Yu's sobs softened in Callen's arms, not gone entirely but less jagged, less choking. His body shivered as if each tear wrung something out of him, until finally the storm slowed and he could breathe again. He leaned back slightly, enough to lift his head and look at Callen with hazel eyes swollen from crying, lashes wet.
"I don't want him."
Yu whispered, voice hoarse.
"But I'm being forced into it. Theo's grandfather already agreed to an engagement— it's already in motion. I can't…"
His throat closed on the words, and fresh tears threatened, but he held them back with a trembling inhale.
"I can't step away. Not yet."
Something in Callen snapped. The warmth in his expression iced over in an instant, and the playful gleam that usually danced in his eyes went dark. His jaw set, his shoulders squared—the mask of the spoiled Wright heir dropped, replaced with the cold, sharpened edge of the man he'd been trained to be.
"Then I'll tear it apart."
Callen said flatly, voice steady but carrying a chill that made the air feel thinner.
"Lawyers. Police. Whatever it takes. He can't force you into anything, Yu. Not while I'm here."
Yu flinched, touched but terrified at once, his small hand darting up to grip Callen's wrist as if to anchor him.
"No… Callen, stop."
His voice cracked.
"It's not that simple. If I push back right now, it'll all come down on me. I need time. I… I plan to go to France. It's my way out."
He hesitated, his hand trembling as it slid from Callen's wrist down to his palm, clasping it tight.
"But if that fails… I hope I can rely on you. To lean on you. To help me."
Callen's heart, already pounding, swelled to the point it nearly hurt. The coldness in his face melted, but what replaced it was just as fierce—devotion, raw and protective. He raised his free hand, his thumb brushing gently over the wet streaks on Yu's cheek, trailing down to his jaw.
"Of course."
He murmured, softer now, almost reverent.
"Always, Yu. You can lean on me as much as you want. I won't let him take you from me."
Yu blinked up at him, fragile in the aftermath, but for the first time since the manor visit, there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes—hope, faint but alive.
The room was still heavy with the echo of Yu's earlier tears, though the silence now felt softer—like the pause after a storm rather than its eye. Yu sat curled on the couch, his long shirt hem brushing against his thighs, hands busy with the tissue he'd used to wipe his face. His breathing had steadied, but the redness around his eyes and the raw shimmer of his lashes betrayed the fragility still lingering.
Suddenly, Callen jolted upright, eyes widening as if struck by lightning.
"Wait—"
He blurted, startling Yu, who blinked up at him.
"I almost forgot!"
Before Yu could ask, Callen scrambled up, his bare feet padding rapidly across the hall. A door slammed open, then the sound of hurried rummaging—papers shuffling, a drawer yanked, something knocked over.
Yu sniffled, swiping his sleeve across his cheeks as he frowned toward the hallway.
"What is he…?"
The answer arrived seconds later. Callen returned, breathless, clutching a small square box between his hands like it was the most precious thing he owned. His hair was mussed from rushing, his cheeks flushed, and his chest rose and fell sharply.
He stopped in front of Yu, kneeling slightly, his emerald eyes unusually shy.
"Here. For you."
Yu blinked, confused but curious. He accepted the box, tilting his head as he opened it. Inside, cushioned by velvet, lay a silver chain with a delicate star-shaped pendant, the points catching the dim light as if it held something of the night sky itself.
Yu's breath caught. A pang shot through his chest—faint, half-buried, the ghost of a memory. Yukio. A pendant. A star. Taichi's smile flashing in a blurred fragment.
'Hadn't I been given this before? Or… something just like it?'
He pressed the feeling down.
'No. That was another life. This was here. This is now.'
A brilliant smile bloomed on his lips, genuine and bright despite the tear-tracks still drying on his skin.
"Callen… I love it!"
His voice cracked with delight as he looked up, holding the pendant between his fingers.
"It's beautiful. Why—why did you give this to me?"
Callen shifted, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish grin that barely concealed his nerves.
"I, uh… after making you cry, I felt like crap. I wanted to apologize, but words… well, I'm not the best with them."
He chuckled awkwardly.
"So I went out, and I saw this in a shop window. First thing I thought was—'that's Yu.' It just… it looked like it belonged on you. So I got it."
The confession made Yu's heart flutter uncomfortably, too many feelings pressing in at once.
Then Callen's hand lifted, tentative but sure, brushing over Yu's cheek with his fingertips. The touch was feather-light, reverent. His emerald eyes softened, disarming, the boyish cockiness replaced with sincerity that cut deeper than any flirt.
"And, Yu…"
Callen's voice dipped quieter, almost trembling,
"I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. About you getting plump. I swear, I didn't mean it like that. I won't say it again."
Yu froze, his hand tightening on the little box, chest aching with warmth and ache tangled together.
His fingers trembled slightly as he handed the necklace back to Callen, his smile still tender, softened by the remnants of his tears.
