Otaku rebirth in Apocalypse era (BL) (complete)

26. Spring Medicine?

Tristan keeps on rolling on bed.

Axell got awakened due a kick. He falls down, landing on his butt.

Tristan is groaning a bit. His face is very red.

"Hot... Hot... Hot..."

"Are you okay?"

Axell puts a hand to his forehead. It's burning. He immediately goes to find fever medicine. He remembers Tris keeps some at home.

His eyes are bulging when he returns back into the bedroom.

Tristan is lying naked on bed. He is squirming, looking very uncomfortable.

"Axell... Help..."

"What's wrong?"

Axell sits next to him on the bed. He puts his hand on his forehead. It seems the temperature is even higher than before.

Tristan grabs his hand and presses it to his chest.

"Cool... Hand..."

Tristan keeps on rubbing Axell's hand on his chest. He seems getting comfort from all the touches.

"Tris... did you eat a weird drug?"

"Axell..."

"Let's see. Is it good if I do this?"

Axell rubs his thigh, near his crotch.

"Yeah... do it again..."

It seems Tristan has eaten spring Medicine (aphrodisiac). Axell, the prime suspect has sworn he didn't put it into his cooking.

"Help me..."

Axell sits behind him. He kisses his nape while holding Tris' manhood.

He whispers, "Let me help you. We are both men. It's normal to help each others."

Tristan's moans are driving him nuts. Somehow he manages to keep his sanity while jerking him.

Axell stares the white liquid on his right hand. The torture doesn't stop there. Tristan is still moaning. He is grinding his body toward him.

Something is odd. The tattoo has changed again. The pink flower buds are blooming right now.

Spring time.

Flowers are blooming, ready for pollens. Half plant, half human being.

Axell is pouting. He is on the edge of reason right now. Tristan is in his weak condition. They aren't exactly dating.

"Axell... I need you..."

"Tris, I'm here..."

A passionate kiss to his lips. He explores, preparing him with his fingers.

Screw logic. Saving Tristan is more important right now.

"Axell... Hurts..."

"Just hang in there. I'll be gentle."

Axell kisses his lips. He tries his best to make him comfortable before he continues.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Just move. Faster. Harder..."

"Tris, this is your first time. I..."

"Just step on the gas. Ugh! Faster!"

The flesh slapping sounds continue for a long time.

After a long time, Axell is staring the ceiling. Half dead. Satisfied Tris has fallen asleep. His back is facing poor Axell.