C:SOD Chapter 15 (Patreon)

She is watching over you with gentle hands and warm tears, hoping you will watch over yourself as well...

"Au! Ohh, A... u... shít! I'm gonna cúm, I'm gonna cúm...!"

Cúm... Au focused on Hermes' díck rather than his own, pumping him rapidly the same way he would when masturbating. Hermes moves his hips from under Au, getting off from his prostate being prodded. I want to see... Hermes... uhm... cúm...

"I'm gonna cú... gonna... ahh... shít...!" Hermes curses as he pulls his head back, mouth open in a gasp as spurts of his hot cúm splashes onto his stomach and chest. Au didn't stop, mesmerized by how wonderful his face is while riding his climax. It was to the point where Hermes actually flinched because of sensitivity. "Okay! Okay, stop... that's enough... I... ohhh, shít..."

Hermes gathers his thoughts, his abdomen taking time to relax after all that tension. But then he looks down to see Au just staring at him, watching him as if he's an art exhibition he has yet to dissect. "Au? Did you cúm?"

He shook his head.

"Do you want to cúm inside or out?"

So pretty... the way Hermes' chest rises up and down, his mouth parted slightly to breathe as well as his mouth. He said nothing but pulled this beautiful person towards him by the nape, offering a kiss of passion. All before he surprised Hermes with a rapid fúcking, thrusting while keeping him close. His scent, his sweat, his lovely moans which features Au's name between his breaths, all made Au go feral enough to move the table itself until he climaxed, all inside Hermes.

Au's breaths are getting louder, tired from trying to pursue euphoria with Hermes. Their eyes meet; Au looking up while Hermes is looking down. The younger man can't help it and thrusts inside the stained walls once more, just to hear that sweet moan from a well-fúcked Hermes.

"Au..." He breathes out, hands against that sweaty chest.

In order to cool off, they turned on the classroom's AC and laid on their clothes on the classroom floor.  Au enjoys cuddling with Hermes and he dragged the male to lay with him on the floor. Hermes finds himself smiling at Au's grumpiness whenever he says he has to go.

"Alright big guy, I'll stay for a while... but we have to leave soon, alright? We're not supposed to be here..." Hermes tells him, his head laying on Au's chest while his hand is caressing Au's well-maintained torso. "I'm so sorry for being your first... in a dark classroom... ahh, I really messed up by doing this."

"I like it."

Hermes' head has never been raised so high and twisted to look at the man whose deep voice came from. "Did... did you just...? Au?"

The tanned guy looks at him, almost shrugging.

"You talked! It was clear! Your voice...!" Hermes calms himself down, but can't help but smile. "Your voice is so nice..."

Your smile is so nice... Au looks at him fondly, fingers reaching up to caress Hermes' jaw.

"Why don't you speak so much? Do you not know English? Are you a selective mute?"

Au's lips separate as if he will answer, but he got distracted by Hermes' eyes instead. The older male waited for a response, but all Au did was touch his face curiously.

"Hmm. I guess you don't like me that much," Hermes pouts, putting his jaw on Au's pec. "... you won't tell me anything. After everything we've been through?"

As Hermes sulks, Au purses his lips and flicks his ear, scolding him for trying to manipulate. This made Hermes laugh out loud at Au being cute and all. But then, his laugh fades away.

"I... can't believe I'm... a cheater." Hermes rolls to his back, his head on Au's arm. "I'm a terrible person."

Au finds himself thinking, So what? It's Carvalle.

"I feel so trapped. I have no one else. I had no one else but my sister in this world... now I don't even know who to trust, who to love... I feel so alone. I have no one but me, but the me right now is slipping..." Hermes sobs out, "I feel so alone..."

He rolls to face Hermes, pulling him in by the jaw. Au stares at him for a bit; a long time, for what seemed like enough for Hermes to see an entire galaxy of stars in his dark eyes.

"I... want... to be here... for you..." Hermes widens his eyes, as the Silent Opera whispers, "I will wait for you here..."

Au? What does he mean? Hermes wasn't able to ask because he is being pulled for a soft, romantic kiss in the dark.

the weekend,

??? MANSION

Hermes, as usual on the weekends, journeys to Mavis' house for the boy's tutoring. He has missed a lot of lessons so the clear book is extra thick. He walks through the recently cleaned lobby with white tiles and gold details, past the Japanese "broken" vases which are put together with pure gold, then having the light of the crystal chandelier land on Hermes' cheeks as he reaches the top.

He was about to head to Mavis' room, but his attention was caught by very loud string music that seemed to be from Opera coming from an open double door. He stopped his usual route to pass by the room, but no one was in it. The music blared loudly, but was pleasant to the ears. Hermes is caught in awe at the beauty of the room, which turned out to be a ballroom for the Mansion's parties. Empty, dead, but full of gold and light.

