Violet and the Thorn Bird

"Please lower the curtains when you leave," Sean said. "Thank you."

"You have kidnapped my partner tonight." Borg looked playfully, "I think I have the right to watch."

"Your partner tonight is Miss Lake." Sean leaned back, "You should stick to it like a man."

"Big misunderstanding," Borg said. "It's just polite to start with the lady."

"So what do you want to do?" Sean said. "Even if you are a partner, you have no right to participate in private conversations. Not to mention that you only have the right to accompany 'tonight'."

"Humility is a virtue." Borg said unhurriedly, "This man belongs to me."

"I seem to have heard the laughter of the gods." Sean didn't smile at all, "Who is telling a joke?"

"Wait a minute... You should be friends, not rivals in love. Don't play tricks, brothers, I'm a man." Gal straightened up, "It turns out that Borg is indeed the most special, Sean, and you can't eliminate it Burning pain." He touched his left eye, "It's not appropriate, but this is really bad news for me."

"Yes." Sean said pityingly, "Thanks to this gentleman, he has become your unique cooling agent."

"Sounds honored." Borg looked as usual, "Praise you again gentleman, I hope you have a good time tonight. Indulging in jealousy will erode your beauty."

Sean stared at him, and the air quickly filled with gunpowder smoke.

"The Valkyrie may be a little lonely." Gal said, "You should have a drink with your master instead of blowing the air here. Sean, it's a pleasure to meet you again, but you obviously have something else to do."

"Then goodbye." Sean raised his hand and patted the back of Gal's head. The gesture was not very intimate, but the atmosphere between the two of them was damn harmonious.Sean glanced at Borg when he rubbed shoulders with him, and then he lifted the curtain and went back to the banquet hall.

"Today's surprise." Borg finally stepped up to Gal, "My partner is hanging out with other men on the balcony."

Looking at him approaching step by step, Gal suddenly felt that something was wrong, "Hey... don't get too involved baby, the word partner is very sacred, I don't think it suits you and me."

"Then what words should I use to describe it?" Borg put his arm on the railing, keeping Gal close at hand, "my baby?"

"You look a little angry." Gal leaned back, "but why? I promise I didn't mention any secrets of the mercenary regiment to Sean...you got too close to Borg. Well, we are companions , maybe still a friend?"

"No." Borg's blue eyes were cold, "We are in an employment relationship."

"That's an equal deal," Gal said. "I'm your employer. I think you should be careful with your employer because he pays you well. Why are you still so close?"

"I need to keep a close eye on my employer," Borg said, "and as night comes, I think he needs my refresher."

"Don't say that," Gal said. "Thank you for your generosity."

Borg's palm was pressed against his left eye, and his thumb was rubbing, as if rubbing some marks. Gal was a little strange in Borg's sudden tenderness.It was only at night, and the burning pain was faint, and it could be ignored quickly under Borg's caress. The cool taste made Gal half-closed his eyes in comfort, but soon, he understood that Borg was still Borg.

It was only when the palm left abruptly that Gal realized that he was pressed against the railing.The burning sensation swept across him violently, and he closed his eyes almost immediately.

"Only I have this right." Borg whispered, "It's really bad... It's like putting your neck into my grip. Your pain and happiness are often a thin line, and they are controlled by me." Bog Greg lifted his face, admiring his frown and fretfulness.

"I'm afraid it's inappropriate to abuse an employer like this." Gal rubbed his palm sideways, "I need you Borg, but it's not impossible to stop." Gal opened his eyes, and the flaming fire in his left eye was the Vulcan shackle, "although I prefer that you give it to me voluntarily, but if the time is special, I don't mind using it by force."

"Of course, please," Borg said, "but there may be a slight misunderstanding. Now I am your employer, not you are my employer."

"No," Gal said. "I never took your job. I'm the employer dear! You have to listen to me."

"Maybe donuts help you remember things too." Borg smiled again when he handed him the gold coin.

"You said it was an advance!" Gal said.

"I didn't say that," Borg said. "I never said that."

"Damn it!" Gal muttered, "It's just a few gold coins!"

"A gold coin also has the force of law," Borg said. "You should work for me. You do belong to me. The great hunter also needs to pay his debts."

"Okay pay the debt, pay the debt! I'll pay Borg, but for now," Gal jerked his collar tighter, "I want your hand."

"It's here." Borg's coldness only hovered on the edge of the most urgent, and he was still unwilling to let him get close.

"I mean I'm going to put it on." Gal's burning pain was insane.

"Then," Borg raised his face brutally, "tell me you need me, you need Borg."

