Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 165
The Migratory Islands had just crossed the Tropic of Cancer and were approaching the planet’s second spaceport, Wagner. White terns glided low over the treetops of the island forests, skimmed the golden beaches, and gently touched the undulating waves before catching a fish and soaring back into the sky.
Alois Lagrange, holding the leash of his pet dog Pavlov (since he was the one taking care of it, it was probably considered “his”, Alois sometimes thought guiltily), passed through the fence and headed towards the beach to perform his daily duty—walking the dog. However, it was more like the dog was walking him. As soon as Pavlov was let out, it became an untamed wild dog, dragging its owner all over the place. Alois even considered attaching wheels to his feet and letting the dog pull him along.
After running around the small island once, Alois returned to the starting point, panting heavily—the house at the center of the island. It had white walls and red tiles, surrounded by a wooden fence, beyond which was a tall windbreak forest. This quiet home, surrounded by the ocean, beaches, and forest, was where he lived now. After the war ended, he and Joshua drifted in subspace for a long time. When they returned to their world, a year had already passed. Time had healed the scars of war, and even the demolished Sword Bow had been rebuilt after the war. New life was flourishing on what was once ruins. They found Schrödinger and Pavlov there and brought the two animals to the ocean planet of Neo Venice.
They began a new life here, somewhat like a vacation and somewhat like seclusion. They bought a small island (Joshua didn’t even blink when paying for it—his credit card balance could circle the island). They built a house, and when the Migratory Islands returned to the first spaceport, Puccini, this year, their island (designated MIS0919 and nicknamed “Nutcracker”) followed the “Neo Seville” archipelago and became a new member among them.
Having spent most of his time in space, Pavlov, who had little contact with nature, had an extraordinary enthusiasm for the forests and beaches of Nutcracker. If he wasn’t taken out for a run every day, he would boldly harass his owner (typically by drooling, whining, and destroying the sofa). Schrödinger, on the other hand, was deeply melancholic about being on a piece of land surrounded by water. When Alois walked the dog, he often saw the black cat sitting alone on the dock, staring sadly at the horizon.
Alois tied the dog to the kennel, filled its food bowl with enough dog food, and then patted the big dog’s head. “That’s all for now. Joshua will go to the main island later to shop and will buy you more. What flavor do you want? BBQ? Vegetable?”
Pavlov gave the dog food bowl a disdainful look. Spoiled by Celia’s cooking, he always turned his nose up at store-bought bagged dog food. “Oh, now you’re getting picky? I should send you to the prison planet for a few months, then you’ll know how delicious bagged dog food really is. Learn from Schrödinger!” Though Schrödinger’s expression when faced with bagged cat food was similar, at least he didn’t drag his owner around or harass him, and in cold weather, he could even be used as a scarf! Could Pavlov do that? No, he’d just break his owner’s neck!
Alois turned away, pretending not to see Pavlov’s resentful gaze, and resolutely walked into the house. Joshua came out, tying his hair back, with Schrödinger following behind, ears drooping listlessly.
“I’ll be back in the evening,” Joshua said. He had tied his hair into a ponytail, finally accepting this not-so-stylish hairstyle after several battles with the wild ocean wind had left him with less-than-flattering results.
“Try to hurry. The weather forecast says there’ll be a storm tonight.”
“Aha, the weather forecast. If it could be trusted, there’d be nothing in the world worth not trusting.”
“When it starts raining and you don’t have an umbrella, you’ll see the value of the weather forecast.”
Joshua shrugged. “Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll be back early.” He hooked an arm around Alois’s neck and kissed him on the lips. As he left, he saw Pavlov disdainfully pawing at his breakfast and clicked his tongue. “We should hire a professional chef.”
“You, of all people, have no right to say that!”
Alois closed the door and picked up Schrödinger. “Alright, kitty, it’s bath time.” Amid Schrödinger’s terrified screams and fierce struggles, Alois headed to the bathroom.
