Tender gangster

If one lets himself be tamed...

*Notes:

Imagine that Porsche really got sick while being imprisoned.
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"I don't trust anyone."

After the way he treated you, neither did you.

Instead of his cozy bed and hot breath, there is a hard floor and cold walls. And the iron bars of the cage. So you became his personal pet.

«One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed...»*

You're not weeping.

With tears.

But your heart is bleeding.

And the chills are also rapidly overpowering and the head becomes too heavy, like cast iron.

It seems that his ex came "to visit" you

Parodically drank milk and even shoved the leftovers at you.

His mock revenge. For sticking a spoon you licked into his glass. It was a subtle hint: Kinn has not been yours for a long time, and if you dare to stick your nose in, remember, my kisses are still warm on him.

The body is getting colder. And the soul is about to freeze. How could you, Kinn? I believed you, I'm all... I'm all yours!..

The hands got numb from the shackles that squeezed the wrists. The events of this day are swirling in circles. A dirty gray wave splashes into the eyes. Everything around loses its sound and shape. And somewhere in the back of your mind, you can barely distinguish between a voice that has become painfully native:

"What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

You don't know how much time is passing. But you come to senses from the soft touches of something wet. The chill is replaced by the blood-burning heat. When you open your eyes, you realize who is trying to heal you.

"Are you awake? It's good."

So to say...

You don't have to ask where you are. The softness of the spacious bed and his worried look speak for themselves. Kinn gently wipes the red-hot skin, and the last thing you want is to be on that hook again.

"Why am I here?"

"You're sick. The temperature soared. The doctor said it's asthenia."

"What?"

"Nervous exhaustion. The body's reaction to stress and fatigue. You need to have a good rest."

"Yeah. Which is exactly what I did for half a day. In that cage."

"Porsche…"

"What? So what?"

"You know yourself: I had no other choice. You've poked your nose in my business."

"Really? Your safety is none of my business?!"

"My safety?" Hm. Or is it your jealousy? Why did you bug him? Why did you follow me? Did you think I'd fuck him there?"

"Would you like to?" you ask, of course, not out of reason, but out of stupidity.

"If you weren't sick, I would teach you a lesson for such nonsense. Nonsense that can really cost lives."

"Oh, yes, I don't doubt it. If you aim at me, you won't miss."

"Shut up!"

"Get your hands off me!"

You push him so that he almost falls to the floor from the edge of the bed. Kinn grits his teeth, jerks up his chin and, after nodding "okay, okay" to you several times, removes the towel and cool water.

"I want to go back."

You understand that you can't go far in your underpants alone.

"Do you hate me for everything?"

"How could you consider me a dirty traitor?"

"I already told you. I do not trust anyone."

"I thought we've worked these issues out a long time ago between us."

"They're bringing food now. Eat and sleep."

"Yeah. And the fact that I will be seen in your bed doesn't bother you?"

Kinn covers his sides with the palms and answers sternly:

"And I'm not going to report my orders to anyone in my house."

"P-f-f... indeed."

Falling asleep. You don't hear who brings the food tray. And when you wake up, you rest your feet on something hard. Sitting up, you find Kinn curled up at your feet.

Eh, you... fool.

Carefully, so as not to wake him up, you stroke his disheveled hair. And then you take a second pillow and a bedspread. Kinn doesn't wake up. He just makes funny grimaces and grabs the edges of the pillow with his fingers. Once again you stroke his hair and shoulder, thinking over his words.

Do I hate you after all that?

I do not know, Kinn.

I do not know how to hate someone I love with all my heart.