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Khimhant watched the figure of the young man stand to his feet and grasp the hand being held out to him, clasping it, letting it pull him out onto the dance floor. Black obsidian watched with almost clinical detachment as the two figures gyrated to the pounding bass, clearly feeling the vibrations through their bodies as they moved together smiling - eye fucking - body's teasing through one evocative move to the next.
Porchay...
His.
Every inch.
Inside and out.
Those eyes the stranger was staring into belonged to Khimhant. That waist the fucker's fingers were lingering on was his. That coquettish smile, the provocative moves, his every breath were no one else's but Khimhant's. His heart - his soul - his laughter - his goddamn love!
They fucking belonged to him!
It was time to end this foolishness - time to stop playing games. It was time to take back what was his. He'd tried doing things the easy way. He'd sent him a song. Only one day later and here they were... Porchay dancing with someone else. Porchay letting someone else touch him. Porchay looking into someone else's eyes. Porchay's breath mingling with another's...
The stranger clearly wanted to kiss him - wanted to touch him - suck him - fuck him - leave his mark. And just as clearly... Porchay was considering letting him.
Over Khimhant's goddamn dead body... or the stranger's... but that would ultimately be up to Porchay.
Pushing off the wall he had been leaning on since entering the club tonight - only a few steps behind Porchay - Khimhant strode through the throng. His mind was only focused on reclaiming what he had lost.
Porchay would argue with him there. Lost, he would probably scoff – for in his eyes - Khimhant had thrown Porchay away.
Khimhant had done anything but...
What he had done was give Porchay the chance to get away - to run; from him - this life - his father. He'd unselfishly pushed Porchay away from the dangers one could not escape when associated with the name Theerapanyakul.
His selfless act had gone unheeded.
Porchay remained. By choice or by fate or by the simple dumbass decision of his older brother - Porchay stayed. And he cutely stayed under the assumption that he had choices - choices about where he went - what he did - whom... he did.
Porchay did not realize yet that staying left him with only one option - one place where he could stand.
Beside him.
Khimhant had attempted a soft approach - a song - the message clear - point blank on the nose - Why Don't You Stay. Porchay had listened to the song and the very next night Khimhant had followed him here - followed and watched.
Porchay was fighting his destiny - their destiny. Porchay was still angry - still misunderstanding the larger picture. Khimhant had hoped by the simple expanse of him spending time at the compound that Porchay would have developed a stronger sense of what happened in that hell hole - what life was there - along with a stronger sense of survival - his own.
Khimhant had clearly been mistaken.
Porchay was still his Chay - naive - bumbling - cute - sweet - unassuming with some newly acquired anger issues. Anger directed at his brother and at Khimhant.
Khimhant understood. His brother had lied and broken his trust. Khimhant had lied, too and broken his heart.
As the music thrummed through his body Khimhant's eyes remained glued to his pray - his mind centered on the here and now and not his lover's pain. Porchay's broken heart would mend. Khimhant would see to that. It was only a matter of time.
First things first though... Porchay's life as it was now and the reckless disregard he was currently showing needed to be dealt with. He needed to be told the new rules - shown the way. Choices carried consequences. In this world those consequences could be deadly.
Not deadly for Porchay - no, not at all. Deadly for those though that he entangled in between them - hid behind - pretended with... Because that was all this was. Porchay loved Khimhant… period… point blank. His anger - his hurt was pushing him to act out - to seek others in a fake solace that if Khimhant allowed him to give into would taint his pure heart.
Porchay was loving and loyal and completely unconditional with himself. Porchay loved Khimhant. Giving himself to another out of anger would hurt his tender heart and Khimhant would allow no one to hurt Porchay - not even Porchay himself.
Of course, Khimhant thought - now less than a few feet from his boy - all of Khimhant's thoughts were not unselfish - fuck no. Porchay was his - that body his alone to wreck – decorate with his mouth – his touch - his stroke. No other hands could touch - should touch - would touch the boy who owned Khimhant just as thoroughly - just as completely - just as irrevocably as he would soon own Porchay. It was a mutual ardor and everyone else just needed to stay the fuck away.
Khimhant walked up to Porchay and wedged his body in close to his lithe form still moving provocatively along with the stranger - his eyes closed to the pagan-like beat. Khimhant knew it for what it really was. For all Porchay's bravery and daring he didn't want to be here and now with this man or his touch. He was pushing himself to be defiant - to hit back. Closing his eyes was the only way he could move forward with his ridiculous self-sabotaging plan.
Thinking he could follow through with this at all had been his first mistake. Not counting on Khimhant to stop him, his second.
Anger seethed quietly under Khimhant's bored persona. The stupid boy had put himself at so much risk. Dancing here - alone and unprotected - anything could have happened. He would make sure Porchay never dared take such unsafe chances with himself again.
"Yo, buddy!" the stranger hurtled at him, stepping up to lay hands on Khimhant - to shove him out of the way.
Before he could touch him though, three bodyguards surrounded him while Khimhant simply watched. He never flinched. He showed no signs of worry. He didn't even bother to look angry despite the rage bubbling a fiery path through his veins. That fury was not for this idiot though, not if he didn't do anything further - not if he caught a clue and walked away.
Of course, Chay's eyes opening and exclaiming at Khimhant's presence in frustration gave the simpleton... ideas – very stupid ones.
Feeling embolden by Chay's display of irritation at Khimhant's interruption the fucker reached his hand out to Chay - towards his wrist as if to take hold - to pull him away - away from Khimhant.
