I Need a Gangsta to Love Me Betta

Chapter Two

Fuckity fuck served with a side of shit!

Xiao Yuan did not know what fever came over him that made him snap like this. He had no intention of shoving his tongue down Wei Qian's throat. In fact, he had no intention of coming here tonight.

He was happy with the vague distance he had created from him.

Happy in the way he was hating him from afar. He was tainted enough, he did not want the shadow of the man who abandoned him to fuck with his barely-there-sanity.

But the loathing for this man drew him in. And the punch, his fucking punch, ignited the fire deep in his groins, fueling every cell with a resentment and abhorrence that made him hard.

It felt like every cell in his body came alive with the hate coursing through his blood, all pumping towards his cock.

He saw Red.

Red for violence.

Red for hate.

Red for blood.

Red for lust.

From the moment Xiao Yuan was abandoned for the second time, he had bid farewell to his sanity, welcoming the demons and darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. He accepted them into his blood and nature, allowing the taste of their bitter presence to linger on his tongue, tainting his every thought and decision.

Violence had become a part of his very nature, an innate response to the world that encircled him. Alongside the violence, there was a deep, primal lust that coursed through his body when he fought, a violent urge that fueled his every swing, driving him forward in a never-ending quest for victory and dominance.

He was like a raging storm, a force of nature, moving with a ruthless efficiency that left nothing but destruction in his wake. It was a dangerous existence, but one that he embraced with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt or regret.

Despite the fiery emotions that roiled just under the surface, Xiao Yuan was skilled at hiding his true nature. However, his calm, composed demeanor was just a mask concealing the intense passion and violence that were his real essence.

To the outside world, he appeared collected and poised, but only those who looked into his eyes caught the fierce brutality and barely controlled hunger that flared beneath.

So, when Wei Qian raised his hand at him, he said a big fuck you to his mind and did what felt natural.

Punish Wei Qian. Hurt Wei Qian. Disgust Wei Qian.

Kiss Wei Qian.

Never in his right mind would he have done what he did. Hell, he wasn't even attracted to the fucker. But everything in him screamed to show Wei Qian who the final boss was. Who led the game. Xiao Yuan wanted to retaliate, hit him back, make him bleed, but with his mind switched off, his heart took over.

And without knowing he had sought his lips.

Hence when he came to his senses, feeling searing lips on his own, warm skin under his hands, Xiao Yuan snapped, recoiling so fast he even left himself shaking and made Wei Qian stumble and nearly fell.

Xiao Yuan's heart raced, adrenaline and confusion warring within him. The sensation of warm skin against his own and the memory of searing lips on his had him feeling disoriented, his thoughts swimming in a chaotic haze.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to drink bleach and set his mouth and hands on fire to cleanse him of the disgusting but oh-so delicious taste of Wei Qian or just scream and snatch Wei Qian back into his arms.