."You!. You meanie!. Do you know how he @#!$&..!*"/$#_# me?!.". [M-cont].

I'm sorry. Just relax.". The ' ghost ' apologized softly, then resumed his ministrations.

"Why-ah..s-stop!..mm".

Who was he kidding?. The transparent yet very firm fingers began stroking him up and down in a pacy motion.

It was fast!. Too fast!. Bringing jimeng to the brink of ejaculation. But who would have thought the ' ghost ' would suddenly bite his neck harshly before disappearing on him.

"D*MN!you!bastard!". Jimeng screamed. Eyes still misty. He stared at his hard dick and bit his lips, preventing big fat tear drops from falling down his cheeks.

"Advantagist!!!". Jimeng was so out of here!. Revenge!. He would take revenge!!!.

He went to the bathroom, bathed, changed and ran out of the room bare footed.

Why?. Because he felt a pair of eyes on him when he wanted to find shoes in the closet. Slippers whatever.

So now as he darted through the corridors. He looked like a brave rabbit with his slender figure slightly trembling. His cheeks were red no doubt and his hair was still half soaked for crying out loud!.

Fine!. He was running to. Safety!.

...

When he got to Anying's and Hanze's room, he didn't hesitate to know knock because he was scared!. Scared of the pervert he would revenge!.

*Knock*knock*knock*.

"..."

*Knock-*knock-*knock*.

"..."

*Knock!*knock!*knock!*.

"Open the damn door!.".

"..."

*Knock!!!*knock!!!*knock-!!!*.

*Click*.

The door finally flung open with a dark faced Hanze staring at him deadly.

"What do you want?.". He asked in a grave voice.

Jimeng gulped slightly but hey. This was the perfect phrase of, * the devil you know is way more safer than the angel you don't know*.

Rather in this case, * the sorcerer you know is way more safer than the pervert you don't know*. Hum. That was logical so what to do now to avoid the wrath of the hot man in black robes.

He had an idea!.

And Hanze watched blankly as jimeng suddenly wrapped his arms around his, Hanze's waist. Then the young man buried his face on Hanze's chest.

"I want to sleep here!.". He mumbled, yelling against his chest.

Hanze's face darkened as he looked behind the youth. his hands moved to peel the octopus off of him. Did no one tell this youth he hated too much contact with strangers?.

But what?. When he tried to peel jimeng's hands off of him, it got tighter and he actually couldn't peel it off no mater what he did.

"?"

Hanze let out a deep breath. Great. The blood sucker got a very very non-tamable mate. A match made in heaven.

He raised his hand and put it on the youths head first and he heard the young man purr before raising his head.

The black hair was soft but anying's was softer. ' childish comparison '..

He's blind.(blinded by love*ouch-!. Fuc-ouch!..).

Jimeng's tear filled eyes looked at Hanze to make him feel guilty. But was he going to fall for it?. Yes-no.

He averted his gaze and said coldly. "He means no harm. Just go back, I promise he wouldn't come again.".

Was he talking to a kid?. Lile he could threaten jimeng!.

"You!. You meanie!. Do you know how he @#!$&..!*"/$#_# me?!.". Jimeng complained shamelessly narrowing his eyes.

Hanze sighed tiredly. "I'll use brute force then.". He said.

And jimeng's eyes actually had the audacity to widen as his cute nose turned red dramatically. Then he made the most beady adorable eyes filled with tears. ' now resist this you meanie!:.

Hanze relented. He wasn't ' heartless '. The blood sucker could be a handful for he himself ... Talkless this fragile youth.... But this fragile youth seemed to have potential.

"Go in.". Hanze said. And jimeng's expression turned to that of extreme aww in a split second, as he gave Hanze a fluffy smile before running to pounce on Anying's sleeping figure on the bed.

...

After falling asleep, Anying thought he was hearing things... Or rather, dreaming when he heard jimeng's voice. So he closed his ears and continued sleeping.

Until.... Someone poinced on his body. "Wake up sleepy dough!.". Jimeng's melodic voice seemed to scream satisfaction.

Cchini rolled it's eyes. "Did he come from the village?. Stop screaming like a banshee!.".

"I'm not!.". Jimeng replied.

"..."

"..."

Anying was suprised. "You can hear it?. I... Nevermind. How Did you get in here?.". Anying changed the topic much to jimeng's relief.

"Easy!." He said, making Anying sneak a peek at Hanze.

The guy was sitting on the sofa with a laptop again. Typing with lightning speed.

"I forced him into doing it." the youth completed.

"Yes you di-YOU DID WHAT?!.". Anying didn't get properly before.

"Keep. Your. Tone. Down." Hanze's words suddenly interupted his suprise making him wince.

" Sorry... ". He whispered.

Ah , this was one of the reasons Hanze didn't want to let jimeng into their room. He didn't want a bunch of amateur banshees. They could be pretty much troublesome.

Jimeng. "Meanie". He mumbled and scoffed for good measures, but faced Anying swiftly when Hanze threw him an icy stare.

"H-how ... Did you do it?.". Anying asked in a lower voice. He meant... How come?.

Jimeng smiled like a Cheshire cat. The smile was so wide Anying had to ask.

"Aren't your lips hurting?.".

Jimeng laughed it off and said to play.

Anying shrugged... He was happy Hanze let jimeng in ok... But he didn't know the charm used. He wanted to know too... But anyway, now that he had a companion...

Wait... He looked at Hanze who already had a soundproof dome around himself. They still heard though. "You can now scream your lungs out, dear banshees".

Anying was dumbfounded. He turned to jimeng with a sigh of admiration. "You should teach me lessons... ". He wanted to know how jimeng did it so Hanze wasn't that mad at him.

"Ah?-sure.". Jimeng said and they began their play and tid bits lecturings... Which jimeng tried to avoid at some costs.

Days passed like this with jimeng not letting them rest... He became an obstruction Hanze wanted to rid but couldn't... Because of a certain someone.

Now he looked very much like a child who wouldn't leave the room so Daddy could have his way with mommy.

But oh well. Hanze remained quiet much to anying's benefits and jimeng's relief.

It got to a point, anytime jimeng was free at home , he went to Anying. Even if it was morning, evening or night ... They got pretty much attached to each other.

...