~Contains Smut~

Xiao Zhan's POV:

I wake up with a start when my phone rings and as my eyes trail around the empty room they land on Yibo's bed. He isn't here. Where is he? Fishing out my phone I squint when it's Seiji's name that flashes on my screen. Why is he calling me at this hour?

"Seiji" covering my yawn I move away from the chair by Yibo's bed that was occupied by me. "Zhan, where are you?" His voice has a trace of concern in them. "At home. Why?"

"Yibo came to Red an hour ago. He's drunk. I suggest you better get your ass here ASAP if you want that boy to be a virgin." What the fuck?

"Keep an eye on him. I'll be there soon." Yibo... Drinking? You're hurt! Dammit! You shouldn't be drinking!!! Fuck. If anything happens to you...

After his confrontation with Akio, I followed Yibo to his room and hoped that he'd sleep to heal his wounds. Seems I was the one who fell asleep and he sneaked past my so called vigilance. With a sigh I accelerate towards Red. Second time this week when I would be getting his drunk ass home.

"Where is he?" I enquire as Seiji meets me by the entrance of Red. Pointing towards the dance floor my eyes find Yibo between two women and his arms around one of their waist. The lady behind him had her lips under his ears and he was nodding to whatever she was saying.

What the fuck?

Unable to stand there and watch him in such a state, before I could realise what was happening, I found myself standing before Yibo and clutching his wrist to drag him away from their hungry gazes. "Come with me" I command. "One glass of water please" making a request to the bartender, I turn to look at Yibo who is now leaning against the bar. "Mr. Frost." He acknowledges with a grin and I roll my eyes. Here we go again! Mr. Frost.

Handing over the glass of water to him, he accepts it with a smirk and my heart knew he is toying around with me. But not the one to give up I gesture him to drink. It surprises me at first when he quietly obliges, but should have known that when it's dealing with drunk Yibo, there is nothing quiet about him.

"Mr. Frost," he blows softly into my ears "care for some Tequila?" Before I could protest he gestures the bartender.

A moment later he pulls me away from the bar and my feet meekly follow him. "Where are we going Yibo?" At my question he turns back to give me a wink and places a finger on his lips miming to be quiet.

Traversing through the dark private rooms which were reserved for VIPs, Red indeed is an exquisite club with real classs for taste. One could clearly see that everyone in here are safe. Seiji and Yibo's main concern has always been that security should be top notch. They always wanted everyone to feel safe inside these walls.

We enter another private room where I could feel pulsing music resonate through the walls. "Welcome Mr. Frost." Giving me a cheshire grin he locks the door and it was then I realised that Yibo has a tray in his hand. For some reason I had a feeling that tonight tables have turned and suddenly I was the prey as his heated eyes were devouring me.

Observing each and every step of his like a hawk as he backs me against the couch, with no place to escape, my legs give up and my back hits the cushions.

"No one can save you tonight Mr. Frost." Nimbly climbing onto my lap his arms band around my shoulders "For so long you've been playing with me, but tonight it's my turn." Nudging his nose against mine he grins "I love Tequila Mr. Frost," blowing seductively into my ears he whispers "so tonight you would be the glass from which I drink as my lips would suck your skin dry."

"Yibo" I bite out.

"Shhh" placing a finger of my lips he winks as his left hand picks out a lemon wedge from a bowl placed on the tray resisting on the table in front of us. Pulling the collar of my tshirt away, he gently squeezes the lemon and it's pulpy juice falls on my nape. As it trails down, his lips quickly meets my heated skin and I suck in a deep breath.

Fuck. This is pure torture!

"You taste like sin, Mr. Frost." Yibo breathes out and I gasp. Squeezing another one he instantly laps my skin and my whole body jolts in tremor.

What is he doing to me?

"Mr. Frost" his lips were mere inches away from mine "I need to taste your whole body" and before I could retort he whips out my tshirt and throws it behind him. Pushing my back against the length of the couch, he was now above me trapping my whole body below his.

