When Noha finally regained consciousness, his mind felt cloudy and confused. His mouth was dry, and his body felt heavy and without energy. He didn't remember what had happened, he could only recall feeling very dizzy after drinking one of the drinks Mai had ordered.
"What the hell happened to me?", he thought.
Memories of the night came to his mind in small flashes; recollections of his conversation with Mai, the food they had ordered, the music playing in the restaurant, and Mai's strange questions at the end. His mind was a mess, so much so that his head began to ache. After a few minutes, when he could finally open his eyes and see clearly, he noticed he was in an unfamiliar place. It was a huge, completely modern room, decorated in shades of gray and black. On the right, there was a large window that opened onto a balcony. He thought he was probably on the outskirts of the city; from what he could hear, it was a fairly quiet place, and the light coming through the window wasn't as intense as in the downtown areas.
"Am I in Mai's apartment? What the hell is going on? Why do I feel like this?", he quickly got out of bed and noticed that he was no longer wearing his clothes, except for his boxers. "What the fuck?" He felt his chest tighten, and he struggled to breathe. What had happened? He couldn't remember anything.
Noha paced around the room and couldn't see any sign of his clothes. "Now what?", he thought.
He couldn't explain how he had ended up almost naked in someone's room without even remembering it. Determined, he opened the bedroom door. Upon exiting, he found himself in a long hallway with doors on each side. It was definitely an excessively large apartment. He walked slowly to the end of the hallway and found some stairs. Having no other option than to proceed, he went down them hesitantly. He could see lights on downstairs. Embarrassed but determined, he headed towards what seemed to be a living room.
As he approached, he noticed someone lying on one of the sofas. It definitely wasn't Mai. "But who is this person? What the hell is going on here?" He got close enough to see him. This was a tall man, dressed in sportswear, his gray hair looked messy, he looked strong but not excessively muscular, he looked like an angel, he was pale and perfect. Noha immediately knew who it was; it was the guy from the cabin. "But how?" His mind reeled. Was all of this a dream? Was he dreaming again? As he was about to pinch his arm, the man opened his eyes and, with a relaxed expression, stretched.
"Well, well, Sleeping Beauty has awakened," he said with a playful voice.
"What the hell is going on?" Noha couldn't hide his embarrassment; he was in his underwear in a stranger's living room.
"Shouldn't you start by thanking me?" His voice was playful, and his eyes seemed to scan every part of Noha's body. Noha felt the urge to run away.
"Why should I thank a damn pervert? What did you do to me? Did you...?" He didn't even have the courage to finish the sentence.
"Oh no, that's not my style... and if that had happened, you would be able to feel it..." Hearing him, Noha almost choked on his own saliva.
"Then tell me where my damn clothes are! What am I doing here?"
"Your clothes are in the laundry room. You threw up several times before getting here; they were a mess. I didn't know your address, so I brought you here. Are you going to thank me? I can think of a few ways you could."
"You're completely crazy! Do you kidnap people for fun? What happened to the person I was with?"
"She probably went home. I just offered to take you. I don't think it's right for a girl to have to carry a drunk."
"I wasn't drun..." He couldn't finish the sentence either.
"Are you going to thank me, little snack?" His voice was playful, and his eyes slowly roamed Noha's body.
"What's with the 'snack' thing? Are you crazy?"
"You're driving me crazy, look at you, you're... delicious," he added as he sat up on the sofa.
"For God's sake, shut up for a second!" Noha's nape and cheeks were burning. "Give me my clothes, I'm getting out of here."
"First, thank me for helping you," he added, making a mocking and sad face.
"If you don't want me to kill you, give me my clothes and let me go!" Noha was about to die of embarrassment.
"You're boring, come on, follow me..." He stood up decisively and walked towards another hallway.
"How big is this damn place?", he thought
They walked for a few seconds, and then he turned, opened a door to a room, and they entered what seemed to be the laundry room. It was unusually large for a laundry room. Noha's clothes were hanging on a rack; they looked clean and dry.
"See? Everything's fine, you didn't have to be so aggressive."
"Just shut up, leave me alone for a moment to get dressed," Noha said resentfully.
"I wanted to stay and watch you a little longer," he added as he slowly approached Noha.
"Don't come near me, you bastard!" Noha tried to back away but bumped into a small piece of furniture.
"You're a very aggressive little snack. I'll have to make you very docile before I can eat you."
"Could you stop saying such disgusting things?"
"I don't think it's disgusting. Do you want me to show you what I mean?" he said in a tone that instantly made Noha feel uneasy.
Before Noha could open his mouth to spit out more curses, he was already in his arms. He lifted him easily, placed him on top of the furniture, and positioned himself between Noha's legs. Instinct told him he should run away immediately, but what had happened in the cabin was happening again; his body stopped obeying him.
"I can't resist you, what is this smell?" he said while sniffing Noha's neck.
"Ah..." Noha couldn't help but moan. "What am I doing? Noha, please stop!"
Slowly, his lips landed on his neck, small kisses rained down, making Noha's skin tingle and burn where each small kiss landed. His body was boiling; he wasn't himself again. He continued to gently kiss his neck while taking his nape with one of his hands, little by little the kisses became more intense.
"Ah, ah, ah, stop, please, what are you doing?" Noha said in a broken voice.
"Shhh," his voice also sounded agitated.
He continued kissing and licking Noha's neck for a few moments. Instinctively, Noha wrapped his legs around him, pulling him closer urgently. Slowly, he kissed his jawline, until he reached the corners of his lips. He stopped for a moment and pulled away. For a few seconds, they both looked into each other's eyes.
"If you look at me like that, I won't be able to control myself," he said
Noha was in a pitiful position, almost naked, his skin burning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch his breath. Clearly, he was aroused and had a strange need for this man to bite him until he devoured him.
"I've lost my mind", Noha thought to himself.
This man had messy gray hair, his blue eyes shone intensely, and his breathing betrayed his excitement. Noha wanted to know what he was thinking or what was happening, but only a stupid question came out of his mouth.
"What's your name?"
"You want to know my name, little snack?" he said while caressing Noha's lower lip with his thumb, his fingers were cold and soft.
"Y...y...yes," Noha felt increasingly out of it.
"Lucian, but you can call me Luc," he said, leaning closer to his ear and placing a kiss on his earlobe.
Noha's body stopped obeying him, and he clung to this man as if begging for more. He had forgotten how to breathe, his heart was beating so hard he felt like it would explode at any moment, he felt like he would die any second.
"We can't do this here, Noha," he said, looking into his eyes with a tender voice.
"What's happening to me?" It sounded like the voice of a lost child. "Why do you know my name?"
"That doesn't matter now, get dressed, I'll take you home," he added casually.
His tone was no longer playful. Noha could notice how the blue of his eyes had darkened...