Captive

Chapter 17

Hidden Cravings

Morning light filtered through the curtains of Jeff's room, casting a soft glow across the bed. Jeff stirred, the sheets tangled around him, memories of the previous night vivid in his mind. His fingers brushed over the marks on his skin, remnants of moments that felt both wrong and irresistible.

Jeff knew he should be conflicted. His rational mind told him this was all wrong-he was a captive, a pawn in a power struggle. Yet, there was a part of him, deep and unbidden, that craved more of those nights with Bible. The touch, the closeness, the intensity-it was unlike anything he had ever known.

He rose from the bed, stretching. His hand trailed over his chest where the marks had been left. His thoughts were a whirlwind, emotions he couldn't quite understand or suppress swirling within him.

Meanwhile, Bible sat in his study, his brothers' voices a distant hum in the background. They were discussing their next moves, strategies to keep the upper hand. But Bible's mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the previous night. His focus drifted away from the tactical discussions, consumed by the thought of Jeff-the feel of his skin, the sound of his voice, the intensity of their connection.

One of his brother thong snapped him out of his reverie. "Bible, are you even listening?"

Bible blinked, forcing himself to focus. "Yeah, I'm listening. Just...thinking."

His brother gave him a suspicious look but didn't press further. Bible was restless. An inexplicable craving gnawed at him, a pull he couldn't ignore. It was as if Jeff had become a part of him, something he was addicted to.

Unable to concentrate, Bible rose abruptly, ignoring his brothers' curious glances, and made his way to Jeff's room. The door was slightly ajar, and as he approached, he heard a soft melody. Jeff was singing, his voice carrying a tune that was both haunting and beautiful. Bible paused, listening. The sound stirred something in him, a mix of emotions he wasn't prepared to face.

Pushing the door open, he stepped inside. Jeff's gaze met his, surprise flickering across his features before he masked it with a neutral expression.

"You seem lost," Jeff said quietly, setting aside the book he had been reading.

Bible took a moment, his eyes tracing over Jeff's form, the memory of the previous night still vivid. He felt a familiar pull, a craving he couldn't deny. Ignoring the question, he walked closer, his presence imposing but his eyes revealing the turmoil within.

"I heard you singing," Bible said, his voice steady but with an edge that hinted at the emotions he was trying to keep in check.

Jeff shrugged, trying to maintain a casual demeanor. "Just passing the time."

Bible's eyes darkened, a flicker of something intense passing through them. He was drawn to Jeff, a magnetism he couldn't explain, and it frustrated him to no end. Without another word, he moved closer, his gaze locked on Jeff's.

Before Jeff could react, Bible leaned in and captured his lips in a hard, urgent kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the unspoken tension, the need that neither of them wanted to admit. Jeff's initial surprise melted into a response, his hands gripping Bible's shirt as he kissed him back, matching the intensity.

When Bible finally pulled away, his breath ragged, he looked into Jeff's eyes, searching for something he couldn't quite name. Jeff's chest heaved, his own confusion mirrored in his gaze.

"What was that for?" Jeff asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, a mix of defiance and curiosity.

Bible's eyes burned with a mix of frustration and desire. "I'm addicted to you," he said, the admission sounding both like a confession and a challenge.

A tension-filled silence enveloped them. Jeff took a deep breath, his mind racing. "You know this isn't right," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Bible ran a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting Jeff's eyes again. "I know," he said quietly. "But I can't seem to stop myself."

Jeff's hand reached out, gripping Bible's arm, his eyes searching Bible's face for answers. "What are we?" he asked, the question hanging in the air between them, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Bible turned back, his expression conflicted. "We're...complicated," he finally said, the word carrying a weight of unspoken emotions. "More than enemies, less than... anything clear."

Jeff held his gaze, the silence stretching as they both grappled with the reality of their situation. Neither of them had the answers, but the question had been asked, and it lingered between them, demanding to be acknowledged.

With a sigh, Bible gently pulled his arm free from Jeff's grasp. "We'll figure it out," he said softly, more to himself than to Jeff, before turning and leaving the room.

As the door closed behind him, Jeff sank back onto the bed, the echoes of their conversation and the kiss lingering in the quiet room. He knew their relationship was far from simple, but the craving that had taken root in his heart refused to be ignored.

The day passed in a blur for Jeff. His thoughts kept circling back to the unexpected kiss and Bible's cryptic admission. He tried to distract himself but found no solace in the silence of the room.

As evening fell, Jeff stood by the window, the sky outside painted in hues of dusk. He tried to shake off the day's thoughts, focusing instead on the distant sounds of the city. Just as he began to lose himself in the view, he felt strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, pulling him into a firm embrace.

The familiar scent and warmth against his back were unmistakable. "Bible," Jeff whispered, his breath catching in his throat.

Bible's grip tightened slightly, his breath warm against Jeff's neck. "You left before I could say anything," Jeff murmured, leaning into the embrace despite his better judgment. "Why did you come back?"

Bible's voice was a soft rumble against his ear. "I couldn't stay away."

Jeff's heart raced, torn between fear and the undeniable pull he felt toward Bible. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax into the embrace for a fleeting moment. "This doesn't make any sense," he whispered.

"None of this does," Bible replied, his tone low and almost regretful. "But that doesn't change what I feel."

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. Jeff's mind whirled with questions, but he found himself unable to voice them, too caught up in the confusing mix of emotions that Bible's presence stirred in him.

The evening's tranquility wrapped around them, offering a temporary haven from the complexities of their reality. As they stood there, tangled in each other's arms, the world outside their small bubble seemed to fade away, leaving only the strange and fragile connection they were beginning to acknowledge.