"Here."
He murmured, voice hushed.
"Put it on me?"
He gathered the loose fall of his hair in both hands and swept it forward over one shoulder, baring the smooth expanse of his nape. The gesture was simple, innocent—but it made Callen's throat go dry.
For a beat, he just stared.
Yu's neck looked impossibly delicate, porcelain-pale and long like a swan's. Vulnerable. Alluring. Callen swallowed hard, his pulse thundering in his ears as an almost primal urge shot through him—to bite, to mark, to claim. He almost laughed at himself in panic.
'God, what am I, a vampire?'
Shaking off the thought, he fumbled with the clasp of the chain, fingers brushing the fine hairs at Yu's nape. Finally, with a faint click, the silver star pendant settled against Yu's chest.
But Callen couldn't pull back. Not yet.
Drawn by something stronger than reason, he leaned forward. His lips brushed feather-light over the nape of Yu's neck, barely a kiss, more like a caress of breath—but intimate enough to draw a sharp shiver from Yu's body.
Yu's gasp broke the air, small and helpless, his shoulders twitching as the heat shot down his spine.
Callen closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling Yu's fresh morning scent—soap and something softer beneath, warm and uniquely him. It twisted around his chest, squeezing until it hurt.
When he finally opened his eyes again, his lips lingered close, his whisper almost trembling.
"Perfect. Just like I thought."
Yu, still shivering faintly, bit his lip as if to keep from giving anything else away. The star pendant gleamed between them, a fragile little anchor in the heavy quiet.
Callen hesitated for a heartbeat longer, lips ghosting just over Yu's nape, but when Yu shifted ever so slightly toward him, the last thread of restraint snapped.
He tilted Yu's face gently with trembling fingers beneath his chin, hesitant emerald eyes searching hazel ones—then finally pressed his mouth to Yu's.
The kiss was soft at first. Tentative. A testing brush, as though Yu were spun from the most delicate glass and might shatter under the weight of him. Callen lingered there, tasting the faint sweetness of Yu's lips, afraid to deepen it, afraid even to breathe too hard.
Yu's lashes fluttered, his lips parting just barely in response, and Callen's heart lurched painfully against his ribs. Every instinct screamed at him to devour, to take, to drown in it—but instead, he forced himself to savor. To worship.
'Is this too much? Too little?'
His mind spiraled with questions he'd never cared about before. With anyone else, kissing had always been thoughtless, effortless, mechanical. But now—now every brush of his lips felt monumental, like it might ruin everything if he misstepped.
He shifted carefully, deepening the kiss by a fraction, tasting Yu more fully, his thumb brushing along Yu's cheekbone with reverence. His other hand hovered, twitching like he wanted to pull Yu closer, but terrified that even the smallest wrong move would frighten him away.
Callen Wright, the so-called most eligible playboy millionaire in the country, was kissing like it was his very first time. And it was driving him mad. Maddeningly addictive, the need to keep going, to never let go, burned through his veins like fire.
Yu's lips quivered under his, responding in shy fits and starts, each tiny encouragement making Callen ache for more—more closeness, more of that fragile trust, more of this dangerous sweetness.
But still, he held back, cradling the kiss as if it were something holy, something he'd never be allowed to touch again.
Callen's lips moved against Yu's like whispers, hesitant and reverent, every second weighted with the fear that even a deeper press might undo the fragile trust Yu had just given him. His thumb stroked Yu's damp cheek, catching the faint salt of dried tears, and the taste of them lingered in his mouth as he kissed softly, tenderly, like Yu was too breakable for anything more.
For a moment, Yu let himself be small inside those arms. Fragile. Shaky. He leaned into Callen's touch with the timidness of someone still reeling from an earlier storm, lips trembling beneath the careful warmth.
But then—something stirred.
A pulse beneath his skin, low and insistent. His Incubus instincts unfurled like wings snapping open, a heat that shivered through his veins and coiled tight in his belly. The softness in him ached, but the hunger—it burned.
Yu's lips parted wider, a trembling sigh breaking between them, his fingers clutching lightly at Callen's shirt as though anchoring himself. His kiss deepened without conscious thought, a fragile sweetness sharpening with want. The faint glow stirred in his hazel eyes, his breath catching, need curling at the edges of his restraint.
Callen froze, stunned by the sudden shift—the fragility giving way to something hotter, hungrier. Yu pressed closer, the warmth of his mouth demanding more, his small body shivering as though begging to be devoured.
Callen's mind reeled, every nerve lit up. He hadn't expected this—Yu kissing back, not timid but hungry. And it was undoing him.
The careful, glass-fragile reverence was still there—but it tangled with a new thread now, darker, sharper, urging him to give Yu everything he wanted.
