You Are My Enemy. { Kimchay }

Privilege.

Kim woke up that morning, relaxed for the first time in his life. He first heard Porchay's quick little breath, and he turned, to feel the warmth of the boy soft skin against his chest.

He put his arm over his stomach and pulled Chay against him, squeezing a groan from the still sleeping young boy.

He buried his head in Porchay's neck, letting his hand run over the perfect curves of his back, but when he brushed the youngest's buttocks, the latter gasped and opened his eyes:

"Enough, P'Kim."

"Oh?....Didn't you ask for more and more yesterday? Begging me with your sweety voice, P'Kim, P'Kim..."

"ENOUGH!"

Chay blushed immediately, which was a delightful sight for a perfect awakening, well from Kimhan Theerapanyakul's perspective. He smiled seeing Porchay stretched like a cat, and he remembered that Harry and Potter, his two cats, had spent the night alone.

"I need a shower.." Porchay muttered, but he was already falling asleep.

Kimhan smiled, he placed an affectionate kiss on Chay's forehead, before getting up, taking a shower, getting dressed and slipping into the living room, where his father was having coffee. It was still early, Tankhun must be sleeping somewhere, and Kim decided to have a coffee too, despite wanting to avoid his father.

"Hello, Kim, did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Pa." he sipped his coffee, then looked around for the guards, and set his sights on Anon. He motioned for him to approach, and the slender-looking but fairly intelligent young guard approached.

"Pa, I was thinking of asking Anon for his services, can I?"

"Of course."

Kimhan looked at the bodyguard with his usual coldness, then he crossed his arms, and threw the keys to his apartment on the table:

"Anon. Go to my apartment, change the litter for my cats and feed them. Harry likes cuddles but beware of Potter, he bites. If you don't see him, he's hiding in the cupboard. I have to go to class today."

Anon stared at his flabbergasted young master, but he quickly pulled himself together, grabbed the keys and stood up straight.

"Yes sir !"

Kimhan nodded to his father, and he stood up before putting his hands in his pockets.

"A contract for peace huh? I thought it was called a treaty...But a treaty requires compromise, and you would never agree to that, would you, Pa?"

Korn smiled, his son was really insightful. He nodded slowly, before leaning his head towards his son, his eyes shone with a strange light:

"But I'm doing this for you, my son. Aren't you happy?"

Kimhan's jaw twitched, he looked away and started to walk away. Khun Korn was a smart fox.
     This contract absolutely does not represent a desire for peace for this damn family. It was a test. A test to see if Kimhan was able to establish his authority upon his family. It was like during a game of chess, his father had placed the queen next to the king. And now the king had to prove himself to the player.

Damn. Kimhan was playing in his father game and he hated it. But his father didn't realise one thing : having Porchay by his side made him stronger than ever.

He walked along the corridor to return to the room he occasionally occupied, and met Tankhun. The latter slept in a strange position, his head in a jar, and his body under a carpet....

"Tankhun?" Kim tried to wake him up, but he was snoring.

He looked around for Arm and Pol... But they had disappeared. Great, an excellent morning eh... He took care of his big brother, before finally returning to his room, this time they were late for class.

"Chay??? Get up, we need to go..oh."

Fortunately, the latter was curled up under the duvet, already in uniform, playing on his console. He had also drunk a bottle of water and smelled good so he already took a shower. Kim motioned for him to eat something also and he drove them to college right after.

"Are you OK ?" Kimhan asked when Porchay grumbled out of the car.

"Oh shut up..." replied dryly the young man whose buttocks hurt him. He grimaced and turned to Kimhan with a small smile. "I gained an hour of sleep thanks to this situation hehe..."

Kim was speechless for a moment. This little demon... He burst out laughing, something he hadn't done for a long time. He didn't know why but Porchay always knew how to improve his mood. The young man started walking happily towards his locker, they both had practice.

"And now ?" Porchay asked him, putting on his jersey. "What has dear Pa Theerapanyakul planned?"

Kimhan arched an eyebrow. He had no specific idea. But one thing was sure, nothing good... He put on his shoes, and glared at the football coach, who immediately ran away from him to the other side of the stadium under Porchay's triumphant gaze.

"Hehe I guess it's my privilege since I have a scary mafia boyfriend."

Kim stopped breathing for a second, he turned his gaze to Chay, but the latter had already gone running with his friends.

......"Boyfriend"....Porchay saw them that way then. Very good. That suited Kimhan.

"Hey, hey man, are you better with your beloved little nong!?" laughed Mek.

Kimhan nodded, his gaze kept falling on a certain soccer player with a blue jersey.

Mek laughed at him for the whole hour, but when sport training was over, he left to join another class.

"Argh..." Porchay sat down on a bench in the locker room, he was already super tired and his body ached.

He did not immediately notice the presence of the coach, and when he turned around he jumped, before realizing that there were only two of them.

"Um.." the coach cleared his throat. He seemed to be judging  him with his accusing gaze and grimaced. "So now you've become the basketball captain's whore? Do you think you can shame the football team like this? Without consequence?"

Despite his kind nature, Porchay crossed his arms, he sighed and gave his coach a mischievous look. He didn't want to be respectful towards that freaking bastard:

"Oh? Really? That's weird, I thought the last time P'Kim scared the hell of you...I must have been dreaming..."

"You little prick." hissed the coach raising his hand.

But Porchay got up and took a step forward, his face tense, an expression of defiance. He articulated each word fiercely:

"Go ahead... If you dare. I'm not a whore. I'm the mafia here."

Very pleased to see the coach's face go pale, Porchay chuckled as he grabbed his uniform jacket and strode out of the locker room proudly.
His first battle against one of his enemies had finally been won.

The war with Khun Korn could begin.