Gold Cage - Chapter 44

It had been a long time since Mu Yu woke up in the middle of a dream.

When he opened his eyes, it was still deep at night. The moon was bright, the stars sparse, and the rustling of leaves and flowers drifted in from the courtyard. Mu Yu shifted slightly, and the arm encircling his waist tightened just a fraction in response.

Warm, even breaths brushed against the nape of his neck. Mu Hanxiao held him from behind, deep in sleep. The man's tall, sturdy frame pressed against him, radiating heat that warmed his limbs, creating an indescribable physical comfort.

Still drowsy from waking, Mu Yu gazed at Mu Hanxiao's hand before him. His palm was broad, fingers long and slender, loosely cupping Mu Yu's hand, enveloping it within his own.

Long ago, they had slept like this too. Little Mu Yu would always burrow into Mu Hanxiao's embrace, clutching one of his hands with both of his own and wrapping his legs around one of Mu Hanxiao's. At first, Mu Hanxiao disliked the physical contact, but after repeated invasions of his bed, he had no choice but to grow accustomed to it.

Back then, Mu Yu had asked Mu Hanxiao several times, "Brother, don't you like sleeping with me?"

Mu Hanxiao had countered, "Why do you always insist on sleeping with me?"

"Because I like you, of course."

Mu Hanxiao had studied him for a moment before saying, "You don't like me. You're just afraid of being alone."

Feeling wronged, Mu Yu had raised his voice, "No! It's really because I like you!"

At the time, he had earnestly wanted to explain to Mu Hanxiao that he truly liked him—that was why he wanted to cling to him, not because he was afraid of something or simply wanted company.

Because even then, he had intuitively sensed that Mu Hanxiao genuinely believed that was the case.

He truly believed he didn't like him.

A negative, hollow figure—that was the impression Mu Hanxiao had left in Mu Yu's heart, not the radiant, brilliant Mu Hanxiao seen by everyone else. That luminous version of him seemed more like an intangible existence, constructed by external forces, forever ahead of him, in his future—a "person" he was destined to become.

He should have steadily affirmed himself until he reached that future, like a great ship carrying heaven itself. But long ago, Mu Yu, who had come into Mu Hanxiao's life, had gradually developed a vague sense: Mu Hanxiao would never arrive at that future.

His innate self-negation and the constructed affirmation were irreconcilable contradictions, two forces tearing at each other until one prevailed and the other was defeated—only then would Mu Hanxiao find peace. He was born denying himself, refusing to acknowledge his own existence. Becoming a complete person was an almost impossible task for him, one that could collapse into nothingness at any moment.

When Mu Yu woke again, it was already morning. A servant gently called him to breakfast—Mu Hanxiao had already left, apparently due to company matters.

Mu Yu's eyes were slightly red when he woke, clearly from lack of sleep. After breakfast, he changed into outdoor clothes, casually grabbed a pair of sunglasses and a hat, then headed out to the company.

He hadn't gone out in a long time and wanted to clear his mind while also checking on Mu Hanxiao's work progress.

The sunglasses covered half his face. Phil drove him to the office building, and just as he was about to get out and open the door for Mu Yu, Mu Yu suddenly raised a hand to stop him. Phil obediently stayed put.

Mu Yu sat in the passenger seat, removing his sunglasses to stare ahead. Not far in front of them, a luxury car was parked by the roadside, and Mu Hanxiao stood beside it, talking to a woman. She was strikingly beautiful, her figure elegant. As she laughed and spoke with Mu Hanxiao, her slender fingers lightly brushed the car door—a subtle, teasing gesture.

Mu Hanxiao held the car door with one hand as the woman got in, then followed her inside. The car soon drove out of Mu Yu's sight.

Expressionless, Mu Yu put his sunglasses back on and picked up his phone to call Lu Hao.

Lu Hao answered, "What's up, Yu-ge?"

"Who was the woman meeting with Mu Hanxiao today?"

"Who? How would I know who Brother Mu meets with... Oh, you mean President Wang? She's our long-term business partner."

"Does he still need to meet with business partners?"

"Of course. Brother Mu is our CEO now—he has to oversee all operations."

Mu Yu hung up the phone.

Phil tentatively asked: "Should we follow them?"

Mu Yu replied coldly: "Let's not disturb CEO Mu's work. We're going home."

