There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 191 - 185. Distance of the Hearts (M)

Chapter 191: Chapter 185. Distance of the Hearts (M)

It was different.

The moment Zein’s lips touch him, Bassena could feel it was different. Rather than the usual display of lust and hesitation, there was another kind of desire contained within that kiss.

Those lips were trembling, ever so slightly, just like the hands holding his face. Bassena had no idea, just how long their lips were pressed together. It felt long and short at the same time, however weird it might seem. It was long enough for them to end up on the bed, lips still locking, and short enough that they felt a pang of loss when they parted.

When Zein pulled away, the blue eyes were filled with so much complexity. That usual fear, the rare display of vulnerability, but also affection, adoration, and something that Bassena had always wished he could see; certainty.

"What to do with you?" the melodic voice grazed the esper’s senses, as the callous fingers stroke the platinum hair tenderly. Leaning closer again, so close that even a whisper sounded like a roar, Zein let out a rather weak voice. "Baby, what to do with you?"

There was nothing in this world could prepare Bassena for hearing Zein call him baby softly, with so much tenderness that came from guilt, but also gratitude, and affection.

He didn’t know what to do, what to say. Bassena found himself too afraid to even breathe or think, worried that this was all just the projection of his dream, an illusion. That he might be trapped in a dungeon somewhere that showed him things he wished for.

It wasn’t until he felt Zein’s lips on his forehead that the clock inside him moved again. The tight grip on his hair, on his head, lips that traveled to his brow, the scales beneath his eyes, the edge of his jaw...

When those red lips touched his cheek, just a shy away from his lips, was when Bassena finally dared to move, hands holding into the straddling hips gently, like he was touching a fragile glass.

"Anything," Bassena felt his heart and lung give away as he responded. "Whatever you want to do,"

He felt a rare, gentle smile on the guide’s lips as their lips collided again, hungry, yet filled with tenderness. But then Zein pulled away again, hands retreating from the esper’s hair. The amber eyes stiffened in momentary anxiousness, worried he might do something the guide didn’t like. Again.

But that anxiety turned into astonishment as Zein, without any warning, pulled up the oversized sweater over his head, baring his upper body, fair skin and faint scars, all for Bassena to see.

The hands came back to caress the esper’s cheek and weaved into the platinum hair, tilting the stunned face. With a soft but sure tone, Zein whispered right to Bassena’s soul. "Take me,"

Almost as if he was in a trance, Bassena stared at the bare chest in front of him, hands barely managing to not tremble. It wasn’t the lean figure and firm muscle that he saw, nor the fair skin that glowed within the evening light. It also wasn’t the many scars marring that beautiful expanse.

It was a memory that he saw. A memory of Zein refusing to take his clothes off during intercourse. What Zein did right now, it wasn’t just him taking his clothes off. It was his barrier, the wall surrounding his heart that he took down and chuck to the ground.

Grasping the guide in an embrace, Bassena pressed his face against that chest and closed his eyes, feeling the melodic sound of the increasing heart beat. Along with the disappearance of their physical distance, so was the distance between their heart.

Bassena inhaled deeply, absorbing the guide’s scent not only into his lung but into his soul. Softly, gently, tenderly, he kissed the collarbone, that little spot with a beauty mark on it that had Zein gasping and grasping the younger’s hair. It was the only place Bassena had ever touched before, and now, sliding his lips down, he ventured into uncharted land.

Oh, the sheer thrill it gave his heart. The esper moved his face down, sighing over the fair skin, and kissed a scar over the guide’s chest. As if mapping an unknown territory, the hands holding Zein’s back stroked the expanse, feeling and rubbing every scar, just as the lips explored the front.

The guide squirmed at the adventurous ministration, feeling shivers travel across his spine. The skin that had never been touched was extremely sensitive to intimate contact, at every graze of fingers and lips, or a whiff of warm breath.

"Haa..." with a soft exhale, Zein threw his head back in delight, feeling lightheaded and lighthearted. "Bas," he caressed the busy head, rubbing the sturdy nape and shoulder. "Baby..."

The esper lifted his head, as if in command. Zein parted his lips in a smile, rubbing the esper’s lips and tugging them open, shoving two of his fingers inside. Understanding his assignment, Bassena moved his tongue and wet those digits, slathering them with his saliva. With his free hand, Zein tugged his pants down, freeing his arousal and giving way to his back entrance.

Bassena stared at the guide in a daze, watching Zein frown and bit his lips as the guide rubbed his own rim and pushed his fingers inside. But Zein’s other hand stroked his cheek and brought his focus back. "Go on," the guide said with a bated breath.

Gods--Bassena captured the smiling lips with his own, filled with longing and passion. He claimed the guide’s neck, prompting a soft, low moan, and nibbled on the tensing shoulder. With one hand, the esper rummaged through his nightstand’s drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lube, pouring it into Zein’s hole as he kissed the hardened nipple.

Being stimulated in two places had Zein gasped in shock and pleasure, grasping into Bassena’s hair for balance, as his lower body felt like it’d topple anytime. "That’s..." Zein looked down, didn’t think he’d feel it so much there. Bassena looked up without stopping his advance, licking the hard, blossoming bud and sucking on it while his fingers joined Zein’s inside the guide’s hole.

"Mmh!" Zein felt his thighs falter immediately with the added pressure and the new pleasure, head slumped into the esper’s shoulder, letting out a low, restrained moan. "Ah...Bas..."

