[✔] White over Red (boyxboy)

֍CHAPTER 38: Obsession

"Stepan," Kirill called out weakly. His eyes then slowly fluttered open to the blinding lights that made him confused as to where he was.

Stepan took a hold of both of his shoulders and called out to him worriedly. "Kirill..." He looked tense. Never before in his life he felt worried over someone so endlessly. It was not a pretence. This genuine worry that he has sometimes even made him afraid. He is afraid of the power that Kirill has on him. The more he is afraid, the more he wants to exert control on that source of power.

The first thing that Kirill's eyes could make out was the shape of a person. "Stepan?" He called. He tried to look around but he still couldn't see clearly yet. "Where am I?" He asked.

"In my room. Are you feeling alright?" Stepan indicated and immediately tried to make sure that Kirill was feeling okay. He wanted to pull Kirill up to a sitting position but he waited for Kirill to confirm his own condition first before doing that.

"How long have I been out?" Kirill asked as he tried to get up, being supported by Stepan. He placed one of his palms to his head and further adjusted his eyesight. Only then could he see the interior of that familiar room. Stepan's room which was always brightly lit by the massive window and the massive mirror as a reflector of the lights coming in.

Stepan placed a pillow behind Kirill so that he could lean on the bed comfortably. "A day and a half? You must've never done any drugs. You were given normal sedatives but you passed out for such a long time," Stepan informed and lightly chuckled as he thought to himself how relieved he felt to see Kirill finally waking up. "Are you feeling alright? Does it hurt anywhere?" Stepan asked. He brushed the side of Kirill's cheek with the back of one of his hands gently while his eyes looked down on Kirill worriedly.

Kirill was shocked at first to see the look in Stepan's eyes that he couldn't answer the question immediately. He had never seen Stepan look at anyone like that before. His eyes were so gentle that he could have mistaken it as him looking at a person he loves. "M-my stomach hurts a little," Kirill then said. He didn't realise that his face had already blushed red.

Stepan didn't notice it yet as he was immediately reminded of the guys that had hurt his precious one. "Those bastards! It's bruised," He cursed and lifted Kirill's clothes without warning to see the bruise on Kirill's stomach. "But it's okay. My family has this special ointment. I've been putting that on you. It'll heal soon." He spoke lengthily before lifting his face to finally notice Kirill blushing. Their eyes met and stopped dead looking at each other for a few seconds. Kirill was the first to turn his face away. He blushed all the way to his neck and he faked a cough to cover his embarrassment.

Stepan took a good look at Kirill's neck and he couldn't help but want to mark that part of the skin with hickeys. He knew how good it felt as Kirill tightened his asshole when he sucked on his neck while he was fucking him. But he could only smirk at this sight for now. He never was the patience type. But if he really did what he wanted, Kirill would be very afraid of him. He was sure of that. He couldn't reveal his true self to Kirill. "Do you remember everything that had happened?" He asked. It is so that he would not entertain further lewd thoughts he had in his mind.

The question was a good distraction. Kirill started to recall everything that had happened. "I think so?" He spoke. Nonetheless, he was still unsure of one thing. "Was I... raped?" He asked hesitantly. He didn't really want to know the answer but he also knew he needed to know the truth.

"No. I got there in time," Stepan answered. 'My dick was the only dick that ever went in that asshole of yours'. He wanted to say that too but he chose not to. That knowledge alone was enough for him.

This fact made a huge burden dropped from the depth of Kirill's heart. He felt relieved that it didn't get to that point. But he suddenly thought of something. "Wait. How did you know where to find me?"