What a mother fucking dumbass bitch move!
Khimhant held his hands up at the bodyguards who made to pounce on the idiot not worth the air it took for him to breath - let alone be in the presence of his Porchay. Khimhant took advantage of said idiot’s hesitation at the almost violence around him and he himself stepped closer to Porchay. With little fanfare Khimhant shackled Porchay’s fine boned wrist with his callous roughened hand, as he leaned forward into Porchay's neck - his lips glancing off the tender lobe of his ear as he spoke.
"You want choices?" he asked, pulling back to meet his beautiful boy’s eyes.
Porchay looked confused - guarded - skeptical.
Khimhant stepped forward again to his ear, breathing in the honeysuckle smell of his shampoo as he did so, feeling his body stir to life at the memories the sweetly floral smell conjured.
On a deep exhale of hot warm air directly into Porchay's ear, Khimhant watched with delighted fascination the irrepressible shivers that shook his lean frame. With a wicked smile spreading across his face Khimhant repeated his question to Porchay - his lips once again teasing at that sensitive flesh – his warm breath ghosting over his sweaty skin.
The idiot that Porchay had chosen - tired of waiting - and clearly not understanding the very real threat he faced chose that moment to make another move - one he would regret.
His hand covered Khimhant's - his intent clear. Before even one bodyguard could move in however, Khimhant was moving, too - only he was far faster and far more ruthless.
He lifted his free arm, wrapping it around Porchay's waist – the boy’s flesh beneath Khimhant's palm warm and firm. His fingers tightened, clasping the boy into him as his heel pivoted and he twisted Porchay out of harm’s way. Khimhant’s hand that had been holding Porchay’s wrist - the one the man had reached for - swiftly released its hold and flipped over landing with a solid thwack on the back of the idiot’s before clamping down in a crushing move. His thumb dug in between the idiot’s pinky and ring finger with brutal determination. In no time Khimhant’s thumb snagged the vulnerable pinky and brutally thrust it backward until Khimhant felt a satisfying snap.
The man yelled out as bodies continued to dance around them - bodyguards shielding the violence and pain. The man grabbed at his hand cursing and hissing through his teeth looking at Khimhant as if he had lost his mind. He held his hand protectively against himself, eyeing Porchay in growing disbelief.
"No piece of ass is worth this, man," Khimhant heard the idiot mumble. "You can have him," he added in a low growl as he tried to brush by Khimhant's men and get away.
He didn't get a step of course - held tightly as he was by two guards on each side of him while a third stood directly behind with most likely a gun at his back.
Things were getting... interesting. And definitely going his way. Porchay with this creep’s help had played right into his hands tonight and he was going to take advantage of every last mistake. Before they left this building, he would have what he had come for… Porchay.
Time would give him the rest.
Glancing around Khimhant deduced a bit of privacy was what was called for now. It would also further his cause at a more satisfying rate. His arm still firmly wrapped snuggly around Porchay, Khimhant tipped his head towards the stairs and began escorting Porchay that way as the guard from behind quickly came around clearing their way as the other two kept a tight hold on Porchay's would be lover and followed along behind them with their charge in tow.
Porchay baulked for a moment, turning to Khimhant as if to argue but the tight grip of Khimhant’s hand coupled with the look in his eyes had Porchay closing his mouth with snap. Khimhant felt the stuttered breath he gasped in and the shaky exhale of it out. Porchay was wary - maybe even a little scared.
That was good, Khimhant thought. It would help things along - smooth the way. Porchay was not a fighter - anger something he usually avoided. His hurt - his pain was what fueled this uncharacteristic daring that he was using to try and hurt Khimhant now and that he didn’t know would ultimately burn himself.
Enough was fucking enough.
Khimhant glided up the stairs - Porchay under his arm. A perfect fit - even more so now than a few months back. His baby had grown - even filled out. Khimhant licked at his bottom lip as images took hold - honeyed skin - toned abs - eyes teary eyed and pleading.
The grip around Porchay's waist tightened as more images rippled through his mind, teasing him with snippets of what would be - what he would have - what was to come. Feeling lighter than he had in months Khimhant impulsively reached over and kissed the top of Porchay's head. He felt the boy stiffen but not say a word.
Khimhant's lips formed another half-smile pleased by Porchay’s restraint. His boy was learning - he was smart - it would not take long for him to catch on. And where Porchay needed a guiding hand Khimhant would be beside him to offer him his - in all things... in all ways...
Being that this club was one of their own Khimhant headed for one of the closed off rooms specifically for family only. Knowing no one other than them were present - the room would offer all of the privacy he sought.
Personally, he would have preferred to conduct this business - all out in the open - on the floor down below - let everyone see who Porchay belonged to and what would happen to the next person that was stupid enough to forget. But because of his boy's shyer qualities and because he didn't need to get an earful later from Kinn, Khimhant commandeered the room to finally finish Porchay's silly little power play - his daring but foolhardy game.
It was time to show him he would never win.
Not these sorts of games at least. There were other ways - other power plays at his disposal if he did but know it that would have Khimhant on his knees. In time he would learn them – use them - each and every one. Until then Khimhant would enjoy wielding the power he had - taming his unruly baby - soothing his emotional pain - worshipping him body, mind, and soul.
Just thinking about it made him so fucking hot. Having his body under his hands - even as innocently as this - smelling his clean sent - close enough to touch - close enough to hold - take - own.
And he would - tonight - now - this minute.
