C:SOD Chapter 23 (Update 2/2) (Patreon)

"Frans, this is Mavis, your little cousin..." The family lawyer said, introducing a blonde little boy to a family from an entirely different country.

"Why does he have a leash?"

"Honey that's not a leash, that's his IV drip. Mavis is really sick."

After the two were introduced, little Frans snuck off since he doesn't like playing with his cousin. He is too imaginative and talkative in the nonsense kind, while Frans was raised with Sodoku puzzles and encyclopedias as storybooks. But there in the entrance, while about to do his escape, he heard his parents' lawyer speak with Mavis' parents.

"... this is Frans' birth documents and passport. Two hundred thousand dollars will be given to you each year until he turns 18 and takes his trust fund into his own hands. He will return to Russia once he turns 21 as per the will's statement... I trust that you will take care of the child until then?" The lawyer asks.

"Of course. A child will always need parents, so we will raise him as our own," said Mavis' mother.

"Call me if you need anything that concerns him, Mr. and Mrs. Levough."

Frans wiped his tears off and stomps back into Mavis' room, shocking the other little boy when he started aggressively stacking the lego blocks like a demoted construction worker.

"Hey... you sad?"

"Shut up, you stinky dumb-dumb!" The blonde looks angry, but his tears confirmed that he was indeed sad. He had a very thick European accent, while Mavis hasn't picked up proper English grammar yet.

"No, not stinky... I bath," the younger boy whispers, before suddenly hugging Frans' head. "See, smell..."

"Go away! You are sick and I don't want to be sick like you!"

"Oh..." Mavis sits back down, big puffy eyes turning to the floor. "My friends say that too. Sorry for making you sick. Just play legos."

"Friends? You have friends?" Frans got distracted by such a scenario that he suddenly stopped crying.

"Yes, friends. They take my legos for play... not with me, because sick."

"But it is your legos. Why take it?"

"I'm sick."

Frans stares at Mavis, finding it hard to believe that he'd even have friends. But seeing him innocently play like this, sniffing his snot away once in a while, Mavis looks very lonely. Frans doesn't have friends too.

"No friend steal my toys. My toys is mine. Your toys is yours," the little blonde boy mumbles, taking a lego and putting it in his hand. "If you sick, maybe... make me sick too. So I die."

"What?"

"Me dead is okay." Everyone around him is dead. "So, sick from you is not bad idea."

"Oh..." Mavis didn't understand quite yet. Everyone who dies in cartoons always comes back to life no matter how gruesome their fall or getting crushed is. "You play with me?"

"Yes, I want to be dead."

"Wow..." Mavis has never had such a big smile before. "Thank you, Francis!"

"Frans. Stinky dumb-dumb."

"FRANS!" Hermes gasps out Frost's real name as the white King eats his member like a soft jawbreaker candy, even letting his teeth graze the soft tip and biting on it to be more painful than pleasurable. It drove Hermes crazy and he's arching his back, thrusting into Frost's mouth.

"Ahhh, shít! Shìt Frans, it feels so good! Ohhh, fùck!"

Hermes' dìck is twitching. So much, Frost had to wring his shaft while sucking the top half, aggressively milking him of his cùm. Hermes released an exhausted sigh when he exploded all over Frost's mouth, the whole ordeal messy which made it hotter in their eyes.

Frost spits the cùm onto Hermes' face, one hand on tight his neck while the other carefully holding his disabled legs. "Why are you such a slùt, huh?! You fùcking whóre, seducing me in your sister's bedroom?"

That made Hermes moan and push his hips further against Frost's crotch. When the hands loosen around his neck Hermes demands, "Take your clothes off and fùck me, coward!"

Frost hesitated, his hands tensing up. But his eyes were full of angry desire for this hell of a teacher spreading his legs to anyone he can get information out of. "You don't deserve a mutual fùcking Hermes, I'll keep my clothes and fùck your naked àss like using a whóre from the streets."

But, Hermes pulls him by his blazer and kisses the blonde with the semen spat onto his face between their lips. "You can use me all you want, my King... but I need to know if you look like a stable boy or a gladiator."