When Mu Hanxiao returned home at 10 PM, tonight's dinner engagement had initially been beneath his standing as Qingfei's CEO. Yet upon entering, he found himself surrounded by familiar faces from the past. The entire circle had assumed he'd resigned and disappeared—-no one expected to encounter such a prominent figure at such an ordinary gathering. The evening turned into an endless stream of people seeking Mu Hanxiao's attention, delaying his return until this late hour.

After showering and changing into pajamas, Mu Hanxiao entered the bedroom.

Only a dim yellow light illuminated the room. Mu Yu lay on his stomach reading, one leg casually swaying in the air, holding a glass of deep red plum sparkling juice.

The soft light traced the alluring curves of his back. As Mu Hanxiao approached, Mu Yu glanced at him briefly before returning to his book, flipping another page.

The bed dipped as Mu Hanxiao sat down. Mu Yu lazily turned onto his side, propping his chin on one hand while carelessly placing the glass on the bedsheet, its condensation leaving faint water rings on the fabric.

"Mu Hanxiao, when will you let me go to America?"

Mu Hanxiao answered: "That place isn't suitable for you."

"Then where is suitable?" Mu Yu's eyes curved with amusement. "Yunhai's basement?"

That peculiar, subtle fragrance of his began flowing between them again. Mu Hanxiao's gaze lingered on his snow-white neck as a large hand traveled from the slender back down to the narrow waist. Ticklish from the touch, Mu Yu laughed and wrapped an arm around the man's neck, pulling himself halfway up from the bed.

"Are you feeling triumphant now? Mu Yu is dead—no one will come looking for him anymore. You can keep him locked away forever." Mu Yu gently stroked Mu Hanxiao's back, breathing in his increasingly ragged breaths.

"You've calculated everything so perfectly. No one can touch you. Shall you lock me up now? After all, if you want to have me, I can't refuse." He pressed the glass of crimson liquid against Mu Hanxiao's lips, coaxing softly: "Drink this juice for me, and then we'll go to bed."

The sweet juice poured into his mouth until the glass was empty, leaving behind the icy tang of plums. Mu Hanxiao grasped the back of Mu Yu's neck and kissed him—a heavy, lustful kiss, lips and tongues entwined passionately. Pushed back into the mattress, Mu Yu's robe quickly came undone, revealing his pale, delicate body. The man kissed along his neck before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking until the sensitive bud went numb. Mu Yu moaned, fingers tangled in Mu Hanxiao's short, coarse hair as his legs wrapped around the man's waist, grinding against him. His cries were melodious and wanton, each one spiraling upward like birdsong, drawing their souls into a chaotic, disordered forest—a darkness like deep slumber, a burning dreamscape.

Through the thickening haze of drowsiness, Mu Hanxiao gripped Mu Yu's chin, his voice hoarse with desire: "Why did you drug me?" Mu Yu whispered in his ear: "Would you be satisfied if I said it was poison?"

When Mu Hanxiao forced his eyes open through the pounding headache, he saw only darkness.

The slightest movement revealed his wrists bound with rope, secured to something. He seemed to still be in bed—the scents, sounds and textures remained unchanged.

"Awake already?"

Curious, Mu Yu leaned in closer and tightened the rope around Hanxiao's wrist once more for good measure, securing it to the headboard. He covered Hanxiao's eyes with a black cloth—now, with those emotionless dark eyes hidden, the man's sharp nose and thin, stern lips took on an air of cold, restrained allure.

Hanxiao didn't resist, letting himself be bound. "What are you trying to do?"

Mu Yu rested an elbow on his shoulder, tilting his head as he studied him for a long moment before suddenly slithering like a snake onto his abdomen, straddling him with his legs spread.

His robe slipped halfway off, revealing most of his pale back as he pressed against Hanxiao's equally half-exposed, feverish chest. Wrapping his arms around the man's neck, he nestled his head against the crook of his shoulder. "Hanxiao, how about I stage a scene where you're dead too? When they find out tomorrow and announce the news, you'll vanish from this world forever. What do you think?"

He flicked out his soft, red tongue to lightly lick Hanxiao's Adam's apple before taking it into his mouth, biting down slowly. One hand slid beneath the man's robe, tracing the firm, sculpted muscles. Hanxiao let out a low groan, his cock hardening against Mu Yu's thigh. Smirking, Mu Yu straightened up and shrugged off his robe, kneeling naked before Hanxiao's blindfolded form. His fingers dipped between his own legs, slipping into his already damp entrance with slow, slick movements. His breath hitched as he worked himself open, the lewd sound of wetness filling the air.

