【Angel Night】Shrub

"Is this the way you think?" Kurt frowned, picked up the clothes Warren threw to him with his fingertips, and complained softly, "I don't want to wear women's clothes."

Warren was standing at the window, and the strict and responsible old butler had gathered all the servants and was standing by the fountain giving lectures.He turned his eyes back to the room: "That's not women's clothing, you see, wizards also wear robes, put them on quickly, we can't attract attention."

"Hurry up." He urged again. The old butler's lectures on various departments seemed to have come to an end, and the cooks and helpers returned to their posts from the courtyard one after another.

Kurt had to take off his suit jacket and trousers, and struggled to pull the baggy burqa on.The gown made of black gauze covered him from head to toe, and covered his tail tightly. Kurt, who only wore a shirt and shorts under the burqa, felt that his lower body was empty, but the burqa did make his strange The appearance is concealed, only revealing a pair of large eyes and a small part of skin around the eyes.Warren took a look and found a pair of sunglasses from his closet. Regardless of Kurt's objection, he put it on his face forcefully.

"I can't see anything!" Kurt protests, before being slapped on the head by Warren.

"Stop complaining, you can't let others discover your identity." Warren whispered, and somehow found a golden handbag for Kurt to hold. Kurt now looks like a very rich man. oily middle eastern women.Warren beckoned him to hurry up and follow. They couldn't go through the gate, and the two sneaked out through the servants' passage in the mansion.

Warren ran fast, nervously watching if there were any servants nearby looking at them, and Kurt stumbled behind, constantly getting caught by the too long hem.Warren thought he was slow, and there was nothing more eye-catching than a black robe on an empty lawn. He grabbed Kurt's hand violently, and Kurt almost threw himself into his arms, and the two hid together. Under the sycamore tree closest to the mansion fence.

"What should we do now?" Kurt frantically wanted to lift the burqa up a little bit, but his dark blue ankles could be exposed as long as he raised it a little, so he had to give up and asked Warren dejectedly.

"The railings here are all electrified." Warren waited quietly for a while, and the bodyguards responsible for the security of the mansion began to change shifts. Warren retreated under the tree and whispered to Kurt without looking back, "We rely on your Ability to move out."

"Are you crazy?!" Kurt swallowed nervously, and replied in a low voice, "I can't take people to move that far."

"You can't just move outside the railing, there are also bodyguards outside." The bodyguards were almost finished, and Warren looked away, staring into Kurt's eyes, "See that telegraph pole? I want you to take Let's go there."

"I, I can't!" Kurt said timidly, "That's at least 500 meters away."

Warren stared at him with a sudden smile, as beautiful as a bouquet of hydrangea plucked on a summer day with cicadas singing, and the fleeting dizziness passed through Kurt's brain, and he often thought that Warren and Angels have an indescribable resemblance.Kurt has always had a question buried in his heart, why is Warren so nice to him?He was just a mutant from a circus, and he was just doing a regular circus show of demons that year, and Warren happened to see that show.He couldn't think of anything about himself that so attracted Warren that he had to take him home.

"You can, Kurt." Warren encouraged him, "There is only one chance, and the bodyguards will start patrolling in five minutes, then we will all be exposed. This is the closest you have been to the outside world in four years. Why? Don't try?"

Kurt gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.Warren gripped his wrist tightly, and he could see a few bodyguards walking in this direction here and there.He simply closed his eyes tightly, and drove all these messy thoughts out of his mind. He let himself go, and began to constantly picture the appearance of the telephone pole in his mind.

Hallelujah, he prayed to himself, I want to get out.

Then he succeeded.Crimson blue choking smoke surrounded them, and before he could open his eyes, Warren dragged him into a side alley.

Kurt looked at his hands in disbelief: "I... I succeeded!" Happiness quickly filled every cell of him, his facial expression began to change uncontrollably, and he grinned into a big smile.

"Shh." Warren couldn't see Kurt's expression clearly, but he felt the joy of the other party from his voice, and he couldn't help smiling, "Ma'am, you can't talk from now on, let's go."

The pier in the early morning is crowded with hawkers.Fishermen pour their catches into their boats, and there are stalls along both sides of the pier filled with beautiful shells and novelty gadgets from the sea.On the freighter not far away, workers kept loading goods onto the ship, and the scolding of the foreman and the yelling of the traders intertwined into a secular sonata.Kurt followed Warren step by step and looked around reservedly. Compared with the rough seafood, he was more curious about the vendors themselves.His disguise was very successful. Although he was still very eye-catching, conservatively dressed Middle Eastern women rarely came to the noisy pier, but at most people just took a second look when passing by, and no one doubted his true identity.

Kurt slammed the Bible shut, the past haunting his mind, and he couldn't ignore the people outside the door, and he couldn't focus on praying.Reminiscing about the past is not good for anyone, he knows this very well, but there is nothing he can do about himself, he just can't help thinking about those past events.As he closed the book, a small part of his wrist was exposed from under the black robe, and the complicated lines spread from his wrist to his whole body. This was carved by himself, the totem of an angel when he was abandoned in a foreign country.

Warren leaned against the door, and he seemed to be caught in one dream after another from which he couldn't wake, but it was a good dream, he thought in his dream, a dream about the first time they'd sneaked out together.