Rich people... I wonder how much their electricity bill is. Hermes scoffs from the hallways, turning to proceed to Mavis' bedroom. However, he came face to face with a silent, blonde, and handsome young man whose thin eyes remain looking down on him condescendingly.

"Frost-!"

"Whenever you come, I am always in my studies. But now I caught you in my free time," he says with such a smooth voice, fit for someone whose entire white suit is ironed to perfection. His eyes scan Hermes in an undisclosed emotion, as he is always closed off and composed.

"I have to do my job, excuse me," Hermes avoids his eyes and steps to the side, but before he can pass by the man, he said something so outrageous his heart stopped.

"I will say sorry on behalf of what he did that night."

Hermes quietly gasps at what Frost had said, facing the blonde in shock. "He...? You mean... you know that person?"

"How could I not, I'm the King. Nothing goes on in Carvalle that I wouldn't know," Frost casually says. He then gives Hermes a look, "More than you will ever know."

"Then you know who he is!" Hermes impulsively steps towards Frost, and then holds onto his forearm in order to beg, "Please... please tell me who he is. Frost, I... I need to know."

"Unhand me. You're causing wrinkles in my clothes." Frost is concerned about how Hermes is touching him now.

"I'm desperate. He's the one I came to Carvalle for, he's the only reason I'm in this hellhole and I need to know who the hell killed my sister!" Hermes exclaims with half a calm tone and the other half with urgency.

Frost sighs. "Even if you suck my díck every two hours for every day, I cannot give you that information. Who even are you anyway."

The opera music continues in the background, but this time it sounds like it's mocking him. He truly is no one significant, just a lonely man who's trying to find out the truth about his sister. An ordinary working man on a floating blue planet; Hermes Quinn is no one important, unimportant to anyone but himself. Relevant to nothing but his own life.

"Never mind," Hermes coldly says, unwilling to kneel in front of this deplorable man. "A devil like you will never help me no matter what."

He steps forward to leave the White King alone, but yelps when a gentleman's hand pulls him back and pushed him onto the golden ballroom. "What—hey!"

Hermes is silenced when he is suddenly pressed against Frost inside the room, holding his waist and the other on Hermes’ hand, lifted to form... a waltz? What is he doing?

"What did he tell you," Frost whispers in a somewhat soft, romantic tone as he steps forward and forces Hermes to step back.

"What are you doing, I—!" Hermes is spun by his hands and now his back is pressed against Frost, a white sleeve wrapped in front of his waist.

Frost, ever the gentleman, moves to the step of the waltz and guides a clumsy Hermes across the ballroom. "Tell me what he told you. Maybe then, I'll be able to help."

He's gonna help? The tension inside Hermes dwindles as he is spun yet again, back to their original position. His gaze is pinned by Frost's icy blue eyes, half-covered by his lazy eyes.

"He told me the three girls deserved to die. The three girls... did something bad. And my sister... she killed herself. I..." Hermes trips on Frost's feet, but the man catches him by the waist and the fall became a part of their dance. Frost held him there awaiting his words, staring straight into Hermes' soul. "... I don't believe it. Thena would never kill herself."

Frost finally lifted him back up, spinning once before waltzing once again. "I'm sure you have heard of Carvalle not being as Holy as the catholicism that it is centered on, correct?"

Frost's voice is a lot less intimidating when he is whispering, and very gentle at the hands. They glide across the dance floor like a swan and a baby duck in water.

"Yes? Wh-why are we dancing by the way?"

Frost ignores his question. "He wants to bring back the purity in the school. Not only will he kill those who bear the Seven Deadly Sins, but the sins beyond it." Frost turns Hermes once again, but ends with his back against the King. His breath is warm against the teacher's neck, and it's triggering goosebumps in Hermes' skin. Frost smells expensive, like how a politician smells. "Your sister... committed almost all."

"What." Hermes chuckles, disbelieving of what Frost had said. He turns himself around to face Frost, their faces merely inches apart. So close, even Frost is caught off guard and looks the slightest bit panicked. Hermes smiles at him in denial, "She couldn't have."

Frost pushes him away, but pulls him back in as part of their romantic waltz.  "He overlooked her sins. Because he saw an angel in her. Thena is..." Frost holds him close yet again, scanning Hermes' confused, curious, and crazily pretty features temptingly as he whispers, "... so beautiful. He forgave her sins."

"Frost--" Hermes is now feeling uncomfortable at the slight slander that he's doing against his dead sister. "What did she even do—"

"She wouldn't take responsibility and live with the consequences of her actions..." Frost dips Hermes; gentle, slow, and courteous. Enough for his hair to move out of his face and reveal those beautiful eyes. "... she killed herself to escape them."

