Breaking the Barriers • BrightWin

Ten

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"What makes you think I want you to?" Win bluntly interrupted. "You always seem to get your way."

They fell into silence. No, scratch that. Bright stiffened and quieted, unsure of what to say or even do at this point. Emotion knotted his stomach as it stunned him into shocked silence. He swallowed rapidly, trying so hard to keep a straight face and not show his expression.

You are manipulating him. A voice whispered deep, and dark flowing devilishly through his bloodstream. It was as if he had reflected on himself for a fleeting moment.

"I thought this was a give and take relationship?" Win continued then he paused again.

"Oh," was all Bright had let out before Win added.

"It was like you always wanted to be in control."

With a sigh, Bright nodded softly as he smiled wanly at him. "You're right, I'm sorry."

"But, yeah. I'm in. Terms," Win folded his arms and mock-pouted at him.

"How do you want it to be?"

"Let's talk it out. Let's both have it our way."

Bright took a deep breath, letting it out slowly then gave a quick nod. "Fine. We'll have it in my place."

Win blew out a huff and tilted his head, searching for a cunning look in his eyes.

Shaking his head a little, he raised one of his eyebrows. He let out a good-humoured sigh, a smile forming on his lips.

"That's not an order, though. That's a proposition." He cleared and the other still looked at him warily. "Of course I don't want us being seen in public."

Gathering his thoughts, Win just shrugged his shoulders off and uttered a simple, "Okay." There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the statement.

A gentle knock upon the door of the cubicle echoed causing the two to straighten their composure. They hadn't realized someone went in as they were too focused on one another. Good thing they were a bit detached so no one could have an ounce of suspicion between them. Hopefully.

When the two went back to Mew's office, they were already wrapped up. Gun and Win locked their gazes and the former automatically understood what he meant. Luckily for him, he ran across Gulf so he didn't bother leaving with the two.

Win glanced over Bright as he roared into the parking lot of his condo. As the sun sunk like a flickering bulb, hues of pink and orange wavered and the night slowly started to develop; the cool breeze brushed delicately against their fair skin.

They were at the balcony, watching the stars of Venus born brightly as they sat on the outdoor dining. Bright decided to order dinner for them and just have it in his place.

"You start," Win spoke, his eyes lowered at the dishes served as it seemed new to his eyes again. They all seemed scrumptious and mouth-watering.

Slowly, he reached out for the chicken as it was the only dish he knew, but even that, it plated nicely. It was made up of chunks of chicken, with a delicate smooth creamy white sauce on it, specks of broccoli and a proper amount of varieties of sliced up vegetables on the side.

"Why me?" Bright abruptly asked.

"You suggested it first," Win responded but his concentration remained on the food he was eating. It was quite intense, yet slightly salty, both going along that it made him wide-eyed the moment he chewed it.