"A stable boy."

"Prove it." Hermes slaps him with his hands which were stained with some of his own cùm, before that hand lowers down to dirty his white suit with white wet semen.

Frost is truly reluctant, gulping while one hand leaves Hermes' neck to unbutton his vest and shirt. Then, he gently places the injured leg onto a pillow for comfort, before proceeding to undo his hands. Now, all he needs is to strip.

"I want to blindfold you."

"Why? What are you hiding? You're seeing me naked right now and won't even return the favor?" Hermes sits up to pull Frost in for a kiss, once more sucking his breath away while the teacher's hands move to strip the King of his armor. He can feel bevels of muscle, curves of where they link to the other muscles, and firm while soft at the surface. Hermes moans against their kiss, "Frans... you..."

Frost has been stripped of his suit. Now Hermes' hands are traveling through desert waves of his chest and stomach; on the leaner side, but definitely no stable boy. Hermes smiles against his lips, "You're a liar. You have such a nice body, why would you hide—"

Once Hermes pulls away, he didn't meet the pale white skin of someone who is expected to be a perfect man who rules above all.

"Frost, what are these?"

He leans against Hermes to sigh against his neck and mumbles, "Why the name now, my love? Will you abandon me now that you've seen a different color?"

Frost is hiding his true emotions and masking them with that action. And yet, Hermes pushes him away so they can face each other. "Frans! What the fùck?! Your arms! Your... your shoulders, I—"

Hermes was about to reach for his back, but Frost takes his hand and put it inside his undone pants. "Consequences for my actions. Because I slept with you. You know who did it."

"But—"

"But I'm willing to have it all again so I can touch you more..." Frost seriously says. He was only hesitant because of how Hermes would react. But he allowed him to take control for once, and all he asks is for Hermes to still see him the same.

"Frans..." Hermes didn't get to continue because Frost shuts him up with a kiss, preventing him from speaking any further.

The King is large and stretching his underwear which Hermes is caressing with one hand, while the other is holding onto Frost's arm without pressure. He is afraid to lay hands on the skin lashed with whips and ropes, purple but with no scars. Red in a way that is inappropriate and painful. The image of a white rose whose stem is bruised under the bush.

Hermes has a different image of Frost now. No longer an invisible King whose sole purpose is to bully him into submission. But, a strict ruler who is harsh with the goal of protection. A ruler under a Bishop... a puppet, whose strings are used as whips.

"Mmmhhh!" It was painful, but not as much as Hermes' entrance which is being stretched by a condom-wrapped dìck, entering the slick and carefully lubed hole. "Frans...!"

He shouldn't do this. He'll get hurt... "Frans wait... wait, he'll d-do that again, would he...? Stop this, I... I don't want you to get—ahhnn! —hurt!"

"I want to comfort you, Hermes... I know you want this," Frost breathes out, standing on his knees and forcing Hermes to lift his hips. Frost places a pillow under there and one under his leg so it's not floating. All before he starts fùcking him until the volume gets louder. "Don't... think about me... the duty... of a King... is to make sure... the Queen feels good..."

"Frans! Agh, shìt! Fùck, fùck, fùck! I'm sorry! I'm..." Frost gets hurt because of me... they all will get hurt because of me...

"... even though you're not my Queen." Frost pushes Hermes' good leg to join the other one and fùcks him on the side, quite mercilessly.

"Ow! Ow, Frans! That's too hard!"

"Isn't this how hard Au fùcks you?! Or was it Ray who was desperate to taste this? Was Rain the one who set the bar? Because I'm breaking it, Hermes..."

"No, I—! Frans—!"

"They never got to fùck Thena... maybe they were trying to see if you'd substitute her... but no, they found someone better..." Frost mutters, making Hermes scream against his arm. The image of Hermes helpless like this is something the others might not see. "... if only you know how much they're wrapped around your dirty fingers."

"Fùck... me...! Please!"

