Goddess Bless You From Death

 C50 - Special Case 1.

"Hmm.." Thick eyebrows knitted together even though he wasn't fully awake. The pressure around his waist and the heat from behind made him annoyed enough to wake from a pleasant dream.

Singha slowly opened his eyes reluctantly. The low groan in his throat, as if he was uncomfortable, made him sit up and turn around. Thup's face was pale, his eyebrows furrowed, sweat trickling down his temples. The arm wrapped around his waist tightened intermittently. Singha reached out to touch his forehead and neck, finding the body temperature alarmingly high. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw it was six in the morning, the usual wake-up time for the kid beside him.

"Thup, Thup!"

"Umm.." The pearly eyelids slowly opened, revealing watery eyes. "P'Singh, my head hurts."

The whimpering sound of the little pup made Singha gently stroke the soft, silky hair.

"You're sick now. I told you not to get caught in the rain."

"Ummm..." Thup shifted, resting his head on his lap without letting go of his thigh.

"Get up first. I'll get you some food and medicine."

"No, I want to stay with you."

"Thup, don't be stubborn."

"I'm not stubborn."

Singha sighed. Normally, one word from him would have the kid on his lap listening, but now, with the sickness making him clingy and argumentative. His puppy was throwing a fit.

Singha spent some time stroking the person's head on the bed, soothing him to sleep. Once he saw that Thup was sound asleep. He gently laid the little puppy down before getting up to go downstairs. Even though he wasn't much of a cook, making a simple bowl of rice porridge shouldn't be too difficult. While waiting for everything to boil in the pot, Singha called his close friend.

[It's too early! Way too early!] A groggy voice mumbled, not evoking any guilt in Singha.

"Dude, what medicine should a sick person take?" 

[Huh?! Are you sick?]

"No, it's Thup."

[My son is sick?!]

"Yeah, he got caught in the rain yesterday."

[Just have him eat something and take his medicine, then wipe him down and let him rest.]

"Is that all?" Singha grabbed a thermometer and various medications, including a cooling gel patch.

[Yeah, but if his fever doesn't go down and it's over 39 degrees, take him to the doctor. Actually, you can bring him to me.]

"Alright, thanks." After hanging up, Singha brought the rice porridge and medication upstairs. The sight of the kid on the bed curled up in a ball made him feel a pang of sympathy. Singha sat down by the bed and gently woke the sick boy up again.

"Thup! Wake up for a bit, Thup."

"Mm," Thup turned over to look at him before slowly sitting up with Singha's help, leaning against the headboard.

"Eat some food and take your medicine first, then I'll wipe you down."

"Have you eaten yet?" Thup's hoarse voice made Singha reach out and gently stroke his head

"I'll eat later. You eat first."

"Can you feed me?"

"Yeah, sure." Every time Thup asked sweetly with those clear eyes, Singha couldn't help but give in. He scooped up some rice porridge, blew on it until it cooled, and brought it to the sick boy's lips. "How is it?"

"A bit too salty."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Just eat it." Singha wanted to whack the kid with the spoon, but settled for gently pinching his nose instead.

After feeding him for a while, Thup shook his head vigorously. Saying he was full. Not wanting to argue, Singha let him be and gave him his medicine. While Thup was taking his pills, Singha went to fill a basin with water and grabbed a small, clean towel.

"Take off your shirt. I need to wipe you down."

"I'm cold."

"Just for a bit."

Thup raised his arms, waiting for Singha to help him undress. As the cartoon-patterned white t-shirt came off, revealing his bare upper body, Singha couldn't help but smile at the sight of Thup's well-toned muscles and fair skin, which he had trained so well.

As soon as the wet cloth touched Thup's body, he flinched, but upon looking up at Singha's face, he fell silent, feeling too shy to say anything. The thorough wiping of every part of his body caused his face, ears, and torso to turn red.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

"B-Because it's embarrassing"

"We do it every night. Is there anything I haven't seen yet?"