Yu's lips trembled between two worlds—fragile glass and molten hunger. His kiss wavered on that edge, tender one heartbeat, scorching the next. His fingers tightened in the soft blond at Callen's nape, tugging him closer as if he couldn't decide whether to cling for comfort or consume.
Callen's breath hitched at the duality—the boy who'd just been crying against his chest now pressed lips against him like fire, need blooming where sorrow had wilted. It unraveled something deep inside him. His hands, once hesitant at Yu's waist, grew bold, sliding down until they gripped firmly at his hips.
Yu gasped softly at the contact, his Incubus instincts stirring hotter, urging him closer. Without thought, his arms looped around Callen's neck, his slender frame molding to the planes of Callen's chest and abdomen until there was no space left between them.
The contact was perfect—a fit that made Callen's body roar with need. His hips jerked forward, seeking friction, the movement unconscious, as though he were drunk on the taste of Yu.
The tenderness shattered.
Their kiss ignited, sloppy now with heat, mouths colliding with a hunger that had nothing delicate left in it. Callen's hands clenched at Yu's hips as though anchoring him, dragging him closer still, while Yu writhed instinctively, answering the rhythm with a grinding roll of his pelvis.
The air between them thickened with heat, fragile comfort burned away by raw want.
Yu's mind barely strung together one thought through the haze.
'I can't stop this. Not now.'
Yu's lips clung to Callen's as though they were the only air left in the world, his body trembling, not with fear anymore but with the sharp edge of desire. Every roll of his hips drew a harder grind from Callen, their rhythm clashing and syncing in waves that made Yu's head spin.
Then slick. Warm, betraying, sliding down his thighs. Yu gasped into Callen's mouth, the sound muffled, shame and hunger colliding as his body betrayed just how much it wanted more.
Callen's emerald eyes flicked half-open, dazed, lips swollen from kissing. His hand shifted lower, cupping Yu's rounded bottom in his palm before slipping under the hem of his large shirt. No underwear to act as a barrier. The dampness against his fingertips made his groan rumble deep in his chest. It was too much—too intoxicating.
"Yu…"
He breathed, voice breaking between awe and need.
Yu shuddered at the sound of his name, hips arching into the touch. His instincts purred and hissed all at once, demanding he feed, demanding he take.
Callen's slicked fingers pressed boldly forward, slipping past the twitching rim of Yu's entrance. The intrusion was slow, tentative only for a heartbeat before the tight heat around him made Callen groan helplessly into Yu's mouth. Yu's muffled gasp turned into a whimper, his body rocking back to swallow the touch.
Their lips met again in a frenzy—biting, gasping, breathless. Yu clung tighter around Callen's neck, nails scraping against his shoulders, his own body betraying just how far gone he was slipping.
A low, dangerous hum stirred in Yu's chest, almost a purr but sharper, darker—the unmistakable stirring of Incubus mode. His eyes flickered, hazel irises tinged faintly red as his hunger clawed up his spine.
Callen didn't notice. He couldn't. Every buck of his hips, every wet sound as his fingers worked inside Yu was pulling him apart, dragging him deeper into a point he couldn't return from.
And Yu—Yu felt it too. That teetering edge, where there would be no pulling back, no pretending later that it hadn't happened. His instincts licked at the edges of his mind, whispering for him to feed, to let go, to consume.
The couch creaked under them, their rhythm sharper, hotter, drowning out reason.
They were a single breath away from the point of no return.
Yu's breath hitched—high and desperate—when Callen's fingers brushed something inside him that sent sparks up his spine. The coil of his restraint, stretched thin, finally snapped.
A shudder rippled through him, his pupils dilating, the faint red glow swallowing hazel in his eyes. His Incubus instincts surged forward, no longer whispers but a roar, commanding him to take.
Before Callen could register the change, Yu's trembling hand left the safety of his neck and slipped down. With a decisive yank, he tugged Callen's sweats low, freeing the long, flushed groin that had been straining beneath. Callen gasped against Yu's lips, hips jerking involuntarily, his body betraying him before his mind caught up.
"Yu—wait—"
But Yu wasn't waiting. With his instincts thrumming like a second heartbeat, he lifted himself just enough, Callen's fingers still buried inside, stretching him, teasing his every nerve. Then, with one needy, hungry slam of his hips, Yu sank down hard onto Callen's cock.
The sensation was electric—stretching, pulling, filling him beyond reason. Fingers and cock together inside him, grinding against every nerve ending until white-hot bliss exploded across his senses.
Yu screamed—a raw, guttural cry that vibrated against Callen's chest—as his body clamped down, milking and devouring.
Callen's head snapped back against the couch, his emerald eyes blown wide, mouth open as if he couldn't breathe. The heat, the tightness, the slick that made every thrust unbearable in the best way—it nearly undid him in a single heartbeat.
"F-fuck, Yu—"
Callen choked out, voice strangled, his free hand gripping Yu's hip so hard it'd leave marks.
