Nitocris watched his little puppy walk out without a care in the world. Throughout the entire ordeal, Nitocris was absolutely frozen.

What the hell just happened?!

His mind was slowly processing every single detail from the moment he walked in until the end. He looked back down on his buttoned-up shirt and then further below, where his pants were starting to feel just a little bit too tight.

Damn, that puppy was lethal! How could anyone so innocent be such a devil?

Nitocris looked at himself in the mirror.

Now, that was a true Devil.

He knew very well the sort of dark, imposing figure he made. It was a part of him. The darkness. He welcomed it, really. He couldn't deny the blood of his father in him, and he never did.

However, ever since he got to know Xing Han, a little seedling of hope grew within him. Could that little bundle of sunshine ever be a part of his life? Love. Could he ever deserve that little puppy? He had too much blood on his hands.

Maybe this was wrong. Maybe he shouldn't try to win the little puppy's heart. Maybe he should protect his little puppy's innocence by staying away from him.

Nitocris looked at his bed, all messed up from his little puppy's vigorous activity. He remembered how warm his little puppy was in his arms as they slept together. How warm he felt, and how at peace he was.

Nitocris touched the buttons of the shirt that his little puppy had done up.

No, he knew he couldn't give him up without trying, at least.

He will be patient. He will wait. He will reel in the little puppy slowly. If ... if his little puppy rejected him later on, he will walk away. He definitely wouldn't do anything to taint that purity and innocence.

Waking up early that morning was like a dream. Nitocris's mind wandered to that moment in time.

✿ Two hours earlier ✿

Nitocris got up reluctantly, slowly extracting himself from his little puppy's embrace. Once he got up, he saw how his little puppy's face scrunched up, and he started flailing about again. A ghost of a smile formed on Nitocris's face, as he thought his puppy missed his warmth.

With a sigh, he smoothened the pillow that he had been sleeping on to erase any trace of him being there. He didn't have to worry about the bed, as Xing Han was thrashing about and destroying all evidence anyway.

Giving his bed, and his little puppy, a final glance, Nitocris walked out to get ready for work. He couldn't have Kyle come and not see any traces of him 'sleeping' outside.

His timing was perfect, for he had already taken his breakfast and was drinking his coffee when Kyle arrived.

"Morning, Mother, Big Bro Nic," Kyle said as he walked in.

"Morning, Kyle honey," Rheia said, "Where's Kay?"

"Oh, she's not coming. She'll be having breakfast at home and I'll pick her up on the way to school," Kyle said, "She didn't want to wake up so early."

Rheia nodded in understanding.

"Come and have your breakfast first then," she said, going into the kitchen.

"Will do, Mother. I'll just put away Xing Han's uniform first," Kyle said, "May I?"

Nitocris nodded and Kyle went into his room.

Unsurprisingly, Xing Han was still asleep. Since it was still early, Kyle figured on letting him sleep more so he didn't wake him as yet. He looked around and placed the uniform on the coat rack before walking out.

"I'll be going off first," Nitocris told Kyle, after he finished his coffee.

"Okay," Kyle mumbled between mouthfuls of eggs, "Could you please wake up Xing Han when you go to your room? He should get up by now."

Nitocris nodded, not showing any sort of enthusiasm for it.

"Thanks, Big Bro," Kyle said gratefully, "Sorry for the trouble."

When Nitocris went in, he saw that Xing Han was awake. Yet, from the looks of it, he wasn't really 'quite there' yet. His eyes had that really glazed look in them and he was still lying down on the bed. Nitocris's heart jumped.

His little puppy just looked so cute!!

Then the little puppy went and got off the bed. But the way he did so!

Nitocris lips were twitching badly, caught between wanting to laugh and wanting to just hug the little puppy of his. The way he just rolled over, then wriggled his butt until he slid off the bed. He was like a human slinky!

When that sleepy puppy finally managed to get up, he did the unexpected. Again.

He stopped and started to help him button his shirt.

The way those fingers brushed against his chest, touching yet not. Fingertips on the skin. The way his face scrunched up as he was trying so hard. Nitocris was absolutely captivated. He felt like Xing Han was his beloved already, helping him get ready for work.

It was such a beautiful dream.

Then, those evil, evil hands did its work again.

After he buttoned up the shirt, he started to smooth it down. Nitocris could feel those soft palms roaming all over his body, completely oblivious to the effect he was having on him. Especially when those d*mn fingers kept touching his nipples.

No one had ever been so brazen like Xing Han. He'd rub on it, then pinch it as if he was trying to get it out, then tried to flatten it again as he rubbed his palms on it in a circular motion.

Nitocris groaned inwardly. He gritted his teeth and his breathing was becoming more laboured as those hands kept on 'helping' him. Just when Nitocris thought that there was no end to his torture, it stopped.

He looked down and was rewarded with the most breathtakingly innocent smile beaming up at him.

As if Nitocris was his world.

Nitocris gulped.

Damn his puppy was lethal indeed.