Open Your Heart

Chapter 17

The ride home was a quiet one, with the three of them barely saying a word to each other, and that wouldn't have been so bad if his lover hadn't been so distant. Instead of sitting close and leaning against him as Char usually did, the blond sat stiffly y the window, leaving space in between them. He'd done nothing but stare forward, clearly lost in his own thoughts. As they pulled up to the manor, Orco was the first to move, hurrying to the door and holding it open for them. Before he moved to get out, Henroin looked at Char, however it seemed as though his lover hadn't noticed that they'd reached their destination at all. Lightly touching the deathstalker's arm, he pulled back when Char jumped and turned to look at him with break neck speed. "We're here."

With a small sigh, Char gave him a soft smile and followed him out of the car and inside. Leading his lover to the drawing room, he made sure the door was closed behind them to ensure they were alone. By the time he turned around, Chardenay had dropped himself onto the couch and was idly toying with his hair. Crossing the room caught the man's attention. "I'm sorry, Hen." He sat down beside the man and looked at him curiously.

"Sorry? For what?" Char shook his head, his gaze turned down to his fingers.

"That you had to see that side of me. It's not exactly... pretty." Henroin scoffed at the thought.

"Knowing what I know about your family, if you didn't have that side to you, I'd think you were lying about your whole genetic makeup." His lover chuckled. "Besides, it was nice to see that." He looked forward and nodded slowly. Chardenay tilted his head in confusion.

"Nice to... see me suffocate Anne and beat my father's head in?" There was definitely a curiosity to the question. Henroin tipped his head back and forth.

"I mean... That was pretty nice too, but that's not what I meant." Chardenay shifted to get a bit more comfortable, which eased a little part of Henroin's nerves.

"Than what did you mean?"

"I mean that it was nice to see you being... you." His lover narrowed his gaze on him and Henroin sighed. "You know... no fake smiles and laughs, or caution with your words. Just you saying what you really felt and doing what made you happy. Sure... it was murdering two people in cold blood with absolutely no remorse..." Char cringed. "But it was what you wanted to do. Not what you were told to do. And that... I liked seeing that side of you. A side that takes what he wants without asking." The deathstalker thought for a moment, biting his bottom lip as he did. The act had Henroin focusing on his lips, his body begging to feel their soft caress against his own.

"So... you like when I'm... greedy?" Char sat up and slid a little closer. The way his head was tilted down, his eyes darkened with lust, Henroin didn't even have to guess what the man wanted. Smiling, he leaned a bit closer until they were mere centimeters away.

"I guess so." Meeting the molten platinum eyes that he adored so much, he felt himself getting lost in their depths. "Greedy can be sexy sometimes." The smile that curved Char's lips had him imagining he most sinful of acts.

"I see. Well, I'm feeling pretty greedy right now." His lover pushed off the couch and moved to stand in front of him. He complied when the deathstalker pushed him back, holding his hands up to give the man rein.

"Oh really? Greedy for what, exactly?" Char slid onto his lap as he inquired. His lover slowly ran a finger down his cheek and jaw, all the way to his chin to tilt his head up more. The way their bodies fit together felt more perfect than even his own skin. Reaching up, Henroin wrapped his arms around the other man, grabbing his thighs to hold him in place. Char leaned forward until they were so close he could feel the man's breath against his lips.