[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 248: The Devil Wears Pink

The leaves rustled in the breeze, and a few pink petals, like the wings of little fairies, swirled through the air. They drifted past the pillars, landing gently on the two figures seated on the floor.

Perhaps because Darius was taller, the petal chose to land on his head.

The sight of serious Darius with a soft pink petal in his silver hair was unexpectedly endearing. It made Xion laugh as he fondly plucked it away, "I always thought blue suited you... but pink looks good too."

It really did. Or maybe it was just Xion who found those sharp eyes more adorable than intimidating.

"Whatever you say, my lord."

Now it was Xion’s turn to flush. He thought those words wouldn’t affect him as much after the confession, that he wouldn’t blush so easily at every term of endearment.

Yet here he was, sitting with a faint pink tint warming his cheeks.

Darius scratched Xion’s nose with a playful smile. "I think I like pink too." When it’s on you...

"Don’t tease me." The kitten glared at the Archduke but couldn’t hold back a laugh when Darius suddenly grabbed his waist.

Those restless fingers sank into the delicate curve of his waist and...

"Pfft — hahaha! Hey, don’t — hahaha — that tickles...!"

Tickling hadn’t been Darius’ intention. He only meant to hold Xion, but his fingers had other plans as they moved at their own will.

He was glad, though. Those soft giggles — oh, they sounded divine.

It suddenly reminded him of the verse from the holy books.

"When the Goddess whispers in the ears of worshipers, they will hear the most soothing voice, and nothing can compare to the peace it brings."

To Darius, Xion was that sacred existence. He brought a peace the Archduke had never known... not until the night Xion cradled him in his arms.

Even if it had been ’Rael’ and not him, Darius had already experienced it last night, had he not?

"Stop!" Xion said in a breathless voice, and when Darius finally halted, the poor kitten collapsed into his tormentor’s arms. "You... bad guy!"

That only made Darius’ lips twitch. Who even cursed like that? Then again, he doubted Xion knew any real curse words.

"I can’t move now." Xion tried to get up, but his legs failed him.

Apparently, his legs had chosen the worst time to abandon him to the tickle monster. They were completely numb. "I think you have to carry me..."

Now that was an inviting offer.

Darius desperately hid his eagerness, trying hard to bite back a grin. "With pleasure." His voice dripped adoration as he prepared to ask his baby to wrap his legs around him.

There was no bad intention, really. He was just planning to carry Xion... in a slightly different way. That was all.

Though the smirk on his lips said otherwise.

Just then, something hit the ground with a dull thud. Both turned just in time to see Noxian standing there, looking like a ruffled creature with some leaves and twigs stuck in his hair.

His purple eyes widened in horror as he stared at the duo. "You... you..." That was all the teenager could manage.

Although Xion was baffled by the sudden outburst, Darius wasn’t. He knew exactly what the kid must be imagining.

The Archduke glanced down to find Xion’s arms loosely wrapped around him.

A blush still colored his baby’s face from the earlier laughter, and Darius didn’t even need a mirror to know his own hair was a mess. After all, they were rolling on the floor just a few minutes ago. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Not to mention their position. Ah, that detail was worth elaborating.

His hands were on Xion’s hips. The clueless healer with a slight smile was now straddling him, ready to be picked up like an obedient kitten.

It was a compromising position, especially when Xion was still gasping.

Although Darius was just about to pick his little prince up, he was quite pleased by what Noxian had perceived it to be.

"Were you being chased by a bull?" Xion asked, utterly perplexed.

"I... I heard voices," Noxian muttered, his eyes fixed on the sinful hands gripping his brother.

"Ah?" Xion turned to Darius. "Were we too loud? I didn’t think I was."

"No, darling." Darius leaned in with an amused smile and kissed Xion’s forehead. "You weren’t loud at all. Just those sweet little gasps and sighs when I touched and... did that to you."

By ’that’ Darius meant tickling. However, for poor Noxian, those words detonated like a bomb.

And then perhaps out of indifference, or perhaps with full intent to push the teenager over the edge, Darius simply scooped Xion up and carried him back to their room, unbothered by the little tail trailing behind them.

"You should make a list of things you’ll need for the journey," he said calmly. "Haldris might take days to search... maybe longer, depending on what you’re hoping to find. And with your body in its current state..."

The Archduke sighed, his voice dipping with guilt. "It’s my fault. I was too... rough with you. You should rest for now."

Xion tilted his head, finding the phrasing a little odd, but still, he wrapped his arms around Darius’ neck and hummed in agreement.

He did have a few things to discuss with his system anyway.

Once left alone, he summoned the system window and began marking out territories on the map.

Outside the door, Noxian was fuming.

His eyes burned into the Archduke. "What did you do to my brother? Don’t you know how fragile he is? I swear, Your Grace, if you’ve hurt him... I don’t care if I become a murderer of royalty."

Darius raised a brow, but his tone was surprisingly calm when he said, "We didn’t do anything sexual if that’s what you’re so panicked about."

He was generous enough to elaborate on his earlier mischief. "Xion kissed me, and I was just holding him when you walked in."

That brought tremendous relief to Noxian, so much so that his tense shoulders relaxed. Not for long though.

"It will happen eventually, but the question is..." Darius’ gaze chilled.

He pinned the noisy brat in his place as he stepped forward, easily towering the younger man, "...what makes you think you have the right to intrude?"

There was a chill wrapping around Noxian’s neck. One wrong word, even one wrong breath, and that chill might turn into a noose, taking his last breath as a gift for the Archduke.

And worst of all? Noxian knew Darius was fully capable of it.