26 DROWN

THE ROOM IS SILENT. Tears continue to pour out of my eyes as I hold Cyrus close to me. Every time I'm with this man, I end up feeling helpless, like all my reasons just magically vanishes every time my eyes would fall on him.

How good of an actor, a liar, and a manipulator is he?

"Shower you with my truths?" He repeats.

I shot my eyes back open to look at him. And Cyrus takes out a handkerchief from his coat and gently wipes away the tears on my cheek.

"I haven't lied to you Vincent Carter, but believe me, you do not want to hear my truths." He says as he effortlessly lifts me off of him so I wouldn't sit on his lap anymore. Before I could do anything, Cyrus stands from the couch and looks back at me with a serious expression. An expression that tells me that he wasn't going to play along with me anymore.

"What do you want?" He asks me with no hesitation. Like he was sure that I was here because I needed something from him. I gulp and look away from him. If I look at him any further then I don't know what I'll do.

"Maybe my question was wrong. What did you hear? What did my siblings tell you this time?" Cyrus asks next. The questions were so sudden that I instantly look back at him again. Though I wasn't even surprised that he somehow knows I talked to his siblings. This is Cyrus Delton we're talking about.

"I heard nothing," I say.

"You gotta lie better than that Vincent Carter." He answers as he puts his handkerchief back in his pockets. I stare at his smug face for a moment. And without a second thought, I walk towards him and punch him so hard he stumbles backward.

The action was something that Cyrus wasn't able to calculate. He might have forgotten, but I'm still a cop. I still went to the military, and I still have the strength to put him down. Just because I showed him my vulnerable side, it doesn't mean he could play with me so easily like this.

There are still tons of things that this man does not know about me too.

"My patience is getting thinner and thinner mister Cyrus Delton," I tell him; my voice filled with anger.

Cyrus composes himself first. He wipes the blood on the side of his mouth and looks back at me, "That's the reason." He says out of nowhere. He then massages his jaw and continues, "You're a cop."

I don't know why but I was suddenly caught off guard after hearing him say it. It was like he was able to read my mind just a few moments ago.

"And what do cops usually do about other people's truths?" He asks me, and for the first time, I finally understood him. I told myself that Cyrus must have forgotten who I really am, but the truth is, he never did. He always considered the fact that I'm here to investigate his family.

The truth is, it's me who has forgotten. I'm the one who was acting. Ever since he taught me the Saint role, I've slowly been consumed by my bodyguard role. I didn't even notice it.

"But to me, you're not just a cop." Cyrus quickly adds, surprising me.

"You're not just a cop, that's why I asked you about what you wanted. Because you knowing my truth is just as important as me knowing your wants." He explains to me, and I was left speechless by what I heard.

Cyrus doesn't say anything any further. But after keeping silent for a few more seconds, I finally ask back, "So you want to know what I want?"

Cyrus takes a step closer and nods his head as an answer.

I take a deep breath and finally tell him, "I want to know the reason why you're making me do all these things. I want to know the reason why you keep on confusing me like this. I want to know the reason why you want to fucking kill Luis Fletcher, the man who took care of you when everyone in this household treated you like shit!" I shout at Cyrus. And this time, it was his turn to be left speechless.

After saying everything that has been keeping me from feeling like I was losing sanity, I start panting heavily, like I just ran a marathon. I don't even notice that my eyes are filled with tears again.

"What is this about?" Cyrus asks; his voice calmer now.

I take a deep breath and just sit on the couch in silence.

"Vincent." He calls out.

I look at my aching knuckles and tell him, "Do you know why I'm so mad right now?"

Cyrus obviously doesn't answer, so I continue, "It's because I realized that killing someone like Luis is so easy for you, so maybe killing a monster like Adam Delton didn't even make you hesitate."

I finally look back at Cyrus, but this time, my eyes weren't filled with tears anymore, "If I ever find out that the person who killed Adam was you, and you're only making me look like a fool by letting me play this wild goose chase, then I swear on Luis's grave that I will put you in a coffin instead of a prison."

"What did you just say?" He asks me confusingly.

I don't want to answer him, but there's no point in hiding it now. I pull something out from the waistband of my pants and show it to Cyrus. It's Tobias's knife. Just the sight of it almost makes Cyrus stumble back again because he knows the exact reason why I have it before I could even give him an explanation.

"Looks like I have another person on my kill list," I tell him, but Cyrus was too lost for words to even reply to me.

"Don't worry master Cyrus, when someone asks me to kill someone, you should already consider them dead. But you know that already when you asked me to kill president Boris right?" I ask as I stood up from the sofa.

I walk past him, but Cyrus immediately grabs my hand and says, "I didn't ask you to do this."

I try to pull my hand away from him but he wouldn't let me, "You didn't. But master Tobias did, so let go of me." I demand him.

Cyrus's hold on my hand became tighter when he heard my answer.

"Why? Why did you accept a favor from him? You know how dangerous Tobias can be. You know that this will benefit him more than it would benefit you. Did I not teach you all this?" He asks me. And this time, I look back at him to give him my truthful answer, "I accepted because I was so fucking desperate to know if everything you've said to me was real. I accepted his favor in exchange for something so worthless. I'm sorry if I disappointed you...master."

