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Gun to Head
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2026-03-17 15:25:34
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TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Bloody
ZENYA'S POVThe front door slammed like a fucking gunshot.I didn’t even flinch. Just stared at the laptop screen a second longer before sighing and slamming it shut. The sound echoed louder than it should have in the quiet house. I tossed it onto the bed without care, dragged my hand up my face and through my hair, and stood there for a moment, dead still, like if I moved too fast something inside me might rupture.Jeremy was spiraling. Seth was spiraling. Miguel was a goddamn wreck upstairs pretending to sleep but probably chewing his cheek raw with guilt. And me? I was somewhere between a saint and a fucking devil, caught in the purgatory of loving people who broke everything they touched—myself included.Benito was getting better.That should have been good news. Should have made me feel lighter. But it didn’t. Because if he got better and then something else happened, if he slipped again, if he started coughing blood again or couldn’t walk or collapsed in the garden—it meant one
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Make me your lover
JEREMY'S POV.I couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t fucking think straight.I paced the hall like something rabid, chewing the inside of my cheek raw, my nails digging into the meat of my palm. My phone buzzed again—group chat lighting up with some dumb meme Miguel sent two hours ago like the whole world wasn’t crumbling beneath our feet. I didn’t respond.Not to that.Not to anything. Because what the hell was there to say?My brain kept spinning back—rewinding and rewatching—those thirty goddamn seconds by the car. Miguel leaning back against the hood, all smug and casual, puffing on a cigarette like he hadn’t just ruined everything. Like Seth’s bruises were a love note and not a warning sign. Like none of it mattered.And Seth?Seth, who’d looked at Miguel like he still wanted him. Like he still wanted him after everything. After Byron. After the fights. After the violence. After the tears. Like Miguel’s chaos still made sense to him. Like Miguel still had a place in that too-soft, too-f
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) His favorite addiction
SETHS POV I fucked up.I fucking—no, royally —fucked up. I could taste it, bile-thick and bitter. My chest was splitting open with it, my throat hot and raw from the sting of it.Byron saw.He fucking saw.And now I was sprinting across the rink like a man whose entire goddamn world had just collapsed in slow motion—because it had. Because I saw that look on his face when Miguel turned, smirking like a smug little devil, like he knew what he’d done, and I let him do it. I let him touch me, tease me, get under my fucking skin in that godforsaken locker room like we hadn’t burned down everything we ever had.And Byron saw.He didn’t even flinch when I reached him. Didn’t blink. Just turned that sharp, cold edge on me. The same tone he used when a player missed a shot on purpose. When discipline wasn’t just needed—it was expected.“Do we have any issues here, Mr. Seth Mallory?”Fuck. That voice. Byron didn’t sound hurt. Didn’t sound sad. He sounded like a coach . A man who didn’
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) sick fucked up things
MIGUEL’S POVThe sun wasn’t even fully up and already I wanted to gouge my own fucking eyes out.Seth hadn’t said a single word to me all night.Not a sigh. Not a grunt. Not even the usual under-his-breath insults he muttered when we were barely tolerating each other. Just silence. Cold, dry silence. Like I didn’t exist anymore. Like whatever we had—whatever the hell we’d ruined—had been tossed in the bin next to our bloodstained history and torched without ceremony.We got dressed without speaking. Him pulling on his hoodie with the same tight jaw he always wore when he was pissed, me yanking on my shirt like I could tear the night off my skin. I wanted to say something. I did. But every time I looked at him, his expression dared me to try.By the time we stepped out into the hallway, I could feel the weight of the morning like sludge on my back. And then—of fucking course—Jeremy appeared, all bright-eyed and suspiciously smug, with that lazy grin he wore like it hadn’t been hell aro
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) You want me
JEREMYS POV.My throat was dry as fuck. Not like “oh I need water” dry—nah, this was full-on choking-on-sawdust, lungs-can’t-work kind of dry. Like my chest forgot how to breathe, like the air around me went too heavy too fast.Because he was here. Standing right there.Fucking Zenya.Not a dream. Not a hallucination. Not one of those fever memories I jerked off to when I was drunk and stupid and lonely at 3AM. Here. Flesh and blood and soaked in rain. Cold as fuck. Not meeting my goddamn eyes. Not even giving me a glance.I hated that.I fucking hated that.And then he just—he didn’t even speak to me. Didn’t even look my way. He was focused on Miguel, like always. Like everything started and ended with that stupid fucker.“We’re going home,” Zenya said flat like death.And I swear to god, my stomach curled . Like something inside me actually retched at those words. Like I’d just swallowed a dead rat and it wanted back out.I stepped in front of him without thinking. “The fuck h
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Hurt like a bitch
SETHS POV.I woke up too warm.Not the kind of warm you pull a blanket over your shoulders for. Not the kind you roll into with a groan and stretch like you deserve the extra sleep. I didn’t move. Just blinked slowly into the soft, golden haze leaking through the blinds. Everything smelled like sex and skin and Miguel—his cologne rubbed raw against my neck, his breath soft on my shoulder. I felt his arm draped over my waist like a fuckin' vice. Possessive. Heavy. Comforting. Like he was still afraid I’d vanish if he let go.And maybe he was right.I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think, trying not to think. But I could still feel it. Byron. The way his hands felt on my hips. The way his mouth moved when he said my name. The sharp flicker of pride in his eyes when he told me he’d spoken to the investors. Said I had something real. That rawness. That drive."I've seen kids burn out," he'd said. "But you... you've got hunger. I can work with that."I’d been high off it. High off
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) I planned it all
SETH'S POVI was the prey. I had always been the prey for him to hunt, for him to stalk… for him to possess. And he? Miguel had been the predator from the very beginning of our fucked-up encounter… and why?Why hadn’t I noticed this since? Why did I fucking slip? Why had I not seen who he really wa
Last Updated : 2026-03-25TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Damn near Ruined
SETH’S POVI woke up with my face shoved deep into Miguel’s neck, our legs twisted, my cock still half-hard against his thigh, and his arm locked around my waist like a goddamn shackle.And just like always, it was all fucking good… too good.Too easy to fall into.I shut my eyes again, then opened
Last Updated : 2026-03-26TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Murder the man I love
The air in the rink was cold as hell, but it didn’t matter. Seth's mouth was hot on mine.It started the second I slammed the locker room door shut. No words. Just hands. Teeth. I grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulled him into me like I was starved and he was the last fucking breath I’d ever tak
Last Updated : 2026-03-28TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Zenya, I’ll be your good boy
SETHI woke up pissed. Not groggy, not tired—just fucking pissed.Jeremy didn’t come back to his room last night. I heard him laugh. I heard them laugh.I sat in bed like a goddamn loser, staring up at the ceiling, gripping the pillow so hard it damn near tore. And every time I closed my eyes, I
Last Updated : 2026-03-27
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