"I'm still embarrassed."

Thup's shy demeanour contrasted sharply with his boldness in bed the night before, making Singha want to bite his fair cheeks. When they were being intimate, Thup never seemed this shy. After taking care of the sick boy, Singha went to shower and change for work. Despite being told to rest, Thup's beautiful eyes followed Singha's every move.

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I want to see you off to work first."

Singha walked over and sat on the bed, gently stroking Thup's head. "I'll come back to check on you at noon, so just rest. Don't get up for anything. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Get well soon, my little pup. I'm worried about you." Singha leaned down and gently kissed Thup's forehead, where a cooling gel patch was placed.

The door opening without a knock left no doubt about who it was. Singha placed the documents he had been reading for hours on the desk, his eyes beginning to blur.

"Singh, let's go eat," Darin walked in first, followed closely by Sei.

"How's Thup doing?"

“I plan to check on him in another half hour." 

"Honestly, if he doesn't get better, you can bring him here to the infirmary. I'll take a look at him."

"Yeah." Singha glanced at Sei, who had just sat down and was now napping on the sofa. The forensic department currently has only Sei and one assistant working. Whenever a case arose, only these two could go out and perform the duties, so it wasn't surprising that his friend was nearing exhaustion. "Sei, there will be an intern coming to your department at the beginning of next month. If he passes the evaluation, he'll choose whether to work here or at the institute."

"Yeah, whatever, just get someone," Sei replied dismissively before going back to sleep.

"Rin, get me some food and a coffee. I'm going to check on Thup."

"Alright, your sick boyfriend is making you slack off, huh?" Darin teased before Singha lightly tapped her forehead with his hand.

It took Singha less than twenty minutes to return to the house. When he walked in, he found that Thup had moved to lie on the sofa. The young man was curled up under a thick blanket, his pale face showing a bit more colour than in the morning. Singha walked over to sit next to him, gently touching his clear cheek. He reached for the remote to lower the air conditioner temperature before turning back to Thup.

"Ugh... When did you get back, P'Singh?"

"Just now. Why did you come down here?"

"I wanted to see you quickly"

"You're even more clingy when you're sick, little pup." Singha looked at the young man who snuggled closer, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. "Is your head still hurting? Should we have Darin take a look?"

"It still hurts." Thup buried his face in Singha's stomach. The lingering high temperature made Singha worry.

"Then get in the car. I'll go get your clothes ready." Thup reluctantly agreed after a while. He wanted to cling to his big brother but eventually got up and went to the car, bringing along his blanket and his favourite stuffed toy from a fair years ago.

Singha packed Thup's essentials into the car before driving back to the station, not forgetting to buy a simple lunch for the boy next to him.  The officers at the station were used to seeing the young man wandering around, as Thup often helped with some of the tasks for their superintendent.

"Rin, take a look at Thup," Singha said, opening the door to the infirmary before guiding the young man next to him toward Darin.

"Oh, my poor Thup! Let's check your temperature, blood pressure, and overall condition. If it's serious, I'll give you an injection and let you rest for a while."

"Okay." Singha felt more at ease as he watched Thup, holding his stuffed toy, walk into the examination room. Leaving him home alone made him worried; bringing him here seemed more manageable.

Meanwhile, Singha went back to finish his work so he could take Thup home without any concerns. It took nearly four hours. After signing the final document, Singha set his pen down and stretched to relieve the stiffness in his arm. He could finally take a break, unless...

"Boss."

"Come in," Singha said, looking at his subordinate, who entered with unwelcome documents.

"The scout unit sent a report. There's going to be a transaction at the club tonight."

"What time?"

"The first auction starts at 10 PM, but..." The officer hesitated, causing Singha to look up. "But our man inside got sick and was hospitalised this morning."

"Send someone else."

"Who, sir?"

"Do we only have one officer?"

"We have many, but it's hard to find someone good-looking and fit enough for that club."

