Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 210: Fighting like pups.

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Yu Xi was focused on the floating screen the glow painting his room in cool light when the door slid open.

Jian Ci walked in wearing only a towel slung low on his hips.

Water gleamed on his skin, tracing the deep cut of his V-line, each droplet catching the light as it slid over the hard plane of his stomach. His abs were a defined map of muscle, still damp from the shower. Yu Xi’s throat moved, a slow swallow, before he forced his gaze back to the screen. He heard the soft pad of footsteps, the rustle of his own bedsheets as Jian Ci lay down on his bed with a sigh.

His movements deliberate, Jian Ci shifted around. He turned, exposing the side of shoulder with a faint, pinkish bite mark. He watched Yu Xi’s profile, waiting for a flicker of recognition.

Yu Xi didn’t even glance over.

He was utterly relaxed, one leg bent, attention seemingly locked on the floating screen. The indifference was a spark to tinder.

"Get dressed before you get in my bed," Yu Xi said, voice flat, eyes still on the screen.

"I have a towel on," Jian Ci shot back, propping himself up on an elbow. "Why are you being so fussy?"

In a flash, Yu Xi lifted his leg and shoved at Jian Ci’s side, a dismissive kick to push him off. Jian Ci’s hand snapped out, fingers wrapping around Yu Xi’s ankle. He chuckled, low and warm. "You want a fight, I see."

"You want to fight?" Yu Xi finally looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, are you afraid I will beat you tomorrow?"

Yu Xi twisted, freeing his leg, and Jian Ci lunged. The playful tussle was instant. A grapple of limbs, a shift of weight. Yu Xi got an arm under him, rolling and pressing Jian Ci into the mattress, his body a heavy, warm weight. Jian Ci grunted, bucked his hips, and used the momentum to flip them, pinning Yu Xi down. Each movement, each struggle, tugged at the loose knot of the towel.

"Got you now," Jian Ci breathed, straddling Yu Xi’s hips, hands pinning his wrists to the bed.

Yu Xi was laughing, chest shaking under him. "Weak."

"Little Xi," Jian Ci growled, leaning close. "How dare you call your senior weak."

Their hands fought again. Yu Xi was trying to break the hold, while Jian Ci tightened his grip. A push, a pull, a twist.

The towel’s knot gave way.

The terrycloth fell open, then slid completely aside.

Jian Ci’s cock, full and already half-hard, lay exposed against Yu Xi’s stomach through the thin fabric of his sleep pants.

Silence.

Jian Ci, "..."

Yu Xi, "..."

Yu Xi’s eyes dropped, then came back up. A slow, appreciative curve touched his mouth. "Quite impressive," he said, tone casual, as if commenting on the weather.

Jian Ci scrambled off him like he had been burned, snatching the towel and holding it clumsily in front of himself. Heat flooded his face, his neck. The posture they where in with him straddling Yu Xi made it a thousand times worse. "Sorry," he muttered, turning away.

"For what?" Yu Xi pushed himself up on his elbows, the picture of ease. "That was a free show." A soft chuckle escaped him.

"Fuck you," Jian Ci spat, glaring over his shoulder.

Yu Xi pressed his lips together, but the laughter was in his eyes, bright and teasing.

"Let me wear your pants," Jian Ci said, stalking toward the closet.

"Take your pick."

Jian Ci yanked open a drawer, grabbed the first pair of soft gray sweats he found. He acted as if he didn’t live just a few feet away on the other side of the wall. He stepped into them, the fabric soft and smelling faintly of Yu Xi’s detergent.

"Tomorrow," Jian Ci said, pulling the drawstring tight, "I am going to kick your ass."

"You wish," retorted Yu Xi.

"So cocky." Jian Ci turned and continued saying, "How about I fight you now?"

Yu Xi’s smirk widened. He opened his arms, a clear invitation. "You want to go? Let’s go then."

Jian Ci didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in two strides and launched himself onto the bed.

Jian Ci landed on Yu Xi, their bodies colliding with a soft thud. Yu Xi’s hands went to his shoulders, not to push him away, but to hold him as they rolled. They were a tangle of limbs, of heat, of quick breaths.

Yu Xi ended up on his back, Jian Ci half over him, a forearm braced by his head. Their faces were close. Yu Xi’s gaze dropped to Jian Ci’s mouth before kicking him off.

Jian Ci yelped and said, "You cheated." Sounds of Yu Xi’s laughter followed.

***

While Yu Xi and Jian Ci where playing like pups, Leane sat hunched over her desk, the glow of her floating screen casting a pale light across her face. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, frozen mid-keystroke. The forum’s latest trending post blinked at her like a beacon. Someone had come out to defend Jian Ci but what was interesting was they were subtly implicating that Alarna was behind this.

Ever since that night at the mission exam she had it out for Alarna. She leaned back, arms crossed tightly over her chest, as if she could physically hold back the memories. But they came anyway uninvited and unrelenting.

That night she hadn’t meant to stay awake. Her body had begged for rest, but her mind refused. The unfamiliar beds, unfamiliar woods, and the ever-present hum of danger had kept her senses sharp.That’s when she saw Alarna.

Slipping away from the camp like a shadow, silent and swift. Leane had followed, her curiosity piqued and suspicion rising. But before Leane could get far, a sound stopped her cold. It was a broken whimper.

She turned toward it, her heart hammering. The sound came from the underbrush, low and pained. She hesitated. Alarna was disappearing into the trees, but someone was clearly in trouble.

She crept toward the sound, parting the branches with trembling fingers. And there he was, Elias. He was curled in on himself, shaking, his breath ragged. His eyes were wild, unfocused, like he was seeing something that wasn’t there. She had never seen him like that.

She knelt beside him, whispering his name. He didn’t respond. She touched his shoulder and he flinched like she had burned him. But then he clung to her, desperate, like a man drowning. And in that moment, something inside her cracked too.

What happened next wasn’t planned. It wasn’t romantic. It was a collision of trauma and need, of confusion and misplaced comfort. And it changed everything.

Elias had never forgiven himself. He’d spent years trying to make up for it, bringing her gifts, shielding her, watching her like she might shatter. She had told him to stop again and again but he never did.