【Double Dragon】Super Extreme Hunting

The overdue follow-up to "Extreme Hunting"

Sentinel Huang×Guide Yimulian

Astapovo, the station where Tolstoy died, represents a place of tranquility here

A fiddler crab with a black and white carapace crawls slowly across the gravel beach.Facing the sunlight reciting the Chenshijing, it waved its big claws, and the sky and the sand, including its small limbs, were all golden.And in such a gorgeous scene that makes people's eyes tired, there is a tall and tall figure standing upright in the backlight.

He raised his arms high and threw something out.

Those things that were thought to be gray reefs came back to life, fluttering their wings, making a noise, clumsily scrambling to the landing point.

The man lifted the bucket at his feet, turned around and walked back alone, ignoring the commotion caused by the huge group of seabirds, and his Birkenstocks stepped on the soft and gentle sand, sinking slightly.After the tide ebbs, the sun will spend half a day drying the place and evaporating the moisture stored in the remaining half day.

Sitting cross-legged on the reef, Yimulian stared at his sentinel with his chin resting.

--wrong.Or rather, his man.Nine months have passed since I started living in seclusion, and my identity and nationality have been abandoned in my homeland; after all, on a remote island not connected to the continental shelf, it is impossible for you to give your number to an iguana or a penguin in exchange for trust.Here, no matter how many titles are called, they are redundant, such as dark sentinel and thought guide, but they are slightly more sensitive to ordinary people.

He could feel that Huang was not very happy.

No wonder the sophisticated man, who usually enjoys sweet potato focaccia and chia oatmeal on the sun-lit patio, was displeased.If it wasn't for Yimulian's insistence on feeding the birds, he wouldn't have caught the slippery krill at brunch.

Huang approached, with a handsome face as if it had been carved.Yimulian raised his sandy bare foot to touch him, but was easily dodged; not only that, but his ankle fell into his grasp.

"The cold really recovered?"

It is really rare to see people holding their ankles and asking for warmth.Although Huang's eyes are sharp and his voice is low enough, a kind of sexy|sensual gentleness is wonderfully evolved.For the strong and decisive sentry who has experienced the changes of the family and the country, it seems to be even more precious.

"Well, recovered. You can go to sea today."

"You are really impatient."

"I feel sorry for the money." Yimulian said honestly, "After all, that boat is not cheap at all. Even if it drops anchor, it may still be pushed away by the waves."

"The weather is good these days, the boat should still be there."

"There's no telling what happens at sea, a rapidly developing low pressure can wreck everything."

"Worrying about nothing." Huang let out a disdainful hum, and loosened the restraint on his ankles.From this point of view, he is quite arrogant and domineering. When we first met him, I could tell at a glance that Huang was definitely not easy to deal with.Even though it has been nearly a year since the passionate union, it is clear that this noble dark sentinel does not intend to restrain his temper, and is still keen to criticize and refute.

Yimulian doesn't dislike his strength, he can even be said to be a little attached.Who would have thought that they were rivals in a life-and-death contest a year ago, and now they have lived in seclusion in the paradise and become friends.

The instinctive judgment and primitive impulse of the body is really wonderful.

"Let's go." Yimulian jumped off the rock and patted the sentinel on the back.

"Let's go." Huang put his arms around his shoulders and agreed.

After returning to the house, the two began to pack their bags.The usual practice is that Huang prepares food, and Yimulian prepares sundries.

"I'd like to bring that limited edition bottle of Courvoisier, do you have an opinion?"

"No. Which hat will you wear, the purple one?"

——On the other end of the connection, Huang thought critically.

"No, it's white."

Yimulian knew the result before he opened his mouth, but Ting Huang said it accurately.The spiritual connection between the sentinel and the guide has contributed to the tacit understanding between the lovers. Usually, they can understand each other's thoughts before expressing them in words, but the two continue to talk tacitly, as if they are focusing on playing a game that cannot be wrong , never tire of it.

"I'd like some cheese."

"No problem. For meat, smoked chicken."