The rope tied to the headboard pulled taut as Hanxiao's muscles tensed. His voice was rough when he spoke. "Mu Yu."

Sinking back down, Mu Yu squeezed his thighs around Hanxiao's rigid length, fingers still thrusting into his slick hole. He rocked his hips gently, the soft flesh of his legs rubbing against the thick shaft, their cocks pressed flush together, sacs grinding against heated skin until wetness smeared across Mu Yu's inner thighs. A moan escaped him as pleasure coiled tight, while beneath him, Hanxiao's breathing grew ragged, sweat beading on his heaving abdomen. His skin, flushed darker with arousal, gleamed under the dim light, every inch of his powerful frame radiating raw, primal desire.

Mu Yu's gaze wandered dazedly over Hanxiao's half-bared chest, as if he could hear the man's heart pounding erratically beneath. "Hanxiao, is it so hard to say you love me?"

"How many times have I said it, and you never listened." Mu Yu panted softly. "Now you want to marry me—and you expect me to agree?"

Pleasure crested, and with a soft cry, Mu Yu came, his release spilling between them. He spread his legs, sticky strands clinging as he pulled away from Hanxiao's still-hard cock. Reaching for a silver ring, he unclasped it and fastened it snugly around the base of Hanxiao's shaft with a click.

The ring was slightly tight, drawing a heavy breath from Hanxiao. His long legs bent, sweat dampening his temples. "I heard everything." "But you didn't care."

"Let me go." Hanxiao's voice was rough with strain.

"When I begged you to let me go before, why didn't you?"

Mu Yu retrieved a vibrator from the bedside and patted Hanxiao's cheek. "You liked playing with me, didn't you? Now I'll play with you—ah, but you can't see. Then just listen."

Mu Yu moistened the vibrator with his tongue, his lips producing lewd, wet sounds as he sucked. Mu Hanxiao panted heavily, struggling against his restraints until the bedframe trembled slightly from the force. Unfazed, Mu Yu pressed the slick toy against his entrance and slowly pushed it in.

"Mmm..."

Unable to bear the pain, his tight muscles clenched, resisting the thick intrusion. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto Mu Hanxiao's scorching abdomen, fingers working the fake cock in and out of himself, gradually sinking deeper. His breath came in ragged moans as his delicate, pale hand slid over Mu Hanxiao's broad shoulder. "Brother, it hurts..."

Their faces were close, breaths mingling. Mu Hanxiao caught the faint scent of Mu Yu's skin, their lips nearly brushing—but when he tried to kiss him, Mu Yu turned away.

"Mu Yu." Mu Hanxiao's voice was strained, teeth gritted. "Let me go. I don't want you to hurt like this."

The vibrator pressed deep into his tight passage, and Mu Yu's thighs trembled as he flicked the switch. A low, muffled buzz filled the air, drawing a choked cry from him as the toy hit just the right spot. Pain and pleasure collided, his vision blurring. He braced himself against Mu Hanxiao, one hand gripping the man's throat, soft, fragrant breath ghosting over his face. Waves of electric pleasure wracked Mu Yu's body, his fingers digging into the prominent Adam's apple until Mu Hanxiao choked.

"Mu Hanxiao, I came back for you." His voice was fractured by desire. "I asked you again and again—why get married? Was it real? I was telling you... begging you not to. Do you understand?"

Tears clung to his lashes, whether from lust or hatred. "Why did you kiss her?"

"Because you don't want to love me anymore, do you? You want to leave me." His grip tightened. "You want to give up on me."

A sudden gasp escaped him as his climax tore through him, his clenching walls trapping the vibrator deep inside. He came across Mu Hanxiao's chest, thick white streaks dripping down. Mu Hanxiao was breathing like a caged beast, his cock painfully hard, the ring around its base straining against the flushed, throbbing length. Only a thin trickle of precum leaked from the tip. His wrists were raw from struggling, a faint red mark staining his throat where Mu Yu had choked him.

Gasping, Mu Yu pulled out the slick toy and tossed it aside, then slowly rose, slipping into a robe. Sensing his departure, Mu Hanxiao ignored the ache in his throat. "Mu Yu!"

"I'm leaving," Mu Yu said.

Bare-legged, he stepped lightly into his shoes and drifted out of the dim room like a ghost.

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