Sotus: Hiraeth [Complete]

3.Addicted

Kong

" Ai Kong ,what the fuck? Who's the bastard that did this? " Sook was enraged seeing Kong's neck painted with hickeys, there were faint finger marks on his hand and throat. It was too faint to notice still it didn't escaped from Sook's hawk eye.

" No one. Did you bring the ointment I asked?"

Sook didn't reply but flung the sheet covering Kong's torso " Who the fuck? Were you...." Sook didn't complete, he just couldn't.
Kong was calm, unfazed " No, nothing like that. "

" Then do tell me why did you look like you were bitten by a rabid dog ? "

" Because I went a bit wild last night with my partner."

"And where is this said partner you asked ointment for?"

" I asked that for myself."

"....!.." They both knew Kong was never on a recieving end till now. Sook was surprised and amazed seeingthat Kong did actually bottomed for someone.

Kong didn't know why he did that for Arthit. He had every intention to refuse at first but seeing those eyes - he was disarmed in a second. He didn't know why he found them sad, hiding a sea of pain, he found those eyes windows to the broken soul of its owner - Kongpob wanted to collect every piece and cherish them till end of time.
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Arthit

It has been eight hours since Arthit marched out of Kong's apartment at first light of the dawn after indulging in his whimsical desire. After taking his own pleasure he left the man -used and discarded just like one throws away a tissue after use. He had left him just like someone did to him all those years ago. He is no better than that person. He is a beast that people should stay far away from - especially guys like Kongpob.

Arthit didn't know whether Kongpob is an idiot or a gentleman. He had felt someone practically boring a hole through his back, Arthit had turned back instinctively to see Kongpob staring at him - nonstop. What irked Arthit was no lust or desire in those eyes. He felt unwanted, that's why Arthit winked at him, throwing him a seductive look with a hint of his tongue tracing his lip- just for a second, enough to look inviting but not vulgar.

He was escastic when Kongpob too got charmed by his moves, he followed Kong home. Things were just heating up when Kong stopped him. ' Drunken consent is not a consent' he had said. Arthit laughed- a laugh devoid of humor, a laugh as cold as soul of the owner of voice. Drunken consent is not a consent - why didn't anyone told him that when he was throwing away his life in the name of love.

No one told him that when he laid in his bed alone in those cold nights - waiting for a simple caress that would tell the tales of care other person had for him. All he got was love that he now shared with the world every night. Somehow he was free - he enjoyed his freedom now. He remembered those words once told to him " you are only mine, I'll not let anyone look at you because I love you" Arthit laughed - full laugh - only if he could see now.

He was shocked to wake up clothed beside Kongpob. It was first time Arthit woke up clothed in someone else's bed- guess there's first for everything. After that it became routine Kongpob would sit at far corner of bar watching his antics. He watched Arthit trap people with honey of his voice, silk of his gaze - he watched till Arthit made a leeway to exit with a faceless body on his arm and bang! he would know what to say to make his guest for the night run away. It did not bothered Arthit, what bothered him were those eyes devoid of lust and pity - two major emotions that people generally feel for him.

He was irked seeing lack of reaction Kong had even when he wrapped his barely covered body around the younger male as a boa wrap himself around a tree -oh ! sometimes there is a reaction proudly staring back at him but to Arthit's dismay credit goes to mother nature for that .

One month passed playing cat and mouse , he even shamelessly tried to deduce the doctor just for the sake of reassurance of his own sensuality - but there was once again the problem of drunken consent.

Arthit didn't like that Kong always made him breakfast in the mornings like you would do for a guest or ...your lover. There were always sticky notes placed in his range of vision with simple lines like ' breakfast is in fridge' or ' will return soon' or ' have a nice day!' . He There was a time Arthit wanted all this but now he hated all this with passion, hated this tanned six foot piece of meat that he was denied everyday.

With each denial the beast in him got challenged more and more. He enjoyed the eyes on him - watching him every night - he enjoyed attention of the man that tried to be his saving grace each time.

Even after Arthit had warned him to stay away, Kongpob came every night - without missing. The beast in him enjoyed the caress from those eyes glued to his back so the day Kongpob didn't came he sought after him.

Arthit remembered the taste of body that was writhing underneath him last night - to him taste of Kongpob felt like dark chocolate - distinct, rich and addictive and the beast in him loved that a lot. At the same time what difference was between Arthit and that man if he was inherently doing same thing.

His whole person was at war - a part of his mind drowned itself in guilt and shame- the part that belonged to oon the 17 year old naive boy. He didn't prepare Kong, he wasn't gentle, Kong didn't knew it wasn't supposed to be like that, he should ease himself in to it days before full penetration. Who would know it better than himself ?
Other part him liked the fact that he touched a part that never belonged to any other person. He was first to show Kong pleasures of being underneath - on recieving end. Remembering the pliant body underneath him particular part of his body got excited. Kong wasn't submissive - not even by long shot, Arthit still remembers how Kong flipped him down in a second. Arthit liked that. He had a single taste and he already felt addictive. Kongpob Suthiluck should not have crossed path with him !

Arthit watched the reflection of himself in the mirror- to him it looked hideous. Gone were those innocent eyes of a 17 year old who came in the Showbiz in hope of improving his life. Gone was the carefree smile that the 17 year old boy used to adorn his face with, gone were the inherent trust and honesty shining in his eyes, sincerity dripping from his word. Gone was the Oon people knew.

He was The Arthit Rojanapat now- scorching like a sun. Now his eyes shined with mischief, coloured with distrust - aware of the ways of world. Now his lips spoke the tongue of money, honey dripping from every word. He was a walking bee trap now. A predator hidden in skin of prey.
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