An hour later, Alois was drying off a half-dead Schrödinger with a towel. Bathing the cat always felt like going into battle. After Joshua discovered that Schrödinger was afraid of water (how had he not known this before?), he entrusted the difficult and honorable task to Alois. “Please, I might accidentally strangle him. You understand.”
I really don’t want to understand, Alois thought. He missed the days when Leo was around. The AI would have taken care of everything. (“The source of human decadence!” Joshua commented. “That’s why modern people are getting lazier!” “How could you say that? Leo would be hurt if he heard you.” “He can’t hear. He’s on a tour in the Federation.”)
Schrödinger, now a fluffy ball of fur, lay motionless on Alois’s lap, pretending to be a cat-shaped pillow. Alois moved him aside just as Pavlov began scratching at the door again, either protesting his food or wanting to go for another walk. Alois pretended not to hear and calmly walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Joshua had broken another microwave yesterday. Its remains lay in the trash, silently lamenting its fate. (Alois thought there should be a sign on the kitchen door saying “Joshua and dogs forbidden entry.”) Joshua would have to buy a new one along with the dog food.
Pavlov’s scratching at the door continued for ten minutes before subsiding. But by the afternoon, it had started up again. The TV was playing a show debunking pseudoscience (“Uncover the Mutant Rat Colonies on Svoya Planet!”), and Schrödinger was sprawled out on the sofa, apparently dead, but still staring intently at the screen. Alois dropped the remote, opened the door, and stepped aside just in time to dodge Pavlov’s leaping attack. Then he grabbed the big dog’s collar and dragged him outside. “Fine, let’s go for a walk!” Pavlov finally looked satisfied, wagging his tongue happily as he ran towards the forest.
Man and dog followed the forest path all the way to the beach, where the tide was out and jagged rocks jutted from the waves. Alois could hardly tell that they were artificial. They looked so natural as if they belonged there, not pushed along by propulsion engines following the ocean currents.
A layer of dark clouds pressed down on the distant horizon, and flashes of lightning could be seen between them. The weather forecast was miraculously accurate.
Alois wrapped the dog’s leash around his left hand and pulled out his communicator with his right, dialing Joshua’s number. It rang for a long time before it was answered.
“Where are you?” Alois asked bluntly.
“On the main island,” Joshua’s voice was slightly muffled by the background noise.
“You should get on the gondola and come back immediately. The weather forecast was damn right—a storm is coming.”
“Uh, I know. Listen, Alois, there’s a bit of a situation here.” Joshua sounded somewhat hesitant. “I went to visit the priest on the main island, but… oh, damn, I’ve got to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can, don’t worry. You don’t need to wait for me for dinner.”
Pavlov ran over with a crab in his mouth, proudly showing it to his owner. Alois gasped and yanked the crab out of his mouth. “Damn it, this thing could snap your tongue off, you dumb dog!”
“What? What’s going to snap off?” Joshua asked amid the background noise.
“Nothing! No dinner for you! Goodbye!” Alois quickly hung up and hurried away from the beach with Pavlov in tow. The dog, reluctant to leave his “trophy”, seemed confused as to why his owner didn’t appreciate it.
By the time they returned home, the dark clouds had already settled over the island. Alois let the big dog inside, and it immediately leaped onto the sofa with a howl, joining Schrödinger in watching the mutant rats on TV (the black cat didn’t even acknowledge it, much to Pavlov’s dismay).
Dinner was rather lonely, even with the company of a cat and a dog. Alois absentmindedly finished his bread, wondering what Joshua was doing. The wind outside was growing louder, the windbreak forest groaning like a roaring sea. Although Neo Venice’s officials and architects had assured them that the island and house could withstand a Category 11 typhoon, Alois still felt nervous whenever a storm hit, fearing the house might be blown away.
He stacked the dishes in the kitchen for the dishwasher to handle, then checked all the doors and windows to make sure they were securely locked. Raindrops began to splatter against the glass, tracing countless silver lines. The forest outside, like a shadowy ghost, twisted wildly in the storm. At the tops of the shadows, lightning flashed, illuminating the rolling clouds. The waves crashed against the base of the floating island, sending faint tremors and rumbling echoes through the house.
