章 65: Cooling Oil [M]

Whir! Whir! The sound of the tossed ingredients and the ladle hitting the small wok echoed in the kitchen area. Noah was preparing chao fan, and he only needed a few more tosses and cooking time. He put down the wok and seasoned it again before giving it a few more scramble.

It was roughly three in the afternoon, but they hadn't eaten lunch yet. Perhaps Noah had received soup from the hospital, but the attack happened by then. He didn't get to even have a mouthful.

Luca had it worse, but he didn't have any appetite at all.

After fetching Luca from the streets, Noah hadn't spoken much to Luca. The latter had also done the same and was left to space out for a long while. He was only awakened by the sound of the chopping from time to time.

Though right now, the aroma of the broth made him hungry.

"How come you cook so well, Noah? Don't you eat out a lot because of your job?" Luca decided to break the silence between them. He figured Noah wouldn't talk much unless he started anything.

"Hm? My auntie taught me." Noah's answer was short.

He scooped some fried rice into two bowls before placing them on the table. He then went to the fridge and took out a pitcher of juice he made earlier. Giving it a stir, he served it along with two glasses. "I don't like eating out."

"Really? I thought assassins are rich enough not to cook anymore."

Noah beckoned Luca, and they sat at the table to feast on the simple food. The witch then hummed as he poured the juice into the glasses. "I don't earn anything from my missions. I only get tips and other in-kind payments. I only took up missions to feed Caliga and his spawns so… I don't get money.

"Even if I need it, Mephisto could just give a few bills to me."

Luca blew on the hot rice and was about to put a spoonful inside his mouth when he heard Noah's words. "You don't exactly fit the description of witches. Most of the time, they are hungry for power or anything else that they grow cruel and heartless. As for you, you don't even receive payment."

A chuckle came from Noah as he shook his head. "I live a very low-maintenance life."

The small smile that curled Noah's lips then flattened as he remembered something. "Right… Luca, Not-Randy escaped the hospital."

"What?" Luca grew lost all of a sudden. The way Noah eased the matter in their conversation didn't match its importance.

"He was taken by something that made use of the human and the level three demon as a diversion." Noah glared at the food but dropped it as the food was innocent. "I doubt they can do anything worthwhile with him, but Mrs. Connor is livid. She seemed to know about her husband's old coven members and had been contacting them."

"Were there witches in the hospital earlier?" Luca frowned. His smartwatch was confiscated by Isla earlier, and he failed to have it back. He had no idea what Allan would have done about it.

Noah nodded as a response. "They all seemed to be former witches with dead brands, but I can sense something so weird inside them. Could it be possible for a witch to retain magic despite not having a handler anymore?"

Silence was Luca's first answer as he skimmed through his stock knowledge. "Hm… as much as I know, that's impossible. However, I never heard of someone killing their handler before and then gaining freedom. Maybe, there's a lot of things that we don't know yet."

"Okay. I don't want to get involved with them anyway." Noah only shrugged his shoulder and began eating, killing the conversation.

Luca then stared at him, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. If Noah didn't care much about something related to their mission, he probably wouldn't care about things unrelated to him as well. However, it was something related to Luca… this something was pretty much something inconvenient to Luca.

"Noah… are you not going to ask me about why I was going to get deported?"

"Do you know why?"

Luca eyed Noah, and the latter returned the gaze to him. The hunter then sighed before scratching his head with the end of the spoon. "I don't… I don't know why Father asked me to leave all of a sudden. Though… it should be connected to what that hellhound said."

"Hellhound?"

"Yeah, a hellhound followed me to my father's suite. It said a few mysterious things, too." Luca then hummed. "It looked so much like Caseus, but it wasn't him. It also had the voice of a woman."

"What did she say?"

"…that you don't trust the Order with my safety." Luca actually broke into a bitter chuckle and paused to take a look deep into Noah's dark eyes. "Really?"

Noah averted his gaze once before meeting Luca's gaze again. "Don't blame me. That girl tried to kill me, and they were so adamant in labeling you a bad guy for being friends with me. If they executed you because of me, how am I supposed to live it down?

