Todos los capítulos de My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

ETHAN ~Some actions could change your whole life, but I didn't know if mine was for the better~ I panicked. With this grown up man licking my cheeks, adrenaline shot through my system. Pushing him off me, I grabbed a small vase resting my the side of my bed and pointed at it. “Come close to me once more and you'll get it.” Patiently, I watched the young man, expecting him to snap out of it and start blurting out whatever the shit just occured, but he just stared back at me. He didn't flinch, didn't try to cover up his naked self, he just gazed at me with innocent curiosity. “Master.” He repeated again, his voice hoarse and oddly submissive. I'd pretended not to hear it earlier, but right now, I couldn't take it anymore. Dropping the vase with a sharp sound, I turned to him. “Don't fucking call me that.” “Master.” He repeated again—I had to wonder if that was the only word he knew. I shook my head and took a step towards him. “I. Said. Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That.” T

ETHAN ~Some boundaries are made to be broken, I just didn't know mine would be the first to fall~I woke up in Killan's arms, but he was wrapped around me like a blanket, his breath warm against my neck. The fact his arms felt like home made me feel strange, uncomfortable—such a shitty feeling I needed to trash. I tried to push Killan off my body, but he was ridiculously strong even while asleep. He was so heavy, I feared he'd crush me with his body. “Killan.” I snapped, pushing his arm off my waist. “Killan, let go!” Killan made small noises and snuggled even closer. I was so pissed, I wanted to rush out and scream. I was completely frustrated. Killan would definitely be the death of me. After what seemed like hours, Killan finally let go, but I was glaring hard at him as he blinked at me innocently. He always acted innocent regardless of whatever he did. If he was an actor, he'd definitely get an Oscar for this performance. Bravo. I almost felt like clapping m

ETHAN ~Sometimes, the truth you've always known could be a lie all along~ “Dear master, I'm on heat, and the only way I'll feel better is by pinning you beneath me.” His deep baritone voice lingered in my ears like black smoke. Even as I stepped into college after skipping classes for a whole week, It still haunted me. I'd always hated walking through the busy hallway. Now, I could literally feel some curious eyes burning holes into my back, making my skin prickle with unease. I was the odd one. The lean guy who was always stuck with his books. The golden student. The one who never skipped a single class, but I broke my records now, didn't I? He fucking made me do it. Their curious glances made me bump into some tall shit. He shot me a ‘watch it' look and I shrugged, mouthing an apology as I headed straight for my first class on the list. Suddenly, my body was squashed like some tomato stacked with a few others. Ladies began pushing me, eager to rush over to the fr

ETHAN'S POV~I met him again—the young boy that found comfort in darkness instead of being afraid of it~“Who on earth does he think he is to order me around?” I huffed, plugging my earbuds in as I strolled down the empty streets. Did he think I was some helpless guy who couldn’t fight for himself? Or a damsel in distress, clinging to cryptic messages from some strange guy calling me “Master?” I had just finished my shift at St. Travis’s restaurant.It was almost midnight, no taxis in sight, so I kept walking, letting ‘Just My Type by The Vamps’ blast through my ears. The beat always calmed my nerves during frustrating times like these. To get home faster, I took a shortcut through an alley, but the moment I turned the corner, three men blocked my path. My steps slowed as I yanked my earbuds out and shoved them into my pocket.“Excuse me,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “You’re in my way.”“That was intentional.” The leanest of the three crossed his arms. The dim alleyway barely le

ETHAN ~Sometimes, pain doesn't bleed. It stays quiet, eats you up slowly until you can't hold it in no more~ “What little secret?“ My jaw clenched, rage surging through my veins as my pulse raced. Sometimes, I wondered what I'd done to deserve friends who shattered the word 'trust' like it never really mattered. Jamie and I had been through the worst together, been through hell even. Once, we skipped prom to sit on a cold hospital floor, waiting for his sick mom to wake up. He took punches for me in highschool and me? I took the fall for him in college every fucking time. He'd apologize, say it was a mistake, but I knew my best friend was slowly slipping. He was the first person who ever said he loved me like family, but now, he made me realize that the word 'brother' never really mattered. He hurt me. And hell, it hurt more than a thousand stitches on my dick. Jamie smirked, his eyes ridiculously dark. He once told me we'd be friends for life, join our children together