"Ugh, just pick someone and send them. I'll get ready to infiltrate the auction. Order the team to be ready for a raid as soon as I give the signal. Go now." Singha stood up, organising the papers on his desk before grabbing a black shirt to change into, replacing the fitted T-shirt he was wearing.

This time, he had to lead the officers in arresting the human trafficking gang conducting auctions within a certain club. The department had been following this case for months, eventually sending one of its own to infiltrate and gather intel on the exact auction date. The goal was to catch the club owner in the act.

Taking the sick boy home would have to be postponed. After changing into his new attire, the owner of the beautiful tan skin walked back to the infirmary to ask Darin to take Thup home.

"Hey, Singh, where are you going?"

"Urgent work. Can you take Thup home? Is he feeling better?"

"Huh? Thup left about twenty minutes ago. He said he was going to find you. He's feeling better, so I didn't stop him."

"Find me?"

"Yeah." Singha frowned before quickly heading outside.

"Sergeant, have you seen Thup?" Singha asked his subordinate, who was just about to pass by.

"Haven't seen him, sir."

"Where did he go?" It took him nearly ten minutes to look for the missing boy until he remembered the order he had given the new officer earlier. "No way..."

The commotion inside the luxurious downtown club could be heard even from outside. This club had two floors: the first floor was a club and bar welcoming all-night revellers, while the upstairs area was reserved for VIPs or those seeking more private, decadent activities. Only a few knew that walking past the kitchen did not lead to an exit but to a secret red room used for live auctions of humans. This wasn't just for satisfying lust or dark desires; it was about buying and selling people, whether willing or unwilling, to do anything as they pleased.

"This is the last one. It just arrived."

"Good-looking, nice body. This one's sure to fetch a high price. Have you checked the background?"

"All done, just an artist."

"Alright, get him dressed before the event starts."

Thup was pushed into a large, dimly lit red room. Earlier, he had woken up feeling better and hurried to find his big brother to inform him, only to be told by a policeman that he was suited for a task ordered by the superintendent. He was then dragged off, fitted with various equipment, and briefed on the plan. Though a bit confused, seeing that it was his big brother's case, he was ready to help. It didn't seem too hard...or did it?

Amidst the shimmering lights in the dim red room, now filling with elegantly dressed people taking their seats, a pair of sharp eyes scanned the surroundings without focusing on anything in particular.

The strong brandy in his hand was downed to ease his frustration upon learning that the undercover agent today was someone as naive as Thup.

"May I sit with you if you're not with anyone?" Singha glanced at the small man. The dimples on his face seemed out of place in this setting.

"Please, have a seat." The brandy was poured into the glass again, and the invitation was answered by the person sitting on Singha's strong lap. The round hips and buttocks pressed against him without reservation.

"I was initially going to bid here, but there's so much more interesting right here." The pale hand stroked the chest that peeked out from the shirt.

"Interesting enough?"

"Yes, so interesting that we could start right now." The full lips that spoke teasingly moved closer to Singha, leaving only a few centimetres of space.

"Hmph. Put your cute little bottom down properly. The auction is about to start, and I have something important to reclaim." Singha used the glass in his hand to push the person off his lap and set him down beside him. He admitted that the small person would have been quite appealing if it were in the past. But now, only one person could make him feel like he was in heaven while still in bed.

"Good evening, esteemed guests. How have you been over the past month? We are very pleased that many of you continue to show interest and join us for the auction once again." As the host conducted the event professionally, Singha's sharp eyes scanned the room again, noting that the doors had been closed. The black-suited guards began to surround the area. "Let's begin with the first item for auction."

As the auction began, the room's lights dimmed, leaving only soft light illuminating the stage. A large metal cage was wheeled out and set in place. Inside the cage, a young woman in a provocative outfit sat, crying.

"This poor little girl escaped from home and has been at the shelter for only a week. Her skin and figure are so desirable, aren't they? The starting bid for this item is... 500,000 baht!!"

