The Ending of Vacation

{TW sex}

The afternoon sun was blazing, turning the white sand into a goddamn griddle, but the heat didn't compare to the friction happening on the makeshift volleyball court.

ShaYou had spent the last hour acting like a hovering helicopter parent, following Gao Tu around with a parasol until the secretary finally snapped and threatened to bury the umbrella where the sun didn't shine.

To "distract" the CEO, Wenlang had challenged him to a game.

Big fucking mistake.

"I'm telling you, Wenlang, your center of gravity is different now!" ShaYou shouted, diving into the sand to return a serve. He scrambled up, spitting out grit and grinning like a fuckimg lunatic. "You're probably already 'nesting' in your head! You can’t beat a pure-blooded Alpha CEO in your condition!"

Wenlang’s eye twitched. The 40% Enigma power inside him was buzzing like a fucking disturbed hornet’s nest. He could feel the exact trajectory of the ball, the speed of the wind, and the annoying, golden thrum of ShaYou’s fucking arrogance.

"My 'condition' is about to put you in the goddamn dirt, ShaYou," Wenlang hissed.

The ball came flying over the net. Wenlang didn't just jump; he felt the air thicken around him, his new senses slowing the world down to a crawl. He saw the opening. He felt the command building in his chest—a dark, violet pressure he’d inherited from the man currently watching him from the sidelines with a proud, lethal smirk.

"Kneel," Wenlang growled.

The word didn't just leave his mouth; it hit the air with a physical weight, a jagged spike of Enigma authority that bypassed the brain and went straight to the spinal cord.

ShaYou didn't even have time to blink. His legs turned to goddamn water, and he hit the sand face-first with a muffled thud just as the volleyball slammed into the ground inches from his head.

"GAME OVER, PRICK!" Wenlang roared, pumping a fist in the air.

"Cheater!" ShaYou muffled into the sand, his voice sounding small and defeated. He sat up, shaking his head like a fucking wet dog. "That's not fair! You can't use 'The Voice' in a friendly game of beach sports! Gao Tu, tell him he’s a dirty cheater!"

Gao Tu, who was sitting under the shade of the porch sipping a mocktail, didn't even look up from his book. "He won, ShaYou. Tactical superiority. Suck it up."

Later that evening, as the tide began to crawl up the shore and ShaYou was busy trying to convince Gao Tu that they needed to buy a private satellite to monitor the baby’s vitals, Wenlang and Hua Yong escaped to the far end of the terrace.

The air was cooler here, the salt spray misting over them. Wenlang leaned back against the railing, his gold eyes reflecting the darkening ocean. He felt different. Not just stronger, but... connected. Like he wasn't just a King of a city, but the foundation of something fucking much bigger.

"You really enjoyed that, didn't you?" Hua Yong rumbled, stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around Wenlang’s waist. He pulled him back against his chest, his chin resting on Wenlang’s shoulder.

"Using the Command on ShaYou? I’d pay a billion dollars to do that every day," Wenlang admitted with a little chuckle. But then his face grew serious. He looked down at Hua Yong’s large hands resting over his stomach. "But about the other stuff... the 'software update.' You weren't joking, were you? About us?"

"I never joke about tactical assets, Wenlang," Hua Yong whispered, his breath hot against his ear. "And I never joke about you. My Enigma markers are permanent. If we wanted to... if you decided the time was right... we could have our own."

Wenlang turned around in the Enigma’s arms, his fingers curling into the front of Hua Yong’s shirt. "A mini-Reaper. A kid with your eyes and my goddamn mouth. The world isn't ready for that, Hua Yong."

"The world can burn for all I fucking care," Hua Yong replied, his violet eyes glowing with an intense, soul-searing devotion. "I spent my life being a weapon for 'fossils' who didn't give a damn about me. But this? Building a future with you? That’s the only mission that matters now."

Wenlang looked at him—really looked at him. This twenty-three-year-old "baby" who had rewritten his biology and protected his soul. He reached up, pulling Hua Yong down for a kiss that tasted like the future—jagged, terrifying, and absolutely fucking perfect.

"Fine," Wenlang muttered against his lips. "But if we do this, I’m the one who gets to pick the names. I’m not letting you name our kid something tactical like 'Unit Alpha' or 'Bravo Six.'"

Hua Yong let out a rare, genuine laugh, pulling Wenlang closer into the dark, quiet safety of the night. "Deal. But they’re still getting combat training before they can crawl."