Khimhant half-settled - half-flung Porchay onto the expensive leather chairs. His baby needed to know he was a bit miffed at their current circumstances – that they were here because of him and that this obstinate behavior would not be tolerated.
While he settled Porchay his men walked the idiot off to the side of them. Close enough to be a part of this little scenario but far enough away from Porchay so that Khimhant wouldn't lose his fucking mind. The man had already gotten way, too close - touched far, too much. Anymore and Khimhant couldn't promise things wouldn't go very wrong very fast. Right now, this man was a means to an end - the end to Porchay's and his estrangement.
If the idiot played his cards right and if Porchay was the person Khimhant thought he was - Khimhant would let the man walk away tonight despite what he had done... but for what he had said – that was another story entirely. Of course, he would have to pay those - there was no way in the world Khimhant could let him walk away unscathed from the words he had spoken.
Referring to his Porchay as a piece of ass - yes, he would pay dearly. It was a separate issue after all. Porchay would have to understand once Khimhant explained how things worked in this life - the dos that kept you alive and the don'ts that got you hurt or worse. Khimhant didn't make these rules - this life did. That was just how it was.
As Khimhant glanced over at the man that would be punished by them - he felt zero pity for his plight - only great anticipation. The fucker had treated Porchay as if he were something cheap - he deserved whatever he got!
"Choices My Chay - you seem to want them - think you already have them. So, I'll let you know what your actual choices are," he suddenly murmured into the prolonged silence, turning back to Porchay - his voice low and gravely. Khimhant leaned forward, each hand resting on the arm rest where Porchay sat stiffly - both afraid and defiant.
His chin was jutted out and up - eyes daring Khimhant to do his worst.
Oh baby... if you only knew the monster that lay just beneath this skin, Khimhant thought. The side Porchay had never glimpsed - the darkness that took no prisoners - the man that did what he wanted - took what he craved.
Khimhant reached up and pinched that stubborn chin between his fingers. It wasn't a bruising grip but neither was it light. Khimhant watched Porchay's eyes flare with trepidation while a tiny spark of lust ignited quietly beneath his fear. Khimhant smiled with wicked delight - pleased. That little shimmer of want he couldn't hide - that flame of desire - it gave Porchay and his game away.
Despite his actions - despite his words and anger - Porchay's heart and body belonged to Khimhant already. This was just more proof. His boy was simply angry and hurt. He was also just stupid enough to try Khimhant's patience... but that was okay because in the end - after this little game played out - Porchay would be leaving with him tonight and sleeping in his fucking bed.
Porchay was prime pickings - he was so ready to yield. It was really quite funny. In the end - the fucking idiot over there wasn't even needed - at best he would be the excuse Porchay could use to cave in and save face. This game was such a huge waste of time. But he'd do it for Porchay - let him pretend he had to think about this decision as if the answer wasn't already staring him in the face. His boy wanted to be placated - swayed - yeah, he was such a fucking adorable pain in the ass. That’s why Khimhant would let his baby have his way.
Porchay lifted his chin as if to free himself from Khimhant's hold but it was a token gesture at best. He loved Khimhant’s rough hands on him as much as Khimhant's breath caressing his face. His baby was a fucking tease.
And that was so… good... to... know...
Khimhant gave himself a mental shake. He never got sidetracked - in his life getting distracted got one dead but he'd never been up against anything like Porchay. He was a power unto himself. Khimhant would never be able to harness that power completely but he would definitely try. Gods the fun they were going to have...
Khimhant turned abruptly to look at the idiot Porchay had brought into their lives tonight through his own rebellious stupidity. Looking at that face was enough to freeze the teasing playfulness of his thoughts - all humor fleeing as those fucking words reverberated once again through his skull... piece of ass.
The simmering fury that had been a low boil since they were voiced bubbled over - boiling hot. In an instant Khimhant released Porchay and glided over to his unwilling guest and without any outward show of aggression he suddenly lifted his fist and popped him right in his mouth. The idiot’s head jerked backward and blood shown on his teeth. Feeling good about that Khimhant followed through with another jab and a third followed by a cross to the right of his jaw.
He could here Porchay gasp but before he could stand up or plead for this creep’s life, Khimhant turned - pointed his finger at him and growled - shut up and sit down!
Porchay - learning to be that good boy Khimhant knew deep down that he was - sat - his eyes round - blinking rapidly as he watched Khimhant turn back and work out a little more frustration on the man who had dared malign his boy until he heard a whispered, "I'm sorry, please stop," from across the room.
Khimhant turned away from the man who deserved every bit of his punishment to face the terrified boy sitting a rooms length away. Porchay looked scared - uncertain - worried. That pissed Khimhant off to no end.
He walked towards Porchay while pointing back at the man he had just fucked up. "You're crying over that piece of shit?" he demanded to know, fury riding him hard and hot. How dare Porchay...
Porchay's quick shake of his head no had Khimhant stopping in place. He cocked his head at Porchay, trying to figure out why the boy was so upset, then. It made no sense.
"My Chay," he groaned out heavily, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling in a bid for patience as he rubbed at his abused knuckles with his other hand. "You are confusing the hell out of me!"
Porchay swiped at the tears that had filled his eyes but not fallen. "I'm scared for you - you big dummy. If you get in trouble, it would be all my fault. You're hitting him because of me!"
Khimhant's eyes widened at the name calling - it was cute in a typically Porchay kind of way. He couldn't remember the last time someone called him a name though he felt pretty sure it had most likely been his brother - Tankhun. He would be about the only person who could have and lived to tell the tale while still retaining a full set of teeth.
