Fearless

°Fifty Three°

Mew who was searching for Gulf after knowing that he had returned back, found his now husband standing in the balcony of his room, in deep thoughts.

He slowly entered inside and locked the door. "What are you thinking so deeply about?" He asked back hugging his husband who seemingly melted in his embrace.

"Just things." Gulf sighed and he looked troubled.

"You know you can tell me things who knows we can find a solution to it." Mew whispered kissing Gulf's nape and rubbing the sides of his waist making Gulf sigh in satisfaction.

"Seems reasonable but how about we do it my way?" Gulf smirked and winked at Mew who just raised his eyebrow in question.

"Sure." He agreed without much thought.

When he heard Gulf say that they'll talk things out his way, Mew didn't expect to land inside an Octagon while facing his dear husband.

"Your kinda talk is really excruciating, love." Mew chuckled as he wrapped his hands with the bandages.

"Oh it definitely is and it turned more interesting with you being here. Ready to get knocked down like old times?" Gulf smirked as he took off his jacket standing on his shorts and a black t-shirt.

"Oh I promise to be the one standing up this time love." Mew winked making Gulf's insides stir.

Looking at his husband ready to fight him in a wife beater and black sweats and all those protruding muscles showing looks way too tempting but unfortunately they're here to talk what's bothering Gulf.

"So how about freestyle? No rules but no tricks either." Gulf suggested still ravishing his husband with his eyes.

Mew pretended to think for a while, enjoying his husband ogling him and gave a lopsided smirk.

"Done. Let's do this while you talk your mind out." Mew added grinning as he took his stance.

Gulf took a deep breath to calm the heat in his body and also to gather his thoughts and smiled once he was done.

"Let's fight." He smirked and took the attacking mode as he threw a punch on Mew who dodged it gracefully.

"So, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Mew asked as he did a roundhouse kick that landed him into kicking air.

He took seconda to get on his feet as he felt Gulf's presence behind him and ducked merely avoiding the puch that was thrown on his face.

"I'm thinking about Ren."

Mew frowned hard at that. "What is it Gulf?" He asked getting ready to defend now.

Gulf understanding Mew's intension, started attacking and pouring out his thoughts.

As he gathered his thoughts to speak, his movements strated getting more aggressive.

Mew immediately caught on this and understood something was seriously wrong and that this wasn't the way Gulf would pour his emotions out.

So, he took over and started deflecting Gulf's attacks while attacking Gulf back and tiring him up.

A technique he saw Gulf using himself.

After several minutes, Gulf fell down defeated and Mew had him locked underneath him.

Gently rubbing their nose together, Mew pecked Gulf slightly still keeping him in a tight embrace.

"I won love now tell me what's bothering you." Mew whispered nudging his nose on Gulf's cheeks.

He froze when he heard Gulf take in a shuddering breath. His heart twisted painfully as he pulled himself up to look at Gulf's face.