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Could you please reupload? 🥲

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Thank you for sharing, @paznever! But the link is dead... Could you be so kind to reupload, please?

Thank you for sharing! I didn't read it yet (looks like no one translates it), but it reminds me Sex Pistol Series.

Thank you veeeery much for sharing and reactivating your links! I really like Yoritada Konoe's voice. Uke, seme - whatever. It is blessing to be able to hear it! Thank you! I'd like to buy from DLs myself, but I have no technical ability, SWIFT broke all ties, so I'm unable to pay even my google-play subscriptions. Sigh.

Kaito's world was a blur of noise and motion. The moment Asher lifted him, the ground seemed to disappear beneath his feet, the sharp smell of rust and smoke replacing the taste of his own blood. Every jolt of Asher's steps sent a spike of pain through his ribs, but he didn't fight it. Couldn't. The magic still pulsed in his veins like molten lead, too wild and unstable to control. He could feel them, those dark mages snarling through the tether of magic he'd tried to several minutes ago. Their presence was like oil slicking through water, thick and vile, their whispers clawing at the back of his skull. Asher's heartbeat was the only steady thing in the chaos. A grounding drum beneath the storm. Metal screamed as they hit the fire escape. The sound passes through Kaito's already-frayed nerves. He caught a glimpse of the twisted city lights beyond the railing, each one warping and bending as if the world itself couldn't decide what shape to hold. Focus, he told himself. Anchor. Break the link. But his magic refused to listen. It sparked instead, flashes of silver light bleeding from his palms as he tried to pull the energy inward, the backlash biting at his skin. Then the impact, hard and final, as Asher hit the ground and ran. The smell of rain, asphalt, and blood filled Kaito's senses. He barely noticed being thrown into the car until the seatbelt buckle bit into his side. Cold air blasted his face. The roar of the engine drowned out the whispers. Kaito pressed a trembling hand against the window, watching the city smear past in streaks of gray and red. A flicker of magic in the mirror caught his eye, a curse meant for them, and his stomach dropped as the rear glass crystallized. He wanted to say something, warn Asher, thank him, anything but the words tangled on his tongue. All he managed was a ragged breath as they tore through the streets, Asher's focus razor-sharp on the road. By the time they stopped, the adrenaline had started to fade, leaving his limbs heavy and his head spinning. He slumped back against the seat as Asher spoke, voice low and edged with the leftover tension of the hunt. Kaito met his gaze in the mirror, eyes faintly glowing gold with the remnants of his magic. He managed a weak, crooked smile. "Yeah... yeah, I'll admit it. You were right. Again." he rolled his eyes. Back at the apartment The stairwell smelled faintly of oil and dust, a comfort compared to the rot and ozone from earlier. Asher's building wasn't much to look at, concrete, steel, and the faint hum of outdated wiring, but right now, it felt like a fortress. He looked at Asher unlocking the door with practiced efficiency, stepping aside to let him in first. The mage's legs protested every step. Once inside, he dropped his bag on the floor and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. The wards embedded in the apartment thrummed faintly in the air, gentle, familiar, no magic could enter this place. Safe. At least for now. For a moment, silence settles between them, heavy, but not uncomfortable. The rain had started again outside, softly against the windows. Kaito turned his gaze toward the dim light of the city. “They weren't just after me,” he said quietly. "That spell they used, it was designed to find both of us. They knew your scent, your energy signature. Someone gave them more than a name", exhaustion pulling at him, but his pulse quickened all the same. The fight wasn't over. It had only just begun. He leaned back into the couch cushions, eyes half-closed, fighting the tireness. Kaito didn't remember falling asleep. One minute, he was sinking into the couch, exhaustion dragging him under; the next, he was drifting in and out of uneasy dreams, the kind stitched together from half-formed memories and static. Every time he thought he was sinking into real sleep, some invisible itch beneath his skin dragged him back up again. Then the silence hit him. It wasn't the comforting kind, not the thick, tired quiet of safety after chaos. This was too clean. Too deliberate. No hum from his magic. No faint thrum of the world's natural energy. Just…nothing. He blinked awake, staring into the dim outline of Asher's living room. The darkness felt heavy, almost physical, pressing in on the edges of his senses. Normally, his magic would've reached out automatically, mapping the air, brushing against the energy threads around him. But here - in Asher's home - there was only a void. That was what made it safe. And right now, it was what made it terrifying as well. He sat up slowly, the couch creaking beneath him. “Asher?” he whispered. A low grunt answered from the hallway. The wolf was awake, of course — Asher probably hadn't slept at all. His instincts didn't allow it, not when they'd been hunted hours ago. “Couldn't sleep?” Kaito asked softly stepping closer, seeing Asher sitting at the table, hovering his eyes over the book again and again. There were parts that were in line a strange language, old kind that was long forgoten and no longer taught. Even through the magic-dead air, Kaito could feel it — the weight of it, like gravity centered on that one spot. That book wasn't just tales. It sounded like history, something he never read before and wasn't sure if it was true or not. But it was a text that that scared people powerful enough to start wars over it. The scent of old parchment and dust filled the air. The tome lay there wrapped in oilcloth, its edges frayed, the leather etched with runes so ancient even Kaito couldn't translate them all. He'd read part of it once — enough to know the danger it carried. There was a passage that spoke spoke of a time when the boundaries between Magus and Wolf never existed but something happened back then and they devided, holding grunches for centuries. What intrigued him was a part from the text that mentioned one born of both bloods and how they would change the world. It wasn't hard to see why both sides wanted it buried. No Magus wanted to believe a wolf could share their gift. And no wolf wanted to believe they'd ever depend on a Magus to survive. But the big question was how and why has he been the one to find this book? What was he supposed to do with it now.