"Goddamn right they are," Wenlang grinned

~~~~~~~~~~~

The door didn’t just close; it felt like the rest of the world had been deleted. Wenlang was still vibrating from the Enigma Command he’d dropped on the beach, the power curling in his gut like a live wire.

Hua Yong didn’t give him a second to breathe. He hooked his arms under Wenlang’s thighs and hiked him up, slamming him back against the locked door. The wood groaned under the S-Tier weight, but Wenlang didn't care—he wrapped his legs around Hua Yong’s waist, digging his heels into the small of the Enigma’s back.

"Don't you goddamn dare stop," Wenlang rasped, his voice a jagged mess of authority and desperate need.

Hua Yong didn’t stop. He fucking devoured Wenlang’s mouth, his tongue forcing its way in with a rhythmic, heavy heat that tasted like ozone and salt. With a low growl, Hua Yong carried him across the room, never breaking the kiss, and dumped him onto the massive bed.

Before Wenlang could even catch his breath, Hua Yong was over him, stripping away the linen clothes with a lethal, efficient speed. When they were both bare, the "closed circuit" between them didn't just hum—it roared. Wenlang’s new 40% Enigma senses turned the room into a strobe-light of sensation. He could feel the heat radiating off Hua Yong’s skin like a fucking physical weight, and he could hear the Reaper’s heart thudding in a heavy, possessive sync with his own.

"You’re going to feel everything now, Wenlang," Hua Yong rumbled, his violet eyes glowing like embers in the dark. "Every cell. Every spark. I’m going to integrate you into my goddamn soul."

Hua Yong’s hands were everywhere, mapping out Wenlang’s "Alpha-Omega" frame with a reverence that made Wenlang’s nerves feel like they were being dipped in fucking liquid fire. When Hua Yong finally pushed inside, Wenlang didn’t just feel the friction; he felt a fucking biological explosion.

The Enigma markers flooded Wenlang’s system, a tidal wave of violet power that crashed into his golden Alpha core. Wenlang’s back arched off the sheets, his head tossing back as a wrecked, sweary scream tore from his throat. It was too much—it was goddamn perfect. He could feel Hua Yong’s power rewriting his internal walls, reinforcing them, claiming them for a legacy he hadn’t even known he wanted until this fucking second.

Hua Yong groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure surrender as he buried his face in the crook of Wenlang’s neck, his teeth grazing the jagged mark there. Every thrust felt like a fucking tectonic shift, a "software update" that was stitching their lives together at a molecular level.

"I've got you," Hua Yong rasped, his fingers interlocking with Wenlang’s, pinning his hands to the pillows. "You’re mine. My King. My partner. My goddamn everything."

Wenlang couldn't even find the words to be a fucking prick. He just pulled Hua Yong closer, his gold eyes blown out and shimmering with tears of pure, high-voltage pleasure. As they hit the peak together, the room seemed to vanish in a flash of violet-gold static, a total biological takeover that left them both gasping, wrecked, and finally, truly fucking whole.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wenlang woke up the next morning feeling like his body had been rebuilt out of stardust and fucking heavy metal. He was tangled in the sheets with Hua Yong, whose scent of sandalwood and ozone was now so deeply etched into Wenlang’s brain that he couldn't tell where he ended and the Reaper began.

But the peace lasted about three goddamn seconds.

WHIRRRRRRRRRRR—!

The sound of an industrial power drill fucking screamed through the house, making Wenlang’s new, sensitive ears spike with shitty pain.

"I am going to murder him," Wenlang groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. "I’m going to kill ShaYou and then I’m going to kill whoever sold him power tools."

"He's fortifying the kitchen," Hua Yong murmured, his voice thick with sleep but his violet eyes already sharpening. "I can feel his anxiety. It’s... a lot."

They stumbled downstairs to find the living room looking like a goddamn construction site. ShaYou was wearing a "Safety First" vest over his silk pajamas, currently bolting a reinforced steel gate across the entrance to the kitchen.

"ShaYou! What the fuck are you doing to the house?!" Wenlang yelled, reaching for the coffee pot.

"I’m eliminating hazards!" ShaYou shouted back, sweat dripping off his forehead. "Gao Tu almost tripped on a rug! A RUG, WENLANG! Do you know what a rug can do to a pregnancy? And you! Don't you walk so fast! Your internal hardware is still calibrating! Sit down before you scramble the goddamn baby-data!"

Gao Tu was sitting at the island, looking entirely done with life, slowly peeling an orange. "He’s been at it since 5:00 AM. He’s already ordered a shipment of bulletproof glass for the nursery. Which doesn't exist yet."

"It exists in my head!" ShaYou cackled, pointing the drill at Wenlang. "And now that you’re a 'biomerge' too, Wenlang, you’re on the list! No more volleyball! No more swearing! We are protecting the future of the goddamn S-Tier race!"

Wenlang looked at Hua Yong, who was calmly taking the drill out of ShaYou’s shaking hand. "We really are a goddamn disaster, aren't we?"