Yimulian just thought so too.Every weekend they fly a Twin Otter back to land to stock up on necessities, and smoked chicken and bacon are regulars on the shopping list.He glanced at the electronic calendar.

"The weather is fine today. After we get the yacht back, we still have time to go to the arch. Don't worry, I filled up the gas this time."

Huang held two bottles of salve mineral water, hesitating whether he should bring such a luxurious drink, and held his chin with his thumb and forefinger to deliberate for two seconds, stuffed them into the backpack, and replied to his lover leisurely.

"You want to rock climb?"

"Yeah. Last time I just saw it from a distance, this time I want to go up to see it." Yimulian stared calmly at Huang's raised eyebrows, and added: "I will bring the equipment myself. Forgive me for not being like you guys." Sentinels can climb rocks with bare hands."

Huang suddenly reached out and snatched the hat from his hand, and put it on Yimulian's head.

"Leave the pitons to me, you just follow me."

The hat was pulled down so low that it almost covered the eyes.Yimulian is not annoyed, he clearly knows that this is Huang's assertion of sovereignty, as Huang's guide, as Huang's lover, he naturally feels useful.

Yimulian asked: "When you were training freehand rock climbing, what did you do after you climbed the stone arch?"

Huang Lue pondered for a while: "Stand on the stone arch and dive down."

"Isn't that kind of stupid?"

"Stupid? Or do you expect us to go up there with bread and ham on our backs, and then have a picnic? There will be nothing on it, and you will stare at seabirds at most. There is nothing we can do if we climb up, unless ..."

Huang suddenly closed his mouth and stared at Yimulian.The latter understood it immediately—on the desolate natural stone vault, with the blue sky above and the blue sea below, it seemed to be isolated from everything and placed in the hands of the Creator, leaving only the most primitive each other.Wrapped in the sun, the two flesh|bodies entwined|stretched|stretched on the large dark rock, making love without any hindrance.Here's something they can do.

Sex|fantasizing within a shared mental picture has always been a bit humbling.Yimulian blushed slightly, and said, "As long as you don't fall, it seems to be fine."

"It won't fall, I have a measure."

Although he still looked confident, the 33-year-old sentinel in front of him showed a rare shyness, turned his head and pretended to study the label of the mineral water.

Yimulian smiled for a while, as if laughing at Huang, and also seemed to be laughing at himself, then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, where did you borrow the yacht from?"

"We met when I was a mercenary. Let's just call it a friend. He stopped doing that business and bought a manor to make wine for himself."

"Did you tell him why we lost the boat?"

"That guy wouldn't borrow the boat if he didn't figure it out. I told him half of it. He asked me why I came to borrow the boat now, and I omitted this part."

"It's too embarrassing."

"It's embarrassing enough." Huang echoed, "But I like it."

***

Yimulian has had a cold for a week.

A week ago, he went out to sea with Huang and discovered a natural sea arch somewhere.But at that time they were chasing fish schools out to sea, so they circled twice and did not approach.

Later, Huang spotted a giant tuna and tracked it off the coast.In this process, he fully demonstrated the self-cultivation of a dark sentinel—strong, tenacious, and never giving up.

However, never giving up is also conditional.Until the second before the boat stopped in the middle of the sea due to lack of fuel, Huang did not give up on this prey.

After the engine whimpered and became hoarse, Ara threw a harpoon at the back of the tuna king who was flying away, and was left behind helplessly by it.

So, he and Yimulian sat cross-legged on the deck, staring at each other.

"I'm out of gas, I warned you 10 minutes ago." Yimu Lian folded his arms.

"Sorry, I blocked my hearing 15 minutes ago." Huang raised his head.

"I turned off the accelerator with my mind 5 minutes ago, and you turned it on manually."

"If you don't close that, I've got it."

"It would just be me and you and the fish sitting here looking at each other. Why the hell did you have to catch it?"

"As long as it is the target I am following, I will never allow it to miss. Then again, you didn't fill up the gas before you set off, did you?"

"I'm trying to fix it."

"The most useless thing is the remedy after it happens. This matter should be solved from the root cause, and the problem lies with you."