Frost obliges, pulling his cheeks open to make way for a dìck to screw open Hermes from the bottom, making sure to whisper Hermes' favorite words.

"... you're a slùt that wants dìck, gets dìck, and fùcking chokes on it." The moans became sweeter, moaning every time it jams inside of him. Frost can't help but sigh at the feeling of using him as well. A guttural noise came from his throat, purring, "You like that, baby?"

"Frans!"

"What, slùt?"

"Frans, give...! Give, give...! It..."

"You want my dìck, huh? Or do you want multiple dìcks?" Frost harshly pulls his head up by the hair, I'll fùcking bring the others and watch them line up for Carvalle's biggest whore. Would you like that?"

Hermes whimpers sadly.

"Oh, you don't?"

"No, fùck me!" Hermes gasps and catches Frost enough to kiss him fully on the lips, whispering, "Y-You... f-fùck me too..."

"Shìt, you dirty fùcking peasant!" Frost lightly slaps him for being so inappropriate, which Hermes actually moans at. Frost slaps him once more before pulling him by the hair to whisper against his ear, "You like dominating the twins, huh... Au, huh... well, you can't do that to me. I'll fúcking fúck you like a whóre."

Hermes has never once come without touching his dìck, but Frost's constant assault on his áss is something to die for. One of them might.

"Holy shìt!" An unexpected Hermes exclaimed when he was released onto the bed, with Frost not done anytime soon.

And soon enough, he had forced Hermes to stay conscious by reading the first page of the Clairvoyance books, though barely, because Frost is railing him while on his stomach, legs together and áss plunged by a handsome young man.

Hermes got stuck on the third sentence, and moved on to the fourth when Frost releases all of his pent-up attraction to Hermes, beyond that of his puppy love with Thena. He has never been so sexually attracted to someone before. He dirtied Hermes' body so much with clear yet faded white cúm on his áss.

Frost lifts himself of Hermes, now sitting on the bed naked and hiding his marks from the man.

"Hermes?" He leans in to check on him, but Hermes I just out of breath with his face lying against the book. Frost releases a breath, a faint smile on his lips. "Alice."

"Huh...? Frost...?" Hermes groans, feeling his áss throb from the act. How he's hissing at his injured feet.

Frost opens the book to the last page, where the main character stabs herself to escape the capture of men who are after her. There, Hermes sees something written on the very last page.

My darling baby brother... don't do the same. Carvalle isn't a wonderland, and only I am a lost Alice. As Frost cleans him up, Hermes can't help but quietly sob. The King, secretly caring and concerned without a mask, places a kiss on his shoulder and one on his neck to comfort the guy.

on the following days,

Hermes Quinn is recovering rapidly. With only a small limp in his leg, enough to go back to school by Monday. While walking through the hallways he has Clairvoyance in his hand, reading it up to chapter 36 where he found notes left by Thena herself.

Alice and Alicia?

Don't trust these guys...

They're so cute but evil... but don't trust them.

Wish I can have two best friends.

Ahhh... Never mind, I don't want a dead best friend. They killed her.

TRAITORRR I liked you :(

A book filled with suspense yet as silly as a chic flick, it's exactly what Thena would read. Meanwhile, in the hallways, Hermes is suddenly greeted by multiple Carvalle students with a change of atmosphere and a change of heart.

"Hi, Mr. Quinn!" / "Good morning!"

"Mr. Quinn, hi! We passed our tests!"

"Finally, he's coming in! I hated the substitute..."

"Nice áss, Mr. Quinn!"

Hermes can't help but look weirded out, but still smiled at everyone he meets. This week has been very weird...

Upon entering the classroom, he sees an apple on his desk and a piece of black forest cake. Everyone was in their seats including Frost and Mavis', the latter smiling widely while Frost is rolling his eyes in the back like the temperamental prince he is.

"Good morning, class? What's this?" Did they poison this?

"You saved my sister," a male student stands up, making Hermes finally remember that there was someone he prevented from becoming a victim. "You almost died saving her. Thank you so much... I don't know how to repay, would you like a car?"