Khimhant's eyes wandered down slowly over the boy who sat stiffly - poised on the edge of his chair. Upset - worried - for him. That newfound knowledge was heady stuff.
This boy had been ghosting him for weeks. He had blocked him - avoided him - dismissed Khimhant from his life with apparent ease. But here - tonight - he was admitting that all that indifference had been a facade - he cared - he cared so very much.
And it felt so fucking good to finally know that without a doubt.
"Baby," Khimhant finally said, throwing his hand back again to encompass the man he had just beat. "First off... his getting the ass beating he deserves - not your fault. That was purely about his foul mouth and him speaking unacceptably about you. His words - I can't let them slide - not now - not ever."
"But..."
Khimhant held his hand up stopping Porchay from saying more. "All he had to do was leave when I showed up - but he chose not to. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut - but he chose not to. That's not on you. He deserved what he got and he'll get a little more, too but it has nothing to do with you because tonight you're going home with me."
Porchay startled a bit, looking at Khimhant with confusion. "I don't follow your reasoning at all. It still sounds like it's because of me." He paused then frowned. "And what do you mean I'm going home with you tonight?"
Khimhant grinned - a wicked twist of his lips as he gave Porchay a sly wink. "Baby boy, no more games. You want me. You love me. You want to be with me. And I feel the same. Of course, you're coming home with me. And if you do - that man gets to live. Everyone's happy. Agreed?"
"And if I don't?" Porchay asked hesitantly.
"Fuck it to hell Porchay!" Khimhant suddenly raged, ordering his men to leave the room and to take the piece of shit out with them - emphasizing the fucker better never show his face anywhere near him or Porchay again.
As the bodyguards scrambled to follow his orders with post haste Khimhant stalked towards Porchay - beyond done with this entire fucking day!
"What do you want to do?" he seethed as he walked slowly towards the boy. "Did you really want him to fuck you?" he whispered his words - nasty ugly things. "Do you really want to go home alone?" he taunted as he closed in on Porchay's personal space. "Do you really want me out of your fucking life?!" he hissed into his ear before his hand captured the back of his head and his lips captured the sensitive skin of his neck.
He licked a stripe along the long warm length, drawing a moan out of Porchay's throat. He licked and nibbled and sucked as he talked - his mouth trailing a world of promises as his lips whispered threats of loneliness and pure hell.
"My Chay, baby... this is your life now - with me. Where else would you go? I gave you the chance to leave but you didn't take it. How in the fuck do you think you can stay here and not be with me? You are mine. Always have been. You didn't take the out – so my song was telling you it was time to come back where you belong - but what did you do? " Khimhant asked on a hissed-out breath of rage. "You fucking came here to end up in that pricks arms! I saw you - how you looked at him Porchay," Khimhant accused. "You were priming yourself to sleep with him - out of pure spite. Let him taste you - hold you - know you in ways I don't!"
“You’re still pissed at me for being cruel…? Well let me let you in on a little fact; that wasn’t me being cruel. That was me being kind and frankly I am tired of paying for it. Stepping back so you could move forward. Denying myself you – so that you would be safe and out of this world. I will not apologize for that. But you’re here now - not fucking gone like you were supposed to be - and I will be damned if you stay but not with me – where by the way you want to fucking be – not off letting another man touch you! Now who baby… who…,” Khimhant said on a harsh whisper, mouth pressed up directly into Porchay’s ear, “Is the one actually being cruel to whom here? Me… or you?” he asked, kissing the side of his head roughly then pulling back away from him.
To say Porchay looked surprised by Khimhant's tirade would be an understatement. He looked completely staggard by this new perspective. It was clear he had never considered Khimhant's position - the stance he had felt driven to take when he had been found out. Aside from the obvious - Porchay had never taken the time to look deeper into Khimhant's motives - accepting everything at face value.
Khimhant could tell Porchay wanted to argue back but he could also see he had made his point and Porchay was now fumbling with finding a good enough counter attack. What he thought had been set in stone was in fact written with chalk. What he thought had happened - what Khimhant had done - was fading – laved away by Khimhant's newly voiced truth now ringing in his ears.
Khimhant could read this all clearly by just looking at Porchay’s face. He had always been easy to read and tonight was no different.
Good.
It was time Porchay started considering Khimhant’s side of things - why he had done what he had done and why - more importantly - it no longer applied nor should it be held against him. Yes, it had caused him pain - but it had caused Khimhant no less. Porchay had failed to see this. Khimhant would make him face it now.
A long silence passed. Porchay had hidden his eyes from him by ducking his head to look at his hands twisting together in his lap. Khimhant stood silently in front of him, staring at that bent head, his hands in his pockets, patiently waiting for Porchay to process this new information - waiting for him to finally react.
It wasn't easy. Snatching him up out of that fucking chair was what he would rather be doing - just fling him down on the sofa and kiss him into submission. It would probably work, too. Porchay was on the cusp of giving in. He was a stubborn little shit though - who would have imagined that?
Khimhant was about to take matters into his own hands when he heard Porchay's barely their voice. "You love me?"
"Yes!" he practically snarled – why did he keep doubting that!
"Why? Since when? How much?" Porchay suddenly rushed out - head still down - hands still twisting in agitation.
Fuck this...
Going with his original instinct Khimhant swept down towards Porchay - grabbed one of those fluttering hands and yanked him up, pulling him with him to the sofa. Instead of getting Porchay under him though, where he wanted him most, he himself sat down pulling Porchay along. In very little time and with very little effort his boy was settled perfectly across his lap.
