VriXian AU Compilation [ Part 1 ]

CD 9

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Christian's hand stung from the impact, the force of his slap still vibrating through his palm.

The sound echoed in the room, sharp and deafening.

Vrix's face had turned slightly to the side from the hit, his jaw tightening as his tongue ran over his inner cheek. For a second, there was silence.

Then—

A slow, dark chuckle.

Christian's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, his heart hammering wildly. Putangina. He had just slapped a mafia boss.

And instead of getting mad, Vrix was smiling.

"Tangina," Vrix murmured, tilting his head back to look at him. "May tapang ka talaga."

Christian refused to back down.

"Papatayin mo na?" He spat, glaring up at the man who had stolen his freedom. "Sige, gawin mo na! Ano pa hinihintay mo?!"

Vrix didn't answer.

Didn't move.

Didn't even blink.

But Christian could see it—the way Vrix's fingers twitched, the way his breathing grew heavier, the way his pupils dilated like a predator cornering his prey.

The tension between them was thick.

Suffocating.

Then suddenly—

Vrix moved.

Before Christian could react, a strong hand grabbed the back of his neck and yanked him forward.

Their lips crashed together.

Hard. Rough. Unforgiving.

Christian's eyes widened in shock, his body freezing as Vrix claimed his mouth.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't romantic.

It was possession.

A reminder. A warning.

You're mine.

Christian's hands shot up to push him away, but Vrix tightened his grip, his fingers digging into the back of Christian's neck, pulling him even closer.

A muffled sound escaped Christian's throat, his fists beating against Vrix's chest—but the bastard didn't let go.

Didn't even hesitate.

The heat of the kiss burned.

It was anger and frustration, but it was also something else—something Christian didn't want to name.

His breath hitched when he felt Vrix's teeth graze his lower lip, a sharp warning.

And to his horror—

His body reacted.

A shiver crawled down his spine, his knees weakening for a split second before he forced himself to fight back.

Using all his strength, Christian shoved Vrix away, panting heavily as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Putangina mo," he growled, glaring at him.

Vrix just smirked, his lips red and slightly swollen.

"You feel that, Christian?" Vrix murmured, voice dangerously low. "That fire? That heat?"

Christian clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.

Vrix stepped forward.

Christian instinctively moved back.

But the bastard only chuckled.

"Galit ka?" Vrix taunted. "O natatakot ka kasi nagustuhan mo?"

Christian's breath caught. "Putangina mo. I would rather die than—"

"Then why aren't you fighting harder?"

Christian froze.

Vrix leaned in again, lips almost touching Christian's ear as he whispered, "You can lie to yourself all you want. Pero alam mo na... hindi lang galit ang nararamdaman mo."

Christian's heart slammed against his ribs.

"Fuck you," he hissed, pushing Vrix away again before storming out of the room.

Vrix let him go.

But the smirk on his face never disappeared.

Because for the first time—

Christian ran.

Not because he wanted to escape.

But because he didn't know how to deal with what he was feeling.