When it comes to quarrels, Yimulian can't be too noisy.Of course, fighting is even more difficult.Usually when the sentry is angry, the guide is responsible for comforting him and sorting out his emotions, but they are more independent than the usual pairing.What's more, being placed in the middle of the vast sea where the sky is getting dark, who can boast that he can maintain absolute rationality?

That's the way it is.The invincible duo of Dark Sentinel and Psychic Guide was lost somewhere in the ocean after chasing a tuna.At this time, their spiritual connection will only aggravate the angry exchange. Yimulian can feel Huang's anger, and presumably Huang can also know his dissatisfaction.

The expensive yacht loses power and drifts with the waves. At this moment, it is no different from a board with food.Because it is a small boat, there is no cabin for rest on it.

Yimulian stopped arguing with Huang and dug out the refrigerator. There were only two pieces of Madagascar vanilla ice cream and a can of foie gras in it.Huang put on his inherent haughty expression, a look of "how did I know I would be in trouble".

It was completely dark.

Huang gritted his teeth and spread out the map with his flashlight, and checked their current coordinates with the other hand.He gestured for a while and said, "We are now less than 10 nautical miles from the shore, and we can swim back."

"That's really exciting." Yimulian replied dryly.

"Let's go, or do you want to just float around and wait for rescue?"

Even if the current Dark Sentinel was in trouble, his domineering attitude did not change.He decisively sank the anchor of the yacht, and put the map and flashlight back under the seat.The temperature of sea water at the end of September is not comfortable at night.What's more, even if the water temperature can be pleasant, no one wants to swim through the ocean full of unknown creatures at night.

Yimulian's physical fitness is good, not to mention being able to keep up with the sentry, at least swimming down this distance is not a problem.He tentatively wanted to confirm Huang's true thoughts, but who knew that he actually locked his mental vision, closed his ears and listened, and insisted on going his own way.

"I need to tell you something," Yimulian unzipped his jacket sullenly, took off his coat, and suddenly put on an honorific, "You are a complete Machiavellian bastard."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After hearing these words, Huang leaped into the sea with a perfect "plop" into the water.

Yimulian thought it would be very difficult to piss him off, but during the few hours they swam to the shore, he found that Huang had easily done it many times.During the long-distance swimming, Huang unexpectedly reserved room for preaching, and started nagging inappropriately.

——What could be more disturbing than crossing the deep sea at night?

That is, while crossing the deep sea at night, someone chatters to tell you what kind of danger you may encounter.

"There are many poisons in the ocean. Have you ever heard of the Belcher sea snake? One of the most venomous snakes in the world. The sea area we swim through should meet its living conditions, and we may encounter one."

"But don't worry now, this snake likes shallow water. Now you need to be more careful about stingrays, the dorsal spines on its tail are very poisonous."

"They have a mild temper and rarely attack people actively. The box jellyfish is not necessarily the case. After being stung by it, there is almost no reaction time to save itself."

Huang would sometimes swim for a while, then stop and tread water to wait for Yimulian.While he was waiting, Yimulian was forced to become a loyal listener of natural science programs, and unfortunately, because of the connection they established, he could even "see" the images of those animals in his mind.

"Did you know?" Yimulian protested, "I never watch your UKBC documentaries*."

"Of course I know." Huang stepped on the water beside him, "It is because you never look at it that I want to tell you."

"Tell me to reduce the chance of encountering them?"

"No. But you should at least be clear that your mind can control the trajectory of the bullet, but it can't stop the tentacles of the jellyfish."

Yimulian fell silent again.

His union with Huang|is more out of passion|passion rather than reason.In fact, the White Tower does not arrange marriages to the end as in the legend. Most sentinel guides enjoy full freedom of choice before they are paired, thanks to the human rights draft introduced after the war.

Yimulian and Huang's first physical encounter occurred in an abandoned office building in the suburbs.That area was sparsely populated, and Huang Xuan ambushed Yimulian who was following him here, but the latter was not easy to deal with, and soon the two fell into a fierce battle, consuming each other, until finally enlightened: they are attracted to each other, whether it is Flesh | body or soul.They are a match made in heaven.

