Goddess Bless You From Death

Case File 46.

The investigation into the sacrificial murder case spanned several months, uncovering more horrible details about what the father and son had done as it progressed. After returning from Sisaket, Singha was buried in work, dealing with station repairs, aiding injured officers, and travelling for the case investigation. Since that day. Thup could count the words they exchanged daily.

Thup had been staring at his phone for a while, noticing his bank balance dwindling every single day as he hadn't taken on any new jobs since his arrest. Today, he also needed to pay for his apartment. He would soon have to start accepting drawing commissions.

The sound of the door opening drew Thup's attention away from the banking app on his phone. His big brother was back earlier than usual. Normally, Thup would see Singha early in the morning and again after sunset, but today, Singha returned in the afternoon, looking utterly exhausted.

"You're home!?"

"Yeah," Singha replied, collapsing onto the sofa and using Thup's lap as a pillow as usual. "I'm wiped out."

"Why are you home early today?"

"Didn't feel like arguing with King"

"You fought?" Thup watched as Singha turned to face his stomach and closed his eyes.

"He wants to reveal in court that you're the son... but forget it. I'm not allowing it," Singha mumbled against Thup's stomach, the clean scent calming him.

"If it's necessary for your case, it's okay."

"No, it'll be in the court records and the public statements. Even though you're not involved, people won't care." Thup gently rubbed his back, thinking over his big brother's words. People's perceptions varied-some might pity him, others might see him merely as the murderer's son.

"What were you doing?"

"I was about to pay the room rent."

"Pay rent? Why?"

"Well..."

"Get up," Singha commanded, rising and stretching.

"Where are we going?"

"To pack your things and move out, so you don't have to keep paying rent."

"Move here?!"

"Choose: either move out of the condo or move out of my house?"

"You really want me to live here?" Thup asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

"If I wanted you gone, I'd have kicked you out long ago." Overjoyed, Thup hugged him and kissed both his cheeks.

"Thank you"

"Yeah, yeah. Why so happy?" Singha ruffled Thup's hair before heading out to the car.

Living with Thup wasn't so bad. Before, Singha used to be indifferent, working late, sleeping at the station, eating at nearby restaurants, and sometimes not coming home for weeks. It didn't matter because no one was waiting for him. Now, he often thought about someone waiting at home, finding the house lit up when he returned, meals prepared in the morning, and food waiting for him no matter how late he came back. He realised he wasn't used to being alone; he was used to having no one. But now he had someone-a big puppy waiting for him at home.

They arrived at Thup's condo in half an hour. While Thup handled the move-out formalities with the management, Singha started packing. He noticed that there wasn't much to pack, since most of the furniture and appliances belonged to the condo. Despite earning some money from his artwork, it seemed insufficient for Thup to live lavishly, as he had to rely on himself alone.

"P'Singh, the management gave me these boxes," Thup said, bringing in several cardboard boxes. "You can rest; I'll handle the packing."

"You pack the bedroom; I'll handle this area."

"Okay," Thup agreed, smiling as he prepared the boxes for Singha. In the small condo, only the sounds of packing and occasional conversations filled the air. They occasionally chatted without uneasiness. Hours later, the boxes were ready to be moved out. Thup looked around the empty room, feeling a sense of nostalgia, and sighed.

"I'll take these down first."

Thup grabbed his hand, taking a deep breath to gather courage for what he was about to say.

"I have some savings. I'm not sure how many months of rent it covers, but I'll work hard and not be a burden. I promise," Thup spoke with a serious tone, his brown eyes reflecting determination and sincerity in his words.

"Your job is to do whatever you want. I never said you're a burden. I won't take your money. I can take care of a puppy," Singha replied, pinching Thup's nose lightly. "Just don't be naughty."

"I'm never naughty with you," Thup said, hugging Singha's waist and resting his head on his shoulder. "I'm not naughty at all."

"Make sure of it," Singha lightly patted Thup's thick waist before lifting his hand to hug him back. There were no formal declarations, but they both knew they wouldn't be alone anymore, having each other from now on. After moving and organising Thup's belongings at home, Thup offered to cook dinner as a thank you, though it was something he did regularly.