"600,000"

"850,000"

"900,000"

The auction proceeded amidst the excited murmurs of the crowd. The darker it got, the more potent the effects of alcohol and drugs became, affecting everyone, including the person beside Singha. Hands began to roam, making Singha roll his eyes in exasperation. He could call in the arrest team now, but doing so would only catch the minor minions; the major players would only show up after the auction was over. Singha had to endure and grind his teeth.

"Let's go outside," a sweet voice whispered in the ear of the young officer who was undercover as a nightlife enthusiast tonight.

"I'm busy."

"Alright then, we're at the last item. Anyone who's taken something small might as well look at this one. This item just came in fresh and hot, guaranteed to catch everyone's interest." The young man, chained with his hands bound, made Singha push away the hand of the person next to him. "Wow, with such sparkling eyes and loud cheers, this is sure to be a fierce bidding war. So, let's start with a price of... 1 million baht!!!"

"1.5 million."

"1.9 million."

"2 million."

Thup could only squint at the lights shining in his direction. He could barely see the crowd below. After being dressed in a burgundy shirt and black slacks, his hair was styled to reveal his forehead, something he had never done before.

"2.5 million."

The bidding war became increasingly intense as the man in black tore Thup's shirt open, revealing his pale, toned skin. The auction price continued to climb higher.

"4 million."

"10 million! And if anyone touches that kid, they'll regret it." The harsh voice amid the crowd drew the attention of the other guests, including Thup. He recognised that voice well. He tried to shield his eyes from the glaring light to see clearly who was standing below the stage.

"Ten million going once, ten million going twice.."

"Fifteen million!"

Singha clicked his tongue in frustration. Not only had he brought the kid into this abhorrent situation, but now he was also getting hurt. His sharp eyes noticed the chains around Thup's wrists, which were already leaving red marks on his pale skin. 

"Sorry, I have taken a liking to this one."

The young billionaire, dressed in a crisp white shirt and sporting smoky-grey hair, stood next to Singha, who was of a similar height. He gazed at Thup appraisingly, which only heightened Singha's irritation.

"Twenty."

"Fifteen million and twenty baht?"

"Twenty million!" Thup could only gape at his lover. He had never earned this much money in nearly ten years of work.

"What are you doing? He doesn't seem to be your type at all."

"Are you a cockroach under my bed, knowing so well?"

"Twenty-five million."

"Thirty million."

"You seem...not to have that much money." The young man's gaze moved from Singha's head to his toes.

"Forty."

"You're insane."

"Fifty." 

"Ha! This kid isn't worth that much."

The opponent's look of defeat prompted the auctioneer to restart the count. 

"Fifty million, going once, fifty million, going twice...

Fifty million, going three times!!! The winner is Table VIP 14!!!" As the staff came to unlock Thup's handcuffs, Singha immediately reached up to take him on stage before leading him back to their table.

"Be quiet. Don't say anything." Singha whispered so only the two of them could hear.

Once they were at the table, the previously charming young man turned to smile sweetly at Singha again. His slender hand reached out to caress Singha's tanned chest, but was quickly brushed away by the newly arrived occupant.

"You're just an auction item. You dare to brush my hand away?" The displeased reaction prompted Singha to move and shield Thup.

"Be quiet." Singha's gruff voice made the young heir to a business family sulk back to his table in frustration.

"Why did you let him touch you like that?" Once it was just the two of them, Thup wrapped his arms around Singha's waist with a displeased expression.

"I'm working. If we're not careful, it'll blow our cover."

"I'm jealous."

"I'm even more jealous." Singha looked at the dejected boy next to him before taking off his suit jacket to drape it over Thup.

"Are you really going to pay that much for me?"

"Yes, if it comes to that."

"I'm not worth that much."

"You're worth more." Under the table, two hands were clasped together, though no one's face showed a smile. "All units, be prepared. The target is now in the event."