Thinking about it now, Yimulian suspected that it was probably caused by hormones.He listened to Huang confessed some things, and he resonated with his past experience. Although he admired his demeanor very much, he would not make such hasty decisions for the rest of his life.

The 25-year-old Yimulian was in the ruins of a semi-finished building, pressed against the wall, his legs were separated by Huang, and he was pierced through his body while maintaining a standing posture.They competed heartily and made love heartily, which was too much a matter of course.The days after that were also as happy as a dream, sneaking into San Pedro for revenge, fleeing, and living in seclusion.

—but what about when it's all over?Life is not all romantic, as long as there are contradictions, the current situation will repeat itself in the future.Those Sentinels and Guides who have been surgically disconnected have probably regretted it countless times. Why didn't the priest grab the couple's bat before they hit the base and ask, "Would you like to wake up first every morning for decades to come?" Did you see him?"

Huang is a very good sentinel, resolute, strong, and full of charm, which Yimu Lian deeply understands and is fascinated by.

He also knew that Huang had never said "love" to himself.Perhaps the guide who was soaking in the sea and listening to his nagging at this moment could be anyone, and he just happened to appear in this position.It just so happens that they match in spirit, they just happen to match in body|body, and it just so happens that they can act together seamlessly; just not the same as being alone.

Yimulian carefully hides this worry from Huang to notice.Swap your arms and lap the icy current under the silent starry night.He is not a person who is good at quarreling, but he is good at listening, and he remembers every accusation Huang made in his heart.

There was no emotional fluctuation from the other end of the spiritual connection. It seemed that the sentry finally got tired of being an announcer and focused on swimming again.

——Something is vaguely wrong.

Not the weather.The sea breeze is mild, the moonlight is clear, and there are no cumulus clouds or sea fog.

There are no ships around.

The ocean, which hides a great secret, maintains a suspicious silence. In the dark, a giant black shadow is slowly sneaking, as if something is brewing.

Yimulian stared at Huang's back, unable to explain where his worry came from.

Huang suddenly turned around and rushed towards him, struggling to grab Mulian's wrist.Unprepared, he was caught in a broad embrace in an instant.

"how--"

After a while, Yimulian realized that the crisis that Huang had detected in advance had arrived.

— jellyfish.

The surface of the sea emits weak fluorescence. If you look carefully, it is not the sea water that is glowing. The light source comes from the upside-down jellyfish. They seem to be drifting with the waves in their sleep, slowly ejecting water from their inner cavity.

There is a large group of jellyfish, far or near.

Some of the close jellyfish seemed to have woken up, hesitating and leaving the two hugging each other.Huang faced the jellyfish swarm with his back, hugged Yimulian tightly with one hand, and led him across the seemingly overwhelming fluorescent lights.

Huang You was working extremely hard, so the other hand also exerted all his strength to hug him extremely tightly.At the same time, Yimulian felt the strong fluctuation of spiritual connection.

—How would you describe that emotion?Anxiety, worry, determination, all mixed together.

It was as if his waist had been whipped, and it was stinging hotly, but Yimulian didn't have time to pay attention to it.He knew it was caused by the whipping of the jellyfish tentacles, but he didn't have time to imagine how much toxin would be injected into the wound.Huang clenched his teeth, and blocked the attack with his back hundreds of times more than Yimulian.

"shortage!"

"Don't be distracted!"

The dense tentacles drifted in the ocean currents, weaving a big net and involving the two of them; but Huang didn't take it seriously, as if tearing through the prison with his body as a sharp blade, he insisted on splitting a path in the fluorescent eyes.

The sea water gradually becomes clear.When Huang finally loosened his restraint, Yimulian found that they had already swam far away.Although Huang relaxed, he didn't leave his side, but asked first:

"Yimulian, are you injured?"

The emotions that have not been concealed are overwhelming, and Yimulian is convinced that this is the most sincere reaction of the always lonely Huang.

"I didn't, wasn't it you who was hurt?"