With one hand still holding Porchay's and another clamped on his hip, he settled Porchay into his body - a beautiful fucking fit. Khimhant inhaled a surprisingly shaky breath. Having Porchay so close - so warm - for the first time in what felt like forever was affecting him more powerfully than he could have foreseen.
Damn he had missed him!
By his silence and quiet acceptance - making zero attempt to escape Khimhant's hold - he had a feeling Porchay was just as affected as he was - missed him just as much.
That boded very well for the coming conversation and the rest of their night. Khimhant hadn't been joking when he'd commented Porchay would be going home with him tonight - sleeping in his bed. He'd prefer he came willingly - cooperation was what he was seeking - but it wasn’t mandatory. They would reconcile. From this moment forward there would be no repeats of this sort of night. How he went about making Porchay understand and accept this fully remained to be seen.
"As gorgeous as your profile is baby, I'm not going to talk to it. This kind of conversation requires eye contact - real communication. I want you to not just hear my sincerity - I want you to see it - feel it! I don't want you to have any doubts about what I say..."
Porchay's head whipped towards him midway through his little speech. Wide cinnamon eyes - looked hopeful - looking scared. He bit at his lower lip as he usually did when he was anxious.
Khimhant let go of his hand and reached out with his thumb, pulling his lower lip out from the brutal assault. His thumb lightly caressed the plump warm reddened flesh.
"Be kinder to yourself baby. Don't abuse my lip..."
Porchay ducked his head in embarrassment, blushing a deep red but one soft sound of admonishment from Khimhant had him quickly looking back up.
"It's my lip," Porchay mumbled petulantly, making Khimhant smile.
"It's so mine, baby and though I'd prefer we have this conversation now I'm more than willing to forgo it so I can prove it to you without a doubt," he assured him, voice gravely with want.
Khimhant lowered his hand back down and once again reached for Porchay's hand. He shifted his hips and the boy ever so slightly, too so that he could adjust himself. That fucking lip of his was driving him mad. His ass in his lap - even more so. God, he wanted this clueless boy... who - for fucks sake - couldn't even seem to tell.
"Why?" Khimhant suddenly said, deciding to move on before he gave into his baser needs and decided to move his dick... into Porchay - and show him all he remained clueless about.
That was honestly not what tonight was about. He needed things settled. Needed Porchay to grasp what that meant - to be on board with it - moving forward with him. They could fuck like rabbits afterwards - fuck whenever and wherever they wanted. He was actually counting on it. He had denied himself long enough as it was. He didn't want to wait or waste a minute more but his boy needed to have a better understanding - a meeting of their minds - before their bodies did the rest of the talking.
And that started now…
"So, why," he repeated, staring into Porchay's eyes, "do I love you? Why fucking not?" Khimhant shot back - his voice suggesting the question was ridiculous which it absolutely was. "Physically your lovely - adorably cute sometimes - fucking sex on legs like tonight," he growled not exactly happy right now about that, considering the why, but choosing to let it go so they could have this out. "Other times your pretty and then others sloppy but still so damn beautiful - and every time... every fucking time I look at you my heart just thumps out this low bass-like sound… he’s mine… he’s mine... he’s mine..." Khimhant paused and smirked - he couldn't help himself - Porchay was hanging on to his every word.
"Since when you ask? Since the day I snuck into your bedroom and saw your stalker tendencies - for of all people - me. I got so fucking hard, seeing me through your eyes as I looked at your bedroom wall. Your sweet cute-ass self was hiding a few things behind those seemingly innocent eyes and mouth. God - I'd never felt anything like that before. When you came back with the food, I started quizzing you about love - your own. You have no idea how much I wanted you to fess up."
"I... I don't believe you," Porchay whispered though his expression clearly said the opposite or that he at least wanted to.
"Oh, My Chay... While I sat on that bench quizzing you, do you know what I was imagining?"
Porchay shook his head no.
Khimhant thrust his hips up against Porchay's ass a couple of times. "This! You and me - up in your room - you pinned against that idol wall with my pictures raining down around you as I pounded into you - your body writhing - your hands grasping for purchase - knocking the pictures off as you gave out little strained breathy sounds of my name as you fucking lost your mind!"
Porchay's breathing was heavier by the time Khimhant finished. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes were bright with excited wonder. His cock was hard, too.
Khimhant shifted again. He was in no better condition. Porchay's blush deepened at the evidence pushing against his ass and even more so when Khimhant lightly brushed his hand over Porchay's groin as if to point out his own.
Taking in a deep breath, Khimhant battled with his body to calm down. He was going to answer Porchay’s questions, even if it killed him - and right now it felt like it would.
"How much, you asked?” he managed to go on. “Now I'm really not sure how to answer that one. I guess it would depend on how you measured love and what with. I love you and your life more than mine. If you were kidnapped and I had to give up my fortune to get you back I'd do it without hesitation. If I had to choose between Wik and you - Wik would die an instant death. If we're talking time then the word infinity immediately springs to mind. In terms of numbers, I would have to be a bit more random but let's go with gazillion. How much baby - it's really too fucking hard to answer but you can go with whichever one of those you want. You own my heart. You have for a very long time."
"Oh my god," Porchay suddenly squeaked out - burying his face in Khimhant's shoulder - overwhelmed.