"What's up, Sergeant?" Singha's voice made Thup turn to look at him, sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone.

[Inspector, about the ritual-related documents, do I really need to find them?]

"Yes, why?"

[Can I take them home? The station feels eerie.]

Singha got up and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to watch Thup drop the meat into the pot. Thup also turned to look at Singha upon hearing the conversation. "The place has been blessed by monks and repaired. What's there to fear?"

[It's still scary. Reading the news makes it worse. What if the ghosts are still there?]

Singha thought for a moment before sighing. "Fine, do what you want, but I need the documents by tomorrow evening."

[Understood, sir!]

Singha shook his head and ended the call.

"Taste this." Thup scooped up some sauce, blew on it until it cooled, and then held it up to Singha.

"It's good"

The young man smiled as he received the compliment.

"What was that about?"

"Do you think those two ghosts are still around? Since the abbot died, you haven't seen them, right?"

"Yeah, those spirits needed someone to offer sacrifices. Now that the person is dead, I think they're gone too."

"Gone where?"

"I don't know," Thup shrugged. He wasn't an expert, only knowing the basic principles Luang Pu taught-birth, ageing, suffering, death, and perishment. "Let's eat."

Dinner was simple as usual, nothing special, just a regular day shared by two people who once lived alone but now had each other. Their conversations ranged from serious to trivial. Lately, it had always been this way. They both knew they no longer had to eat alone at the large round table anymore.

After dinner, Singha took a shower, washing away the day's grime. Emerging from the bathroom, he found Thup folding laundry at the edge of the bed.

"Go shower "

"Just a bit more, please."

Singha shrugged and then sat down next to him. He rolled his shoulders to relieve the fatigue from the hectic day.

"Tired?"

"Yeah"

"Want me to give you a massage?"

"Sure," Singha replied, lying on his stomach with just a towel around his waist. Thup swallowed hard, feeling his heart race since the night they last...

"Done yet?"

"A-Almost." 

Thup finished folding the last piece of clothing and put everything into the wardrobe. He sat on the bed's edge, his beautiful eyes tracing the tanned muscles on Singha's back down to his waist, and the towel riding up to reveal Apollo holes. Thup took a deep breath to calm his racing heart before placing his hands on Singha's back, gently stroking the muscles.

"Is that all your strength?" Singha's deep voice broke Thup's concentration. He started massaging earnestly, from the shoulders to the back, until he heard Singha's satisfied hums.

"Have you heard anything about Bom?" Thup tried to find a topic to talk about, so he wouldn't accidentally stare at Singha's backside any longer.

"He's in custody, paralysed, unable to move because of skin contractures. He's been complaining about seeing ghosts."

"Huh? Seeing ghosts?"

"Yeah, every night around three, he screams until five, then sits dazed all day." Singha felt the soft hands sliding down to his waist.

"Harder."

"Should I go check on him?"

"Aren't you scared?"

"I am... but you'll come too.. right?"

"You have the amulet necklace." Singha chuckled softly before turning to look at the young man sitting beside him. Thup looked disheartened before grabbing a blanket to cover Singha's lower body, as the towel had shifted too far up.

“It's better with you around."

"Come closer."

Thup leaned in towards his big brother obediently, and Singha pulled the collar of his oversized T-shirt towards him until their noses touched. "I'll go to work at ten tomorrow."

"That's. Good, you'll get more rest," Thup replied, avoiding Singha's eyes and looking at the bedpost instead.

"Before you say anything, why don't you check where your hands are?" Thup looked down and realised that his hands were resting on his brother's lower abdomen. If they moved any lower, they might end up in an awkward place. Thup looked up and met Singha's gaze before wrapping his arms around his brother's waist. He realised he was losing to Singha in every way.

"Can I kiss you?"

"No-" Upon receiving the answer, Thup's beautiful eyes immediately dimmed. He pouted slightly before resting his head on Singha's shoulder. His delicate hands moved unconsciously from Singha's waist down to his rounded hips. 

"No problem."

Thup immediately lifted his head and flashed a bright smile at Singha. He threw himself onto Singha, their bodies pressed together on the bed. Thup's full lips met Singha's, and he began to kiss him tenderly.