Hermes is pulled back up, but Frost is no longer dancing. They remain in the middle of the room, Opera blaring loudly, yet it seems like their breaths are the only music that ever graced their ears. Slow, steady, romantic... forbidden.

"Frost, tell me the truth..." Hermes whispers, his tone almost begging.

"I have no reason to tell lies," the man responds. He can't help but glance at Hermes' lips every once in a while. Then he whispers, "To him, this is all just a big chess game. You will die if you play against him. So be on the same side of the board."

Hermes gives him a puzzled look. Then widens his eyes when Frost leans in and almost got their lips touching with how close he is. But, he's merely whispering something.

"Don't do anything bad to Mavis.

Don't confess your secrets to Father Daniel.

Don't look at the Twins' faces.

Don't force Au to speak.

With that, he'll stay away from you."

Hermes was in the process of absorbing that information. Frost's warning was clear and precise, his voice never hostile and instead warm as if speaking to a lover.

And internally, he feels grateful at the crumb of mercy Frost is giving him, even in secret. So when Frost's lips finally touched his, he allowed it out of gratitude. Soft, expensive pair of lips claim his own, lingering for long until he found out about the consent. For that, Frost reaches for Hermes' neck to kiss him deeper, involving their tongue softly greeting each other.

Hermes was the one to pull away, trusting Frost enough to ask, "What does he want from me?"

"..."

"Frost, tell me, please..." He rubs his face against Frost's hands to beg him to answer this one question. Frost was hesitant, but those eyes really force him to do what he isn't supposed to do.

"Since Thena couldn't take responsibility, he wants you to pay for her sins."

Is he really saying Thena killed herself? No... no, I can't believe it. There has to be some truth in there!

"I need to at least know who he is. One night, he—"

"Hermes?" A small, weak, and breathy voice came from the doorway, shyly peeking in with a somewhat hurt look on his face.

It was then that Hermes pushes Frost's arm from around his waist and create some distance between the formerly intimate dancers. "Mavis! Oh no, I'm sorry I'm late, I... Frost... well, uhm... haha, we're done here. Let's go to your room?"

Mavis nods with a pout. It's not because he caught his crush being intimate with his cousin, no. When Hermes passes by him and onto the hallways, Mavis looks at Frost with a worried look.

"I'll be fine, Mavis..." Frost assures him, turning around to face the windows, pulling his sleeve to cover the purples among fair white skin.

days later

CARVALLE

“…”

“AHHHH!”

“What happened—!”

“Hello, 911?!”

“This can’t be happening! Someone, HELP!”

“…” Soon, the school is surrounded by authorities and dread.

"Hermes Quinn?"

"Yes?"

"We have to ask you some questions in the office."

"Why?"

“Hermes Quinn, where were you and what were you doing last night?”

A girl was hung naked by the door, recently removed by the authorities. The hallway lights were flickering eerily, and the CCTV cameras are as dead as the woman found under its supervision. Her eyes were gouged out, missing, and the blood that dripped from it was used to spell out Hermes' name, which placed him under suspicion and at the top of the suspects' list.

After an hour of questioning, Father Daniel confirmed his alibi that he was with him all night working on his lesson plan, which lead to Hermes sleeping over at his dorm. Hermes sits outside the office door being supervised by a police officer, head held in his hands and being so frustrated he couldn't even cry. The hallways are a lot darker, the stench of blood still fresh in his nostrils. Now Carvalle's walls are literally stained with blood, and in his name.

He did this. Is he punishing me? Hermes thinks as Father Daniel's legs appear before him, the man kneeling down to his lover's level.

"Hermes... I've testified for your alibi and proven you have nothing to do with this. You're free to go," he says, wanting to give Hermes a kiss but he couldn't, not with a police officer watching.

"Am I, Daniel?" He couldn't even meet the priest's eyes. "Am I even free..."

Father Daniel leans in to connect their foreheads, making sure his voice is as discreet as possible. "Hermes... he's doing this to torment you. To taunt you."

"He's punishing me," Hermes weakly whispers. He did this because I fúcking rejected him? He coldly looks up at Daniel. "And you still won't tell me where he is?"

Daniel grabs a stubborn Hermes' jaw and forced him to face the his strict eyes. "If you go after him, more of this will happen and he'll pin it under your name until you'll get jailed. Leave it alone and he'll leave you alone. I'm here to protect you!"

The cop is suspiciously looking over at the two, so Daniel releases Hermes, but not without giving him a disciplinary look. "Hermes. Trust me. Once he gets a hold of you, you will be crying out my name because no one else will save you."

Of course. No one will.

