There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: Chapter 288. Chasing Tail

The next morning, when Zein woke up, he spotted Bassena staring at the ceiling in a daze--which means the esper wasn’t sleeping a wink.

"Are you awake the whole time?" Zein dragged himself up, leaned to the headboard and brushed the esper’s fringe aside so he could see the amber eyes better.

"Every time I close my eyes, I see the time you were going down on me and..." he stopped talking, covering his face and groaned onto his palm.

Zein raised his brow. "Was it that good?" he yawned and reached for the water on the bedside table. "I don’t think I did a good job last night."

Well, but at least it stopped the esper from thinking about the horrific encounter with the rats.

"Good?" Bassena pulled his hands away from his face, looking at Zein with a flabbergasted look. "It’s going to be one of my core memories for real."

And it wasn’t just the blowjob. It was the slow, sweet sex they had afterward. Bassena asked if they could do it without protection, without guiding, and Zein had allowed it--although this time, he had to release it outside. Still, it was heavens. It was almost better than the guiding, even, because this time, he was totally in control of himself, not losing his mind from the deep, delicious guiding.

Zein chuckled, almost choking on his water because of that. That kind of sloppy job warrant a place in his core memory vault? Zein couldn’t even put it all the way inside his mouth.

"What are the others?"

"Hmm?" Bassena finally got up now that Zein was awake. "When we first met, of course, and...that night," he scratched his reddening cheek shyly. "When you, umm...called me ’baby’ the first time."

Zein put the water aside and tilted his head, reaching out his hand to pinch the esper’s chin and made the younger man face him. Staring into the blinking amber eyes, Zein curled his lips and spoke in a low, sultry voice. "You called me ’honey’ last night."

The amber eyes widened, and for a few seconds, Bassena only parted his lips without saying anything. "...I did?"

"You’re so distraught by the rat that you don’t even remember it, huh?" Zein laughed, pulling the esper’s face closer and planted a soft, short kiss.

"Uhh..." Bassena still staring blankly even after Zein climbed out of the bed and rummaged through their suitcase to find a shirt. "So...did you hate it?"

"Do I look like I did?"

Bassena grinned, crawling out to pepper kisses on the guide’s shoulder--which was already littered with his artwork. "What are your plans now? Should we go straight to the guide center, or should we try the house once again in daylight?"

"Let’s try the house again first," Zein decided after pulling out a plain shirt and wearing it. "I want to try asking the neighbors."

"Ah, right. It looks like an old neighborhood, so they probably knew each other well," Bassena nodded in agreement. He looked down and pulled on the shirt that Zein wore—his shirt. "But why are you wearing clothes again? We can just hop on the tub together."

Zein turned to look at the esper with an arched brow, and Bassena just tilted his head innocently.

A few seconds later, the shirt was discarded again.

* * *

The house still looked as abandoned as ever. Still munching on the sandwich they bought for their breakfast, Bassena craned his neck to peek inside the yard again, observing the hard ground.

"Wanna go inside again?" Zein smirked, and Bassena pursed his lips. "Just kidding," he chuckled and patted the esper’s bulging cheek. "I don’t think there’ll be much different than last night."

"Hmm..." Bassena nodded and leaned against their car to continue eating his sandwich in peace while Zein looked around the vicinity.

"Should we go door to door?"

"It might be faster if we just ask the community leader here," Bassena suggested. "Don’t people need to report to them when they move out?"

"I wouldn’t know about that," Zein shrugged. His community didn’t have that kind of thing after all.

But it made sense to simplify their effort. And there was also a chance that the neighbors wouldn’t want to open their door for them—two very high-profile people who were also known to be scary. Both had an unsavory reputation for violence, after all.

But community leaders should be more open to welcoming them, because they have to safe face, and are more used to talking to important people. Besides, the house owner who moved out did not always tell their neighbors about their new location, but they were more likely to tell the people in charge of administration.

"Yeah, let’s—" Zein paused for a bit, but Bassena immediately put his sandwich in the guide’s mouth.

"Let’s," the esper said with a grin, opening the car’s door so Zein could slide inside.

Biting into the leftover sandwich, Zein wordlessly entered the car. As Bassena drove the car away, Zein turned his head to look at the whistling esper. "Did you put on a tail?"

"Of course," Bassena smiled cheerfully. "My children can go as far as five kilometers now, so you don’t have to worry."

"Alright," Zein nodded and ate the rest of the sandwich.