Believe Again

CH 21: The Pillow

Quite some location changes. AND! Graphic violence! ... and NC... hehe

I forgot how to write smut T-T

- Wannie

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"Baby, I need to go for now, please," Tharn tried to shrug off the younger male who just won't let go of him. Tharn and Type were still in bed because Type did not want to let go of him and was in dire need of cuddles. "B- But, hubby... I need you here..." Type eyed him with tears glittering his orbs as a pearl raced down his flushed face. A new habit Type had grown  was to call Tharn 'hubby' or 'husband' all the time. The word "P'Tharn" was no more in his dictionary. He had grown much more affectionate towards the older in the past few days after they had talked about all those memories. He would hold his husband's face and kiss him whenever and wherever. No fucks given about the people around them. 

"Wifey, I really need to deliver that guy to hell today, he has live for too long!" Tharn reasoned. "No! Just ask P'Champ to do it for you! Don't leave me..." Type argued. "I promise I will be back in four hours, okay? I'll go there, torture him a little, kill him, then come back, hmm?" Tharn offered. Type looked at him for a while. He thought that a little staring competition would suffice and make Tharn give up and just stay home. But, oh lord! Jack had committed to many sins to be given a simple death. He didn't deserve to die peacefully. He deserved hell. He had to pay for all those unforgivable things he had done to not just Type, Fluke, Dean and Ohm, but for all those things that he did but were never recorded. He had to pay for it now, when he is still alive, and even after death if there is an afterlife. He had to pay for it. 

"Okay, how about this, I'll be back in four hours and also bring you your favorite chocolate cake from your favorite bakery. How does it sound?" Tharn tried luring him with his favorite food, "And... I'll also get some stir fried pork and basil rice from near your university. You love it, right love?" Type wanted to resist all those temptations but no more could, "Make the pork spicier than usual. And your four hours start the moment you step out of this room. Go before I change my mind." He turned to face the other side and pulled the covers to his head. "Awe, love, I'm sorry but I really needs to be there. Or else you know that I won't leave you," Tharn sighed, kissing his wife's head for the last time before changing clothes and heading out.

"Grandpa, I'm going to deal with him. Take care of Type for me. And try not to make him cry please," Tharn told the old man, walking out of the house. "I will. Now go," Pharm ushered him out before he saw Amp enter the living room. "Need anything, dear?" he gently asked the pregnant lady. Her bump was now finally starting to show as a little curve on her belly with the four-month-old fetus. "Umm... maybe some mint chocolate ice-cream and fries?" Amp gave him her best puppy eyes. "Of course, the ice cream is already stocked in the fridge and I will have someone make the fries for you," Pharm smiled at her. "Thank you, grandpa. If Thorn was home, I would have him make it for me," she pouted, missing her husband as she flopped down on the couch. All the wives of the house were missing their husbands all the time but only two of the three could feel the warm embrace. 

Tharn would barely ever leave Type as he knew his kitten did not want to be away from him for long. Thorn would go to the headquarters, leading their syndicate in place for Tharn until Type is completely fine; and he would return before sunset because he knew how demanding Amp had been due to her pregnancy. But Pharm... he had no other choice than to miss his husband. After all there was no way that a dead man could return. All he could do was to bask in the perfume the dead man used to love and hug the old clothes close to his heart. At times, he would feel jealous of the two but at the same time he would be happy for them. But his jealousy was always superseded by his care and love for all his grandchildren.