[Understood.]

"There's going to be a police raid in two minutes. Keep your head down." Singha leaned in to speak close to Thup's ear, but before pulling away, his thick lips lightly kissed the boy's earlobe. "You look so handsome today. I almost want to drag you to bed."

"But you said you were working." Thup turned his face towards his big brother and spoke softly, blushing.

"I can spare a little time to flirt with you," Singha pulled Thup's neck down onto his lap before leaning in to cover him.

Bang!!!

"This is the police! Everyone, get down on the floor! You are being arrested for human trafficking and illegal activities!!" The police flooded into the area. Although there was resistance and struggle, it wasn't particularly violent.

"Stay here." Singha saw someone trying to escape and quickly ran to block the way. His long, slender leg kicked the fleeing person's midsection, causing them to collapse to the floor with a groan. Singha smirked because the person in front of him was the brat who had eyed Thup earlier.

"Y-You..."

"He's mine. If I don't let you look at him, you have no right to look at him. If I don't let you meddle, you have no right to meddle. Remember that." Singha put handcuffs on him before standing up to direct his subordinates.

The raid was deemed a success, as both the club owner and dozens of bidders were apprehended. Tomorrow, with the news spread, the place would be permanently shut down. Similarly, the victims would regain their freedom after the process was complete.

"S-Sir, I-I'm sorry for using your boyfriend as the bait!!!" The rapid-fire apology was barely audible, causing Singha to glance over.

"Don't let it happen again." Singha walked away, leading his boyfriend out of the area. After getting into the car, he drove straight home in silence. It wasn't because he was angry or in a bad mood, but because he was contemplating what to do with the boy next to him.

"P'Singh, let's talk."

Once they arrived home, Singha prepared to shower and change from the exhaustion of the day, but Thup held the young man's wrist.

"I'm going to bed now. I'm tired."

"Are you mad at me?"

"I should be asking if you're angry. You got hurt, and then you were used for who knows what, not to mention the looks and words you got. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling," Singha said, hearing the crude remarks and lustful glances directed at Thup. Even he himself was in a foul mood while listening to it; he couldn't imagine how the boy must have felt.

"I'm not angry at all. Also, I barely saw or heard anything up there," Thup held Singha's annoyed face and lightly kissed the bridge of his nose. "But I did hear that you bid fifty million for me. Even if you didn't pay it, though."

"I'm a cop, not a drug dealer. Where would I get that kind of money?"

"Since you won the auction, is there anything you want from me?"  Singha looked at Thup's charming face. It was no wonder everyone was enchanted by him, not to mention his fair skin and well-defined muscles.

Singha didn't waste any time. He pushed Thup down onto the sofa and straddled his lap. He removed his black shirt and threw it aside. Their lips met again with even more passion. The lingering taste of brandy in Singha's mouth seemed to intoxicate Thup as well.

"You look good today."

"And on other days?" Thup gazed at Singha with a pleading look, but his hands did the opposite, reaching into Singha's pants to squeeze his firm backside.

"On other days, you look like a good boy." Singha unbuttoned the suit jacket Thup was wearing and leaned in to kiss along his neck. "But today...it seems like you should take me hard just like usual."

Singha wasn't wrong. Thup's jet-black hair styled to expose his forehead, his sharply defined features, silver earrings, and necklace made him look incredibly hot in Singha's eyes. Before sliding his hand into his lover's pants, Thup kissed Singha's chest and said, "I often hear you telling me to go easy."

"Then today, don't hold back. Do it as hard as you want."

"How about dressing like this every day?" Thup tilted his head while Singha lowered himself to the floor and tried to unbutton his pants.

"Let's not," Singha said, biting down on the zipper until the black underwear he bought himself was exposed. "Or I might not make it to work."

With that statement, the house turned into a love nest. Only the sounds of moans, heavy breathing, skin against skin, and wet kisses filled the air, continuing well into the next morning.