Khimhant chuckled - a dark sexy sound making Porchay squeal a second time. Then suddenly he raised his arms up and wrapped them clumsily around Khimhant’s neck, clutching at him desperately, a small warmly moist whimper puffing out against Khimhant's throat.
Stunned for the briefest of moments at Porchay's sudden capitulation, Khimhant took an unusual second to process what in the fuck was happening but when he did - he reacted at the speed of light chasing away all of those fucking shadows that had been haunting him since he had walked away that day by wrapping Porchay up tightly with no intention of ever letting him go again.
Porchay's whimpers turned to heavy cathartic sobs of release. Khimhant held him through it all, his face buried in the soft downy fluffiness of his hair as his neck became drenched in Porchay's tears.
The sobs of harsh memories finally softened. The small hiccupping cries of confused pain quieted. The whimpers of lingering hurt finally ceased - leaving Porchay - resting against him quietly - no longer clutching harshly but with hope - and what felt like love.
"Okay?" Khimhant queried. "Do you understand now? Do you understand me?"
Porchay nodded his head where it still rested in the crook of his neck.
Khimhant wasn't having that. Porchay would use his words with him. Tell him what he understands - how he feels. They were together now - there would be no hiding - no holding back.
Khimhant reached back and clasped Porchay's wrists pulling them from back from around his neck. The move felt off - the loss wrong - but this talking face to face. It had to be done.
"Look at me." Khimhant ordered, voice rough with command - with fiery tension from the heat of having the boy in his lap.
Porchay's eyelashes fluttered as he finally lifted his head. His eyes searched Khimhant's with a curious intensity.
"Is this the real you?" Porchay asked quietly.
Khimhant gave a rueful chuckle. "Another side... maybe the predominant one - but it's all me. The me right now - the me tutoring you - the me eating noodles with you - the me accepting your confession - they are me and I am them," Khimhant paused for a second, searching Porchay's eyes before tacking on gruffly, "We... are yours."
Porchay's lips wobbled at that. His eyes sparkled through a sheen of tears he was blinking - fighting hard to stave off. "I want to be yours," he breathed out, so feather light Khimhant barely heard the weight of his words.
Khimhant's lip curled, "Will it piss you off if I say the choice was really no longer yours?"
Porchay snorted a laugh as he wiped at the wetness of his cheeks and his eyes. "Yes," he said sounding surprised and a little bit affronted. "I'm my own person and I decide if I'm yours," he grumbled with a very delectable pout.
So precious did he look, Khimhant decided that he would let him get away with this inaccurate stance. Plenty of time to show his baby the error of his ways and his thinking. Khimhant would let him think, this once, that he had choices about this, about them. Porchay would know one day and it wouldn't be long that there had only ever been one inevitable outcome - Porchay going home with him – where he belongs.
"Anything else you want me to answer?" Khimhant asked, not that they couldn't talk later he just wanted to make sure with regards to the past that they put all their cards on the table - past resentments - questions - fears.
Porchay suddenly did the unexpected - which shouldn't have been so surprising considering the him of the past. He leaned in toward Khimhant and whispered directly into his ear, "Has it been hard on you as well?"
Son of a bitch! What in the holy hell?
The provocative little...
Khimhant whipped his neck back and away to throw Porchay a glare but his quiet innocent eyes stared back at him so openly so sincerely. Khimhant realized Porchay wasn't trying to wind him up! When he had asked if it had been hard for Khimhant he wasn't talking about Khimhant’s erection currently pressing insistently against his ass. Porchay had actually meant emotionally - his baby - despite all his anger - had been worrying about Khimhant as much as Khimhant had been worrying about him.
Khimhant leaned back in towards Porchay and rested his forehead against his. "It has been hard," he answered quietly, ruefully - closing his eyes remembering the last few weeks. "Just because I'm mafia - a killer - doesn't mean I don't feel. Especially when it involves you."
Porchay leaned his head in heavier towards Khimhant - his entire body as a whole gave over trustingly - one hundred percent relying on Khimhant to hold them both up. "Am I your weakness?" he asked timidly, his breath a warm caress across Khimhant's lips.
"Mm," Khimhant considered for a moment before answering. "More like my secret weapon."
Surprised by his answer, Porchay pulled back to look at him in silent question - not understanding what Khimhant meant by that.
"With you to come home to, I'll be even more focused - vigilant - ruthless if I have to be - because I won't keep you waiting."
"Oh!" Porchay gasped out blushing a pretty pink.
"With you beside me - I'll have everything a man can need."
"Oh..." Porchay said again, only this time more reverently whispered out.
"With you believing in me - supporting me - loving me - fucking me - I'll be a fucking force to be reckoned with!"
"Kim!" Porchay half squeaked - half squealed, his hand reaching up automatically to cover Khimhant's mouth to prevent him from saying more.
Khimhant pulled his head back and Porchay's hand away from his mouth as a wicked grin twisted his lips. "My Chay, you asked me if you were my weakness - I'm trying to answer you as sincerely and as honestly as I can."
Porchay blushed again, his eyes darting away in embarrassment. "You don't have to be that honest," he rebuked with the cutest little frown.
"Well, then baby, I'll give you the simplest answer that I can."
Porchay nodded, staring at him and waited.
"You're not my weakness. You're – quite honestly - my greatest strength."
Porchay pondered his words seriously before asking with continued doubt, "Really? Even though I can't fight or know anything about this business or this world?"
Khimhant leant forward and nibbled at the chin of the most adorable person he had ever met. "I know enough for the both of us," he murmured, moving up to kiss the tip of Porchay’s nose. "You just be you - follow your dreams - I'll take care of the rest."