As Singha parted his lips, Thup took the chance to slip his tongue inside, savouring the sweetness. The first time they kissed, Thup had been so intoxicated that he only remembered the bitter taste, but now he could taste the cool mint on Singha's tongue. Thup kissed Singha slowly and gently, but soon Singha flipped him onto the bed, positioning himself on top.

"Take off your shirt." Thup complied willingly, taking off his T-shirt and tossing it aside on the bed. "You look better now."

His flawless face flushed immediately upon receiving the compliment. Over the past month, he had spent most of his time at home. Aside from cleaning and drawing, he had devoted all his time to exercising. What was once a slight muscle tone had now firmed up into a well-defined abdominal six-pack. His efforts had not been in vain!

"You're quite alert about this kind of thing." Singha teased, feeling something pressing against his backside.

"P'Singh," Thup said in a pleading tone, gently stroking Singha's waist.

"What are you trying to get with this kind of coaxing?" Singha leaned in to kiss the nape of Thup's neck. It smelled like a newborn puppy-a scent he had become most familiar with over the past few months. His thick lips alternated between nibbling and kissing, causing Thup to accidentally scratch his tan back lightly. "Let me see how much you learned from those things you watched."

"Did you see it!?" Thup jolted upon hearing the previous sentence from Singha, who was busy with his chest.

"You left it open." Thup's smooth cheeks turned red up to his ears when he was caught searching for things on the computer. "How to prepare, how to make a partner feel good, and oh, how to use condoms too."

"P-Please don't talk about it." Thup raised his hands to cover his flushed face, feeling even more embarrassed as he heard it from Singha. Singha chuckled before leaning in to kiss the back of Thup's hand.

He got up and walked towards the dressing room before returning to stand beside the bed once more. The boy's white skin on the bed was now even more enticingly flushed. For Singha, having an intimate relationship with someone wasn't unusual. Still, for the young man who had never even had a first kiss, it was not surprising that he would rely on information from the internet.

The young inspector removed the towel, revealing a bare, attractive body. Thup stared in awe before moving to the edge of the bed and looking up at Singha.

"If I die, it's your fault," the young man lamented, feeling as though his heart might stop at any moment. Singha reached out to hold Thup's chin before leaning in until the tip of his nose nearly brushed Thup's flushed cheek.

"If you do a bad job..." Thup swallowed hard when he saw a dozen condom packets thrown onto the bed. "Next time, I'll do it myself."

His clear, white face traced its gaze down to Singha's broad chest, the beautifully defined abdominal muscles, and finally to the appropriately sized anaconda. Thup swallowed again before reaching out to grasp it and begin gently stroking. Everything about the person in front of him seemed beautiful and intriguing; he could barely maintain his composure.

Singha watched as the young man leaned in to kiss his hip. Moving along the V-line before reaching the member that was starting to stiffen with arousal. When Thup enveloped it with his lips, Singha's jaw clenched immediately. The warm, moist cavity, though somewhat inexperienced and awkward, was still not bad at all.

"Mm, good boy, watch your teeth." Singha gently stroked Thup's hair, which had grown longer. His eyes gleamed as he looked at the blushing cheeks and the lips now wrapped around his member. Thup tried to take as much as he could into his mouth, his slender hands embracing Singha's hips and squeezing his buttocks, losing control.

"Ah, use your tongue too." The young man looked up and began to lick around the hot member. The more he heard Singha's pleased moans, the happier he felt. 

"Damn! This feels so good!"

As arousal surged, primal instincts took over. Singha pressed Thup's head down and thrust deeper into the warm cavity. Soon, thick white fluid surged into Thup's mouth, nearly causing him to gag.

"Cough! Cough! P'Singh. cough!"

"Sorry, sorry, I'll go get-" Singha was interrupted as Thup grabbed his hand, pulling him back onto the bed. The young man then straddled him. "I'll go get some water."

"It's okay." Thup's nose turned red as Singha playfully pinched it.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's good."

"Just good..?" Thup's slightly pouty face and pleading eyes made Singha pull him closer by the neck.

"Try again next time."

"Okay."

