The Storm Inside Me.

2. Resistance.

Chay had just finished his shower, it was the only space he could access, every day Kimhan brought him sheet music and if he was wrong, he wouldn't see Kimhan all day. It was real mental torture for Porchay, he didn't understand Kim's behavior.

"Ouch!" Porchay had just slammed his toe against the toilet and squealed in pain.

" What happened ?" immediately roared the furious voice of Kim, who entered the room without even caring about the nudity of the youngest.

"NOTHING, GET OUT!" Porchay grabbed a white towel, and he shoved Kimhan out. "It's really a mania to get into people's shower..."

Shit.

Porchay had just screwed up. He shouldn't have said that.
Kim grabbed his wrist and slammed him against the wall, eyebrows raised in a stern expression.

"You mean in YOUR story, don't you?"

"Get off me!" cried Porchay, his wrist was already turning red.

"Porchay."

'' No! "

The pressure on his wrist increased so much that Porchay fell to his knees screaming in pain. It had happened once, Macau had gone into his shower yes, but the young boy had just laughed before going out under Chay's growls... It's was nothing, it haven't lasted a second !

"I can break your wrist. Are you going to say it, yes or no?" Kim's menacing voice hissed.

" I really don't understand you. " Chay replied coldly, he was gritting his teeth so hard, refusing to cry despite the pain.

Kim didn't like to use violence, not on Porchay, not like that... He wasn't his cousin Vegas, or even Kinn who could be brutal. But Kimhan Theerapanyakul had a monster buried inside him. He knew he was dangerous, and this monstrality had made him distance himself from young Chay. But the monster had grown, and now he was unable to fight against him.

"Who? Porchay this is the last time I ask you. Who saw you naked? Tell me his name. Was it Macau or Tankhun? Or that damn Boss? I searched among my guards and your friends, no one is called so... "

Despite the situation, Porchay burst into nervous laughter. Of course this guy had never existed, the first name only came from a brand: Hugo Boss. One of Wik's favorite brands. If it was true, but Kimhan's mind was to stupid to realise it.

"You're ridiculous," Porchay replied.

The young boy noticed that the pressure on his hand was less strong and he stood up, analyzing Kim's cold face. He blinked several times before tilting his head.

"Hey, P'Kim? You'll really intended to hurt me? Me? Am I not supposed to be under your protection?"

Kimhan's jaw twitched, he ran his hand along Chay's neck but didn't squeeze. Porchay kept glaring at him, a wicked smile on his lips. The young boy leaned his head against the wall, revealing his neck fully to Kim.

"Kill me now, if you dare."

"Porchay."

" If we follow your logic, you're planning to kill all my characters, right? So go ahead, have fun, kill me. I'm the main character anyway. Ohhh wait, P'Kim? Who's going to kill you? You are part of my story too you know, are you going to kill yourself miserably afterwards? "

Kim smirked, he really admired Chay's resistance, the latter always tried to be so strong, but his body betrayed him: the young man's legs were shaking. Slowly, Kimhan let his hand squeeze the cheeky little one's neck. Until his lips turn blue and Porchay's eyes roll. Chay's body collapsed to the floor, and Kim simply placed him back on the bed, pulling up the blanket.

.................................................. ....

"Arrrrfff....Humpfffff..."

Porchay woke up with a horrible sore throat, he found a glass with an orange liquid. Without thinking, the young boy finished the glass in one gulp. He looked around the room, the sun was setting. Porchay tried to find the tablet and he had an idea, he started using it as a messenger.

He tapped: - P'Kim. I need clothes.

Porchay was curious if his idea would work, then he got back into bed comfortably when suddenly his body started to heat up... It was strange, but he hadn't relieved himself for a long time. Chay sighed and groaned in despair, he didn't want to ....but his little brother was already so hard... It was suffocating. Porchay began rubbing his legs, hoping perhaps to calm the fire.

"Porchay." Kim's cold voice halted all Porchay's movement.

The young man wanted to die of shame, he tried to pretend that he was asleep. But Kim was an observant man.

"Your breathing is so heavy that even at the other end of this apartment I could hear you."

"Shut up," Porchay growled, burying his face in his pillow. "Put the clothes on the ground and get the hell out of here."

Quickly, Porchay felt the blanket leaving his naked body, and he shivered as his warm skin felt the cold air in the room. Kimhan watched him, Chay could feel his gaze heavy on him, and he couldn't help shaking.

"What... do you ...want?" said the young boy in a trembling voice.

"I'm waiting to see how long you think you can last with the drug before it starts to seriously drive you crazy."

Porchay froze, he understood better, the damn orange drink... Shit. Kimhan leaned over him, and he felt his breath on his bare neck, making him unable to breathe normally.

"Resist as much as you can, my angel."

It was torture, Kimhan knew how to be the king of assholes. Chay's body was overreacting and his own lungs were starting to burn, he spun around, his face below Kim's. He felt like his heart was radiating heat, and his cheeks were probably as hot as hell.

"You fucki....argh..." Chay gasped. His body almost convulsed as he felt the tips of Kim's black locks on his chest.

"You're right, sweetie. I'm not one to want to hurt you. But torture, you may ask Vegas,....torture can take many forms."

Porchay closed his eyes, he was ashamed to be like this, his member proudly erect and reddened, moaning for a single breath. The young man broke down, he could barely move, it took a huge effort but he managed to capture Kim's lips for a second.

"Oh Chay, sweetheart, no."

Kimhan pulled back a dark smile on his face, staring into Porchay's tearful gaze. He spun on his heels and Porchay wanted to scream but nothing came out of his mouth, just a poor little moan of frustration. Kim went to sit in his brown leather chair, he poured himself a drink and stared at the young boy. He knew how painful it could be, he had already used this drug on himself: he wanted to know the exact dosage. He couldn't afford Porchay's heart to stop. He didn't want his boy dead -- yet.

"You amaze me" admits Kim, looking proud, after watching him for about ten minutes. "Normally you should be crying and begging by now....Vegas told me that Pete didn't even endure five minutes of that drug...You're stronger than I thought."

Porchay's body convulsed again, he looked up at Kim with difficulty, his gaze clouded in burning desire and pain.

" Ple....a....se."

"Hmm...?"

Even talking was torture, Porchay's mouth was dry. His tongue was heavy, and the young man swallowed with difficulty:

"I ...b....eg ...you, P."

"Porchay, I said no."

Chay was on edge, he couldn't wait any longer, he knew. The drugs only drove him crazy, but Kimhan's presence was much stronger. With a lot of effort, Porchay spread his thighs, and he coughed, even a sports session would have been less painful.

" Please." Porchay's voice cracked, he had managed not to cry, but that fire was consuming him.

"The name, Porchay."

Porchay bit his lip, he felt a tear run down his cheek, then he said weakly:

"Macau."