Chapter 19 Drastic Measures
When Sin had asked Cecil to move with him to the Dusburn branch, the answer had seemed obvious—yes, of course, he would.
But as he stood before the tarmac that led to the plane, he was having many doubts. In fact, he was finding some rather compelling reasons to not go.
Okay, there was only one. The others were minor things, and for the most part, his mind was focused on one reason—flying. Having never flown before, Cecil hadn’t realized that he found the very idea of being suspended high in the sky absolutely terrifying.
So there was that. And, apparently, him leaving was upsetting Benji.
The man currently looked like a kicked puppy—one that randomly growled and lashed out, like it wanted to rip your throat out.
Roth was attempting to comfort the man. But Roth’s efforts consisted of patting Benji on the head, so it was very much not appreciated.
Oh, not to mention, he should probably find blindly following a man to a different city after only one month of dating a bit questionable. So was Cecil really going to do it?
He took a deep breath—yes, yes he was. Cecil was going to get on the death trap, because he didn’t want to be separated from Sin. Gods, what he was feeling was so incredibly sappy and embarrassing.
But that didn’t matter, as Cecil was going. Because knowing his luck, if he didn’t, Sin would finally see that he could do better, and whatever was happening between them would be over.
Sin’s efforts to distract Cecil were not going well. The man looked incredibly pale and his knuckles were almost colorless, due to the death grip Cecil had on the armrests.
“So you have two second-in-commands at Dusburn,” the arcadian reiterated tightly.
“It is a new development. One made with much haste. The other retired right before my trip. Being my enforcers, they were the best candidates. And since they have always worked best when together, it seemed only logical. Though, I am now in need of new enforcers.”
“Don’t you have others?”
“No, which I understand is odd. I have come to the realization that it is inefficient to have so few when my territory is so expansive,” Sin mused.
“If something hadn’t popped up at the last-minute, you would have met Jekyll already.
The man had planned to accompany me. However, Hyde’s relationship ended with his latest partner the day before I left, and Jekyll thought it best for him to stay and comfort his brother. ”
Sin often wondered how Jekyll handled Hyde’s constant stream of boyfriends.
At times, they changed weekly. Though, to be fair, it was less of Hyde being fickle and more about him falling in love too quickly and smothering the men until they left.
Sin would admit, Hyde’s choice in dating prospects usually weren’t much better than his own.
Though his own luck had obviously changed with Cecil.
But usually, one of the twins accompanied him every time he left on a trip. Considering their new position, he had still not decided if that practice would continue. Sin would have to make a decision after discussing it with the twins.
“Are their names really Jekyll and Hyde?” Cecil squeaked when the plane hit some turbulence.
Sin laughed. “Yes, their father was a fan of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The man was also a close friend of Robert Stevenson. Still is, I suppose. Apparently, the story had been finished hundreds of years before, but he hadn’t published it until a brief stint in the First Realm.
From what I have been told, it was altered quite a bit beforehand.
A change in time periods and what not, not to mention the removal of any mention of this realm. ”
“I see.”
For Cecil, no matter what the subject, if Sin commented on events of the past—more specifically, a part of history not necessarily documented—there would be an onslaught of questions. None came. Sin had to say that he was surprised by Cecil’s reaction to flying.
“They will be picking us up at the airport.”
“Mhmm.”
And he had completely lost Cecil. Sin could hear the erratic beating of the arcadian’s heart. He also appeared to be hyperventilating.
Sin reached over from his chair and rubbed Cecil’s leg. “Cecil, breathe.”
“Can’t,” Cecil croaked.
Sin grinned—well, since talking had not worked, Sin supposed he would have to resort to drastic measures. Sliding his hand up Cecil’s leg, he lightly brushed his fingertips over Cecil’s covered cock. The man choked on the air he had been desperately taking in and stared wide-eyed at Sin.
Well, well, what did they have here, Hyde thought with a grin as he watched Sin debark the plane with a young white-haired man. Benji had told him that Cecil was a cutie, but he had failed to mention how beautiful the man was.
Just look at those flushed cheeks—judging from the color in Sin’s, they had been up to something. The two were holding hands and Sin was smiling brightly. The man glowed with happiness—lucky bastard.