Chapter 8.2

As soon as he left the airport and got into the sedan, Miller checked his cell phone first. He went to Hong Kong to find out about Han Cheng. He didn’t take his Korean phone because he had to move in strict secrecy.

What he learned as he was on a reckless business trip confirmed that Ben’s eyes were thanks to a mixture of blood from the East.

Dealing with an important vampire like Han Cheng had long been Jonas’s specialty. He tried to approach him with sweet talk, but there was no evidence so he denied and Miller went to Hong Kong by himself.

Miller was displeased that his plan kept going a little against him.

Sitting in the back seat, Miller sighed quietly as he checked the text message that came from Ben.

Ben was generally someone who kept his distance from others, and that was the same for Miller. He wouldn’t ask people where they went or what they did as he didn’t want to give the impression that he was curious.

Ben was the one who should have given him enough freedom anyway, but there was no contact between them for a week, and all the messages from Ben were common, such as whether he had eaten or slept well. There was no anger or concern about why he couldn’t contact him.

Miller sighed in an unknown disappointment and sadness.

He had certainly approached him for the purpose of using him once, but now he only thought about what he could do to make Ben treat him more comfortably. Now that they were in a relationship, they had to be more affectionate toward each other or feel that they were in a special relationship. That way, it would be easier to deceive Jonas’s eyes.

Miller closed his eyes slightly, burying himself deep into the seat. Then, he felt a light vibration on the cell phone that he was holding.

He didn’t correct the text because he was lazy, and felt the vibration again about 10 minutes later. Miller fixed his posture and checked his cell phone with a slight chill in the back of the neck.

He blinked slowly for a moment. He thought he had read it wrongly because his eyes hadn’t adjusted to the time difference yet. If he was right, it was Ben who sent the text.

To be blunt, it was Ben, the second most unfriendly person in the world, who wanted to see him.

Miller’s hand sent him an answer right away before he could process everything. The text messages that were sent one after the other were not like Ben at all, but the mere sight of them made his toes tickle. It felt like he was a bit grumpy.

It was his first time seeing something like this. Somehow, he thought it was “cute” to see someone who had difficulty expressing their feelings to be like that.

Knowing he was home, Miller drove right into Ben’s flat, stopping in front, took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened, and Ben was half surprised while looking at Miller with rabbit eyes. Miller touched the floor with the umbrella, hiding the laugh that wanted to be out as Ben had a clear expression that he didn’t expect Miller to come.

“How did you…”

“You said you missed me.”

As he tried to calm himself down, Ben closed his lips and turned his head. He looked both sorry and troubled.

Miller couldn’t say anything because he started to think whether the text was a joke.

“…I really didn’t expect you to come at all.”

A little later, a hesitant voice came out from Ben’s mouth.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Miller looked straight at Ben’s face and asked him, making Ben sigh loudly. Even though it was just a sigh, Miller’s ears could hear that better than anything else.

“Miller.”

Miller then nodded at the voice calling him lowly.

“Are you kidding me? Have you ever been in a relationship?”

Looking at Ben speaking very quickly as if he was very upset and angry, Miller looked foolish again. Miller was a little dumbfounded by Ben’s behavior because he knew Ben didn’t date anyone, or at least that it could be called so.

Whether Miller had or not, Ben walked nervously and stood still right in front of his nose.

“Do you really need me to say it?”

Before Ben went to bed, he used to contact him using the pretext of work, but now he spoke out in discontent over the sudden cut-off of contact. Unknowingly, Miller’s head shook from side to side.

Ben stared at Miller’s face without further comment. Miller slowly lifted his long arm and pulled Ben’s shoulder slightly to hide his stiff face from him.

It hurt Miller to see Ben, who seemed to trust and rely on him completely. It was a relationship that began with deceiving from the start, so showing that much faith made him feel guilty.

