i am your guide

The road leading to Area C of the main battlefield will pass through a simulated office. The maze-like passage makes people lose their way, and the flickering lights drag the shadows of the two people for a long time.Sith followed Keweier, walking slower and slower.

The footsteps that followed gradually disappeared, and when Kevill turned around, he realized the guide leaning against the wall in the distance. His silhouette was hidden in the darkness, and his curved back and bowed head turned into a shadow curled up in the night.The sentinel stepped forward, and suddenly he felt a cat meowing with a thousand repetitions exploded in his ears.

The long-sounding shriek was ambiguous and lingering, echoing in the silent space.Keweier's breathing was stagnant, and an unexplained heat suddenly hit his heart, sweeping like a raging fire, burning wantonly under the gust of wind.

The air seemed to have become sticky, and it was as sweet as thick honey dripping down.Sith's respiratory tract burned violently, and symptoms similar to high fever made him uneasy and inexplicable: he was clearly not sick.

The blurry vision was forcibly divided by someone's shoe toe, Sith raised his head with difficulty and pulled the corners of his lips, his voice was already hoarse.

"I might have a bit of a fever," he said.

Every step of the Sentinels echoed in the empty corridors, like the morning bells on the towers of Chettel, the capital.Sith leaned on the wall with one hand to support his body, the cold touch did not relieve him from the heat, and the feeling of burning from the bone marrow made people scratch their heads.He coughed, and all he spit out was some hot air.

It sucks.

Kevill didn't answer, he walked up to Sith step by step, and when he bent down, he closed the distance again.The breaths of the two are entangled, creating an illusion of intimacy...

Or maybe it wasn't an illusion, because Kevill's voice suddenly became soft and soft, like a small fluffy brush sweeping across a person's cheeks and neck, across the cracks of the lips, and trapped in the fingertips.

"Do you have antipyretics?" Sith smiled helplessly, he took a step back embarrassingly, and snatched some cool air again to relieve the unbearable situation, and the last words almost became empty voices.

The outdoor sunlight streamed in through the cracks of the windows sealed with iron plates, and a long strip of light trailed from a distance, a ray of golden light fell on Sith's cheek.The guide's black hair was covered with bright light, and there was a layer of water in the eyes that were trying to open.

The corners of his eyes are reddish, his eyelashes are covered by fine hair tips, and even a wry smile seems to be able to arouse people's desire|desire.

"No." Unexpectedly, Kevill gently raised his hand and twirled Sith's hair, and said in a low voice: "The instrument shows that your health is fine."

Every student participating in the exercise will wear a device to detect the position and physical condition to prevent unexpected accidents. Sith looked down at the screen on his wrist, indicating that the normal green beating lines are still happily stored on the panel.Sith hooked his collar and pulled it casually, revealing his collarbone.

The clavicular fossa in the shadow is like a sudden spring in the desert, sparkling with sparkling light.

"Forget it, let's go." Sith shook his head to himself, a big mess in his mind, and he couldn't think clearly. "Maybe it will be fine in a while."

He tried to move forward, but he was pulled back by Kevil just as he stepped forward.The guide raised his face and wanted to ask what happened, but couldn't stand up, and staggered into Keweier's arms.

The fire in the sky burned to the ground in an instant, and Sith's rationality fell apart. He slowly grasped Keweier's lapel, and understood something for a moment.

"You're hot for bonding, do you know that?" Kevill's voice was right next to his ears, he was half-arming Sith's waist, his right hand behind him didn't know what to touch.

Two seconds later, with a click, the door of a room in the corridor opened.

Sith couldn't remember what happened at that time, he had never been so attached to someone, and he didn't want to leave even half a step after being attached.When he regained consciousness, he had already been kissed by the sentry against the rough wall for quite a while.

The cramped and narrow room looked like a storage room, with a mountain of messy waste products. There was only a small foothold in the room, just enough for two people to stand.

Sith's sight was deprived by the darkness, his trembling eyelashes were like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, struggling to flap his wings in order to fly.His elbows were against the wall, his fingertips felt the coldness of the wall, but his lips were warm.

The guide had never experienced bonding fever, and he didn't even feel possessive about a Sentinel, so that when it did come the Sith were left bewildered.The untied neckline made it easier for the sentry to move, and the hickey on the collarbone became more and more vivid. The guide tilted his head to breathe impatiently, but the sentry grabbed his chin and kissed him back again.

