I fell in love with an idiot (and now I have to go save his ass!)

This is it!

Bheem's POV:

Running with his strong lover over his shoulders was easy.

The way his love brutally punished their enemies was beautiful.

Bheem was in complete awe of his every movement.

It was mesmerizing and stunning to witness the strength his arms possessed. Bheem wanted to bite down on that juicy veiny bicep.

Bheem was appalled by the direction of his thoughts.
It nearly cost him their lives as he almost missed a rung on the watchtower they were climbing on.

He and his lover quickly vaulted over the prison walls and ran off into the surrounding forest.

They needed time to regroup...

As soon as Bheem came across a secluded spot with a flat rock, he laid Ram down gently on it.
Ram was exhausted. The escape mission was rough and the previous starvation definitely didn't help at all!

Bheem rounded up some herbs to make a poultice for his lover's wounds.

He was filled with rage at the sight of the infected wounds. He was going to enjoy crushing their skulls!

Applying the poultice and splinting Ram's leg was an exquisite torture within itself.

He kept imaging rubbing his face against those strong muscular thighs like a cat.

Bheem had to pinch himself to get his perverted mind to focus.

While he was searching for herbs, Bheem stumbled upon a statue of Lord Rama with a quiver of arrows and a majestic bow.

It gave him an idea...

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Bheem strode over to a lake to fetch some water.

An arrow shot right in front of his eyes, distracting him from his drink and helping him notice the enemies that were surrounding him from all sides.

Fucking hell!

How did he not notice them at all?

He quickly dove into the water as they opened fire on him.

As soon as the shooting came down, he peered up from the water surface like an alligator.

The sight he witnessed took his breath away.

Like a phoenix rising, his lover walked through a wall of flames. He wore an orange dhoti with a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow in his hands that had an arrow knocked on it as he took aim confidently at his enemies.

He looked like the reincarnation of Lord Rama himself!

Bheem wondered if it was an appropriate reaction to have when his breeches suddenly became tighter.

Fight first.
Daydream later!

The sooner they finished this fight, the sooner he could act on his fantasies.

Bheem picked up the slack and crushed his enemies like an elephant on a rampage.

Things were going well in their favor till he heard Ram's cry of pain.

Bheem felt his world narrow down to that sound.

Who dare hurt his love?
And how dare they breathe the same air as him?

Bheem checked to see that Ram was ok. His love was grazed by one of those speeding bullets.
It tore through the bicep that Bheem loved so much!
The person who dared to harm Ram was going to pay!

Bheem hefted the javelin in his hand and found the man cowering behind a tree.

He felt no remorse as the spear tip pierced through the man's abdomen and he looked at Bheem in shock.

Bheem pulled his spear out of the corpse as it fell on the ground with a satisfying thud.

Ram appeared amused by his rage.

Bheem knew that Ram also had an equally vengeful streak and rolled his shoulders awaiting the next swarm of fighters.

"Bheem," Ram called out in a booming voice.

Bheem suppressed a shiver at the deep tone.

"Why are we wasting our time battling the minions when their leader is safely ensconced within his castle?" he asked rhetorically.

Bheem shot him a look of understanding. They were able to have an entire conversation with just a single gaze.

Bheem absolutely loved their intimacy!

Bheem rode his bike as Ram mounted a horse.

They were able to set fire to the bike and let it crash into the building walls.

The crates of explosives and weapons caught fire and the palace exploded right before his eyes.

But that didn't make them pause.

They both vaulted into the burning mansion. Bheem was going to help Ram with his mission, come heaven or hell!

In the wake of the carnage, they noticed the governor's wife hanging upside down with dead vacant eyes.
The governor trembled in rage.

Ram picked up his bow and shot him, sticking his shirt to the wreckage behind him.

"Bheem," his love called out with much gusto. Bheem absolutely adored the way Ram's voice boomed as he spoke his name.

"This is a bullet that crossed the seven seas to reach India. It would be prudent to send it back to its homeland, yes?" he drawled out, holding out the bullet to him.

Bheem was right to tell the entire story of Malli's kidnapping to his lover. Ram remembered every single detail.

Bheem didn't have much experience with guns, preferring to fight with his bare hands mostly but he implicitly obeyed his lover's coaching.

"Load."

"Aim."

"Shoot!"

Bheem watched the bullet soar and hit its mark with precision. Ram gave him a look of abject pride which made him want to preen in happiness.

Ram smirked as he pulled Bheem close.

Their lips met with quiet confidence as they stood surrounded by carnage and a burning mansion.

Bheem's lips tingled but he reluctantly broke away.

"I found the firearms you need. Fulfill your oath to your people," he said.

Ram's eyes shone with gratitude as he eyed Bheem.

"I love you, Bheem," he choked out desperately.

"I love you too, Ram," Bheem replied softly as he kissed his love once again.

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The climax that we are all waiting for will be up next! ;)