Huang pouted. "It's a non-toxic jellyfish and I'll be fine."

"...When you stopped them for me, you didn't know they were non-toxic, did you?"

Huang stared into his eyes calmly, and replied curtly as if he was replying whether he wanted to eat out for dinner: "Probably." After speaking, he turned his head sullenly and continued to swim.

His toned and broad back is covered with gill-like red marks.

Finally, Arara and Ichimoku landed on the beach covered with polygonal dinoflagellates.Under the impact of the waves, this small algae emits bright blue fluorescence. From a distance, it looks like the stars of the universe are falling in the undulating waves.Starlight surrounded the travelers who came swimming, sticking to their naked skin, flickering and gradually losing their brilliance.

Lie down on the beach tiredly.

Huang walked away two steps, saw that he had fallen, turned back and sat beside him.

"Feel sorry."

"sorry."

—I don’t know who spoke first.

"It was my mistake that got us into trouble. Your accusations are justified."

"It's still my fault, I didn't check the fuel tank."

"The gas tank is a small matter. You criticize me for Machiavellianism, and I admit it. I will pay attention to it in the future."

"That's an angry word, don't worry about it. Compared to this... Does the wound hurt?"

"I suppressed the pain a little, it's okay. Just go back and apply some ointment. You also have injuries on your body, so you shouldn't hide it from me. I was too impulsive to make the decision to swim back, and I will bear the consequences."

Yimulian smiled wryly.

"After all, you've been with Sentinels all along. It's probably not difficult for a group of Sentinels to deal with jellyfish."

Huang stretched his hands around his shoulders, raised Yimulian a little bit, and pillowed it on his lap.The wind blowing from the mainland to the sea blew his wet hair, and Huang carefully stretched out his hand to wipe off the sand and gravel on his face for Yimolian.

The stars in the night sky are bright, echoing the light spots of algae on the coastline.At the end where the sea and night interweave, the distant light beams occasionally light up the purple sky in surprise, and then turn off and return to silence in an instant, leaving only a colorful afterimage on the retina.

"I will study." Huang considered the words, "Maybe this is a subject that I will study for the rest of my life."

Their spiritual connection is peaceful and stable, like a dilated blood vessel, closely linking two separate individuals together.

"Study what? Is it good for me to learn how?"

The completely relaxed Yimulian lay in Huang's arms, and couldn't help but say things that he would never say normally.

"Learning how to spend this life with you. I'm not good enough."

"What you study in school, there has never been a subject that requires so much energy?"

"I like to push the envelope."

Huang stroked Yimulian's half-length hair, and his spiritual vision spread out broadly, completely taking in the splendid sea in front of him, and Yimulian also took this opportunity to sort out the sentinel's thoughts.They had never had such a tentative, deeply restrained tender exchange.Maybe it's because of fatigue and physical pain, maybe it's because of the illusory stars and sea, maybe it's because of the unpredictable phantom of death.

"Yimulian trainer, how many points can I get for my performance just now? The [-]-point system."

"...85."

"Hard. Are the points deducted for the wounds I didn't cover?"

"On the contrary. The point is deducted because you blocked it for me... If it is really a poisonous jellyfish, the Dark Sentinel must not be able to resist it."

Yimulian raised his face and stroked Shanghuang's cheek.The man in front of him rarely showed a youthful innocence, his eyes seemed to be shining, and his face was dignified and serious.Huang lowered his head and looked at Yimulian.

"'The sentinel should protect his guide; after the guide's life safety is guaranteed, his personal safety should be considered next', this is the preface of the course 'Guidance and Bonding'."

"You clearly told me that you fell asleep in this class and didn't listen."

"In order to pass the assessment with full marks, I still read the book."

"But my course is a self-made textbook. The preface of 'Guidance Yimulian' is, 'No matter when, life and death are together'."

Yimu Lian smiled.

——Live and die together.Everyone is 1/2, live together and die together.His previous questioning of Huang now looks like unreasonable trouble. No words of love can compare with the back covered with whiplash scars. The tide of doubt is crushed into waves before the golden stone of action.