The Principal’s door opens and out came a police officer, who has the infamous Frost following him from behind. The son of Carvalle's owner stands tall in an all-white suit with an old-fashioned pocket watch chained to one of his buttons, kept in his pocket. Upon laying his eyes on the two Carvalle employees in the hallways, his eyebrows dip in disapproval.

"Frost...?" Hermes calls out, lowering his guard because the young man has given him a very important warning days prior.

"You are lucky I don't believe you'd murder in my school, Hermes..." Frost mumbles, now glaring at the Priest as he tells the teacher, "I had to cover your áss. Consider yourself lucky Mavis doesn't want you jailed."

Frost had cut off the investigation, Father Daniel confirmed Hermes' alibis. All to prove Hermes Quinn innocent, when he might not be.

that night, Hermes in matching pajamas went up to the 3rd floor in the Johnson Building, not expecting much except to visit his sister's memory yet again. He always has a habit of pushing her memory away. The scene is the same; empty, haunting yet not scary. The night is serene as he walks past the railings she fell over, the Lady of Carnations watching them still.

"Don't do anything bad to Mavis...

Don't confess your sins to Father Daniel,

Don't look at the twins' faces,

Don't force Au to speak."

Hermes puts his hand on the railings, thinking about, "With that, he'll stay away from you."

What couldn't stay away from him is a tall, dark and handsome Au who appeared behind him and also gave him a massive shóck. "Oh, shít! Au, what the fúck?!"

Hermes faces him, still trying to catch his escaping soul. But, all Au did was snake his arms around the teacher and kiss his forehead as a greeting.

Hello, Au says in his thoughts, translating it to the real world by a kiss on the lips.

His presence and loving gestures made Hermes smile. "Hello, Au... so you were serious about waiting here for me?"

The man initiated their affair by kissing Hermes by the neck, strong hands against his áss which kneads the muscular flesh.

"Mmm," Hermes moans, feeling the electricity of another forbidden meeting yet again. Au pauses and pulls away to look at him, almost asking what makes him look sad at this hour even after the healing kiss.

"Au... another girl died. Do... you know anything about this?" Hermes asks. His eyes look into Au’s, seeking refuge in his arms. “It was terrible… I…”

Au nods negatively.

"I almost got arrested... but... well, Frost..." Hermes utters, now looking troubled. "Frost is confusing. He gives me sleepless nights now. The girl, the poor girl… I really need to know who is doing this. I can’t let anyone else die, and now he’s framing me. Au, help me…”

“Help me, Au.” The tall man’s hands went tense, eyes casted down as he listens to Hermes’ thoughts. His mind flashes to his time with Thena, and now he doesn’t know what to do. What Hermes wants is this one person’s identity, in order to go after him. But Au knows; he knows that is suicide, similar to… No. Don’t. Hermes.

He presses himself against Hermes’ neck, seducing him with a soft, “Her… mes… stay…”

“Au…” Hermes sighs. “You just want to sleep with me?”

Au lifts his hand to kiss it romantically. He whispers, “Don’t sad.”

“I can’t help it. Carvalle is…” Au cuts him off by kissing him thoroughly, licking his tongue in order to tie it with his own. … Carvalle is a little safer when I’m in this classroom with him. I don’t know why I feel safe with Au. Is this why Thena asked for his help?

He prepared himself earlier for this, and he actually came to see if Au was serious about sleeping with him. But the big man is dead serious about playing around in the empty classroom, pulling Hermes inside and gently pushing him against the door. At least enough to distract Hermes from reality, distract him from the tragedy.

Au's kisses... so sweet, so innocent. If it wasn't for him groping Hermes' àss, then one would assume he has no intentions of séx. His lips are gracing Hermes like a flower petal, taking care of it with the utmost care. The earlier events slipped off Hermes’ mind, and it clouds with desire to be intimate with someone who makes him feel safe. Escapism.

"Au... did you really like our little play?" Hermes giggles, but gasps out when Au thrusts his clothed hips onto Hermes'. "Au... Au—!"

They start making out against the door, simulating sèx with their hips. Every time Au presses himself against Hermes, their lips smash with intimacy. Reality… is slipping. Lust feels so good… the sin feels so good…

"You want to fúck me?" Hermes giggles, forcing Au to look at him as a tease. His smile seduces Au so much; so witty, so sexy, he can't help but offer his lips to the teacher. He so wants to fúck this man that he pulls down Hermes' shirt haphazardly, making him laugh. "Au! Wait a minute big guy, hold on! Hold on a bit... you're..."

As Hermes' shirt passes through his head, his guilt stirs within him. He starts thinking of Daniel, and how he is objectively cheating with a student and potential suspect. But, he stopped caring. In a relationship where he starts to suffocate, this is the only time he can breathe.