabi pa talaga nito.

He hesitated. "You fucking asshole--- ahhh!"

Loki didn't like what he said kaya mas lalo nitong binilisan ang pag-angkin sa kanya. Marahas nitong hinimas ang dibdib niya at kinikirot ang nipple niya.

Dahil sa tindi ng nararamdaman ni Sebastian, wala siyang magawa kundi ang gawin iyon. He looked ay Loki, his eyes filled with darl desire that only Loki could make him feel. "Daddy..." Mahina niyang ungol.

"Louder." May diing sabi ni Loki.

He throw his jead back when he felt like he was close to climax. "Daddy! Daddy! Ah! Yesss!"

Loki's  thrusts became more urgent, and Sebastian could tell that he was close too. He leaned down and whispered in Rhaegan's ear. "Come with me, baby," he said, his voice low and husky.

Sebastian nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes daddy," he said. "Daddy...daddy, my sweet fucking daddy..."

With that, Sebastian felt the pressure inside him explode, and he cried out Loki's name as he came. Loki followed suit, his body convulsing as he reached his peak. They lay there for a few moments, their bodies still intertwined, their breathing heavy

Nagising si Sebastian, parang binugbog ang buong katawan niya. Ang matinding kirot sa kanyang balakang at hita ay patuloy na nagpapaalala sa nangyari kagabi. Ang magaspang na kumot ay nakakairita sa kanyang balat, kumpara sa makinis at malamig na unan. Ang amoy ng pabango ni Loki ay nanatili pa rin, isang matinding paalala ng kanilang pagiging malapit.

Ang kirot sa kanyang balakang at hita ay nakakasakit, pero ang sakit sa kanyang katawan ay wala sa wala kumpara sa matinding sakit sa kanyang pagkalalaki. Anim na rounds? Sino ba ang makakayanan nun? Ang mapait na lasa ng panghihinayang ay napuno ang kanyang bibig. Hindi naging mahinahon si Loki kagabi;  magaspang at walang awa ang kanilang pagtatalik.  'Pinakamasayang gabi' daw?  Naisip ni Sebastian nang mapait, ang mga salitang iyon ay kabaligtaran ng malambing na ngiti na ibinigay sa kanya ni Loki sandali lang pagkatapos.

Not gonna happen again, he vowed silently, the words a desperate wish against the overwhelming force of Loki's presence.

"Good morning, baby," Loki greeted cheerfully, appearing with pancakes and coffee, the sweet smell of maple syrup a temporary distraction from the throbbing pain in Sebastian's body.

"Good morning, my ass! You said you'd be gentle! I can't even stand! I don't think I can walk—" Sebastian protested, his voice laced with pain and indignation, the sharp sound cutting through the otherwise peaceful morning.

Loki chuckled, leaning in to kiss him, the soft pressure of his lips a stark contrast to the rough, demanding kisses of the night before.  "I'm sorry. I just…can't stop myself," he murmured, his apology genuine, yet his eyes held a glint of unrepentant desire. The warmth of his breath against Sebastian's skin sent a shiver down his spine.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, the movement sharp and sudden, a small act of defiance.  "Help me. I need the bathroom," he said, his voice strained, the rough texture of his voice a stark contrast to the smooth tone of Loki's.

"Sure," Loki agreed, his voice smooth and confident, yet his eyes held a flicker of concern.  But his hand slipped, sending Sebastian tumbling to the floor, the hard impact sending a jolt of pain through his already aching body.

"Fuck!" Sebastian shouted out, the sharp sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room.   Loki quickly helped him up, settling him back on the sofa. 

Loki's expression instantly shifted from casual to concerned. He knelt, his hands gentle as he helped Sebastian to his feet, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the cold, hard floor.  He eased Sebastian back onto the sofa, the plush cushions a welcome relief against his aching body. "You can't even walk," Loki observed.

Sebastian's frustration boiled over.  "It's your fault! How am I supposed to meet Bernadette Fuma like this?! Argh!" He ran a hand through his hair.  He scrubbed a hand across his face.  He looked up at Loki, his eyes blazing with barely controlled anger.

Loki's face darkened. "You're meeting her?"  His voice was low, dangerous, the possessiveness barely concealed.

