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Freeman (BL)

Luke Freeman, the genius of the century, just got out of prison, after being falsely imprisoned there for two years for the murder of his guardian. When he got out, he was assigned a therapist by his best friend. He doesn't like his therapist, Tim. He always tries to get involved in his personal life, and there is no escaping their weekly session together. Unfortunately, for him though, a laboratory accident lands him and his therapist a thousand and five hundred years in the past, but the worst part is that they aren't in their sixteenth century, the sixteenth century of a different dimension. Fortunately, Luke's guardian who is supposed to be dead is here as well... But he is here ruling as an evil king, who is slowly turning this dimension into what is his definition of the perfect world. That's not good. Now, Luke, Tim, and a group of people from this world are on a mission to stop the evil ruler from his mission. However, this might be a fun adventure for Luke and Tim. "Ugh, I wish I had a full glass of ninety-eight percent alcohol in my system," Luke commented boredly. "But that would kill you," Time replies. Luke rolls his eyes. "That is the f**king point, roach." Or maybe not...

SOS_2506 · LGBT+
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106 Chs

Chapter 79

Luke returned to the tent and got started on the modification of a refrigerator and he didn't come out from his lab throughout. Why? Because he's still angry at Tim.

He stayed there for the few days he was there. The first thing he saw was a very pale Tim. He crossed his arms. "What do you want?" he asked.

"To apologize again for what I said that night," Tim said in a low voice.

Luke observed him closely and saw he was truly sorry. "Alright then," he said pulling Tim inside the lab and opening his shirt. He forgot that Tim needed to feed off of him regularly or he would look close to death.

Tim wasted no time biting him and taking small sips of his blood. He was holding him tight and not letting him go.

Luke pats his head. "Sorry for locking myself away and making it impossible for you to feed."

"You drank a few days ago," Tim muttered as he continued.