The beginning of the dream has been blurred, he disguised Kurt as a woman, ostentatious in the port pier, and then something happened, Kurt's sunglasses were knocked off.

Warren clearly remembered the moment when the man who had been selling goods with a flattering smile saw Kurt's eyes, his surprise, fear and anger twisted together in an instant, and he shouted loudly: "Mutants!"

"Catch them!" Someone yelled in the chaos, and Warren grabbed Kurt and started running.Kurt's large burqa was pulled forcibly, so he simply tore off the burqa, hugged the obstructing hem to his chest while running, and started a futile escape.

They never thought it would cause such a big commotion. The naked-chested burly man was waving a fish-killing knife in his hand and kept chasing after him, as if they had stolen the fish he had just caught. A large group of vicious strangers Angrily cursing the mutant's name, they chased after them, and Warren and Kurt ran away in a panic, knocking down more booths along the way.

"Why, why are they chasing me?" Kurt was out of breath and jumped over the trash can on the side of the road. Someone behind him bumped into it, reducing the number of people chasing them by half.

"I don't know!" Warren was also flustered, he didn't know that a mere mutant who appeared in daylight could cause such a commotion.He and Kurt escaped from the pier and got into the winding and hidden alley all the way. They turned and fled, jumping up and down, and finally lost the last person at a corner.

Panting, they hid under the arch bridge near the pier. The bridge seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. Warren signaled Kurt to hide in the bridge hole first. He checked around for a long time and confirmed that no one was passing by, and then he also got under the bridge hole. .

Kurt sat on the ground with his legs curled up in shock. Warren came and sat side by side with him. The shadow cast by the bridge shrouded the two of them together, which was clearly separated from the sunny grass next to them.

Warren burst out laughing. He arched his body and said out of breath, "That man, did you see that? He just slammed his head into the trash can."

Kurt recalled that scene and started laughing too, and the two fell back in a heap of laughter and shoving.

I don't know whose lips are close to whose skin first, Kurt leaned on Warren's body, put his arms through Warren's shoulders, and wrapped him tightly, licking and kissing his face like a cub, devoutly like Treat the only treasure in his life.Warren held Kurt's waist with one hand, and inserted the other into his hair, ruffling his dark hair, forcing him to wake up from a brief moment of confusion, and then into a more complete frenzy.

Warren turned back and pressed him under him, and the two bodies were very close to each other. Warren fixed Kurt's chin and kissed him deeply.

It was a kiss he had never imagined.If the last kiss was a beautiful accident, this time it feels better than ever.Kurt kissed him back tenderly, and Warren took his lower lip lightly, biting it mischievously.

"Hmm..." Kurt let out a low moan, opened his mouth angrily and tried to bite back, but Warren took advantage of it.Lips and tongues brushed his sharp canines nimbly, exchanging the saliva in their mouths, and their attitudes were so tough that they forced each other to dance with his tongue.

Kurt's eyes widened, but he hugged Warren harder, his face began to flush, and he simply closed his eyes.The tactility of the visual deprivation became more pronounced, and Kurt fumbled to keep up with Warren's rhythm, but the results were not satisfactory, and he could only drift with the flow and hand everything into the opponent's hands.

The two men's clothes became disheveled under the chaotic caress. Kurt's burqa, which had been torn to pieces, barely hung on him. Buttons on his shirt.Kurt didn't dare to open his eyes, and imitated Warren's movements based on his feeling. He tore off Warren's coat and threw it aside, imitating how the other party caressed him carelessly through his shirt.

Soon they were half undressed, and Warren ran his hands over his chest, caressing the two spots on his chest gently.An unprecedented novelty filled Kurt's senses, his every move was overwhelmed with sensationalism, and a sweet moan leaked from his lips.Warren didn't say a word, he didn't speak, just kept getting close to him in silence, such an ambiguous and wonderful atmosphere made Kurt feel ashamed, he bit his lower lip, trying not to moan again.

The cicadas chirp endlessly in summer, the sun and everything around them are left behind by them, only each other is left in their eyes, and the rest is dark.

Warren's hand slipped between Kurt's legs, and Kurt's eyelashes fluttered, his tail coiled nervously around his lap, and he didn't object.So Warren took off his pants, his lower body was already slightly raised, and the front end was secreting transparent mucus. He gently soothed his desire, and then slowly moved his hand behind him.

The finger was stretched out in a place that he had never thought of, and Kurt let out a scream, and quickly held it back.Warren's movements stopped, and he reached out to stroke Kurt's cheek, so Kurt opened his eyes and saw Warren's questioning gaze.Kurt moved that hand to his lips and kissed, speaking his answer with practical actions. Warren stroked his lips affectionately, and Kurt added another finger behind him.

The feeling of being expanded was so novel and weird, he felt the sensation brought by the slow movements of his fingers behind him, and he grabbed Warren's shoulders forcefully, as if he was a man in distress grasping the last straw to save his life.

After the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, the last distance between them was lost, and Warren kissed his eyelids and earlobes again, whispering in his ear.

"is it okay?"

Kurt felt the different body temperatures of the two people, and it took a while for his confused brain to digest the meaning of the other party's words.

"I don't know," he answered tremblingly, "but it all feels so right."

tbc???