Miller sighed in his mind and recalled the suspect who killed Han Cheng, then he frowned. It would be nice if this ordinary routine continued, but it wouldn’t. It was such a fragile and shallow routine.

Ben and Miller went into the flat together. As soon as the door was closed, Miller carefully bit and pulled Ben’s lips and kissed him. In a swallowing kiss, Ben closed his arms around Miller’s neck and accepted his lips. They stopped and they could feel each other’s breaths.

Ben deliberately tangled Miller’s hair with the palm of his hand. The well-dressed man began to feel hot because of the arousal.

Miller pressed his lips against Ben’s blonde hair and his eyes sparkled. Ben felt as if he had become a rabbit in front of a leopard. At the sight of becoming food, Ben was nervous for a moment. Miller’s eyes seemed to really want to eat him.

Miller and Ben, who had been looking at each other for a while, began to unbuckle each other’s pants, put their hands into their underwear and rub their dicks. As they touched the glan, passed the body, and touched the testicles, it was hard to tell whose it belonged to.

Miller took off Ben’s pants and began rubbing their dicks together. They made a squishy sound as the damply flowing cocks touched.

Miller hugged Ben and kept moving. Ben was held tightly in Miller’s arms while flinching. Miller looked at Ben, who looked as if he wanted to moan.

The moment their eyes met, Miller blushed as if he wanted to keep eating him. Ben looked at Miller’s face as if he had been bewitched.

Unable to know what kind of face he had, Miller turned Ben’s body, hugged his back, and rubbed his penis between Ben’s butt. There was nothing to hold, so Ben’s hands roamed the air.

As Ben stretched his palm and leaned against the door, Miller lifted one of Ben’s knees with his wrist. Ben breathed out loud as he felt opening up in the bottom. The breath coming out of his mouth felt hot.

Miller kept rubbing the wet genitals between Ben’s butt with the precum from the two genitals, making Ben’s butt wet.

Miller’s desire was aroused as he watched him exhale with his back clearly revealed. If he hadn’t eaten on the plane, he would have lost his temper and taken Ben.

Miller intentionally moved his waist powerfully as the idea of biting the back of Ben’s neck became stronger and stronger. He opened the wet hole that had precum and pushed his cock.

“Uhh.”

Miller sucked Ben’s earlobe slightly while a moan bursted out of Ben’s mouth.

“People will hear you from the outside, don’t forget that the door leads to a street.”

As Miller made fun of Ben, Ben looked at Miller with tears in his eyes. Miller licked the tears. The salty taste on the tip of his tongue made him laugh. Miller started moving again, thinking that it would have been much sweeter if it had been blood.

Pushing his penis into the hole, he forced his thickest part into, before the rest were sucked in right after.

“Haaah.”

An unfamiliar sense of mass filled his lower abdomen, causing Ben to let out a rough breath. Licking Ben’s red ears with his tongue, Miller pulled and pushed his dick back many times.

As the hole became accustomed to Miller’s penis, he moved faster and faster.

Miller kept his mouth shut as he looked at the penis coming and going between the coveted butt. Nowhere else was up to Miller’s taste. His unstoppable heart seemed to throb. He touched Ben’s body and felt his body temperature rise.

“Ben.”

When Miller called Ben’s name like a spell, Ben tightened down. Ben began to rub his dick between the door and his abdomen. The frictioned genitals brought joy with bitterness.

Ben’s hair became a mess every time Miller thrusted in. His whole body was full of excitement and couldn’t think of anything else. Ben bit his molar and his back trembled.

“It’s just your second time, but I think you’ve adapted to this too quickly.”

Miller said that Ben was obscene. He wanted to argue, but all he could do was moan excitedly.

“You like it?”

“Uhh, mn, ack.”

When Ben answered, Miller quicken the pace until he cummed. Wet secretions fill the inner wall of Ben.

Ben’s leg on Miller’s wrist trembled helplessly and he spilled white semen on the door.