This wasn’t Alois’s first storm at sea, but this time, he was genuinely scared because it was the first time he was facing the overwhelming power of nature alone. Humans always seemed so small in the face of nature.
He made a round of the house, checking every room, and finally returned to the living room. The TV signal had been cut off, leaving the holographic screen filled with static. The sofa was claimed by Schrödinger and Pavlov (they loved the static). Alois picked up the cat and sat down in its spot, with the big dog resting its head on his lap.
“Are you scared, Pavlov?” Alois asked, looking down at the big dog. “The wind and rain outside are so fierce, you must be terrified, right?”
The dog barked, though it was unclear whether it was agreeing or denying. Alois assumed it was agreeing because he was scared too.
“When will Joshua come back?” he muttered to himself. Maybe Joshua didn’t plan to return. In such a storm, he wouldn’t be able to make it back anyway. How ironic, Alois thought. He can travel across half the galaxy, roam the universe, but he’s blocked by a storm on the ground. He tried calling Joshua again but couldn’t get through. The storm and lightning must have disrupted the signal, making him even more anxious.
As time ticked by, the storm grew fiercer, as if a giant dragon was roaring outside. Several times, Alois thought he heard someone knocking at the door, but when he risked being blown away by opening it, he was disappointed to find it was just the wind shaking the door. Joshua was undoubtedly spending the night on the main island. What was he doing now? Was he thinking of him too?
Alois, holding the black cat, rested his head on the warm body of the big dog and began to doze off. The boredom of waiting always made him sleepy. In his half-asleep state, he heard knocking at the door again. It must be the wind again, he thought. But he instinctively got up and went to the door, unlatched it, and pulled it open.
The blast of wind mixed with rain that hit him nearly knocked him off his feet! He stumbled back, struggling to breathe, and before he could fully grasp what was happening, someone caught him and pulled him into a wet embrace. The drenched sensation immediately woke him up.
“…Joshua?!”
The assassin struggled to close the door and latch it. “I’m glad to see you’re still awake,” he said. “If you hadn’t opened the door, I was planning to climb in through the window.”
He was soaked from head to toe as if he had just crawled out of the water. His silver hair was disheveled and plastered to his shoulders, dripping water that quickly pooled on the floor.
“You came back in this storm?” Alois exclaimed, his mouth agape in shock.
“Yeah.” The assassin smiled. “If I had known piloting a gondola in a storm was this difficult, I wouldn’t have come back… I almost fell into the sea!” He was freezing, his lips pale.
“Don’t do that again! What if something happens? You think you’re piloting the Lady of the Night?”
“But I promised you I’d come back.” Joshua hugged Alois around the waist and kissed him hard. “I’m so cold. I need warmth. You seem warm inside. I want to go in…”
“Go take a shower, or you’ll end up as Joshua ‘Cold’ Planck.”
Joshua reluctantly let go of him. “I went through all this trouble to get back, and you’re this cold?” he complained as he headed to the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints.
“How do you want me to thank you?”
Joshua pulled the bathroom door halfway shut, glanced back, and left behind a seductive smile that was as enticing as could be. Before Alois could fully decipher the meaning behind that smile, the door slammed shut, and the sound of running water filled the room.
Alois walked to the door, looking down at the steam seeping out from under it. The door was frosted glass, allowing a faint view of the figure behind it, swaying in the steam. Alois felt his mouth go dry. It’s too cold, he thought. I could use some warming up too.
“I visited the priest on the main island today,” Joshua said, his voice echoing from the bathroom. “But he accidentally fell into the sea and is now in the hospital.”
“Why did you go to see that old man?”
“To consult him on where to hold a wedding. He recommended Vincent Cathedral in Wagner, modeled after the Sistine Chapel, absolutely beautiful.”
