Chapter 68: Chapter 68 Pampered by two men; kissed by two.
Like an egg or something extremely pampered, Alexander held Daniel protectively as he headed to the elevator, carrying him all the way to Xylander’s room.
Alex knew Xylander would be worried sick, so he decided to bring Daniel there. Throughout the walk, Daniel hadn’t woken up, and Alex grew apprehensive, doubting if Adrian and his crew had harmed him.
Unaware of the blood Daniel had lost, Alex assumed he was only unconscious, not realizing he had been forced into that state.
Stopping at Xylander’s door, Alex swiped a card at the monitor. It clicked open immediately, and he entered, finally laying Daniel down on Xylander’s massive bed.
Just as he placed Daniel on the mattress, the door burst open and Xylander rushed in like a thief escaping public eyes. He was panting, gasping wildly, his ragged breath making Alexander’s nerves spike.
"Xylander, I told you I’m handling this. If you collapse, have you forgotten you’re asthmatic?" Alex scolded, his tone more like a lecture.
But Xylander didn’t hear him—his entire focus was on Daniel lying peacefully on the bed.
"Why is he like that? Isn’t he supposed to be awake?" Xylander asked, his voice doubtful, almost trembling.
Like a scared puppy, he dashed toward his husband’s sleeping figure, pressing his ear against Daniel’s chest. His face went stiff and frozen, like ice shattering into expressionlessness.
"What is it...?" Alexander asked, worried about Xylander’s sudden change in aura.
"He’s not breathing. His heart isn’t moving like usual." Xylander’s voice cracked as panic took over, his breathing turning shallow. He stumbled back, hyperventilating again, grabbing for his phone in a frenzy.
The doctor—he needed the doctor. And by miracle, the family doctor’s line connected immediately.
"Doctor, please, come over to my place—it’s an emergency!" Xylander’s ragged breath echoed into the receiver.
Alexander stood there, trying to process it all. Not breathing? Impossible. But when he rushed to Daniel himself, searching for a pulse, he realized it was true—no breath, no heartbeat.
"No! He can’t be this injured. No, this isn’t possible!" Alexander muttered, gripping Daniel’s cold hands and trying to massage warmth back into them.
The contact was far too intimate, Alex dangerously close—almost like a kiss—but none of that mattered to Xylander. To him, Alexander needed to go closer, to bring Daniel back somehow.
"Why isn’t it working, Alexander? Why?! You promised me he’d be alright!" Xylander’s panic hit another level.
Alexander felt suffocated. On one side, Daniel wasn’t responding to any stimulation. On the other, Xylander was spiraling, breathless by the second.
"Xylander, tell me you have your inhaler," Alex asked urgently. But the confused man was too far gone to even know.
"The fuck..." Alexander cursed under his breath, face-palming before grabbing Xylander’s face in both hands. Without hesitation, he slammed his lips onto his, prying them open with his tongue and breathing air into him.
Xylander inhaled desperately, trying to focus, syncing his rhythm with Alexander’s forced breaths. When the kiss finally broke, he collapsed backward onto the couch, gasping but stable.
"Stay here and calm down. I’m here, remember? Anytime Alexander’s around, catastrophe is flagged down," Alexander declared firmly. Xylander could only sit there, still shaken, while Alex turned his full attention back to Daniel.
Still rubbing Daniel’s palms, Alexander tore off his upper clothes, exposing his chest. He bent down, pressed his lips against Daniel’s, and used his tongue to part them, pushing air deeper, forcing breath back into him.
Then, miracle—emerald eyes shot open. Daniel stared at him, eye to eye, alive.
Alexander froze, feeling awkward, embarrassed. He straightened up, ready to step away, but Daniel reached for him, dragging him back despite flinching from the pain. Alexander rushed to support him, joined immediately by Xylander, who practically flew across the room at the sight of Daniel moving.
"Hubby, you’re awake—finally. What happened?" Xylander asked, touching his head gently. His fingers found a large lump on Daniel’s forehead, and rage surged through him.
"They dared to lay filthy hands on you? They’ll die. Every last one of them—I hope they’re already dead," Xylander raged, trembling with fury.
Alexander placed a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. "Leave them for now. Go take care of your husband. When Daniel’s fully recovered, he can choose their fate."
Xylander’s expression softened. Yes—Daniel was the priority.
Daniel, on the other hand, felt pure joy on hearing Adrian was captured. His lips twisted, imagining punishments—hot iron? Cow whip? No, too merciful. A sadistic smile spread across his face.
"Oh, Adrian Valez... you’ll die by my hands."
"How can I ever thank you? You’re the truest friend and closest companion I could ask for," Xylander said, hugging Alexander tightly.
But Daniel’s mind lingered on that kiss—why did it feel so passionate, like Alex had wanted it, not just out of necessity? The heat of it still blazed in his chest.
Alexander smiled, accepting the hug. When Daniel looked at him, their eyes locked in a lust-filled gaze.
"And that kiss was hot!" Xylander suddenly commented.
"I never knew you could kiss like that—you never even taught me," he praised, leaving Daniel stunned.
What? He was the one hot in the head—what were they talking about?
"Pardon? Who kissed who? I thought he only kissed me," Daniel asked, confusion written all over him.
Xylander smirked, squatting beside him. "Daniel, he helped me when I was breathless. I’m asthmatic, so it was the only way. And damn, he could kiss. Hot. That tongue—he really knows how to use it."
Daniel’s lips curved into a sly smile.
"Then he should continue the lecture. I need to give my thank-you kiss, and my husband here needs to learn the theory of a good kiss. Why don’t you help us, Alex?" Daniel proposed wickedly.
Alexander blinked, baffled. Xylander wasn’t angry—in fact, he looked turned on. Speechless, Alex could only gape.
This couple... they’ll be the death of me.
But how could he say no? Not to these stunning specimens he’d been craving.
"But... the doctor?" he reminded weakly.
"Till he comes. For now, don’t keep the Queen waiting. Think of it as relaxation—especially with the pain he’s in," Xylander coaxed, pulling him closer.
"Here goes nothing," Alexander muttered before pressing his lips against Daniel’s again, slow and soft.
Xylander stood there watching as Alexander bent lower, deepening the kiss. But when it grew more sensual, Daniel dragged Xylander down too, capturing his lips as well.
Xylander mimicked Alexander’s technique, sliding his tongue into Daniel’s mouth. Soon, both men delved deeper, their tongues colliding with Daniel’s. Daniel arched, drawing them in further, until they kissed each other too—hot, raw, unstoppable.
Daniel stood between them, letting them rake their tongues across his neck, then lower, toward his chest.
Alexander reconnected with his lips, slipping his tongue inside again, whispering forbidden words between breaths:
"I want more of you..." His eyes burned with lust and adoration.
Daniel arched back, shivering. Nothing was more satisfying than having two men at his feet, worshiping him.
God, it was so damn hot.
Xylander was right.