Cyrus curses under his breath and lets go of my hand.

I thought he was going to say something, but he takes off his coat instead and drapes it over me. Before I could even say anything, Cyrus grabs hold of my hand again and starts dragging me out of the private room.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I ask as he continues to pull me away while I held onto his coat so I could cover my bare face with it. The staff and the guests are looking at us with confused expressions, but Cyrus still wouldn't let go.

When I decided to pull my hand away from him, Cyrus instantly holds on to me even tighter and says, "Pull away and you will regret it."

The way he said it was so taunting that I didn't have a choice but to follow him. He continues to drag me even when people tried to stop him. I'm starting to feel nervous. My legs are moving on its own as I follow behind Cyrus. I didn't even notice where he brought me until we went inside the room.

At first, I didn't know why he brought me here. But then I remembered what he said before. This is the only room that didn't have watchers. This is the only place Cyrus is allowed to strip away all his roles.

"If you're tired of all this then I'm fucking exhausted too," Cyrus says the moment he lets go of my hand.

The two of us are catching our breaths after practically running our way back here. I drop his coat on the floor and look at him. Without saying anything to him, Cyrus continues, "I'm tired of hiding things, from not being able to be who I really am, and from knowing so much but only allowed to say so little. I'm tired, but I can't do anything. You know why? Because I want to protect my siblings."

The room is dark, but I'm still able to see Cyrus's face thanks to the light coming from the window.

My heart breaks into pieces when I see a tear stream down on this man's cheek. The man who's dubbed as the strongest Delton alive is standing there, crying in front of someone so unworthy. I want to grab him, but Cyrus is already holding my shoulder when he continued, "I fucking want to protect you."

My eyes widen from complete surprise. He was so serious that it made the hair on my skin stand. I start clenching my fist as I ask him, "H-How is that possible? I've only known you for days."

Cyrus lets go of me. There were tears in his eyes, but he still tried to smile when he answered me, "But you know more about me than the people that I've known for years."

I don't know why, but like the time I punched him earlier, I pull him towards me and press my lips on his without even thinking about it. Cyrus responds just after a second. He holds onto my waist and pulls me close. After the kiss, he pulls away from me and pushes me towards the bed.

I look up at him as he starts removing his belt. He's doing so while his eyes were still glued on mine. His eyes that were filled with tears are now filled with lust instead.

"You want me to shower you with my truths right?" He asks while he unbuttons his pants. Before I could even give him an answer, Cyrus goes on top of me and continues, "Then fucking drown in them."

Cyrus starts kissing me. He puts out his tongue and slides it inside my mouth, almost like he was having a taste of every alcohol that I've drunk tonight.

I push him away from me to gasp for air, which made Cyrus look annoyed. To calm himself he continues to kiss me on my neck, then down to my collarbone and chest. Afterward, he stands and pulls out his cock without giving any warning. The sight of it made me gulp.

"I told you...I'd get even with you Mr. Carter." He says before grabbing my shirt and forcefully pulling me towards him so I could face his hard cock.

I glance at him, which I regret because the moment my eyes met his, Cyrus seductively licks his lip like he was looking down at his favorite meal.

"Let me remind you that I haven't given anyone a blowjob before," I tell Cyrus while I was unbuttoning my shirt.

"Well, there's always a first." He says before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head closer to where his dick is. I'm literally inches away from kissing it.

"And you were just getting emotional earlier. Why are we suddenly doing this now?" I ask him, and the grin on Cyrus's face made me feel weak.

"Because I'm fucking horny now." He bluntly answers. It should have been a turn-off, but the way he said it while looking at me like he was starving made my entire body burn up. So without any experience, I grab hold of his cock and start licking it. Cyrus doesn't react, so like what others do, I put the large thing inside my mouth. Cyrus, who was still holding a handful of my hair, pulls me away from him a little and say in a soft voice, "Teeth. Be careful a little."

I open my mouth wider so I could avoid myself from biting onto him. Then I naturally start sliding my tongue while I was bobbing my head. I continue before going deeper; deep enough that I'd feel like I'd choke.

Cyrus's hold on my hair tightens. I glance at him, and my entire body instantly shivers because I was turned on even more. But I wasn't turned on because of what we were doing. What turned me on was the fact that Cyrus looked like he was having the best blowjob of his life.

"Fuck that felt amazing," Cyrus says before pulling me away from him.

I'm panting like crazy when he lets go of my hair. But then he grabs my cheeks and forcefully makes me face him.

"I guess that's wet enough." He says before leaning forward to give me a quick peck on the lip. Almost like he was telling me I did a good job.

Cyrus pushes me back down and goes on top of me. He then leans close to my ear and says, "Since you're begging me to tell you the truth then here's something that I want you to think about."

I didn't know if this was the right moment to discuss this, but I didn't say anything because I desperately wanted to know what he was about to say. But Cyrus was silent for a second. I was going to tell him to continue to what he was about to say, but this gentleman suddenly flips me like a sack so I could lie on my stomach.