Alois’s heart skipped a beat. “Uh, I thought… just registering would be enough…”
“Don’t you like weddings? Imagine us standing side by side in a church, with guests from afar behind us and, in front of us, the cross and the priest. The priest asks, ‘Joshua, do you take Alois to be your partner, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, never to part?’ And I say, ‘I do.’ Then the priest asks, ‘Alois, do you take Joshua to be your partner, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, never to part?’ And you say, ‘I do.’ Then the priest says, ‘Groom, you may kiss the groom.’—Don’t you like that?”
“Of course, I like it…”
“Then what’s the problem?” Joshua’s tone was matter-of-fact.
Alois touched his neck, which felt like something was crawling on it, making it itchy. He yanked off his jacket, tossed it aside, and opened the door to the steam-filled bathroom. Beyond the white mist, Joshua was lying in the bathtub, his long limbs stretched out freely, water droplets sliding down his beautifully muscled body, merging into the faintly visible water.
“Complimentary massage service.” Alois said, stripping off his clothes as he walked and stepping naked into the bathtub, straddling Joshua’s legs. The water spilled over the edge, but he didn’t care, wrapping his arms around Joshua’s neck and kissing him while deliberately rubbing against the other’s groin.
The passionate kiss continued until both were breathless. The assassin licked and sucked on Alois’s Adam’s apple, mumbling, “Where’s the massage service?”
Alois shifted upward, pressing his own organ against Joshua’s abdomen, and with his hand, slowly stroked both of their members together. Their sacs bumped against each other below, while the heads above rubbed against each other, soon fully erect and breaking the surface of the water.
Joshua’s kisses trailed downward, nipping at Alois’s collarbone, leaving several bite marks. Alois hummed contentedly and shifted up further, guiding Joshua’s cock to rub against his perineum, circling his entrance, the hole opening and closing as if eager to swallow the thick object, but Alois deliberately refrained from doing so. He provocatively used his member to nudge Joshua’s stomach, leaving a wet trail.
“Let me top this time?” he asked, panting.
Joshua was patient and didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned down, taking Alois’s nipple into his mouth, his tongue skillfully teasing the sensitive nub while one hand slipped behind his back, finding the entrance along the cleft of his ass.
“You always play this game!” Alois narrowed his eyes.
“Can you blame me? You wanted it yourself.” Joshua inserted a finger, probing the hot and soft interior, skillfully finding the sensitive spot and pressing down.
Alois yanked on his hair. “Don’t touch that!” he gasped. “Damn it, I… I’m going to cum…”
“Then let it out.”
“Then you’ll happily top me, right?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Joshua added another finger. “Don’t you like it?”
Alois, breathing heavily, let go of his hair and glared at the assassin, exasperated. “I like it!” he admitted, somewhat resigned.
The assassin pulled out his fingers and patted his butt. “Let’s move to the bed.”
Alois stumbled out of the bathtub, feeling awkward as his erection bobbed between his legs. He grabbed a towel and hastily dried himself before wrapping it around his waist.
“No one’s watching. What are you so afraid of?” Joshua hugged him from behind, lifting him onto his shoulder, and headed straight out of the bathroom and upstairs.
“Put me down!” Alois shouted into his ear. “And dry yourself off, Joshua ‘Cold’ Planck!”
“If I do get sick, you’ll have to take care of me, bringing me tea, providing massage services, and more, Alois ‘Butler’ Lagrange.”
As they passed through the living room, Schrödinger lifted his head to glance at them, then disdainfully turned away, wearing a cold and haughty expression as if to say, “Foolish humans, always in heat,” and casually stepped on the curious Pavlov, pushing him back onto the sofa.
Upon reaching the upstairs bedroom, Joshua tossed Alois onto the bed and leaned over him. The fierce kiss left Alois dizzy, unsure if it was from lack of oxygen or his racing heartbeat. He pushed Joshua’s wet hair back and caressed his neck, noticing that the assassin’s skin had warmed up, no longer cold but rather a bit too warm. He felt the same way. His lower body was so engorged it was about to burst, and if he hadn’t been desperately holding back to avoid seeming too inpatient, he would have already cum. But the emptiness in his rear ass even harder to bear—without Joshua’s fingers there, it felt unbearably empty, desperately needing something to fill it—he was about to go crazy!