Porchay wrinkled his nose like he didn't like what Khimhant said. "Like a mistress?"
Khimhant growled and grabbed Porchay’s hips, jerking his boy closer to him all humor fleeing. "Like my lover - my boyfriend - the keeper of my heart. Don't belittle it or me or yourself again!"
Porchay's eyes flared with uncertainty at Khimhant's vehemence - taken aback by the harsh reprimand - the fierce angry rebuke.
"I'm sorry," Porchay whispered his voice quivering a bit.
Khimhant let it. Porchay needed to understand there were some things Khimhant would just not ever accept! Him maligning himself or them - in any way - was at the top of his list.
Khimhant, a displeased frown still on his face asked Porchay once again if there was anything else he needed to know.
Porchay - shoulders hunched but still looking at Khimhant slowly shook his head back and forth.
"Words, My Chay. Use them to communicate with me," Khimhant instructed, once again making it clear things would be different in some ways. "Assumptions are dangerous and I won't play games with you and you won't play anymore with me. Be prepared to pay the price if something like tonight ever happens again."
Porchay swallowed, nodded his head, before startling, realizing and he had not said anything and quickly spoke. "Okay."
"And?" Khimhant prompted.
It took Porchay a second but then he quickly replied in a hushed quiet tone, "I have no more questions."
Khimhant was more than pleased by Porchay's swift amenable response. Not only because he had obeyed but because his boy was also getting off on his own submissive response. Khimhant could tell by his breathing and the pulse pounding at his throat. Porchay might be acting like he didn't belong to Khimhant - didn’t have to listen to him - but his body - it was telling a different tale.
Being the innocent, he was he didn't realize the minute details his body was giving away. Having been trained to read body language - to Khimhant - Porchay was a beautifully written open book - his script eloquent - freshly direct - full of romance, longing, and want.
Khimhant leaned in towards his mouth, his growled out, "Let's go home," gliding over Porchay’s lips just as he was about to claim them.
But suddenly Porchay turned his head at the last moment and lifted his hands to Khimhant's shoulders to ward him off.
Still driven by his hunger Khimhant didn’t draw back but leaned further in to whisper at Porchay’s ear instead.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Porchay spoke but it was so low Khimhant couldn't hear so he drew back despite his desire to remain close and asked him to repeat himself.
"I'm not ready for that," he said again, his eyes glancing off Khimhant, the tips of his ears a very dark red.
Khimhant's eyebrows lifted as dawning realization hit home. A small tender smile teased his lips as he bent down to make eye contact with his boy.
"I don't plan to lay a finger on you tonight - as a matter of fact - I'll promise right here and now not to touch you if you don’t want - but that doesn't mean I don't expect you to not come home with me - not sleep in my bed. Where I lay my head is where I expect you to lay yours from now on as well."
Khimhant lifted his hand to Porchay's chin and lifted his face up to meet Khimhant's directly. "I'll give you time - there's no rush. You'll be beside me - the rest will come. For you I can wait," he assured him before tacking on a playful, "Just barely."
Porchay giggled but it was a nervous giddy sound. He was still shy with him. After all, they had not been near each other in weeks. Khimhant needed to stamp down on his lust and at least let him breathe.
He went about it by reminding himself of what brought them here tonight to begin with and it was as if he had waved a magic wand - the heat of anger replaced the fire of his lust. The reminder of the idiot who had touched Porchay - who Porchay had considered bedding - leant him more than enough strength to break up this moment - allow Khimhant to push Porchay away.
Porchay looked shell-shocked as Khimhant thrust him from his lap and onto his feet with a jarring out of the blue abruptness. When his face began to look crestfallen Khimhant immediately disabused him of his misconception - that this was not rejection - and went on to explain exactly where his headspace was.
"I'm not angry about sex - we'll fuck soon enough - when you're ready. When I am, too. And tonight, frankly baby I just can't touch you."
Porchay looked hurt and his shoulders stiffened. He immediately went to turn away but Khimhant stopped him as soon as he presented Khimhant his back. Khimhant stepped forward and caught him by the jut of his hip bones, pulling him back into his body with a solid oomph. Still tense, Porchay didn't fight him but neither did he relax.
Khimhant leaned forward and rested his chin on his shoulder. In a gruff cold tone, he explained himself, making sure Porchay heard and understood every word.
"I want you. Never fucking doubt, it. You would be and one day will be shocked out of your mind when I do all the things to you, I've tormented myself over since almost the day we met."
He felt a different sort of tension envelope Porchay's body as he spoke, a fine tremor shimmy up his spine as he processed Khimhant's very lustful words.
"But baby, tonight would never be that night. You're dressed so fucking sexy - smell so good - but not for me. I'm hard as fuck right now," he confessed, grinding his cock in between the cleft of Porchay's ass for added emphasis, "But I'll take care of this one myself. Tomorrow you'll shower and I'll shred and burn these clothes and then we can move on from tonight and what could have happened here."
Silence filled the room until Porchay finally spoke up in a low voice. "Wouldn't it be better if I just went home tonight then? You're angry. I don't want..."
Khimhant jerked Porchay in tighter to his body and dug his chin into his shoulder, blanketing his body around him as much as he could. "I don't care what you want right now. I'm not... angry anymore, either. I'm just explaining where I’m at."
"I don't want you to be angry. I don't want our first night to start out that way," Porchay murmured, his voice trembling with emotion.
