Soon enough...(Toppat!Henry x Charles)

Chapter 4

Henry put his hand on the back of Charles' head, keeping the other around his waist. Then he pulled the pilot towards him until their lips touched. Joy and satisfaction bounced around inside of Henry as if it was little kids in a bouncy castle. 

Charles felt a whole mix of emotions bubbling inside of him. He felt disgust, fear, rage, and another emotion he couldn't describe. He placed his hands on Henry's chest in an effort to push him off. But the leader had a strong grip on him. Charles attempted to turn his head away instead but to no avail.

Their lips connected for 10 seconds before Henry finally pulled away. The other immediately turned and used his jacket to wipe his mouth vigorously.

"Oh come on, you liked that," Henry smirked as he walked backward to give Charles space.

"I didn't and I never will," Charles spat, still wiping his mouth.

Never say never

"But you didn't pull away,"

"I physically couldn't!"

Henry replied with a small, "eh" and took Charles' hand again. Who in return yanked his hand back once in an attempt to make Henry let go.

As they walked out of the communication center, Charles couldn't help but ask, "where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to where you are going to be kept until you decide to become a toppat," the leader replied with a little happiness sprinkled into his voice. 

"Back to the cell?" The pilot questioned, a little nervous. He would rather not be dangled in a small room by his arms forever.

Henry chuckled as if he couldn't believe what Charles just said, "of course not Em. I would never leave you hanging, both in high fives and in prison cells. You're special!"

"Don't call me that, you were only allowed to use that nickname when we were close with each other," Charles growled. Henry felt a sting in his heart, but kept it hidden. He continued, "can you at least let go of my hand?"

The taller male shook his head, "nope! You may be a special type of prisoner but you're still a prisoner. I gotta make sure you don't try to escape," Charles grumbled in frustration and continued to follow the other. 

Soon, Henry stopped in front of a silver door. He stared at a pad next to it for a second like he was thinking of something. Then he quickly shifted Charles from his right hand to his left, their hands not breaking contact at all. The pilot stared at Henry with pure confusion, wondering if he's really that untrustworthy with being free. Henry pulled the leather glove off his hand using his teeth and placed it on the scanner. It took a few seconds but the scanner finally beeped and the door slid open. They walked in then waited for the door to close. Charles' hand got released and he felt...sad? He chose to ignore it, assuming that he just understood that feeling wrong. 

After putting his glove back on, Henry stood back, "This is where you will be living," 

"Your office? There's no bed though," the pilot questioned as he looked around the gigantic room. It had nothing but a large desk with a pc on it, a brown office chair, and a carpet. He looked out the window that replaced the wall, admiring the view of space.

"Oh, I just use this to seem professional when I have a meeting with Toppats," he replied. Henry walked over to his desk and bent down. Charles had no idea what Henry did but he heard a click and suddenly the side walls shrunk into the floor. Revealing a much larger space.  

On one side of the room, there was a king size bed in the corner where the window is with cobalt blue sheets, a nightstand was placed next to it. Across the bed was a cocoon chair that hung from the ceiling, under the chair laid a white fluffy carpet. Next to the chair was a bookshelf that was stocked with books, the books had an average of 6 centimeters thick, confusing Charles to how the man reads so many thick books. Large dressers stood next to each other against the wall. And what seems like a toybox was placed near the bed against the window. 

On the other side of the room, a flat screen tv was hooked onto the wall. A Royal blue couch faced the tv with a rectangle coffee table in front of it. Plants were placed everywhere, next to the couch, near the door, and a lot more places. Cupboards were also built into the walls. He saw another room with a door that he assumed is the bathroom. There were even more decorations but the author doesn't have the brain cells to think of a well-decorated room, so just imagine that it looks like an image that pops up when you search "aesthetic decorations" on Pinterest.

"Now this, is my room," Henry showed off.

Charles gaped, "Woah..."