VriXian AU Compilation [ Part 1 ]

GH 14

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The city stretched out below them, a sea of glowing lights and distant noise. Up here, on the penthouse balcony, everything felt quieter—like they were in their own world, away from the chaos.

Christian stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Vrix. The man sat on the railing, one foot propped up, his gaze distant as he stared at the skyline. Ang lamig ng hangin, pero parang wala siyang pakialam. As always, he looked calm—too calm. Pero kilala na niya si Vrix. The man was never truly at ease. His body was always tense, always ready. Kahit walang hawak na baril ngayon, his presence alone was sharp, dangerous.

Christian swallowed hard. His heart was pounding, but not from fear. From something else.

He stepped forward. "You should come inside. Late na."

Vrix didn't move. "I like the cold."

Christian sighed, leaning against the railing beside him. "You almost died today."

Vrix finally turned to look at him, his sharp eyes meeting Christian's. "Hindi naman."

Christian clenched his jaw. "That's not the point. Alam mo bang every damn time na may gulong nangyayari, lagi mong iniiwan sarili mong defenseless para lang protektahan ako?" His voice wavered. "You think I don't notice? Parang wala kang pakialam sa buhay mo."

Vrix's expression didn't change. "It's my job."

"Bullshit," Christian snapped. "Trabaho? Anong klaseng trabaho yung palaging inuuna yung ibang tao kaysa sarili mo? You don't do this just because you have to. You do it because—" He exhaled sharply, turning away.

Silence stretched between them. Parang may bigat sa hangin na hindi nila matanggal.

Christian ran a hand through his hair, chest tightening. Ang tagal niyang iniiwasan 'to. Iniwasan si Vrix. Iniwasan ang nararamdaman niya. Pero after ng nangyari ngayon—after muntik na niyang mawala si Vrix—he couldn't keep running from it.

He looked down at his hands, gripping the cold metal of the railing. Then, he spoke.

"I don't like men." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't like women either. Wala akong naging gusto, wala akong naging interes sa kahit sino. Pero ikaw..."

Vrix inhaled slowly, but he didn't look away.

Christian swallowed. "Ikaw gusto ko." His throat tightened. "I don't know what it means, and I don't care. Ang alam ko lang, kapag andiyan ka, I can breathe. Pero kapag wala ka..." He looked down, gripping the railing tighter. "It's like something's missing."

Vrix didn't speak.

He just stared, his face as cold and unreadable as ever. Pero may kung anong pagbabago sa mata niya—something Christian had never seen before.

Then, after what felt like an eternity, Vrix finally exhaled. "You don't know what you're asking for, Christian."

Christian stepped closer, his heartbeat loud in his ears. "Then show me."

For a moment, Vrix didn't move.

Then, he reached out.

His fingers brushed against Christian's cheek, tentative, as if testing if this was real. Then, slowly, he pressed his forehead against Christian's.

Christian closed his eyes. He could feel Vrix's breath, warm against his skin. It wasn't a kiss. It wasn't anything overtly intimate. But somehow, it was more.

At this moment, he knew—this was real. This was everything.

"Shall we?" Vrix said with a teasing smile.

Christian grabbed Vrix's wrist, pulling him inside his bedroom. Wala nang pag-aalinlangan. Wala nang iniisip kung tama ba o mali.

Vrix didn't resist.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Christian turned to face him. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears. "Tell me this is a mistake," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Sabihin mo, at hihinto ako."

Vrix just stared at him, expression unreadable. Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating.

Christian clenched his fists, frustrated. "Damn it, Vrix! Why won't you say anything?"

Still, Vrix didn't answer. Instead, he took a step closer—too close. Christian could feel his warmth, his presence, the way his breath ghosted over his skin.

"Stop looking at me like that," Christian muttered, voice barely above a breath.

"Like what?" Vrix finally spoke, his voice low, almost dangerous.

"Like... like you want me."

Christian swallowed hard, his knees suddenly weak. Vrix's gaze was intense, as if he was holding himself back.

Then, just when Christian thought Vrix would walk away again, the man cupped his jaw, his touch firm yet careful.

"You don't know what you're asking for, Christian," Vrix murmured. He wanted to warned him again.

"Then show me," Christian challenged, tilting his chin up.

Vrix let out a shaky breath. And then, all at once, the dam broke.

His eyes snapped open, and the memories flooded in like an unstoppable wave—Vrix's touch, the way their bodies tangled together, the intensity in his eyes, and—

Christian groaned again, louder this time, dragging the blanket over his head. Tangina.

He didn't need to check to know that he was probably covered in marks. The soreness spoke for itself. Every inch of him felt used, and he hated that he didn't completely regret it.

As if on cue, the sound of someone moving beside him made him freeze. Slowly, cautiously, he peeked out from under the blanket.

Vrix.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shirt, looking... fresh. Perfectly fine. Not a single sign of struggle. Not even a damn wrinkle on his clothes.

Christian scowled. "Punyeta... Bakit parang wala lang sa'yo?" His voice was raspy, sleep-laced, and a little hoarse.

Vrix glanced at him, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Hmm?"

Christian gritted his teeth, pushing himself up, only to wince when another sharp ache shot through his back. "Walanghiya ka, Vrix."

A chuckle. A fucking chuckle. Vrix reached for his watch, fastening it around his wrist like this was just another morning, like they hadn't—

"Bakit parang ang saya mo?" Christian snapped, throwing a pillow at him.

Vrix caught it easily, smirking. "Masaya naman talaga ako."

Christian gaped at him before throwing another pillow. "Tangina mo."

Vrix only shrugged, standing up. "Gusto mo ng breakfast?"

"Gusto ko ng resbak," Christian grumbled, flopping back against the bed, glaring at the ceiling. Never again. Never. Again.

But even as he said it, even as he tried to convince himself that this was a mistake, he knew deep down... he was lying.

"Let me massage your waist."

Hindi naman na nagsalita pa si Christian at hinayaan na lamang niya si Vrix na mag-message ng kaniyang waist.