Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 87: So Ugly
He Juan did not really know how a relationship between an Alpha and an Omega was supposed to be. However, he was fairly certain that... it was not the norm to let an omega leave marks on the alpha’s body. Of course, the major part of the reason was because of the Alpha’s dominant trait which rejected the notion of Omegas putting marks on them as it would be no different than a leash. However, the remaining part of the reason was also due to the omega’s inherent docile and meek nature. They subconsciously put themselves in a lower position than the Alphas and assumed that they had no right to possess or dominate anything.
...But Mu Yuze was nothing like those omegas.
He Juan’s breath hitched on his throat as he looked at the fierce predator in front of him. Under the cover of the night, Mu Yuze was akin to a sleek black leopard, sexy and wild, as he demanded to mark He Juan with a tone that brooked no argument.
And honestly? He Juan was all for it.
Mu Yuze tugged on his hair harder when He Juan merely stared at him in a daze. "What do you say, gege?"
The prickle of pain on his scalp was akin to an injection of stimulant that made He Juan’s blood boil even hotter. The air he exhaled felt no different than hot steam and he subconsciously licked his dry lips. Leaning back on the couch, he assumed a languid and compromising air, giving Mu Yuze as much space and freedom as he needed.
"...Go ahead," he told Mu Yuze with an anticipatory smile.
Not breaking eye contact, Mu Yuze reached out to undo the button of his vest.
Snap! The crisp sound reverberated through the air, intensifying the air of ambiguity between them.
He Juan’s heart thumped faster to the point where he could feel it pounding on his head. He did not realize how ravaging he looked right now, with his inky silken hair scattered all over his body, silver eyes as bright as moonstones, and tensed jaws that kept ticking once in a while.
Nor did he realize the monstrosity hidden beneath his extremely restrained behavior. It told Mu Yuze how much the Alpha desired him, how much the Alpha had held himself back. Just for him.
It boosted him with a renewed surge of confidence and he willed himself not to tremble under He Juan’s smothering gaze.
Everything could be a lie, but not physical reaction. Right now, He Juan’s body language was honestly telling him he truly desired the omega on top of him. And that alone caused Mu Yuze’s hanging heart to settle. Steeling himself, he took another soft inhale and tugged He Juan’s tie off him in one smooth movement.
Mu Yuze’s throat bobbed as he swallowed past the lump on his throat. He had never seen this person in such a disheveled state before. In his memory, Juan-gege had always worn this kind of formal suit with a tie kept in place, suit jacket fluttering behind him, giving him an inexplicable air of oppression despite the gentle smile on his face. It was like an impenetrable armor, as though he had never allowed himself to relax even for a moment.
But now...
He was undoing those armors piece by piece, stripping them off the Alpha’s body with his own hands.
Mu Yuze was startled when He Juan suddenly grasped his wrist, and only then did he realize that he had been working to undo the topmost button of He Juan’s shirt for a while. Because he was distracted, he only fiddled and twisted the button between his fingers, causing his knuckles to brush against the sensitive curve of He Juan’s jugular again and again.
"Mu Yuze..." the Alpha’s eyes were extremely dark now, surging with an uncontrollable wave that almost spilled over. "Don’t tease."
"...Am not," he murmured under his breath, unwilling to admit that his mind had indeed wandered elsewhere for a split second.
Swatting He Juan’s hand away, he proceeded to snap three buttons open in one procession. His eyes avidly took in the stretch of honey colored skin that was exposed when the collar was tugged aside, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest. For some reason, he felt like he was peeling open a treasure trove, one that he had quietly and clandestinely coveted for almost ten years now. He could not help but suck in a breath.
"Xiao Ze..." there was a barely discernible nervousness in He Juan’s tone when he saw the omega fall into a daze.
However, before he could say anything further, Mu Yuze was already reaching out to trace each scar, light and heavy, on He Juan’s sternum with the tip of his fingers.
"Mnn..." He Juan bit down on his bottom lip, yet he was still unable to smother the grunt from his lips. His breathing quivered, and violent shivers ran down his spine. He felt like the one Mu Yuze touched was not his body, but the most tender part of his soul.
Mu Yuze peered up at him through his lashes, then he proceeded to undo one more button, revealing half of He Juan’s upper chest to sight. It was a very well-sculpted chest with tight and sinewy muscles full of explosive power, a concrete proof that the Alpha was diligent in his exercise regimen.
Alas, such a pity that the perfect and drool-worthy chest was riddled with dense, criss-crossing scars that ran across the skin like spiderwebs. The scars had faded a lot due to the passage of time, yet in such a close distance, one could still make out the uneven surface of the old stitches. They crawled across He Juan’s skin akin to hideous pink worms.
Mu Yuze’s eyes drank in every single one of them. And before he realized what he was doing, he was already tracing the most severe scar that ran from the side of He Juan’s right collarbone to his left waist. It was as if... someone had slashed him right in the middle with a katana.
"These..." His voice was soft and muted, as if afraid to break the fragile atmosphere between them. "...are all from the accident?"
He Juan showed a wry smile and shrugged. "Well, I can no longer remember."
When he woke up, other than the memory loss, he was left with only a half-broken brain and a body littered with injuries. It was quite a horrifying sight, even He Juan did not like to look at his own body. And what Mu Yuze saw right now was just a small part of it...
He knew that this moment would come sooner or later. There was no way he could hide the existence of these scars from Mu Yuze forever, nor could he bring himself to hide them. They were all a part of him, which he was willing to bare just for this omega. Nonetheless, he could not help but get nervous thinking about how Mu Yuze would react.
He Juan pursed his lips and took in Mu Yuze’s reaction closely. However, the omega’s expression had hardly changed and He Juan could not tell what he was thinking about. He huffed out a low and derisive laugh, "...It’s so ugly, isn’t it?"
Again, he couldn’t help but feel like Mu Yuze had gotten the short end of the stick in this relationship. He Juan was no different than a wrapped gift box that only looked luxurious and beautiful from the outside. But when you tore the ribbon and outer layer off, you would find nothing but a broken and defective good inside.