Yu rolled his hips, a predator savoring his prey, each movement milking Callen deeper inside while the fingers still trapped within him worked his insides into a frenzy. His glow flared brighter, the Incubus King inside him humming with insatiable hunger.
Every drag, every slam, every quiver of Callen's cock inside him was more fuel, more fire. Yu's instincts didn't just want—it demanded.
And there was no going back now.
Yu balanced on that knife's edge, his body wracked by the collision of need and fear. Every time his hips came crashing down onto Callen's cock and fingers, the pleasure spiked too high, the hunger pulled too deep—his vision blurred, veins hot with Incubus fire urging him to take everything.
'Control…'
Yu told himself, gasping, shuddering.
'I have to control it. Not lose it again. Not like before.'
He forced himself to slow, to drag Callen's cock out almost to the tip before sinking back down in a long, deliberate grind that wrung a guttural moan from Callen's chest. Yu clenched his jaw, hazel eyes glowing faintly red, his nails digging crescents into Callen's shoulders as if the blond's pain would anchor him.
The shift nearly broke Callen. His back arched, a trembling whine spilling from him—pleading, unrestrained. His emerald eyes glazed, lips parting in words he'd never once thought himself capable of.
"Yu—hah, fuck—d-don't—ah, don't stop. P-please, please hah don't stop—"
He begged like a man drowning, clutching at Yu's hip, trying to force him back into the frenzy, but Yu twisted his movements—slow, sinuous grinds that scraped against every sweet spot, keeping Callen on the brink but never letting him fall.
Callen's voice cracked, desperation rising with each breath. He babbled incoherently, cursing, pleading, promising—things he'd heard lovers cry beneath him, but never thought he would say himself.
"More—ha-harder—fuck, Yu, I'll do anything, hah just—please, ah—"
Each shattered word fed Yu as surely as the vitality itself, delicious in its rawness. He licked his lips, a tremor of dark delight running through him, but still he reined himself in, fighting his instincts with every rolling grind.
Inside, DK01's cold warning whispered through the haze.
[Your hunger risks consuming you again. Choose restraint, or risk draining him dry.]
Yu clenched tighter around Callen in defiance, savoring his cries, vowing to prove—to DK01, to himself—that he could master this. That he wasn't just insatiable horniness, wasn't just the Incubus King.
He was Yu.
And he would be the one to decide how far this went.
Yu's body shuddered with every grind, the coil of hunger wrapping tighter in his gut, threatening to snap. Callen's voice—raw, unguarded—poured into the air like a feverish mantra, every word stoking the fire.
"Yu—harder, hah faster—God, ah, please—I-I, ha, need it, I need you, ah—don't sthap, d-don't you, ah, dare stop—Yu—fuck—fuck—ahh, please—"
His hand scrabbled desperately at Yu's hip, shoulder, side, roaming and clutching desperately. Nails biting into soft skin, his voice breaking into sob-like gasps as his pleas blurred into one another.
"Yu—p-please, ahh, please, please—faster, ha-harder, more—more—oh fuck, oh fuck—don't sthap, I-I'll die, hah if you sthap—Yu—"
Each fractured word was a feast. Yu's hazel eyes burned brighter red, the glow flickering, pulsing, as his hunger surged. His hips trembled with the urge to slam down relentlessly, to gorge until Callen was nothing but an empty, bliss-wrecked shell beneath him.
Take him~
The Incubus in him snarled.
Drink him. Make him yours forever. You know you want to~
This is what you were made for~
But Yu's other hand fisted tight in the couch cushion, grounding himself, fighting. He slowed, forcing his body into languid, torturous circles, his chest rising and falling with sharp, ragged breaths.
Callen wailed. His back arched, emerald eyes shining wet, body quaking as he cried Yu's name again and again, each syllable a prayer.
"Yu—Yu—hah, Yu—fuck, dun't sthap, ha, dun't sthap—more, ahh, Yu, p-please, hah please—ahh, harder, please, ngh—Yu!"
The sound cracked something inside Yu. His body clenched tight around Callen's cock as he climaxed—and he nearly lost the fight.
For a heartbeat, everything blurred.
Callen's cum surging sweet and thick into him, the temptation to drain it all was irresistible—Yu's entire body convulsed with release, his lips parting in a broken cry as his back arched, every nerve alight.
But even in the blaze of it, even drowning in pleasure, he clung to his will with shaking hands.
'Don't kill him. Don't break him. Control.'
When the haze cleared, Yu was trembling, sweat-slick, chest heaving—his instincts still howling for more—but Callen was still alive beneath him. Wrecked. Trembling. Yet alive.
Yu sagged forward, forehead pressing to Callen's damp chest, whispering in a cracked voice that was equal parts triumph and grief.
"…I did it."
Barely.
But he had.