Khimhant closed his eyes and breathed in the regret lingering on the syllables of Porchay's words. His regret soothed Khimhant's edges - Porchay's underlying unvoiced love a balm to what could not be undone.
"I know baby - which is why tomorrow will be our official first day but that doesn't mean I want you anywhere but in my bed from now on, including tonight. I'll sleep elsewhere but you'll sleep where you belong. Understand?"
After a brief pause Porchay nodded, his breath leaving his body in a soft ragged sigh. Khimhant kissed the crown of his head as he felt Porchay's body finally relax back into his.
After a moment more, Khimhant released him before immediately reaching for his hand. He looked at Porchay a small smile on his face - one that Porchay returned.
"Let's go home..."
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Khimhant escorted Porchay silently through his penthouse. He didn’t turn on any lights. There was no need. Porchay had been here a few times and more than that – he had Khimhant by his side. He would never allow his boy to stumble again.
The stiffening of Porchay’s body revealed his unease as Khimhant directed him into his bedroom. Porchay had only been inside here once – when Khimhant was searching for his phone. Porchay had stood in the middle of the doorway but hadn’t ventured further. Khimhant recalled being relieved at the time. He had known that if Porchay had stumbled into his inner sanctum then all bets would have been off. Porchay would have been his in every carnal way there was.
Despite Porchay’s hesitancy Khimhant moved forward without a hint of indecision – only determination. Reaching his bed, he leaned down and flipped back the black satiny softness of his comforter along with the matching silk top sheet and pushed Porchay down onto his king-sized bed without saying a word. Porchay looking wary, immediately scrambled to the center of the bed, pulling the bedding up over him – up to his nose, peering out at Khimhant from over the flimsy security of silken sheets.
Khimhant canted his head at the boy sprawled so delectably on his bed. Despite the need clawing deep in his gut he had no intent to take what was now his. He would give Porchay some time. He’d prefer the brat not looked like a deer caught in the headlights - struck dumb by fear - poised for flight. Besides, he’d been serious when he had told Porchay that his showering – preparing himself tonight for another before going out made it impossible for anything to happen. No – Khimhant had no desire to touch Porchay tonight – his safety could not be guaranteed as the sheer rage still poured through him. The little shit was safe – for now.
Letting out a sarcastic burst of air from his lungs, Khimhant cocked his hip, resting one palm on the jut of bone as his other hand rubbed wearily at his forehead.
“What?” Porchay asked him from where he quietly sat bundled, only the top half of his face peeping out.
The bedside lamp illuminated his large cinnamon brown eyes and Khimhant saw clearly his fear – his hesitancy – his confusion.
“What?” Khimhant demanded stepping back towards the bed, watching Porchay clinch the sheets a little bit tighter. Khimhant liked that tiny show of uneasiness. It stroked the beast in him – made him hard.
“I’ll tell you what,” he snarled in response, looming from the foot of the bed – only a king-sized length between him and what he most wanted in the world. “I fucking saved your ass twice tonight. Can I at least get a little appreciation instead of this pitiful virginal sacrifice act you have going on?”
Chay’s eyes squinted back at him – his confusion real. “I guess I can see from your view point that you saved me from the guy but I don’t remember a second time? When?”
Khimhant’s lips lifted in a smirk of old – that smirk – that said oh baby – you dared ask? “The second time was when I agreed not to fuck it tonight – fuck you. To give you time,” he replied waiting quietly for Porchay’s response.
The last thing he expected were giggles muffled by the silk he was hiding his face from Khimhant behind.
The sound swelled out like musical bells. It danced on the air and flickered along Khimhant’s nerve endings wherever they touched. He licked his dry lips as all his blood rushed south. His boy was fucking killing him and gods he would die happy.
Without reservation Khimhant pounced on the bed watching Porchay with a small smile as Porchay silently watched him slowly prowl his way up the bed on his hands and knees and up over Porchay’s body – his eyes getting even impossibly wider as Khimhant advanced.
Porchay slowly slunk backwards as much as he could but Khimhant just kept coming until he straddled him – his ass over his hips – his eye’s boring into Porchay’s from where he sat atop him staring down. He lifted his hands and starting at Porchay’s waist he fluttered his palms upwards caressing along his sides - over the smooth slick fabric that lightly covered his body. His fingers glided with ease and purpose until they rested beside where Porchay clutched at the sheet with such a maidenly death grip Khimhant could not prevent himself a small rueful grin.
With a sudden slight dip of his head, he quickly latched at the sheet tighter – on either side of where Porchay had his death grip and clamped it, pushing downward on either side of Porchay’s shoulders, trapping his body – his hands beneath the bedding – keeping the boy from moving even an inch. His flimsy security becoming Khimhant’s silken snare.
Khimhant’s face hovered over Porchay’s. His eyes lingered on every beautiful inch – the wide watchful eyes – the pert nose – the lips that quivered just enough to satisfy something deep down inside of Khimhant that had been rampaging silently for hours. Porchay’s quiver was of want and trepidation – and fuck it all – Khimhant was desperate to know what that tasted like.
“I’m not going to do anything to you tonight. I promised. But can’t I at least have a kiss?” he asked softly from above him – his head canting from one angle to another as he imagined just how he would take that first nibble.
After the longest of pauses where he thought Porchay was going to continue to play his game of cat and mouse - hard to get; he gave.
With the slightest nod of his head Porchay invited him in.
That was all Khimhant needed.
He swiftly leaned in like a starving man… and fed.