"That's what you said. Excuse me, a certain thought guide, don't always think about saving people, and rush faster than the sentinel."

"Criticize me."

Huang leaned down and criticized the complacent guide with a light kiss.And the guide responded to his sentinel with passionate kisses, without repentance.

On a certain small island shrouded in a clear night sky, the two slowly became |entangled together.

In the end, this all-night beach passion | ended with Yimulian catching a cold.

***

Yimulian loaded the fuel onto the borrowed boat.

Huang came from a distance, holding a tube of compressed biscuits in disgust.They learned how to be good this time, knowing that they should stock up on food that can satisfy their hunger.Obviously, Huang was not satisfied with the food he had chosen to satisfy his hunger.

"Even if I were on a desert island, I wouldn't eat something that looks like vomit after adding water."

"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Even those albatrosses won't eat them."

Yimulian took the biscuit cone from his hand, and asked as if remembering something: "Speaking of the albatross, have you noticed that lonely big one? Its mate didn't come."

This island is the island where the black-footed albatross loves.At this season of the year, they end their yearly wandering at sea and come to land to breed.Albatrosses are loyal in love and have only one mate in their lives.They meet, make love, and reproduce on the island—only on the island.After leaving the island, they each struggled to survive for the next year's meeting.

There will be such a situation: after one party goes to the island, he cannot find the albatross that belongs to him among countless happy lovers.Some cannot wait for the moment of reunion until the end of the breeding season.

The connection established between the sentinel and the guide can be severed by surgery, but this lowly bird is not blessed with advanced technology and will always be 1/2 for the rest of its life.

"Half a month has passed since the first batch of albatrosses came to the island. It doesn't go to nest, but waits on the rocks every day. The longer the time, the more hopeless it is. I guess its mate will not come."

Huang stretched out his hand and flicked off a small crab that tried to climb up the refrigerator, and stated some cruel facts with a deadpan expression.Yimulian touched the tip of his nose, and couldn't help but feel emotion again.

"Can love be painful?"

He asked the question naturally, and got Huang's fresh frowning face.

"Your proposition is wrong. In this case, what makes the albatross suffer is not love itself, but the loss of love."

"Then have you ever thought that if you don't stick to an object, it can be less painful?"

"No." Araki said firmly.Some are too decisive, as if to dispel more possible doubts.After another five seconds, he took a breath and added, "My love is too little, and this life is only enough for one person to squander."

"That person is really the luckiest person in the world." Yimulian answered him equally sincerely.

They stared at each other with genuine affection, and the atmosphere seemed to suggest that they hugged and kissed, and then took advantage of the sex - how embarrassing!Yimulian slightly staggered his gaze, feeling his ears getting hot.

"Sorry, I take back my guess."

After a while, Huang suddenly spoke.

"what?"

"Guess that its partner won't come, I take it back."

He pointed to the sky above the vast ocean behind Yimulian, following the direction of his finger, the latter narrowed his eyes to barely make out a black dot, and after a while, he recognized it as a bird shadow.

The flight path of the bird shadow was a bit strange, maybe it was injured; but it flew unswervingly towards the coast of this side of the island, where the albatross landed.

Yimulian was a little surprised: "Is it its partner?"

Huang replied, "I'm not sure."

"It would be great if it was."

"hope so."

The two watched quietly for a while, and finally boarded the yacht and sailed to the middle of the endless blue ocean.Yimulian's coat was full of wind, he put on his sunglasses and stretched out his hands, manipulated Nianzi to press the switch button of the radio, and switched at will for a while, feeling very comfortable.He stared at the back of Huang who was in charge of the helm, and felt a sense of happiness surrounded by the sentinel's love from the bottom of his heart.Yimulian was not a talkative person, but he wanted to say something very much at this moment, so he searched his guts and asked a question that he had been curious about before.

"You told me about the fantasy integration when you hunted me back then, but I never knew what could sustain you for so long, can you tell me?"

Huang took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and said solemnly:

"secret."

END.

*UKBC Documentary: Refers to the BBC