Suddenly, Zein felt the world turn and the next thing he knew, his back was pressed to the mattress while Bassena’s large hand supported his neck and head over the pillow. The impact had his fingers left his inside, leaving the esper’s thicker, longer digits there as he stared at Bassena in a daze.

"I’ll do it," Bassena whispered before plunging his fingers deeper, assisted by the copious amount of lube he put there before. The esper lowered his head and kissed the welcoming lips, swallowing the guide’s little sighs and moans as the man was being prepped.

Now that he could freely use both hands, Zein grabbed Bassena’s head and pulled the man even more, for a deeper kiss, coaxing that heavenly tongue to do its magic. His hands traveled down, and felt unsatisfied with the existence of the shirt that prevent him to feel the warm, dark skin of the younger man. Impatiently, he fumbled with the shirt buttons and undo them, touching the bronze skin and the solid muscle underneath at the same time.

But then Bassena moved down to kiss his neck and shoulder and played with his chest and Zein kind of lost the purpose of his hands as he writhed and arched his back. "Ah, fuck..." the fumbling hands ended up just grabbing tightly into the playful head and grabbing onto the sheet for anchor.

When the esper’s lips touched Zein’s areola and put the hardened pebble inside his mouth, the guide groaned and clenched below, so Bassena became daring and bit the nub, only to have Zein hissed and yanked him off the enticing area.

"Don’t--" the guide said with gritted teeth, blue eyes narrowed and glazed.

Blinking, Bassena kissed the slight bite mark as an apology. "Sorry," he whispered against the reddened skin, amber eyes flickered with an effort of restraint.

"Mmh...just..." Zein leaned his head back on the pillow, steadying his breath, feeling the esper’s mouth sucking gently on the sensitive nerves, tongue licking the hard nub expertly. "Ahh...that...just do that--haah!"

Just as he felt the pleasure from his chest, the fingers inside grazed another sensitive spot. Zein looked down, eyes wide and flickering. But the fingers pushed hard on that spot and the blue eyes flew shut along with a moan.

"Are you...haa..." staring into the ceiling as his head thrown back, Zein chuckled despite his panting breath, "...are you trying to make me come?"

"Yeah," the esper kissed the baring neck, nibbling the chuckling jaw. "I’ll make you feel good."

As if trying to prove his words, Bassena grazed on that bundle of nerves again, rubbing in circles and pressing hard. "Hah--shit!" Zein cursed and laughed softly at the same time as a shiver ran up his spine and a familiar heat pooled in his abdomen.

With a grin, Bassena came back to suck on the guide’s chest, and was rewarded with a harsh moan. Zein arched his back and pushed his chest more toward the esper, twisting his hips and raising his leg to give Bassena better access to his hole.

"Bas," with short breath laced in ecstasy, Zein patted the esper’s cheek and commanded. "Do the other too..."

Bassena chuckled and used his fingers to play with the other nipple. He moved up and kissed the panting lips, before gazing into the flickering blue eyes deeply. "What else?" he asked, in a voice so gentle. "Tell me what you want me to do, what you want me to not do,"

It was quite hard to think with his brain focusing on his lower body, but Zein managed to look into the amber eyes with some clarity. "This," he grabbed into the collar of Bassena’s shirt. "Take this off...and...huff--use your tongue more..."

Bassena laughed against the black hair, licking the red ears after, and received a moan of appreciation.

"And then?"

"Use--ugh--a condom,"

"Pfft--alright, what else?"

"I--oh, fuck!" Zein gasped, lifting his hips and sending the fingers deeper inside him, grabbing tight into the esper’s shoulder as a shudder assaulted his spine. "Haa--shit, ugh...Bas!"

The esper smiled, stopping his ministration on the guide’s chest to hold and caress the raven head. "Mm? You’re coming?"

"Yea--aah...hrkk!" body tensing in convulsion, Zein let the heat leave his lower abdomen, holding tight into the esper as raw pleasure crash into him. Panting, blue eyes flickering, Zein half-registered the fingers that still dutifully scissoring him down there, making way for something better.

"Gods--you’re so pretty flushing like this," Bassena kissed the corner of Zein’s lips which parted for air and fighting for consciousness.

Zein blinked the last of his haze and chuckled, capturing the esper’s lips with his own and weaving his fingers through the platinum locks. "Seems like...your fingers are also a godsend,"

Bassena laughed and worked his fingers faster, enjoying the small whimper and panting sounds from the guide. "You were about to say something earlier,"

"Huh?" Zein blinked in confusion, trying to recall his hazy mind. "Ugh...ah," he tapped the esper’s cheek then, looking into the amber eyes rather seriously. "I don’t like being tied up, don’t...put a restraint on me,"

"...I see," Bassena smiled then. It wasn’t like he had any intention of doing that, but he also understood Zein’s reservation about feeling trapped.

And he had a feeling the guide wasn’t just talking about the physical aspect of it. That was fine--there was no way Bassena would allow the man to feel trapped in their relationship. It was hard enough already getting Zein to shed his barrier, to stop being so scared of having an attachment and baring his feelings.

"Okay, I won’t do that," Bassena whispered his promise against the guide’s lips, who kissed him for a second before yanking him off.

While Bassena blinked in surprise, Zein grabbed the esper’s shirt and rubbed his foot on the younger’s thigh. "Now take this off and make love to me properly."