"No! No, there's no need for that--" however, the teachers were cut off by students who bombarded him with questions.

"Felicity said you were like a Knight and shining armor!"

"You were as brave as Arnold Schwarzenegger!"

"I heard it was a homeless man who broke in and tried catching her..."

"No, Feli said it was a tall guy, so Mr. Quinn went up against a John Cena type of man! That would be awesome!"

"She said you kicked the attacker in the face and stabbed him to death!"

"I wish he'd kick me in the face..."

"What no, guys—!"

"Felicity said you were awesome..." They said. "We're so lucky to have a Terminator teacher like you, we can brag to the other classes!"

"Guys--" as everyone burst into chatter about what happened that day according to what Felicity Sanders had said, Hermes gave Frost a look. Did you tell them to do this?!

Frost coldly shakes his head, as they are out of his control at the moment. Meanwhile, Mavis in the front is smiling at Hermes.

"Y-you saved her, Mr. Quinn... everyone knows... as they should. Ryan is... really thankful," Mavis looks back at their classmate whose sibling was almost killed, his friends gathering around him to ask how she is.

Hermes looks at Ryan Sanders as well, but for some reason he couldn't see himself in the student. No one could've saved Hermes' sister against this killer, because Thena may have actually killed herself.

But the phone call...

"Mr. Quinn, are you okay...? Y-you look... very sad..." Mavis asks him.

"I'm alright, Mavis... just..." His heart clenches.

"W-would you like t-to have lunch... with me?" Mavis nervously asks, breathless as usual.

Hermes looks to where Frost is seated, but the blonde is closing his eyes trying to block out everyone's chatter.

Mavis thinks he may be concerned about Frost. "A-ah, he'll have lunch with... faculty. M-meeting, but... I'm sure next time, he'll join us..."

"Oh, alright Mavis. We'll have lunch together."

"At the rooftop?! I... I've always wanted to go up... b-but not alone..." Mavis smiles, very obvious that it's tiring for his weak muscle to even do such a gesture.

"Of course," Hermes smiles back before announcing to everyone, "Class, let's sit back down, we have a new module to begin."

With smiles on their faces, everyone willingly sat back down without any protest, and at the next second the classroom was very quiet. Hermes is a little overwhelmed by the light expressions staring at him instead of the scowling faces and condescending pen and shoe tapping.

"Oh... uhm..." Hermes opens the book, taking a deep breath as his eyes once again land on Ryan Sanders, who offers up a smile when their eyes met.

Hermes then closes the book, "You know what, you guys passed the exams. I think a break will be a nice reward. You guys can go out and get snacks but please don't be noisy and disturb other classes, okay? Come back before the bell."

"YAYYY!"

"Thanks for letting me copy, Jerome!"

"Hehe, I had the answer sheet taped inside my boxers. Ain't no way they're gonna check there..."

"So that's why we saw your pants open, we thought you were diddling your bits..."

"I was, that's how I stop the teacher from looking at me."

As they all leave, the teacher is horrified at their random revelations of cheating, and he was about to call those students out, but chose to sigh and leave them alone. Well, it's over anyway.

Hermes looks at Frost, who turns out to be properly asleep in his chair, smiling at the man who turns out not to be a villain, after all.

later on the rooftops,

"Uhm... d-do you have a crush... on Frost, Mr... Quinn?" Mavis asks with a small voice as he chomps on his non-wheat sandwich with only pure butter on the inside.

"Why do you ask?" Hermes actually finds Mavis' special sandwiches to be tasty despite being empty.

"You... keep staring... at him," Mavis says, quite sadly since he had liked Hermes a lot. And even though he has stepped aside, he still likes him a lot.

"Oh, uhm... I don't think I do. I just find him weird and... I don't know, enigmatic?"

"What's enig... enigmatri...x?"

"Mysterious," Hermes chuckles, rubbing Mavis' messy hair since his confusion looks so cute. "I thought I knew what kind of person he is, but I don't..." He has marks. Bruises. Why would he let someone do that? Why... for Mavis? Is Frost really just protective?