"Mr. Frost" he brings out the salt shaker "you smell like sweat, lust and sin."

"Yibo" I involuntarily groan when the man above me swathes my pectoral with lemon, salt and soon he pours Tequila. Whether is it him or me, I would never know, because at that very moment my ears hear chorus of growls. Maybe it was both of us.

With every lap I could feel his bites and the combination of lemon and salt burns my skin. How long did he torture me? I have no idea. All I remember is he pouring the entire bottle of Tequila on my body and for rest of this night his words played with my soul that I would never ever forget.

"Mr. Frost, let me devour you tonight."

"Mr. Frost, you're body is made to be eaten by me."

"Mr. Frost, these red marks suits your body."

"I want to eat you in places you've never been eaten before."

This man will be the end of me.

"Seiji" I groan into my phone "please come and help me."

"Where are you?"

"VIP room number 4. It's locked. Please get a key." I plead and he hums.

Few minutes later the door opens and Seiji walks in only for his steps to halt as his gaze swings from mine to the man above me who is now sleeping peacefully on my chest.

"What happened?" Seiji questions softly and I rub my face. What must our situation look to an outsider right now? One man half naked below, the other fully clothed above. Room smelling like Tequila and sweat. One awake. The other asleep. One marked. The other untouched.

"Get him off me." I groan softly and Seiji quickly lifts Yibo and gently places him on another couch. Turning towards me, he laughs "Who is going to get you 'Off'?"

Yeah I am hard. No use of hiding. But...

"Fuck you!" I bite out without malice. With a groan I shift my body to sit and lean against the couch. Crouching in front of me Seiji eyes the marks on my body and whistles "Dammit! What happened here? You're bleeding from certain bites. It seems he had a good feast." With a sigh he pulls me "Let's get you cleaned up. It's way past 3am and I need to get back to Oreo too. For now let him sleep and later I'll help you carry him to your car. Come now."

Following Seiji to his office, he brings out a first aid kit and as he cleans, there is a small smile that plays on his lips "Never thought I'd ever clean another man's love bites."

"Seiji..." At my groan he chuckles.

"Zhan."

"Hm?"

"What's going on with you two?" His question is a simple one but it was I who had no answer for it and thus my reply is vague "I have no idea."

"Zhan -" I cut him off "Seiji, I am not a child. This soul knows that it feels for Yibo. I'm not oblivious to the fact that even Yibo has feelings for me."

"But?" He questions as his fingers apply salve on my chest.

"But I need to mind the fact that he has other priorities in life. Especially Akio. I am not his priority Seiji. I am just a man who is providing them shelter."

"You're more than that Zhan!" Seiji admonishes and I smile sadly "Maybe, but at this moment for Yibo, Zhan is nothing more. We can be something more in future, but not now and frankly," raising my eyes to meet Seiji's I confess "my soul will wait for him to catch up. When he's ready, he can open his heart for me, but until then I will wait. I am good at that. Haven't I been waiting for 8 years?"

I smile at that one particular memory when this soul saw Yibo for the first time 8 years ago. I was 20 and Yibo was 15 at that time. He was working part-time for my uncle who owns a high end automobile repair shop. During one of my visits I met Yibo. He never remembered me, but I could never forget him. Years later when he came into my life, even though our circumstances was not ideal, I was still happy to be a part of his life.

"Zhan..."

"Let it go Seiji. I will wait for him, and even if that means him biting every inch of my body, I don't care." With a grin I wink and Seiji snorts "Of course. Why would you care?" With a smile he treats my wounds and soon we amble to the room where Yibo is sleeping soundly.

Picking him up we walk back to my car and with a wave to Seiji, I drive away.

Tucking him safely into his bed my lips linger in the air above his forehead with a question that my core was asking. Am I allowed to kiss him? But without further thought my lips meets his skin and I cherish his warmth.

I'll wait for you. No matter how long it takes. I will wait.