No Longer Freedom

8. Well fuck...

Paul's POV

"What is his problem? like- always In front of everyone. It's so annoying. We have talked about that so many times. Why won't he just believe me? Or is it just fun?" I hissed after the bathroom door shut. "What was I supposed to do in the first place?" I raised my thick eyebrows when my eyes scanned the raw dark wooden kitchen counter. Among the empty dishes and dirty cups there was the note I wrote before about Tom's measurements. "Sewing...What else?" Rolling my eyes I picked up the coffee brown paper and leaned to the wall.

"Black and blue...Maybe something white and purple details too. Nothing too shiny, it might backlash in action. A lot of pockets but not too tight...His scales are not flexible and he had an athletic body before so he should use that as soon as he gets it back. The long pointy elbow spikes might be a problem though... I have to make at least two holes to the back of the coat so he could move his wings freely. But the huge tail, what am I going to do with it? Maybe a hole too? Or a covering belt." I spoke out my thoughts. Designing Tom's clothes was difficult but not impossible. It would just take more materials and creative thinking. Perhaps, a smoke would help me with this. I let out a sigh while I started to look for my smokes.

"You've been smoking more often, you know that's bad for you." Unexpected man's voice said worryingly. I raised my lashes towards him and his clearly disappointed look revealed his sadness and care towards my health. It made me feel guilty so I had to put the smoke down before I even managed to light it up. "It's just a bad habit. What about Tom? Did he enjoy the water?" Quickly changed the topic as I walked closer to Patryk. "Why can't you just stop for once in your life?" He looked straight to my stoned soul. Patryk's eyes drowned in mine as he opened his arms and stepped closer to me. "Come here my little hunter...Let me numb the pain for you. Whatever it is, you can always bury your face against my chest." He continued as he got closer. His words sounded so comforting but at the same time it felt like he was stabbing at my neck. I swallowed the pain away and turned my head to the other direction. "I know...That's the reason why I whisper my worries to the smoke... Otherwise you would be overwhelmed." I stayed strong. "Don't say stuff like that. You know that I'm jealous of those paper cylinders when they can touch your lips but I can't." He suggested smoothly. His sudden act surprised me a bit. How could he say something like that in a time like this. Is he insane or just doesn't he have any shame?

"You are a fool... You know our rules. If you break them again and we will get caught, both of us are dead." I hid my blush behind my crusty hand as I tested his will with my now glassened eyes. "But if we continue like this it's going to be the end of us too. I die everyday, piece by piece. When I walk past you, the temptation gets harder to resist every time and it hurts me!" Patryk whined desperately. "Paul, you have to listen to me for once. We must get help for Tord, I know, but what about us? You promised me this would be just temporary but now we've been here for 3 years. He was our final chance to get the money we needed! But now that's gone too. KOTLO will fall into a depression because of the inflation we have." Patryk's voice started to crack and shake as he dashed towards me. As I jolted up my eyes widened once again. I crossed my arms in front of me and raised them to protect myself from sudden attack.

Patryk took a grip of my upper waist as he pushed me against the wall. Staring at myself from his suffering eyes, I felt crashing pressure from my repressed heart. Even though I had more mass than him, I was frightened, but only for maybe two seconds until I realized Patryk wasn't about to attack. He would never do that. Instead of that he hugged me tightly as he buried his teary eyes to my neck. "I'm just so tired of waiting." He slurred with his hurt voice. "You are not the only one." I whined. My right hand reached Patryk's dark chocolate hair by rubbing them as I leaned closer to him. Rubbing his soft but messy hair seemed to calm us both down. "I do what I have to do. For us. This is for our best. " I spoke calmly but Patryk only seemed to get sadder.

His hot breathing tickled my neck as I watched him closely. "Our best?" He paused. "This is not our best. We are just watching how our sparkles are growing into a flame. It's not wise to hide it in the woods, is it?" Patryk sighed. "It's not but It's not wise to pour gasoline on top of the firepit. It will escalate to a wildfire. That means it will lure people over." I complained.

Partyk really knew what words he should use when he was arguing with me but that didn't change the fact that both of us wanted the same things, but the other one is thinking with his pure heart, and the other one is making the decisions logically. That's why I want to be in control of those kinds of stuff. The heart would feel the pain worse. I just want to protect him. Still, I failed.

Then, I felt soft and warm lips pressing against my neck and jawline. I gasped lightly and pushed Patryk slightly behind. "Stop...He is still in our house. We don't know how long he will be here. Remember the first rule?" I mumbled anxiously. My heart felt like it would run out of my chest in any second. The fear of getting caught was too much for my body. "I know...but...Just a little bit?" He suggested with a begging tone. It made me feel bad for both of us.

"I'm sorry... but no. This has happened two times before already. I know already that if you get the so-called little bit you won't be able to stop...Remember what happened last time? We almost got caught because of you." I hissed. The memory of another soldier walking past of us when we were just about to kiss got my heart running even faster. "But wasn't it worth it?" Patryk joked while he slided his right hand to my right cheek. "Always...But we have work to do as well. We can talk about this when Tom is not in our house. I have to do his jacket and stuff-" I froze.

Two black voids and glowing light blue horns watched at us from behind the corner. Oh no... "Turn around, now..." I whispered. "What?" Patryk let go of me as he turned around to face a confused looking Tom. "Well fuck..." He whined as he stepped back. "This is not what it looks like!" He trembled while he stepped towards Tom. "That's bullshit. I knew there was something going on." Tom rolled his eyes. "You have secrets too." His mouth twisted into a playful smile. "What if we made another deal? You two are going to tell me what's really going on that also includes your history and what are your goals. If you do that I will keep my mouth shut about this and play along." Tom giggled with derisions. He truly has learned how to play this game. It was scary how quickly he managed to learn our ways and manners just by listening to how Tord, Patryk and I did it.

Yeah this chapter was supposed to be ready a week ago but I was struggling  with school and my job soooo that's why I'm going to publish two chapters today. I might not be able to write next week so I can't promise a new chapter. It depends on my mood to write. I hope u guys understand and keep supporting and commenting on my works. Love u !

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