"I told you..." Mavis slowly takes another sandwich from his lunchbox, "Frost... is nice. A little—very mean, but nice... are you s-sure you don't... like him?"

"I don't know. I think he just needs a friend. Both of you do, and not just me, you know."

Mavis scoots closer towards him, because he's insecure about what he's about to say next. "We... had a... fr-friend."

"You had?"

Mavis nods. "Wh-when we were... uhm... kids..."

... there was a boy in the mansion, a son of a servant, who plays with Mavis whenever the parents are away. He is very talkative and charismatic, but still mature for a child of 7.

Before Frost came to the Mansion, Mavis used to dress the servant boy into his own clothes and prank the adult servants. The servant boy would roll down the stairs and everyone would freak out, all while Mavis is in the corner amused and smiling.

They would fool everyone, but they would rather think the servant boy is Mavis, rather than accidentally scold the Young Master if they think he's in disguise. More and more, Mavis would give his friend his clothes so the servant boy will get treated nicely. He will remain Mavis' friend, and twin, maybe. Both are brunettes, have pale skin, and deep-set eyes.

Their friendship had as much love as brothers, more innocent than lovers, and as pure as childhood.

But, "Mavis, Frans will live here with us from now on. Frans, this is Mavis, your little cousin."

"Why does he have a leash?"

The servant boy didn't like Frans. Frans didn't like him as well. But, they have something in common, and that is Mavis.

"You are dirty servant boy!"

"You look like a girl!"

"I do not!"

"I will kiss you, you look like a girl!"

"Eww, kitchen cooties!"

They have no choice but to put up with each other, because they only have themselves. Three children in a giant mansion, one an orphan, one a servant boy, and one...

Cough, cough...

"Mavis? Are you okay?" The servant boy tends to him.

Frans pushes him, "Go away, this because of kitchen cooties!"

"Shut up, Mavis is very sick!"

"They take him to doctor tomorrow, don't worry of it!"

"Guys... please... tell mom I don't... want to go to Grandma..." Mavis kept coughing, and it was all dry and painful for a little kid.

"But Grandma want to see you," Frans said with his thick accent.

The servant boy elbows him. "He's sick and doesn't want to! Come on Mavis, we'll tell your Mom."

She rejected. Frans truly did see that Mavis was sick, and he begged not to come to his bedridden Grandma tomorrow.

So, they came up with a plan. The servant boy will dress up as Mavis; it's not like they'll check him close-up, it's natural for Mavis to curl and keep to himself in the backseat.

"Thank you..." Mavis presses his lips onto the servant boy's as gratitude. Frans is cringing on the side, still thinking of kitchen cooties.

"Go hide, Mavis. I'll take care of this. Take care of him, Barbie."

Frans glares at him. "I take off your head... cooties."

Presently, Mavis went silent for a moment. Hermes waited for him to continue their funny story, but based on Mavis' expression, things seemed to not go the funny route.

"Mavis? Are you okay? What happened?"

"... that was the day... m-my parents d-died... from... car accident..." Mavis starts to produce silent tears, "And my friend... g-gone..."

Hermes lightly gasps, wrapping his arms around Mavis who couldn't stop himself from crying. "Shhh, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... shít, I'm sorry... don't cry now..."

"He's dead be—because of me..." Mavis cries out.

"But if you had been in it, you would've died..."

"I'm sick! I sh-should've died..." Mavis wraps an arm around Hermes and hugs him tight, sobbing against the teacher's jacket. "Th-that's why... Hermes... please don't leave. P... please don't die. I have no friend... no Thena... everything is... is a mess..."

Hermes softly rubs his head. He couldn't have killed Thena. Frost couldn't have. The twins... Au... none of them are at fault. I don't know what to do now.

"Shhh, Mavis... don't worry. I won't die." That was a lie. I might.

In going after this guy, I must break all the rules to draw him towards me. I might die in the process, but I'll be sure to kill him first. Only then will all of you be free.

To console the crying boy in his arms, Hermes whispers, "I'm so sorry."

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