"I've already said it!" Gal's reddened eyes revealed the grievance of his body, and his breathing was a little messy.

"I forgot." Borg said condescendingly, with indifferent eyes, "Now, that's it, say you need me."

This posture and atmosphere are not beautiful, and the "I need you" said at this time is more like "I surrender to you".Gal licked the dry corner of his lips, suddenly raised his finger, and pointed his middle finger at Borgby.

"You're more of an asshole than your father." Gal grinned and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sure, baby, you're really a...huge...asshole."

"It's a great honor." Borg bowed his head and pecked lightly on his raised fingertips, his lowered eyes made some kind of coldness more obvious, "You will gradually understand that Xiago is really a good person."

The strange coolness of the kissed fingertips, Gal desperately wants him to do it again, but can't stand his crushing posture.

"Sir, may I ask you... oh, sorry, sorry!" The male servant who entered by mistake hurriedly stabilized the tray and retreated in a panic.

Gal was pressed against the railing by Borg. He was so hot that he could only breathe heavily.The burning in his left eye quickly permeated his whole body, and the tight neckline made him sweat from the heat, and he felt unable to breathe.Borg propped himself up and looked at him, covering his entire figure, this posture is really imaginative when viewed from behind.

"Borg...Borg..." Gal was pushed back by Borg, the corners of his eyes were red, and gradually even his breathing became hot.The burning sensation was truly conveyed to Borg. He bears the mark of Vulcan, so he will not be frightened by the scorching heat.

"Shhh." Borg pressed close to his ear, "Stop calling it that, it sounds so exciting...Maybe it's more appropriate to use blood boiling."

"If you're in heat right now." Gal gasped and laughed, "That's really... so ugly."

"Look at this face." Borg also smiled, "Who is more suitable for the word estrus. You are so hot that your back is wet, but I have to say, sweating so much is also very sexy. Don't waste time, we will be there when the banquet is over." Can't stay here any longer, do you need me to take you out like this?" His thumb half-jawed into the corner of Gal's slightly parted lips, with a little saliva on it, "You are full of lust."

Gal's sweat rolled down his chin, ticking on the hem of his shirt.His young face was flushed, and the pain gathered between his brows, but it was impossible not to think elsewhere.He tugged at his collar roughly, and a few pearl buttons fell off, revealing his smooth neck and clear collarbone.

"Stubborn guy." Borg pulled out a hand, put the cigarette into his mouth, and tenderly brushed away Gal's wet hair, "I'm impatient with you, but maybe you can walk back by yourself. If you don't Need me, so poor, I should stay away from you."

This bastard actually wanted to leave him alone!

"Don't do that." Gal grabbed the back of his neck with his arms, "We are in an employment relationship, so we should get along well."

Borg put an arm around his waist, turned his head to listen to his lover's whisper, and even shook his head slightly like coaxing a child.

"That's right," Borg wiped his cigarette with the other hand, "It's just a few words."

"You like that so much," Gall said, "You paranoid!"

"Call it 'affectionate' when you're moved." Borg looked at him. "I'm the one you love—you said so last night."

"It's hard to tell the truth from your words." Gal gritted his teeth, "I don't love you anymore, baby, you've been abandoned! Go cry in the corner... Borg!"

"I should teach you to do what you say," Borg said. "Your hand is strangling me so hard I can't breathe."

"...Your hand is the same!" Gal closed his left eye again because of the pain, "You are about to strangle my waist!"

"I wouldn't do that," Borg said. "It's a nice touch here, and I'd be a little distressed if it broke."

When the cigarette was finished, Cal had fallen silent.He couldn't be distracted by his left eye, and he could even feel the shackles tightening in his eyes.

"Borg..." There was a tremor in the call.

"Huh—?" Borg whispered.

"..." Gal closed his eyes and did not continue speaking.

"Say you need me." Borg bewitched calmly, "You really need me, and to be honest, it's also a lovely thing about human beings."

"...you are a demon," Gall said.

"Maybe." Borg rubbed his fingertips affectionately through his shaggy hair, "I'm glad you've come to your senses."

"I..." Gal moved his lips dryly, Borg's cold fingers full of temptation were here, Gal closed his eyes, trembling with difficulty in the alternation of darkness and burning, "...I need..."

Borg doesn't move.

"...I need...to..." Gal's small fangs bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, stained with blood, and he spat out the words, "...I need you."

The coolness immediately poured out from the left eye, and the burning was suppressed little by little.Borg picked up a few rose petals, and put his fingers between Gal's lips as if rewarding him.

"Nice job." Borg looked dangerously at him, "Remember your words, don't let any—any species touch you again." He said in a low voice, "You are mine now."