Sex from the front door passed through the living room to the bedroom. They were like hungry beasts on the pretext of being a long time since the first time, and Miller was taking Ben with his legs wide open.

Whenever Ben was as if he wouldn’t let go of Miller, Miller hugged Ben in his arms. It was Ben who fell asleep first after the sex that seemed to never end, frantically coveting and clinging to each other.

Miller pressed his lips on his cheek when he saw Ben sleeping. The sun was rising in the distance. Miller moved quietly out of the bedroom, wrote a short note and placed it on the table.

[I’ll call you later.]

After reading the note one more time, Miller quietly slipped out of Ben’s flat. This was the end of their love affair, now it was their turn to return to their daily lives.

The next morning, Ben was a little sad to see Miller’s absence, but he just laughed at the memo. Anyway, it was like a war now. He understood that Miller was in a hurry because he had to finish his work if he wanted to have peace.

Ben jumped out of bed, determined to go out for holy water after recalling that last time he ran out of bullets.

He rented a car from the yard and was driving toward Dartmoor, where holy water was located, and his cell phone vibrated lightly. Ben held the steering wheel in one hand and pressed the call button, putting the phone between his ears and shoulders.

“Yes?”

“Han Cheng is dead.”

When Miller heard Ben’s voice, he immediately spat out what he had prepared. Miller intentionally called him to tell the news. He didn’t want to see dark feelings like despair or disappointment that would pop into Ben’s face if he said it face to face.

Surprised by Miller’s words, Ben froze in the driver’s seat. Stepping on the brakes, the sound of the tires were heard loudly on the road, and the next moment, Ben headed to the hospital’s morgue that Miller had mentioned, without listening to the behind the scenes story.

A rough turn on the steering wheel caused the road to scratch loudly, but his heart was beating louder than that.

He thought Miller talked about something more on the phone, but only one thing remained in his head.

Han Cheng is dead? Is he really dead?

As he entered the morgue thoughtlessly in a hasty step, there was a chill in his body. The waiting time in the hallway felt too long.

After a while, he was able to identify the stiff body with a medical examiner.

The body he showed Ben was just like the face Miller showed him in a picture. He couldn’t believe it ended in vain after all those years of chasing.

Ben stared blankly at the dead man’s face for a long time. He got goosebumps all over his body looking at that face similar to his own. The irritation and discomfort that penetrated from the top of his head to his toes caused Ben to nauseate a little.

No matter how pale he was, Ben thought it was because he had died that his skin looked unusually bluish. He could tell from his palid face that he was terrified by what he had seen before he died.

Ben didn’t listen to the medical examiner’s explanation as he was staring at the body for a long time without moving.

“Exactly one shot to the head, and he died.”

“A bullet?”

Ben suddenly came to his senses when he said that. He forgot the most important fact just because he was in a hurry to confirm that he was dead.

Han Cheng was a vampire. It didn’t make sense that a vampire body was this clean. There was no body of such a clean vampire other than the vampires he shot and killed.

The perfect way to kill an eternal vampire. One, cut his head and burn it on fire. Two, inject holy water into their dry blood vessels. The majority of the bodies of vampires weren’t intact because they could not be killed in this way.

Feeling ominous, Ben swallowed dry saliva once and checked the body again. He then spat out a short groan as he saw traces of a bullet that penetrated through the right temple and broke through the left temple.

“Do you happen to have a picture of the scene?”

“Yes, not many, but there are still a few.”

Ben looked over the photo given by the medical examiner with impatience. As expected, there were no signs of disturbance at the scene. There was no need to check what surprised him before he died or the cause of the bluish skin.

“I thought it was suicide, wasn’t it?”

The medical examiner asked again, but Ben hurried out of the morgue without answering. It was clear who killed Han Cheng.

“Joseph!”

Ben was so excited that he shouted his name as soon as he entered MKV. At that sound, another officer pointed his finger at the inspector’s private office. Perhaps he was already being called.