He suddenly presses his cock on my entrance, almost making my body freeze.

"Maybe I should teach you the slut role next." Cyrus suddenly teases.

"Shut up," I reply to him.

Cyrus lowly chuckles as a response. I thought he was going to say something else, but this fucker shoves his cock inside me without warning, almost making me scream.

I clench on the sheets. Cyrus hasn't even shoved half of it in but I was already feeling the pain in my entire spine. Saliva's dripping out of my mouth because I couldn't keep my mouth closed anymore.

"Another first time?" Cyrus continues to tease. Then he pushes himself even deeper.

"S-Shit...is this how you fuck men?" I jokingly ask him.

Instead of answering me first, Cyrus pushes himself deeper, making me bite my lip now so I wouldn't shout.

"I haven't fucked men yet." He suddenly whispers close to my ear before biting it.

"What?" I ask from shock. Because for some reason, I thought that Cyrus has already fucked so many people, men and women alike.

"I guess this is the first time for both of us." He says, and suddenly he smiles at me. That damn smile that made me realize that it was no doubt the real Cyrus Delton.

"So let's both make it worthwhile." He adds.

My entire body shivers again. I almost came right then and there because Cyrus pushes himself even deeper, putting all of him inside now. And this time, I couldn't contain myself anymore. I moaned at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone outside would hear me.

"There's that moan that I've been dying to hear." He teases again. And while his cock was still inside me, he flips me over for the second time so I could face him again. And when our eyes met, Cyrus smiles.

I felt embarrassed that I ended up covering my face with my arms. My ears must have been red too. I thought Cyrus would continue, but he doesn't move, forcing me to move my arm a little so I could see him.

Cyrus is looking down at me with complete awe. I don't know why he's looking at me like that until he explained, "I thought you'd cry again."

I wasn't supposed to cry, but hearing him say those words made me want to. How could he say these things so casually?

"Idiot," I say as I cover my face again.

Cyrus reaches out and pulls my hands away from my face, so I had to turn my head to the right so I wouldn't be able to look at him. But Cyrus leans towards me and gently kisses my left cheek, then my nose, and then up to my forehead.

"I love that you're shy," he tells me, "Because through that I'd know your feelings are real."

I grip on the sheets and finally turn my head to look back at him. He's looking at me like I meant so much to him. I don't know how to react so I just drape my arms around his neck and say, "Just fuck me already."

Cyrus chuckles, but he starts thrusting himself after I told him those words. He pushes fast and hard, then pulls away fucking slowly. Both of us are panting heavily. And when our eyes met, I lift my head a little so I can kiss him again. Cyrus kisses me back with no hesitation. While we were kissing, Cyrus starts thrusting inside me even faster, causing me to accidentally bite his lip. He doesn't even flinch, but he pulls away from the kiss to sexily lick the blood off.

"S-Sorry..." I try to say.

Cyrus slows down a little. I thought he was going to tease me again, but he leans towards my neck and bites it. I grip on Cyrus's shoulder when my skin felt like it was going to be thorn off because of him. But after a couple more seconds of pain, he pulls away and playfully says, "Now we're even."

"That's not fa-" I wasn't even able to finish my sentence when Cyrus starts thrusting himself inside me again. This time he didn't slow down. He pushes and pulls inside of me that I could barely even breathe.

"V-Vincent..." He then moans. I don't even notice that I have my eyes closed when I open them to look back at Cyrus again.

Cyrus is panting heavily as he continues to fuck me like there's no tomorrow. And when our eyes met again, he slows down and tells me, "Call my name."

I had to compose myself first to even comprehend what he was telling me.

"Cyrus. Call out that name. Not master, not president, not sir, not Cyrus Delton. Just Cyrus." He tells me again.

I gulp and did what I was told, "C-Cyrus."

"Again."

"Cyrus," I say louder.

Cyrus starts thrusting himself again. But this time, I started calling out his name like I was begging for him. Like I was calling out for someone.

"Cyrus...fuck...don't stop. Don't fucking stop." I practically pleaded as I grip on the sheets even harder. Cyrus gives one final thrust, making me cum uncontrollably. Then he stops and slowly pulls away from me.

Without removing his eyes on mine, he starts jerking off. It didn't take long for him to cum on my abdomen. Soon after, Cyrus falls on top of me. His energy now completely drained. We're both sweaty and sticky but I don't care anymore. I just let him lie on top of me without any complaints.

"Looks like I lost." He suddenly says, confusing me. But Cyrus doesn't explain himself further and kisses my forehead instead.

"Hey, when you're comfortable, tell me what your real name is, okay?" He then says, surprising me.

"My real name?" I ask.

Cyrus nods his head and continues, "Yeah, so I could call out your real name next time."

I chuckle and touch his lower lip that I accidentally bit just a couple of minutes ago. "Next time?" I ask him.

Cyrus grins and bites my finger like a kid. Then he sits up and confidently repeats, "Next time."