Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 252. Just like....

Henry’s POV

So addicting, so enticing, so arousing. It took all my will not to act on my instincts to grind my body against his, though the fact that I got hard slipped from my lips.

The moment he heard that, he started pushing me away, but I didn’t let him.

I understood that I could under no circumstances remind him of both our identities as men while kissing him or being especially near him. Naturally he knew—but in these moments he accepted my touch, I couldn’t point it out and scare him away. Because of that, as if in silent agreement, I never let my hardness touch him, taking the distance he established as the law.

But now, I really seem to have lost it entirely, even voicing out things he wasn’t able to accept.

You got even for me, though it was my fault to mention the psychotic doctor, to let you see another weakness of mine. Though it was my fault for not killing him myself.

So many dumb mistakes, and I constantly continue to make them when it comes to you.

"You make a mess out of me." I am not myself; I’m just a quivering little child, needy, thirsty, and hungry for you.

Nevertheless, you accept all of my mistakes for what they are and do your best to address them in your own way.

The protector who had killed for his dog.

Ah, fuck, I am so... I can’t even...

I can’t think straight anymore.

"How can you be so damn perfect?" I asked—no, I moaned against his lips, grabbing his hands, encircling the wrists, stopping his attempts to push me away.

The greed overtook me, and as if to mark him, to eat him, or to finally fully turn into an animal, I bit his lip, drawing blood. Feeling the power entering my body abruptly shook me awake; that wasn’t it, this wasn’t what I wanted. Screw the power, I just wanted to devour you as a whole, slipping up continuously in the process, piling one mistake over another.

I stepped back, ready to apologize or kneel or do whatever you wanted me to do, when I saw a fist flying, meeting my jaw.

"What the hell?" Kenny breathed heavily, his lip bleeding, his tongue sliding over his wound as he looked at me in annoyance.

The action only added to my arousal.

I nearly burst out laughing. He didn’t even punch that hard; he was just annoyed at me losing my cool—no anger, fury, hatred, or disgust visible.

"I’m sorry, sorry. I’m sorry." I came closer again and cupped his face, stroking his eyebrows while staring at his lower lip that he had sucked in to stop the bleeding.

"Back up." He said, again pushing me, but after showing such a clear disobedience and getting away with it, I couldn’t just stop the urge to rebel and hugged him.

"Where did you get the collar? It’s perfect; where did you get it?" I tried to divert his attention, and he truly stopped resisting.

"Don’t know, it was hot there and daylight."

Not only did I have to divert his attention from the whole ’gay’ dilemma and me biting him, but also from the murder he had committed. He wasn’t like that; he was not someone killing someone, and this time he hadn’t acted in self-defense but had sought out his target.

Seeing how his psychological state had already become so fragile, a murder would definitely not leave him without consequences.

I took note of his temperature while touching him, all the while trying to suppress further excitement at this massive proof of friendship, brotherhood, of a master punishing his pet’s abusers, or what would be the cherry on top of a cake to roll around in—the proof of his liking.

Additionally to the headache he seemed to have had before I jumped him, his temperature seemed to rise—regrettably not only because of our closeness.

"Oh, does that mean you have been on the other side of the world for me?" I asked him, feeling only happier the more I heard of him going out of his way for my present.

If he got a fever, he should have one after thinking of happy thoughts, not of something he would usually perceive as negative.

"You wish..." Nuzzling his half-wet hair with my nose and smelling his freshly showered scent, I wished I could have gone with him.

"Mhm, I really do." I bit the inside of my mouth so hard that it drew blood before kissing him again to feed him. I would prefer that this made him overcome the fever instead of having to draw his own blood. The one wound that I had given him unintentionally was already enough. Hopefully, my blood would suffice.

While tangling our tongues, I saw his eyes open at the metallic taste he got not only from his own blood but also from mine. In the midst of again trying to escape my hold, he suddenly closed his eyes, his body going limp.

It scared me so much that my heart skipped some beats as I caught him and patted his cheek.

"Kenny!" He didn’t react, but he breathed evenly, and his heartbeat seemed alright.

Just sleeping. The fever wasn’t high enough to be threatening.

I carried him outside and placed him on his bed, putting a blanket on him and then getting a cold towel for his forehead before I got into bed and held him against my body. With my free hand, I fiddled with my collar, sliding the small brooch along the strings to take a closer look at the crystal.

I love it so much; it is the most exquisite jewelry I have ever seen.

Being usually a typical straight man, I had never worn necklaces or wristbands. The first thing I had on me was the ankle monitor; the second was the matching bracelet with the tracker, and the third one was this necklace.

Kenny said he would see to it, and look at that, he got my wish fulfilled in absolutely no time, in the absolutely best way.

"I need to change." I whispered into the room. I can’t stay in the back while Kenny took on the lion’s share of responsibility and fought all alone while I would constantly get saved or stay in the back.

I have to grow up; all these years I wasted numbing myself were so full of lost experiences that could have aided me in turning into an adult.

Now is the time to make up for it.

And when the apocalypse would progress to annihilate every piece left of this gradually crumbling peace we presently had in our world, I would be ready.

"Little shadow, let’s work together and become strong for Kenny." I said quietly, feeling the shadowy energy swinging happily inside my body.

Yes, I also feel elated, thinking of the moment I could stand by Kenny’s side.

Or, better said, on his side, in front of him, behind him, as well as covering him in my arms to shield him from every possible harm.

Then, at some point, I want him to rely on me just as I am relying on him.

Use me just like I want to be used by him.

Need me just like I need him.

And love me...

just like...