“Damn it… Hurry up and enter me…” Alois reached under Joshua, trying to find what would satisfy him, but the assassin skillfully evaded him.
“Weren’t you just shouting that you wanted to top?”
“For God’s sake, I was just… saying it…” Alois’s chest heaved with intensity. “Please, Joshua… hurry…”
“Good resolve.” The assassin nodded, but instead of immediately entering him, he stepped back a few paces, pulled Alois up, and led him to the other side of the bedroom. There, an entire wall was made of large floor-to-ceiling windows, tightly locked, with storm clouds churning outside, lightning flashing, and the storm sweeping over the drifting island.
Alois was pressed against the glass, his cheek against the cold surface. He tried to press his entire body against it, hoping to cool down the burning heat inside him. Joshua gripped his waist from behind and thrust into him.
“Ngh…” A helpless moan escaped through Alois’s clenched teeth. He couldn’t stand steadily. If he hadn’t been wedged between Joshua and the glass, he would have collapsed long ago. Joshua thrust forcefully, the huge, hot object splitting open his tender insides, pounding deep into his tight passage over and over again. The assault was fierce, as if trying to break him, yet incredibly gentle at the same time, each thrust carefully grinding against his sensitive spots, bringing an indescribable pleasure.
“Ah… slower… I… I can’t take it…” Alois begged, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. He had already climaxed once, his seed splattering against the glass, slowly dripping down to the floor, creating an abstract, erotic painting against the backdrop of the storm outside.
His passage was scorching hot after the climax, the walls tightly gripping Joshua’s cock, rhythmically contracting as he thrust in and out. The assassin loved to take him right after he climaxed, as it was when Alois lost all rationality, his body at its most sensitive and wanton. His small, wet hole would eagerly suck at the thick shaft, like a hungry mouth craving the rough treatment and the thick, sticky essence. Joshua loved to ravage Alois until he was utterly broken, filling him up until that greedy little mouth couldn’t take in any more liquid.
The assassin licked Alois’s earlobe and whispered, “Cry out.”
Alois bit his lip, clinging to the last shred of sanity, and refused.
“No one will hear you. Cry out. Scream.”
“I… I can’t… Ah, ah, ah…!”
Joshua thrust deep a few more times, his right hand gripping Alois’s penis, expertly stroking it.
The simultaneous assault from both ends shattered his last defenses. Alois pressed his forehead against the glass, his ears filled with a loud rumbling, unsure whether it was the thunder outside or the sound of his own blood rushing. Just beyond the glass was the roaring storm, and behind him, Joshua’s strong, fit body was tightly pressed against him. His lower body was being ruthlessly pounded, while inside him, a torrent of lust swept through his entire being, robbing him of the ability to think. All he could do was move his body in rhythm with Joshua’s thrusts, obeying every command to gain more pleasure.
“Cry out,” the assassin commanded for the third time.
Finally, Alois surrendered. Amidst the howling wind and thunder, he gave in to his body’s instincts and moaned aloud. Soon, his moans turned into wanton cries. “Faster… Ah, ah, ah, Joshua… faster… deeper… Ah, ah…” The response was an even fiercer thrust.
Both of them responded to each other with the most intense actions, like two wild beasts in heat. Joshua drove Alois to another orgasm by the window and released his own load inside him. Then they returned to the bed for another round, fighting fiercely until they both reached their peak once more. Joshua then grabbed Alois, pulling him close to his chest.
“I always keep my promises to you,” he said.
Alois mumbled something in response. He was utterly exhausted and fell asleep in the assassin’s warm embrace. Joshua’s cock was still inside him, but he didn’t feel uncomfortable—instead, there was a satisfying sense of being filled.
Joshua smiled helplessly, pulling the blanket over their bodies. He held his sleeping lover tightly, listening to the wind and thunder outside. He had experienced more ups and downs in life than most could imagine, and now, on this secluded island, he had finally found his own happiness. Compared to his past, this life might seem dull, but as long as he could still hold this person in his arms, every day would be filled with joy and contentment.
The person he held was his entire world.
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