Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 51: Coming Together

As Rav and Ezra arrived back at the pagoda, Deek and Oberyn were just finishing their final ascent back up the mountain. Fortuitous timing brought the groups back together in perfect sync.

Ezra ripped off the mana-suckling necklace and ran to Oberyn. He picked up the Nephilim in both arms and spun him around affectionately.

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"Hey, hey! Stop it!" Oberyn protested, but Ezra was too joyous to listen.

After several spins and a tight hug, he finally acquiesed to Oberyn's demands to be put down.

Deek and Rav watched intently, both of their tails twitching in suspense.

"I missed you," Ezra said, his voice smooth as it rolled off his tongue. He stared at Oberyn like he was the only other person on the whole planet.

"I missed you too," Oberyn blushed, his attention on Deek and Rav peering from the sidelines.

"Are you ready?" Ezra asked. "Let's do it. Right now. I want to take care of you."

"R-right in front of everyone?" Oberyn stammered.

"In our room. Come on."

Oberyn nearly fainted. He wasn't used to Ezra being so forward. He hurried after him into the bedroom they'd shared for the last few days and slammed the door shut behind him.

Deek and Rav, left outside, turned to each other.

"Well, that's my queue to go," Deek said playfully, her arms swinging at her sides. "I bet old Cliff needs me."

"Yes, of course," Rav replied, his tail curled in quiet contentment. "What day is it? Sunday? Why don't you stop by next Sunday, my Sage-in-Training? I'm sure to have some new tasks - I mean opportunities for training."

"I will be here bright and early, Mr. Rav!"

Rav smiled and ruffled the front of Deek's hair. "How about I give you a ride home, hm? Maybe the boys could use some privacy."

"I don't think those two need it! Ezra seems pretty shameless to me."

"Oh, he's a bit more of a prude than you'd think," Ezra smirked wickedly. "He sure was none too happy to train his new technique on me earlier today. Come along, Deek. It's about time for me to check in with Cliff anyway."

Rav whipped up a cloud and got ready to depart with Deek, but as he did he took one final look at the closed door to Ezra's bedroom.

'I wonder if it'll work. The Drain Kiss.'

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Ezra was determined to try it out. He'd experimented on Rav less than an hour ago, and he was desperate to try it on Oberyn while the memory was still fresh.

"I need to do it just like I did to Rav," he said to himself, trying to amp himself up.

Oberyn turned his head. "Wh-what did you just say? You did it to Rav first!?"

"Hey, just for practice," Ezra said. "Stay there, and don't move. I'm going to give it a shot."

Oberyn was bent over the dresser, his head flat against the wood. Ezra hovered directly behind him, his hands gliding over the Nephilim's body.

"It'll be easier if I take your shirt off," Ezra said quietly, removing Oberyn's shirt without asking for permission. He grew bright red, like a tomato, but did not resist any of it.

Ezra eyed the curse mark. It was a mass of blackened flesh, with a long tendril that extended nearly down to Oberyn's tail bone. He'd had to do a lot of sucking.

"I know. I've had this done to me many times."

Ezra lingered behind him, an unfamiliar heat radiating from his chest. He didn't like the thought of anyone else's teeth on Oberyn. Of anyone else taking something from him.

"From now on, I'm the only one."

He didn't hesitate a moment longer. He wrapped his hands around Oberyn's waist and dug his teeth in to the curse mark.

"Aah-ah!"

Ezra's sharp canines sunk into the corrupted flesh, and he pinched Oberyn's nape with his bottom teeth. The corruption of the curse mark seeped into Ezra's mouth, but he didn't stop. Compared to his practice run, Oberyn's curse tasted almost...sweet.

The Nephilim squirmed and writhe underneath him, but he held him tenderly in place as he drained the curse from Oberyn dry. He expected it to take much longer, but in no time at all, the well of tainted mana ran dry.

Ezra rolled the negative mana in his mouth just the way Varlen showed him, making sure it solidified before swallowing it as a hardened ball. All the while, he didn't let go of Oberyn.

"You're...squeezing me kind of tight," Oberyn complained, long after the curse had been treated and dealt with. Ezra, as if awoken from a trance, suddenly released his hands and took a step away.

[Mana: 873/500]

Between the necklace and the sucking, almost all of his reserve mana was depleted. He'd have to find a way to get more. Soon.

Oberyn turned himself around, still leaning against the dresser. He looked up at the taller Ezra, feeling somewhat limp and faint from the Drain Kiss.

"Thank you, Ezra. You saved me. Saved my life."

Ezra received another popup notification informing him that he'd fulfilled Oberyn's desire, but he had no mind for that in the moment. Ezra stared into Oberyn's golden eyes. The Nephilim was all he cared to see.

"No, Oby. You saved me."

The words carried such heavy meaning. They stirred and swelled within Oberyn's heart. He started to feel differently. Something inside him took over.

His heart pounded against his ribs, his thoughts an incomprehensible whirlwind. Ezra's eyes held him in place, dark and unwavering. There was only one truth between them that needed further exploration, and words alone would never suffice.

Oberyn grabbed Ezra's face and pulled him closer, parting his lips just slightly.

Ezra's arms instinctively wrapped around Oberyn. They pulled closer and closer to each other until finally -

They kissed. Soft, tenderly. And then Oberyn went in for a second. And a third. And quickly it was Ezra going in for more. Their kiss deepened, slow and deliberate at first - until Ezra lost himself in the passion.

His grip tightened, his tongue sweeping over Oberyn's lower lip before claiming the inside of his mouth, the lingering sweetness of mana still fresh on his tongue.

Oberyn surrendered to the moment - to Ezra.