Original Sin (MewGulf AU)

🌞Chapter 31🌻

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Every time Gulf moved his sweaty body, the vinyl seat cover squeak. They were in the taxi less than ten minute, but Mew had been tormenting Gulf in the backseat, after first making sure that the driver couldn't see him.

Mew dragged his fingers lightly over Gulf's knee and Gulf's oversensitive body reacted beautifully. But Gulf fought back desperately, refusing to let out a perverted cry in public.

"Did you have too much to drink? You have to watch out for that," the driver said, oblivious to the situation.

"You may be right," Mew answered.

Gulf looked at Mew, tears brimming in his eyes, but the man didn't care. Mew inched his hand up from Gulf's knee to his thigh. Gulf gulped again at the movement of those fingers, but Mew never touched his arousal, which had begun to grow warm with anticipation. Instead, his hand returned to Gulf's knee.

The taxi finally stopped in the basement garage and Gulf followed Mew out of the car. How had that happened? Why Mew had been there? Gulf's doubts were answered by what Mew did next. He took Gulf up to his apartment and led him directly to the bathroom. Mew shoved him, still in his suit, onto the tiles.

"Wait!"

Gulf couldn't stop him. Lukewarm water rained down over his head. Mew ruthlessly forced him to take a shower, his hand resting on the faucet.

"What are you---?"

In an instant, Gulf felt the blood rising to his head in anger.

"Get the smell of that other man off of your skin," Mew said. His words were incredibly detached, but his actions were utterly impassioned. "I want you to throw away any clothes that might have touched him. Take them off."

"If you don't even love me, just leave me alone!"

Mew had already mistreated Gulf with his petty behavior in the taxi, and then he was doing something worse. Gulf screamed at him, letting his emotions control him as his voice echoed strangely in the bathroom. "If all you want is to play with my body, can't you just forget me?"

"Who told you that?" Mew sounded almost surprised. When Gulf hears that, he felt as if he were at the bottom of a pit of misery.

"I've heard enough. I'm tired." Gulf hung his head limply, sitting on the tile floor.

"That's why I don't want you to dally with other men. Did I ignore what you need that much?"

"You and I have no relationship, sir!  Why do you care if I do something with anyone else?"

"You belong to me. It looked like you'd forgotten that, so I went to bring you back."

Gulf sensed not the slightest uncertainty in Mew's arrogant words.

"I'm tired of hearing that. I hate being treated like an object. I hate how violent you are. I'm not a toy. I have a heart. How can I be with you when I know you love someone else?"

Mew stood beside Gulf, looking down at him. He shrugged.

"I don't recall being interested in anyone but you. And I'm not about to hand you over to someone else."

"Despite the fact that you don't even love me?"

"I do love you," Mew replied calmly.

Gulf was sure Mew had given that simplistic answer knowing it would disturb him. "Stop jerking me around! You don't act like you love me!"

If Mew loved him, why did he always make Gulf suffer? Why did he always hurt him? Why didn't he trust Gulf, who needed nothing but Mew?

"How can I answer that? I'm sorry, but you can't expect me to know how you want to be loved. All I can do is what I know."