"Mmph.."
A moan squeal out of Damon as Salvar slipped his tongue and carnessed the inner lining of his mouth.
Salvar gently laid Damon on his back on the bed and pinned his hands on top of his head. He gently bit his lips before backing away and took a glance at the man below.
Damon lifted his legs and rested them on Salvar hips before he breathlessly said, "Salvar, I want to bear your seed and breed your child."
Salvar's eyes glinted with amusement as his mouth twisted into a sneer.
Bitch.
He remarked in his mind as he looked at Damon.
Not in this life.
Right, this not Salvar's first life. It was his second life.
The end of his first life was brutal. Caged in the cold underground prison with burning pain from radiation, where his mind was devastated and his body was inflamed.
And worst of all, dying was not the pain but living with that kind of pain was hard for him.
He screamed day and night, but no one came for him, or rather, no one dared to come for him. He was dangerous, a cause of death, a taboo that everyone feared.
Only one person came to him. He was an enemy and the cause his death.
Silas.
Silas stabbed him to death. And Salvar had never been so grateful to any enemy as he had been to Silan that day.
But grateful doesn't equals courtesy, Salvar planned on stabbing that guy, afterall, repaying is a act of goodness.
"Salvar," Damon called out the man above him whose eyes were locked into him but he seemed lost.
"Yes?" Salvar questioned.
Damon blinked, his eyes fluser with water while his cheeks glowed.
Salvar couldn't understand, how a beautiful boy as him, or truthfully, the most beautiful boy as him turned out to be the turning point in his life.
This was the same moment when Damon said he wanted to bear his child, that Salvar ended up feeling guilty and told him the secret that he swore to never spill out.
That he was an Omega. Only the Aurexil Serum makes him looks like a stereotype Alpha and maske his sweetly pheromones.
In his first life, he felt guilt for Damon, for using him and leaving him with an unpromising future. He thought, Damon being an Omega could understand but that was not the case...
Salvar backed out from Damon and laid on the bed beside him.
"Damon, do you realise what you want?" Salvar asked, he leaned himself and rested his face on his hand.
"Yes Salvar, I think my future with you would be so wonderful." Damon's index finger gently trailed the scars on Salvar chest.
Salvar caught his wrist and bought it near his lips.
"Darling, it seems you have mistaken it." He gently kissed Damon's finger tips and sat on the bed, "You are just a sex toy for me, not a future."
Damon widened his eyes and sat immediately upright as he took Salvar's face on palm as he said. "Salvar, everything's alright? Is there anyone that's bothering you? Well, if you are worried about me..."
"Yes, I am extremely worried about you." Worried so much that I could choke you death right now.
Salvar's eyes were worn out from exhaustion, his undereyes were darkened with thin blue linen.
Damon carcass the area with his thumb with an worried expression.
Salvar wondered why Damon chose to be the beauty among the mafias rather than building himself an acting portfolio.
Even, Salvar himself could join the entertainment industry as he smiled gently and said, "I am sorry if I am worrying but I do not want to continue further, leave the room."
Damon nodded and tenderly kissed Salvar's forehead before leaving the man.
As soon as he was out of the room, his sweet expression turned into a vivid scornful expression as he took out his phone and dialed a number before speaking in whisper, "Boss, something is weird..."
On the other hand, Salvar said alone in his room, hands stretched out at the ceiling as he looked between them.
He couldn't truly believe that he was alive.
Afterall, even god couldn't bear the sufferings he had gone through and planned to give him a chance to live a better life.
Salvar didn't have any plan, he just came to live the moment during the kissing session, and became fully conscious when Damon threw that question at him.
He rested his hands over his eyes while water slided down from his eyes to the bedsheet below.
Salvar didn't want to cry but lumps gathered around his neck.
Breathlessly, he grabbed the pillow and bit it to muffle his cries.
But even the pillow failed to hold the sound back, as he wailed.
He didn't know if he was crying from anger, or crying from sadness, or rather, these were tears of happiness.
He knew nothing, but the only thing that he knew was, today would be the first and the last day he would cry in this lifetime.
From now on, people who had wronged him will cry.