"I have to. It's a work matter," Sebastian said, his voice surprisingly gentle as he took a sip of the coffee Loki had made for him, the warm liquid a small comfort against the throbbing pain. The rich aroma of the coffee was a welcome distraction from the lingering ache in his body. 

"Well, you can't. You're feeling awful, and you obviously need to rest. You were completely worn out last night," Loki stated, his concern undeniable, yet the possessiveness still simmered beneath the surface.

Now what? He's concerned? Sebastian thought, rolling his eyes despite himself.  "I can—"

"Don't say a word, Seb. You're staying here," Loki interrupted, his tone firm, yet a hint of something akin to vulnerability flickered in his eyes. "What are you even going to discuss? Is it really that important? Couldn't it wait?"

"Yeah, it's very important. I can still stand, I can still walk, but I need to take it slow. So, help me. Bernadette's probably waiting," Sebastian insisted, his determination unwavering despite the throbbing pain.

"Bernadette! Bernadette! My ass!" Loki muttered under his breath, the words barely audible, yet the jealousy was unmistakable.  "Okay," he said, his voice emotionless, malamig ang mga tingin. "Go, meet her."  He helped Sebastian to the bathroom.

After showering and dressing, Sebastian found Loki in the kitchen, washing the dishes from their breakfast. "I have to go—" Sebastian began.

"Okay," Loki replied, his tone flat, his expression unreadable.

Okay? That's it? Sebastian thought, a wave of frustration washing over him. "Lock—"

"Don't worry, I'm leaving. You can lock up," Loki said, his voice cold and distant. He turned and left, leaving Sebastian alone in the condo, the silence heavy and unsettling.  Sebastian, despite his confusion, decided to prioritize the meeting with Bernadette, convinced she was already waiting at Café de Familia.

AT Café de Familia, the exotic scent of spices and roasting coffee beans filled the air, a welcome distraction from the lingering ache in his body.  He found Bernadette immediately, her sharp gaze assessing him from across the room.  She was all business. "So, any good news for me?" she asked, her voice crisp and efficient.

"No," Sebastian replied, his voice flat, his frustration palpable.

"Well," Bernadette said, pausing, a sly smile playing on her lips. "I have good news for you. I found Loki Cartevill. He's in the Philippines, the CEO of the Cartevill Empire, Enterprise, and other companies in Asia. In short, he's a goddamn billionaire. We're dealing with a goddamn billionaire." She shrugged, her expression nonchalant.

"I also found out something…interesting. You and him…you know each other. You're his little girlfriend—no, boyfriend?"  Her eyes narrowed, assessing his reaction.

Sebastian's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?"

"I'm apparently the last to know. 'Sebastian, the Finest Police Officer.' Loki asked Kelton to publish it. Your face is all over the news. You're famous," Bernadette said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Sebastian chuckled coldly.  "I'm not."

Bernadette didn't look away, her gaze intense, studying him as if trying to penetrate his carefully constructed façade. "It's good, actually. Leandro wouldn't talk, but you can make Loki talk. I need information."

"Loki doesn't take orders from anyone. He hates you, so he won't talk," Sebastian said, his voice firm, his frustration growing.

Bernadette smirked, unfazed.  "I know that. That's why I need you to make him talk."

Sebastian's jaw tightened. "Why would I?"

Bernadette gave him a cool, assessing look.  "Don't get me wrong, Conception. I came all the way from Japan, and I like this job. I know you two see each other every day, so I'm highly sure he listens to you. Our plan will work. We just need to plant a communication device and cameras in his mansion. We'll find out what he's hiding and who he really is."

I can't let her find out the truth about Loki, Sebastian thought, a cold dread settling in his stomach.

He sighed, his frustration palpable. "I'll talk to Callan first," he said, his voice resigned.

Bernadette's eyebrows rose in surprise. "What? Why?"

"I'm not interested. Find someone else," Sebastian said, turning and leaving the café.  He cursed under his breath, the sharp sound barely audible above the din of the café, heading for the parking lot, his phone already dialing Selena's number.

Selena answered on the second ring, her voice bright and cheerful, a stark contrast to the turmoil in Sebastian's mind.  "Hi, Kuya," she said.

