Semua Bab Bite, Bleed, Bow (MxM): Bab 91 - Bab 96

The town’s boxing gym smells like sweat and despair all at once. Kieran can’t help but wrinkle his nose as he grabs a pair of boxing gloves at the side and turns to Seth, who sports a bored expression, staring back at Kieran with an impassive face that irks Kieran more than he likes to admit. He hates the fact that he can’t read the silver-haired male. He tosses the gloves at him.“Get those on.”Seth blinks as he catches the gloves before they hit his chest, then he tilts his head; his silver hair falls over his eye. Kieran painfully realizes that his hair has overgrown in just a couple of days. “What do you want, Kieran?”Kieran doesn’t like the way his heart skips a beat at the sound of his own name coming out of those lips, as if he’s the only one meant to call it, sounding so perfect it’s uncanny. Kieran gulps the lump in his throat and clears his throat. “What do you think? Training doesn’t stop because we’re in human territory. I thought coming to a human boxing center could he

They don’t return to the guest house and the rain pours heavier, refusing to stop. Seth and Kieran find themselves in an abandoned house a few walks from the bar, both of them soaked to the bone as their clothes and hair cling to their skin.Kieran finds a lamp at the side, turning it on and brightening the cold and hollow space. “I think we should be fine here before the rains stop,” he mutters as he looks around the living room of the house—it’s empty, save for the long couch at the center of the room covered with a white cloth and a TV at the front also covered. He looks at Seth to find the silver-haired male slipping off his hood, exposing his naked torso, toned stomach, and chest.Kieran’s gaze lingers. He doesn’t mean to, but he doesn’t look away either; his skin fucking glistens. Images of what they did at the alley are still fresh in his mind, and his tent in his pants is dropping, but he can still feel an ache that shouldn’t be there.Kieran finally tears his gaze away, feeli

Kieran tries not to walk with a limp, tries not to make it obvious that he has been taking it from the back and fucked to oblivion as he and Seth enter the guest house. He hisses and curses under his breath, regretting every action he has taken in the past twenty-four hours.“Where have you two been?”Kieran lifts his head at the sound of the voice. He finds Lena and Cassian standing there with their arms crossed over their chests, their gazes judging yet calculating as they look from him to Seth, who stands with his hoodie over his head and his hands shoved into his pockets, as if nothing happened. It’s Kieran who gets to suffer whatever shit they did.“Are you walking with a limp?” Cassissan points out with a tilt of his head, staring at Kieran with a clenched jaw and a look in his eyes.Like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar, Kieran stands straighter and clears his throat. “Y-yeah, the mayor had asked a favor at his bar. Humans are quite unpredictable, you see.” The lie s