"The most powerful disaster in the world," Hua Yong agreed, a small, satisfied smirk on his face.

The sun was just beginning to bake the sand again, but inside the beach house, the air was thick with the smell of sawdust, expensive coffee, and ShaYou’s frantic, high-octane pheromones.

"I'm telling you, the structural integrity of this entire floor is a goddamn joke!" ShaYou yelled, now trying to measure the distance between the couch and the coffee table with a laser-pointer. "If Gao Tu falls, he’s hitting a corner. Every corner in this house needs to be rounded off. With foam. Or rubber. Or goddamn marshmallows!"

Wenlang felt a vein in his temple start to throb. With his new 40% Enigma sensitivity, ShaYou’s voice wasn't just loud; it was fucking vibrating in Wenlang's skull like a goddamn jackhammer. He could feel the golden, jittery energy rolling off the CEO in waves, and it was making his own S-Tier instincts want to fucking lash out and bite something.

"ShaYou," Wenlang said, his voice dangerously low. "Put the laser-pointer down and shut the fuck up before I shove that measuring tape where the sun don't shine."

"Don't you take that tone with me, you newly-minted incubator!" ShaYou barked, spinning around and waving a roll of bubble wrap like a weapon. "I’m the only one taking this seriously! You and the Reaper are probably planning to take the kid on a goddamn assassination mission before he's potty trained!"

Wenlang looked at Hua Yong, who was leaning against the counter, calmly watching the chaos with those deep violet eyes. "Can I do it?" Wenlang whispered.

"It's your power, Wenlang," Hua Yong rumbled, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "Consider it a field test."

Wenlang turned back to ShaYou. He didn't just speak; he reached deep into that new, dark well of violet energy he’d inherited from the bond. He felt the command coil in his throat, fucking heavy and jagged, tasting like copper and cold steel.

"ShaYou. Sit. The fuck. Down."

The words hit the room like a fucking physical shockwave. It wasn't just a shout; it was a goddamn biological override. The air seemed to ripple with violet static, and the absolute authority of the Enigma-Alpha hybrid slammed into ShaYou’s system.

ShaYou didn't even have a fucking choice. His legs gave out instantly, his knees buckling as he dropped onto the padded ottoman with a heavy oomph. The roll of bubble wrap fell from his hands and skittered across the floor. He sat there, frozen, his eyes wide and blinking in total, fucking shock.

"Holy shit," ShaYou whispered, his voice cracking. "My body... it didn't even ask me. It just... I’m a CEO! I don't sit unless I want to!"

"You do now," Wenlang smirked, crossing his arms and feeling the delicious thrum of power settling back into his bones. "That’s the 'King-Reaper' special, you prick. Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to make you fucking nap?"

Gao Tu, who had been watching the whole thing from the kitchen island, actually let out a rare, short bark of a laugh. "Keep him like that for an hour, Wenlang. I'll pay you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time the sun began to dip, turning the ocean into a sheet of liquid gold, the "paternal panic" had finally settled into a wary truce. The four of them sat out on the wide wooden deck, the sound of the waves providing a much-needed break from the sound of ShaYou’s voice.

"We go back tomorrow," Gao Tu said, his voice quiet but steady. He was leaning back in a lounger, and for the first time, ShaYou wasn't hovering—he was just sitting on the floor at Gao Tu’s feet, his hand resting protectively on the secretary's knee. "The trial for the Old Associates starts in three days. They’re going to come for us, Hua Yong. They won't let the 'fossils' fall without a shitty fight."

Hua Yong looked out at the horizon, his violet eyes reflecting the darkening sky. "Let them fucking  come. I’ve spent twenty-three years being their dog. Now I’m the one with the leash." He reached over, lacing his fingers with Wenlang’s. "And I’m not alone anymore."

"Goddamn right you aren't," Wenlang grunted, squeezing Hua Yong’s hand. He felt the 40% pulse of power humming under his skin, a constant reminder that he was no longer just a man—he was a goddamn fortress.

"We’ve got the King, the Reaper, and the most overprotective CEO in history. If they want a war, we’ll give them a goddamn massacre."

ShaYou looked up, his golden eyes uncharacteristically serious. "I’ve already moved the liquid assets. If the city gets too hot, we have safe houses from here to the goddamn moon. But I want that kid born in a city that we own. Not one we’re hiding in."

"Then we take it all," Wenlang said, his voice filled with a new, Enigma-laced certainty. "We go back, we crush the trials, and we build a world where our kids don't have to deal with the shitty science experiments we survived."

They sat there in the salt-heavy silence, four monsters who had finally found something worth protecting. The vacation was over, the peace was ending, but as Wenlang looked at his "synchronized" partner and his chaotic friends, he knew one thing for certain.

The Old Associates didn't have a fucking goddamn chance.