Rejection seems powerless at this time, but the feeling of being in control is not unacceptable.

"I admit, I'm suspected of taking advantage of others." Kevill whispered in Sith's ear, and he lifted the corner of the guide's clothes and poked inside.Perhaps it was because the temperature of his fingertips was slightly lower, and Sith trembled the moment he touched his waist.

His approach was indeed to take advantage of the opportunity. The guide who combined with the heat for the first time was very likely to lose his mind under the guidance of the sentinel, to be too well-behaved, and even to ask for whatever he wanted, but he couldn't hold it back.

How could it be possible to hold back?The person you like is in front of you, how can you not touch it.

Sith raised his head and breathed hard, like a fish imprisoned on a cutting board.The corners of the clothes were all lifted up, the sentinel wrapped around his waist, and his palms stretched down along the belt.

The slight panting was extremely clear in the negative distance space, and Sith instinctively leaned his head on Kevill's shoulder, his tear-stained eyelashes fluttering slightly.

He is longing to be mastered.

"Help me..." The guide hooked the sentry's shoulders, scratching with his fingertips like a cat. He was so hot that he couldn't bear it, so he could only ask for help from the people around him.

"Help you?" Kevill's breath was hot, he seemed to be still awake, but his dark eyes betrayed his pretended calm.The sentry circled the guide by taking advantage of his height, and his words were coaxing.

Sith couldn't tell, he opened his wet eyes, but couldn't see what was in front of him.Just rubbing his head forward, his warm lips pressed against Keweier's Adam's apple.

The cat squinted its eyes and licked the protruding bone lightly. His forehead touched Keweier's jaw, and then the sentry pinched the tip of his ear.

"Do you want me?" Kavier kissed the tip of Sith's nose and asked softly.

Sith didn't understand what Kavier meant, he gasped and let Kavier tease him, his eyes were not clear: "I don't know..."

Before the words were finished, a sudden bell of the communicator rang, echoing in the hot and ambiguous space, stimulating Keweier's nerves.

The sentinel seems to be addicted to this kind of lingering, the guide's body is thin, the back line is softer than it looks, he can be completely grasped by the sentry, no matter where.

Keweier felt that he had gone too far.

After all, the current Sith may not even be able to tell who is standing in front of him.

Combined with heat, it is like a super-strong sandstorm set off on the Kadar desert, which destroys reason and leaves behind overwhelming desires.

The bell of the communicator persisted, too loud for the two of them to ignore.Keweier took two steps back, but was caught up by the haunting guide and hugged him.

"Don't make a sound." Kevill supported Sith to stand firm, and his knuckles lightly touched Sith's lips. He lowered his eyes and found that Sith was staring at him with open eyes.

Those eyes were like a lake in a dry wasteland, with stars hanging from them.

"Hey, don't look at me." Kevill's breath was stagnant, the smile on his lips was too much helpless to be teased, and he gently raised his hand to cover Sith's eyes.

Keweier grabbed the person in his arms and kissed him for a while before switching on the communicator.

"Captain, a conflict broke out in combat area C. We are observing from the rear and ready to attack at any time. Where are you?" The voice of the team members came, causing hidden waves in the fire.

Sith vaguely heard someone talking, and he could only analyze words such as "conflict" and "attack" in his mind. He subconsciously wanted to respond, but when he opened his mouth, he heard the sentinel beside him say.

"We are dealing with our opponents on the road. You stay put and the command is handed over to Alec." Kervill said absently, with his fingertips stuck in Sith's hair, and even the command was transferred.

Combination fever cannot be resolved in a short time, and they may have to stay here for a while.

"Got it." Alec outside the communicator blinked and answered first.

The sound of the communicator stopped abruptly, and the heat returned. Keweier took off his palm, and Sith rubbed against him with squinted eyes.

"Sith, who am I?" Kevill pinched Sith's chin and asked, but he didn't receive an answer for a long time.The guide was still thinking, and he heard Keweier say again: "Who am I?"

"K... Kevir." Sith raised his paw and grabbed Keweier's hand, and his lips were sealed in the next second.

The sound of the zipper being unzipped plucked at the heartstrings, and Sith was pushed back against the wall again, this time receiving urgent but gentle relief.

Cavill's movements are gentle, just like himself.