Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 327. Chewing

The melody continued, the orchestra not caring at all about my state.

I didn’t want to look at either the thousand red-eyed Kennys around nor at the sole black-eyed one, who was swinging his arms, apparently having his fun.

I don’t care why I am here, what this is about, and who these people are; I just want to go back.

"Kenny." Henry’s voice reverberated in my head.

I felt my body being shaken by him; the paralyzing effect, however, did not lessen.

I was still here, forced to kneel and listen to the music, even if Henry tried to wake me up.

I groaned, trying to leave, trying to move, but to no avail.

"What’s wrong with you? Wake up!" Henry shook me more and patted my cheek.

I could feel it, but I couldn’t retract myself from the play in front of me and around me.

Instead, I looked at the lawn, trying not to meet any red eyes. I tried to empty my mind, trying not to think, to let the fear pass by.

It was an awfully long few minutes while Henry continued to panic and before the play finally ended—before the Maestro walked from the stage, the orchestra behind him following as they left the field.

And when he was finally gone, finally not visible anymore, I woke up.

"Fuck!" I breathed out heavily before I bent forward and retched a few times, my body tightly hugged from behind.

"What happened? Did you dream?" Henry asked, slowly running his hand over my back to calm me down, but given how he trembled, it seemed Henry needed more consolation than I did.

"Yeah." I shut my mouth so as not to retch more.

I was pulled back and sat again on Henry, with my back against his chest—the position I had apparently slept in.

I looked at my crotch and found that it was covered by my pants, and besides a suspicious stain on my shirt, there was no sign of what we had done before my journey to the stadium from hell.

So Henry didn’t only turn me around to hug me like a stuffed animal; he somehow got me clean.

"Do you have water or something?" I asked him.

"What did you dream of?" He asked simultaneously before answering me.

"No."

"Then how did you clean me up?" I turned around to look at him; his light blue eyes were still unsettled and way too intense.

"Do you want to know?" He asked me before biting into my shoulder, straight through my shirt.

He held my gaze while biting down, looking like a dog holding onto his favorite toy with dangerous stubbornness.

"..." I wanted to know, but somehow I didn’t, because I didn’t want to agitate him even further.

"What did you dream of?" He let go and repeated his question before biting down again, using more strength with each second I didn’t answer.

"A football game from hell." I eventually answered and turned back again to lean against him before I took his hand in mine and continued.

"Everything was blurry, and I stood in a parking lot. Then the crowd pushed me into the stadium. When I was in my seat, a boring and blurry game went on until it got to the halftime show with an orchestra. The moment the Maestro entered, I could see clearly again, and..." Damn, that had been so fucked up.

I bit into Henry’s hand as payback but also because it was calming me down considerably.

"Anyway, the stadium was full of Kennys, all with red eyes; there were fucking thousands of them. The Maestro was the only Kenny with black eyes."

"How are you?" Henry let go of me to ask while I bit into his hand because I finished speaking.

Very good; apparently, we were both some crazy fuckers in need of chewing toys.

"I am freaked out, but curiously not near a mindbreak." I didn’t feel like falling into crazy laughter or killing anyone, nor was I wishing to kill myself to escape from what I had seen.

"I think merging with the figure has stabilized your mind." Henry hummed absentmindedly, placing his head on top of mine.

"Yeah, the table in my mind has been impregnated and looks now as if it had a glass surface." I tried to take a look at the space in my mind, but before I could, I felt electricity shooting through my body, a shock that wasn’t pleasant at all.

"Fuck." I flinched, still trembling, when I felt Henry groaning quietly under me.

"Did you try to use your power?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"No, I just wanted to take a look at the table in my mind. Fuck, we can’t even think of using it?" I bit his palm again in annoyance, and he let me.

"Can you get rid of the collar?"

"I’ll try when you let go of me so that we won’t both get shocked if I fail." I wiped away the saliva on his palm with my sleeve.

He had really good-looking, big yet defined hands.

"What do you think about your dream? Are these counterparts posing any danger to you?"

"The audience—I don’t know. The maestro felt like a giant to me, so yes." Just that I now had a little help with carrying the fear or terror that I had experienced, contrary to the time with the giant.

"Mhm. Tell me immediately if you dream about something like this again." Henry’s voice had turned grave, almost murderous.

How nice to have my dog go rabid at a stadium full of things threatening me. It was really satisfying. I hadn’t raised my pet for nothing.

"Yeah, I will." I smiled and played with his fingers, interweaving them with mine before letting go. When he suddenly stopped being unmoving to hold onto me, I chuckled, only for him to turn back into letting me do what I wanted.

I was lost in thought while entertaining myself with his hand, not really thinking about anything specific, before it came back to me again.

"Oh yeah, where are we? How come we have collars on us?"

Henry groaned, this time in annoyance, as he clearly didn’t want to tell me, but he eventually spoke up nonetheless after whining for a bit.

"I woke up while we were dragged here by two soldiers. They spoke about the director, and that us showing up would disrupt his plans. They seemed to have acted independently with collaring us and throwing us in this hole."

"Huh. Where had they gotten the collars from?" I had only seen such a thing in the vision I had of Henry, where the motherfucking Dr. Carell was tormenting him, and because of that I recognized it as soon as I felt the electroshock and then saw it on Henry.

"Ah. From Dr. Carell?" I answered myself and turned around to look at him.

"Probably. But this one is more developed. I was able to acidify Dr. Carell’s with ease, contrary to this model. One of the men bringing us here asked the other if these collars can even be used for humans, so..." He pecked my cheek before nibbling on my ear, and I was too lazy to push him away.

If they didn’t bring the collars because of us—which was impossible anyway, because they had no idea they would meet us, and even if the prophet had told them we would, then the soldiers wouldn’t have had to put them on us in secret—then for whom did they bring them?

"They wanted to use this collar on the monsters?"

"Seems like it." Henry let go of my ear to answer.

"What the..." I thought for a moment before deciding that we had to get them off first and then take a look at the director’s shitshow ourselves.

I freed myself from his hold and stood up before punching him in the stomach.

"Don’t do perverted things while I am sleeping."

Henry let himself fall to the side dramatically while holding his stomach and breaking into deep laughter.

If that fucker really did something as disgusting as cleaning me with his mouth, taking my cock between his lips to lick both of our sperm from it, then one punch was already way too friendly for him...

...

...damn it, I am hard again.