The forest air crackles with tension as Xuan Cheng shoves Genya against a gnarled tree, his forearm pressing hard against the younger man's throat. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the dangerous glint in his violet eyes.

"You think you can hide from me?" His voice is a low growl against Genya's ear, sending shivers down the younger slayer's spine. "Every time you look at me with those pretty eyes, I can see exactly what you want."

Genya's hands fist at his sides, struggling against the arousal pooling in his gut. "You're sick," he gasps, but there's no real heat behind the words.

Xuan Cheng smirks, pressing his body tighter against Genya's. "Then why are you hard for me, little brother?" His free hand slides down to cup Genya through his uniform, eliciting a choked moan. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll stop."

Genya's head falls back against the tree, eyes fluttering shut. He knows he should push him away, should scream for help, but when Xuan Cheng's thumb brushes over his straining erection, all coherent thought vanishes.

"Please..." The word escapes before he can stop it.

Xuan Cheng's laugh is dark and dangerous. "That's my good boy."