"I'm already trying to bring down a coven. Bringing down the Order in the same manner is too troublesome."

"I see!"

Luca only laughed out and ate without saying anything anymore. 'If I tell Noah about the latter part, will he start hunting down that particular level ten hellhound?'

Hearing nothing else from Luca, Noah decided to focus on his food. 'A female hellhound that dared to make contact with those people? If it's not Lady Dione, who else could it be?'

…

Unlike the night before, Luca and Noah pushed their beds together, giving more space to the latter. Luca was used to sleeping in bunkers so he didn't need much space. However, Noah was a space hoarder; he would try to take up every inch of the bed given to him like he had never slept in one for a hundred years.

Tonight, Luca just finished washing off when he saw Noah was pouring something on his own body. It didn't even make it better that Noah was only wearing his underwear.

Noah glanced at Luca once… at that man who was frozen as soon as he came into the man's view. He then chuckled. "Interested?"

"W-What are you putting on yourself?" Luca placed the towel on his drying hair as he walked closer to their now bigger bed.

"Cooling oil. The nurse told me to put this on so I will be comfortable when I sleep." Noah continued to slather the oil on his body, locking his eyes on Luca's as he applied it on his chest and shoulders.

"Ah, do you still feel hot?" Luca sat down and reached out his hand to collect the oil, only wanting to see the bottle. However, Noah only poured some on his hand.

Luca only frowned a little as Noah gave a mischievous smile. Ah, since when did Noah become spoiled rotten?

"A little." Noah moved his folded leg and raised his knee next to Luca. "It's not the heat I like so I hate it."

"You don't say…" Luca actually laughed out before spreading the oil on his hands and on Noah's thigh. His touch came with a massage so Noah stopped putting it on his own.

The oil was supposed to cool down Noah's body, but Luca's warm hands made him heat up differently. Even if Luca was only massaging the parts that are acceptable to touch, Noah was still enjoying the pressure, the friction, and the warmth.

Luca's fingers massaged almost every inch of his skin with the oil, from the palms of his hands to the sides of his chest, the dip on his back, the curves of his abdomen, both sides of his thighs, and even in between his toes. It didn't help that he was sitting in between Noah's legs.

The cool oil was prickling against the hot skin, and Noah had no choice but to hold his moans unless he was okay with Luca not finishing the massage. He would just sing all he wanted later.

"I have to put this everywhere, right?" Luca asked as he trailed his hand up Noah's thigh.

"Yeah, but it should be—"

Yank! Luca grabbed Noah's underwear by the garter and yanked on it, exposing an evident V-line and a cock that sprang up from the action. Noah suddenly felt embarrassed, but it was within his expectations. He could feel it in the way Luca touched him.

"Should be?" Luca laughed out with something strange glinting in his eyes. He then tilted the bottle and dripped the cooling oil directly on the heating erection. "This seemed to be the hottest part, am I wrong?"

"Haahhh… so cold…" Noah couldn't help but huff. The oil was indeed very cold if poured like that. To think that it was coating his cock, his cheeks continued to burn harder.

"Noah…" Luca called his name before his hand reached out to stroke at Noah's erection. "Do you mind doing it now?"

Noah lifted his gaze at Luca who leaned down and began kissing his face. The witch closed his eyes and muffled a moan as he lifted his chin. The heat was making it hard for him to breathe, but he knew that he wouldn't regret it. He then felt Luca's hand on his shoulder and a push that sent him to the bed.

His sticky back landed on the white sheets, and Noah moaned for the first time tonight. When he took a look at Luca again, the latter was already peeling his clothes. Noah's underwear was also slid off already, leaving him fully naked underneath Luca.

Luca came down at him and pinned him against the bed, one of his hands playing with Noah's nether parts. He then reached the fun hole and started slipping his slimy, cold finger inside.

"Wait… Luca…" Noah almost whined, but he only reached out in an attempt to open the nightstand's top drawer. Luca moved to open it for him and reached in to find a small packet. He then brought it closer to his eyes so he could read the label.

"…lubricant…"

By then, Noah giggled. "Way better than the cooling oil, don't you agree?"