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Sora’s breath caught the moment the words left his lips. There was no taking it back. The air in the room was heavy, like a storm waiting to break, and every second of silence that followed made his chest ache. He could see the way Fang froze, the subtle twitch in his jaw, the faint tremor that passed through his hands. The reaction alone told Sora that Ray had been right. There was someone who still haunted Fang. Sora’s throat tightened. He wanted to reach for him, to say something to fill the growing void between them. His fingers curling into his lap. He could almost hear his heartbeat echoing in the quiet. When Fang finally moved, it wasn’t what Sora expected. The suddenness of it made him flinch—the scraping of the couch, the shuffle of footsteps, the weight of distance that followed. Fang’s back was to him now, and that simple act hurt more than any words could. Sora swallowed hard, guilt and worry twisting in his gut. “Fang…” he started softly, his voice trembling before he could stop it. He stood and took a hesitant step forward, but the sharp command that tore through the air stopped him cold. [“DONT! Don’t come any closer! Don’t touch me!”] The sound of it was full of anger, and raw, exposed pain. And Sora froze, his breath catching as if the sound itself had struck him. He’d never heard Fang like that before. Sora’s chest ached. It was like a wild animal thrash against invisible chains. He hadn’t meant to push. He hadn’t meant to hurt him. For a moment, he thought Fang might leave—walk out like he always did when emotions got too close to home. But then he turned back, and Sora saw it—the regret. The guilt. The fear. It softened something in him instantly. When Fang apologized, stammering over his own words, Sora wanted to reach out again, but this time he waited. He could see how fragile Fang was in that moment. The kind of fragility that came from years of holding himself together with splinters. Then Fang crossed the space between them, and pulled him into his arms. Like he was afraid Sora would start running from him. Sora didn’t resist. He let himself be held, feeling the tremor in Fang’s body—the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the way his hands clutched a little too tightly, like letting go would mean losing something important. Sora wrapped his arms around Fang’s waist. Holding him gently like he was comforting a child. [“I never wanted you to know…”] Sora felt the sting of tears he didn’t want to shed. He pressed his forehead lightly against Fang’s chest, listening to the unsteady thud of his heartbeat. He couldn’t tell him that it was okay. That he didn’t haft to tell him if he couldn't. He had always done his best to be mindful toward Fang. But honestly.. hearing Fang saying he never wanted Sora to know hurt. When Fang finally pulled back, Sora looked up at him, his own expression unreadable. Fang’s promise—twenty-four hours, and he’d know everything—echoed in his mind. It felt like a plea. [“Do you trust me?”] Sora didn’t hesitate. Despite every doubt, the distance, the pain, the nights spent wondering if their relationship was already splintering beyond repair. His heart wanted to believe him. "yes." He said it quietly, but it felt like it carried the weight of their relationship. Then Fang kissed him, desperat . Sora gasped against the sudden heat stealing his breath. Fang tasted the same, but it had been so long since their last time, that it made Sora’s heart twist and stomach flutter. He didn’t pull away, although it took him a second to progress he leaned into the other. The steel ball on Sora’s tongue grazed Fang’s lips when their tongues met, the warm metal trickled Fang in a plesant way. The heat of Fang’s mouth made Sora shiver, and he tilted his head slightly, letting the contact linger. He let Fang take what he needed, let the kiss drown out everything else for a fleeting moment. But when his lungs began to ache, he nudged the other gently, and their lips parted just enough for air. Then Fang’s low murmur came. ["Am I still a bad kisser?”] Sora blushed, completely unprepared for the question but a shy smile tugged at his lips. Of course, he didn’t actually think Fang was a bad kisser. He’d only said that to tease him, maybe to get under his skin a little. “Terrible,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. But he wasn’t finished. “Maybe that’s why we should kiss more… so you can practice,” he added with a small, smug smile as his thumb brushed gently along Fang’s jaw. It was just an excuse, at least, that’s what he told himself. The truth was, he wanted to be close to Fang again. Not just today, but from now on. He liked having a reason to kiss him often, though deep down, he knew he didn’t really need one. And after that last kiss, he was hopeful. Maybe they could still salvage this relationship.