Their lips met once more, and their tongues danced together endlessly. Singha spread his legs to bring Thup closer. At this point, there was hardly a part of them that wasn't touching. Thup moved in to give Singha a big kiss on the cheek, then descended to kiss his strong neck.

"Can I kiss here?" Thup gave a light peck on the neck, indicating the spot with his hand, which was now gently caressing Singha's firm buttocks.

"No, ugh, not there."

"How about here?" Thup kissed the centre of Singha's chest before dragging his tongue to the dark nipple. "Can I kiss here too?"

"Ah, yes. But where are your hands?" Singha felt Thup's fingers pressing on his rear entrance. "Get the lube from the nightstand."

"I'll need to stay away from you then," Thup replied, releasing his grip on the nipple.

"You need it for this to work. Don't be stubborn!" Singha said firmly. Thup immediately moved to get the lube after being scolded.

"Yes, open it and squeeze it onto your fingers."

"What should I do next?" Thup returned to planting kisses across Singha's chest before his gel-coated fingers resumed their attention on Singha's tight entrance

"Try inserting it," Singha guided, cupping Thup's face to kiss him again. Even though it wasn't Singha's first time, he had been away from sex for a while, and he didn't want to rush through it and ruin the experience.

Thup's hands were beautiful, with long, slender fingers admired by many. He had always thought they were just aesthetically pleasing. But he was discovering they were also useful in bed. He slowly began to insert his first two fingers into Singha's tight entrance. Each movement was met with a tight clenching, allowing Thup to feel every sensation inside. The soft moans from Singha made Thup open his eyes to check, and he saw Singha's brows furrowed, making him unsure if he was doing it right.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Deeper, ah, go deeper," Singha gasped, his breath quickening as he looked down at himself. The sensation of Thup's fingers slowly probing inside made him moan lowly, until... "Aah! Right there, ugh! Right there!"

"Here?" Thup pressed against the same spot again. Seeing Singha shiver, Thup repeatedly stimulated the spot he had read about, which was said to be an intensely pleasurable point for his partner. "Does it feel good? Are you enjoying it?"

Singha looked up with a challenging smile, wrapping his arms around Thup's neck and licking Thup's chin seductively.

"It would be better if you took your fingers out... and replaced them with something else."

"W-Will it hurt?"

"I survived being stabbed with metal, so I doubt I'd be hurt by you." Singha's suggestive remark made Thup blush and bury his face in Singha's shoulder. He's such a handful, just like what P'Sei said.

Thup pulled his fingers out and sat, gazing at his partner with wide, excited eyes. His heart raced faster than ever before. The more he looked into those beautiful, dark eyes, the more he felt lost, completely captivated.

"If it hurts, just tell me, and I'll stop. I won't continue if it's painful for you."

"Are you really going to stop with how hard you are?" Singha used his toes to rub against Thup's aroused dick, causing the young man to moan immediately.

"Ugh, I.. I mean, if it hurts you..."

"Well, I don't think I'll moan because it hurts. It should be because of something else." Singha spread his long legs wider, encouraging Thup to stop being so hesitant.

Thup bit his lip to keep from smiling foolishly. He straightened up and carefully opened a condom, then put it on his own throbbing member. His heart pounded as he moved between Singha's legs, anxious about making a mistake and facing a reprimand. If Singha got bored with him, he would end up rejected.

"P'Singh... Can you not leave me?"

Singha gazed at the young man above him, seemingly on the brink of tears, but his arousal was pressing against Singha's entrance.

"Come down here," Singha beckoned with a finger, drawing Thup closer. He gently held Thup's face and nuzzled the tip of his nose. "Why would I leave you?"

"If one day...If one day you get bored with me."

"Do I seem like someone who would do that?" Thup shook his head vigorously, his hair bouncing. "I'm not going to leave you just because you're inexperienced, Thup. You haven't even started yet."

Thup showered Singha with kisses on the cheek and hugged him tightly. A surge of positive energy helped him regain confidence. He rubbed his member on the entrance of the man at the bottom.

Thup watched anxiously as he slowly eased himself inside. The tightness made him clench his jaw, veins bulging as sweat broke out on his temples and back. The sensation was so intense that he almost lost control, wanting to thrust hard but fearing Singha's discomfort.

