Music To My Ears | 2gether Short Stories

Roses Among Thorns - Chapter 01

Chaos followed the two wherever they went.

The building they ran into was condemned for demolition, and the two seemed determined to get a head start on it.

Bullets punched holes into walls, tearing off chunks of plaster and bricks in a shower of dust.

Expletives, the quick huffs of exerted breathing, the pitter patter of running footsteps and clattering metallic sounds echoed around the walls of the abandoned stairwell as two men ran up the steps.

The one below gave chase to the one ahead, who pushed open a door left unlocked by chance and sprinted into the corridor beyond.

The pursued looked around with sharp eyes, made a split second decision to run to the right, frantically testing more doors for merciful luck.

His insistent fingers encountered no resistance from one lock and he pushed in hurriedly, the flecks of peeling paint on the front of it fluttering in the breeze from the sudden opening of the door.

He ducked inside and stood silently with his back against the chipped wood, chest heaving, lungs burning, crying for oxygen that he dared not breathe for fear of making a sound.

A sudden flapping of wings, a pigeon careening into him and flying out the open window across the room, startled him and he cursed out loud.

The footsteps outside paused and the man within was thrown to the floor by the force of the body that slammed against the door without warning.

The pursuer leapt at his target with an angry cry, and the two men grappled with each other on the floor.

Fists flew and connected with soft flesh, knees jerked and collided with other bones that grated and ached, feet kicked out at anything and everything within reach.

A knife flashed and clattered to the floor the next second. The other produced a gun which was sent similarly flying, but not before a bullet was shot in the air between them.

Grunts and heavy breaths and filthy curses hung thick in the air, muted and confined to the radius of the two bodies that danced with the intent to hurt.

Both men found a perverse comfort in the violent contact, the pain delivered and received both equally arousing to them.

"Guess who won this time, saraleo" laughed the taller of the two, the one being chased.

"Fuck you, Metawin" choked the pursuer, who lay with his chest pinned to the floor, cheek plastered against the dirty tiles, one arm twisted behind his back at a painful angle, the other held down at the wrist in a vice-like grip.

Metawin smirked dangerously, licking his bleeding lip with a lazy, lingering lap of his tongue.

"Language, Major Vachirawit" he chuckled as he dug his knee into the small of the police officer's back.

Major Vachirawit struggled but he could barely move with Metawin sitting astride his thighs, pressing down on him.

The air thrummed with sexual tension that shimmered like a heat wave, blurring the edges between them. Like it always did when they were around each other.

It made their battles a lot more complicated.

The Major shivered as he felt a sudden wetness on his ear and an involuntary moan escaped his lips as Metawin flicked his tongue along the shell of his ear before tugging his earlobe between his teeth.

"Fuck, Vachi, even dirt tastes good on you" he whispered in a hot, moist breath.

The said man wriggled on the floor with a grunt, trying to wrap his leg around Metawin's, get some purchase to secure an advantage.