Asher felt the shift in the air before anything else, a surge of raw energy that sent a ripple through his nerves. It prickled against his skin, sharp and restless, like a warning from the wild. His wolf stirred uneasily beneath the surface, muscles tensing as the familiar dread of ambush clawed its way into his chest. The air was thick with the stink of magic, tainted with something darker underneath. Shadows moved where they shouldn’t have, twisting along the walls like living things. He didn’t need to see them to know the dark mages were close. He could feel their presence. No time to hesitate. He moved. In one swift motion, Asher hauled Kaito up and over his shoulder. The mage was light compared to his own body, it was no struggle for him to carry him like this. His eyes snapping toward the fire escape clinging to the side of the building. That was their only option right now. The staircase looked ready to collapse under its own rust, a patchwork of corroded metal and missing bolts. But Asher didn’t slow. The echoes of voices from their pursuiters was growing louder. Muttering of spells, the hiss of something foul cutting through the air behind him. He jumped through the door onto the first landing, and the structure screamed in protest. The metal shuddered under his weight, each groan echoing off the narrow walls. Rust flaked loose, raining down below. His grip tightened on the railing as he quickly descended, every sense alive— One step. Then another. The whole thing swayed. He kept his body low, muscles coiled, shifting his balance to counter the give of the stairs. The parking arear wasn’t a far cry from here. Safty was close, but not close enough. Behind him, the air rippled again. The dark mages were trying to lock onto them, their magic scraping against his senses like claws on glass. Asher dropped the last few steps in a single bound, landing hard enough to rattle his bones. The fire escape shuddered violently behind him, one of the upper plates snapping loose with a metallic scream. He didn’t look back he just ran until he reached the car He shifted his grip on Kaito and sprinted for it, heart pounding, breath sharp in his chest. The time itself seemed to hold its breath as he ran, Asher didn’t stop until his hand hit the car door. He yanked the back door open with one hand and all but tossed Kaito inside, the mage landing in a heap among the scattered shopping bags. He slammed the door, rounded the car, and dropped into the driver’s seat in a single motion. The engine roared to life the second later. He threw the car into gear and hit the gas. Tires screamed as the vehicle lurched forward, fishtailing on the wet asphalt before gripping and surging down the narrow street. In the bag mirror, he saw movement, shapes flickering in and out of sight. A cold pulse of magic flashed against the rear window, and it shattered frozen spiderweb. But stayed in place. Asher didn’t wait to see more as he turned the car sharply and drove off. The city blurred around him—streetlights streaking past like dying stars. The scent of ozone and rusted metal filled the car. Every muscle in Asher’s body was coiled tight, his wolf pacing restlessly beneath his skin, urging him faster. He pressed harder on the pedal, the engine growling in protest as they tore through an intersection. A truck’s horn blared, lights flaring, but Asher swerved through without slowing. Asher exhaled for the first time in what felt like forever oncehis wolf calm and he didn’t sense any more danger. His grip loosened on the wheel, though his pulse still thundered in his ears. The engine’s rumble softened as he slowed the car to a controlled speed, headlights catching the tall outline of Asher’s building ahead. The security lights blinked on as he pulled into the lot. Safe ground. He parked, threw the gearshift into neutral, and killed the engine. "Still think I was on guard for no reason?" He asked while looking into the rearview mirror at Kaito in the backseat.

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thank you for upload

Wow, one-voice-Drama from seme's POV! And his voice play is really hot. Thank you for sharing!

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Thank you for sharing! Ummmmm, uke with large build and deep voice! I just imaged him in gym, awwwww, these muscles and smooth skin, pure gay-dream dude! Btw, they uploaded ani-manga video on youtube about how did they first meet:

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I've been wanting this for so long! thank u so much for this 💕