Singha watched as Thup penetrated him, the tightness and sensation causing him to grip the bed tightly. He bit his lip to stifle any sounds, worried that he might startle Thup. When Thup finally reached his full length, he looked up at Singha with a smile and leaned in for an embrace, their bodies still connected below.

"Good job, you little puppy," Singha said, gently stroking Thup's head and taking a deep breath. "You can start moving now."

"You mean everything to me, Singha," Thup replied, kissing the sharp jawline. He straightened up and lifted Singha's legs onto his shoulders.

Thup's pale hips began to move with a steady rhythm, pushing his member in and out fully, creating intense friction inside. He firmly held Singha's legs, allowing the sensations to carry him away. His full lips kissed and caressed Singha's thighs before he started thrusting faster and harder.

"Deeper, ah, deeper, Thup," Singha moaned. Soon, any pain was replaced by pleasure, and he smiled as he watched his 'puppy' mature today. "Ah, good boy, aah, thrust harder!"

Thup was never accustomed to Singha's passionate words. He would always blush, but also found himself enjoying it immensely. He increased the force of his thrusts as Singha requested and leaned down to suckle on Singha's firm chest. With Singha's legs pressed against the chest, the tightness of his rear only made it more perfect for pounding.

Singha embraced Thup's neck tightly, releasing his emotions on the smooth, white back. He didn't have to worry about how many red marks would be left by morning. Each thrust precisely struck the sensitive spot, causing him to clench his teeth with pleasure.

"Thup likes your voice, ah, call my name, please," the young man coaxed, even though their lower bodies were almost beyond mercy. His soft lips kissed Singha's, then trailed across his face.

"Thup, ah, good boy, aah, very good." Singha's praises acted as a catalyst, making the puppy above him grow into a fully developed dog. Thup lifted his hips before moving down to lick and kiss Singha's chest.

"P'Singh, aah, I'm...ugh, going to.."

"Faster, aaahhh," Singha could hardly hear anything anymore, his mind going blank. He opened his eyes to look at the boy above him, cupping his face with his hands. His hot lips kissed Thup's flushed cheeks before he whispered in his ear, 

"Pour it in."

"Ahhh!!" Thup climaxed instantly upon hearing Singha's words.

At the same time, Singha, who was stroking his dick, felt warmth inside despite the condom. It wasn't long before he, too, reached his peak, with their shared release staining their stomachs. The room was filled with heavy breathing, and the bed looked like a battlefield. Thup withdrew and lay down on Singha's chest, listening to the pounding heartbeat. The boy lifted his head and placed it on Singha's chest, smiling widely at him.

"Do you love it?"

"Love what?"

"Do you love me?" Thup replied, his words causing Singha to lift his head and look at him before settling back down. "Hmph, if I didn't love you, would you be lying on my chest like this?" Thup nestled his face into the centre of Singha's chest, making contented, puppy-like sounds that prompted Singha to stroke his head gently.

"Tomorrow, you said you have to work at ten, right?"

"Yeah."

"And do we need to use all these?" Thup propped himself up and picked up the condom that had not yet fallen off the side of the bed, holding it in his hand.

"What do you think?" Singha lifted himself and looked at his own body covered in love marks from the boy. He narrowed his eyes at Thup's eager expression, then chuckled softly. "I'll be back after one go for a smoke."

Singha got up to grab a cigarette from the table, but was immediately approached from behind by little pup, who wrapped his arms around him.

"P'Singh. It's bitter," Thup kissed the back of Singha's neck, leaning his face against his shoulder.

Singha pushed his tongue against his cheek before roughly brushing his dishevelled hair back. He dropped the cigarette on the floor and turned to look at the young man behind him.

"Fine, no more smoking! I'll just suck on you instead!"

Thup laughed cheerfully before following Singha to the bed. The young man was thrown down to sit before Singha straddled his lap, causing his once again hardening member to rub against the curve of his beautiful, tanned backside.

"Switching to me is a good option. It's better for your health." Singha lightly tapped Thup's forehead with the back of his hand before kissing him deeply, savouring the taste left after the cigarette he had just discarded. He shall remember that when it came to the bed... this little brat was no longer a puppy.