"Are you okay? Did—" Sebastian began, his voice laced with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine, actually.  Lots of people are watching me. It's kinda annoying," Selena replied.

Sebastian breathed a sigh of relief. He needed to protect Selena, to keep her safe from the dangers of his world.  "I'll hang up now. I'll call you later," he said, his voice strained.

He ended the call, getting into his car, the familiar weight of the steering wheel a small comfort in the midst of the chaos. He was about to start the engine when he noticed someone in the backseat.  He reached for his gun.  "Woah, easy, baby. It's just me," Loki said, his voice a low murmur, his grin wicked and amused.

"What the fuck are you doing in my car?" Sebastian demanded, his voice tight with barely controlled anger.

Loki grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, how's work?" he asked, settling into the front seat.

"Did you follow me?" Sebastian asked, his voice sharp and accusatory.

Loki shrugged, his expression unreadable. 

"We talked about you and Leandro. Bernadette's investigating what happened in London. Your freaking girlfriend, England, hired her," he said, his voice calm and even, his words dropping like bombshells.

"Let's date," Loki said, changing the subject abruptly, his voice smooth and suggestive.

"W-what?" Sebastian stammered. Narinig ba nito ang sinabi niya?

"I'll be gone for a week. I think I'll be busy. So let's date," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

What?! A week?! Sebastian thought, his mind racing.  "Where are you going?" Bigla siya nakaramdam ng pagkadesmaya, hindi dahil sa nangyari sa cafe kundi sa biglang pag-alis ni Loki.

"Oh, you'll miss me?" Loki teased.

"Shut up. Just tell me," Sebastian snapped, his frustration growing.

"I can't. It's a secret," Loki said, his grin widening, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Sebastian's face darkened. Loki was keeping secrets from him? He wanted to know what Loki was hiding, but he remained silent, his curiosity battling with his anger. Sometimes, Loki was the source of his confusion, the object of his frustration, and the reason for his heart's relentless pounding.

Sebastian started the engine, leaving the café parking lot, the rhythmic hum of the engine a small comfort in the midst of the chaos.

Loki couldn't take his eyes off Sebastian, his gaze intense, his silence heavy with unspoken questions. He didn't speak, and the silence hung heavy between them. Sebastian's silence was unnerving, his calm demeanor, was far too different from before.

"Kanina ka pa tahimik. Something bothering you?" Loki finally broke the silence, his voice soft and concerned.

Sebastian shook his head, his silence a stubborn refusal to yield to Loki's probing.

"Yeah. Something is bothering you," Loki insisted, his voice low and insistent. 

Sebastian stopped the car, his gaze intense, his frustration finally boiling over. "Why did you join the Mafia?" he demanded, his voice sharp and accusatory.

Loki shrugged, his expression unreadable. "That's the question that I don't need to answer, Sebastian," he replied, his voice calm and even, yet his eyes held a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like pain.

"Why?" Sebastian pressed, his voice tight with barely controlled anger.

"Because I said so," Loki replied, his tone firm, his gaze unwavering.

Sebastian chuckled coldly.  "I'm a fucking policeman, Loki! You're the enemy here! So you better tell me everything about you," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and desperation.

"I can't," Loki said, closing his eyes, his voice a low murmur.  It was a highly secured mission, known only to him, a dangerous mission that was not about killing this time, but about survival.

Sebastian took a deep breath, his frustration momentarily subsiding. "Where?" he asked calmly, his voice surprisingly soft.

Loki opened his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Where are we dating?" Tanong niya kay Loki.

Loki grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Singapore."

Sebastian's lips parted in shock. Singapore?  They were going to Singapore?  "Singapore, really?" he asked, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

"Oh, c'mon, it's a nice country. We'll shop, have some fun," Loki said, winking, his eyes sparkling with amusement. 

"Okay. Let's do it," Sebastian said, a reluctant smile touching his lips.

Who would refuse a Cartevill? No one. Sebastian couldn't say no, and Loki didn't take no for an answer.  The thrill of the unexpected, the allure of the unknown, and the undeniable pull of Loki’s captivating presence were too strong to resist.