We’re separated by walls. Concrete ones. Emotional ones too—but it’s the vents that really get on my nerves.
What’s really annoying, truly irritating is this system?
I am trapped in a room, near Luther, with a small ventilation gap that only allows our pheromones to co in.
He can’t hear , but I can hear him perfectly.
When I’ve sacrificed my second gender, I didn’t think it would be for crumbs like this.
I am about to turn into an oga and I can even look at the one I am doing this for?
Unfair.
Outrageous.
Literal hell.
Emiliano proposed the idea of switching. It was the only way he agreed to let see Luther.
And I did see him.
For a total of four hours. He was unconscious for 3 hours and 40 minutes.
He was focused on Emiliano for 10 minutes.
I’ve sold myself for 10 minutes with Luther.
The room Emiliano set in differs from Luther’s.
His was clean.
Padded.
Pure white.
Mine seems more of a torture chamber.
Invaded by the scent of decaying wood and black mold, with a mattress thrown on a stone floor, it was showing exactly what place Emiliano thought I belonged to.
With the rats.
With the cockroaches.
I was nothing but an invasive nuisance to be exterminated.
And yet—I endured. Just to see him again.
I can hear them speaking throughout the vents.
Luther must have caught Stockholm Syndro in the week he spent with Emiliano.
They are too relaxed.
Too comfortable.
Too much like an old married couple.
And that just rubs the wrong way.
" Why did you bring him into this?"
"I didn’t think you would actually prefer to be alone with . But I guess I should have known better- given what happened last ti."
"It ant nothing. You probably laced my food."
"You know the truth, Luther. You wanted . No matter if I cut you open, drugged you, starved you or showed you what I like to do to your kind. At the slightest crumb of affection, you were about to open more than your heart for ."
"Keep telling yourself that story."
"Why did you kiss then?"
That’s what I wanna know too.
I gave up my job, my family, my future—for what? For a glance?
And he was about to get down and dirty his kidnapper.
Emiliano ended his call before Luther had the chance to explain.
A mont of silence took over.
"Why did you kiss him?"
"Killian? You can hear ?"
"Clear as day."
"Huh?"
The fact that I need to yell, makes feel even more pathetic than I already felt.
"I can hear you, Luther. Now answer the question."
A pause.
It must have been a two-three seconds mont of silence, yet for seed like an eternity.
Did he not hear ?
Ugh, this is so humiliating.
"I don’t know. I-"
He took a mont to steady his shaky breath.
"I kissed you too. My kissing doesn’t an all that."
"It ant sothing to ."
He laughed. It sounded more like a guttural sob.
"It did not. When I first t you, you slled like you were advertising for a garden. We t three tis in total: one on the arranged date my father made go to, one in the lobby of the hotel when you saw with Claus and when you- you helped out with your aunt’s blackmail."
"What about the eting in your hotel room?"
"You and Claus were drunk out of your mind, fighting over . Pathetic. One disappeared for over a decade and you- you saw just one ti."
"And yet, the next ti we saw each other, you kissed ."
"As a thank you."
"Did you kiss Emiliano as a thank you too?"
Nothing.
Silence.
F—k, I am destroying everything even more.
I need to get a grip.
"Our kiss was nice."
"Too sloppy."
"Oh, do I get a bad review?"
"Totally. The number one player, Killian Akna, is a sloppy kisser with no skill."
"Ouch"
"Maybe if you didn’t only kiss weeds that are paid to fake enjoynt, you would actually learn."
"You’re not a weed. Teach ."
"Hah, sure."
"I am serious"
"How am I supposed to do it through a bricked wall? And who says I wanna kiss you?"
"Talk through it."
"That’s cringe. Even for you. How do you get laid if your flirting is that pathetic."
Well, isn’t he a sweetheart?
Of course. The one person who makes feel like I’m bleeding out in slow motion—and I get aroused.
I need therapy.
Or a lobotomy.
"Luther, I am serious. It’s not like you have anything better to do."
"So I should just have vent dirty talk with you?"
"I would call it community service."
A laugh.
I feel like my pants are getting slowly tighter and tighter.
His breath is shattered by the laughter. And I am way too into it.
"So kiss "
The words left my mouth too breathy.
Too shaky.
Too excited.
"Well, I-I would take it slow. If I had you in front of , I wouldn’t just conquer you."
"Like you could."
"The river of saliva you let out last ti was a great demotivation, that’s for sure"
"Fair point. Continue"
"I would maybe tuck your hair behind your ear. Let my hand down your neck, press my thumb on your Adam’s apple."
"Aggressive."
"Tactical. I would tilt your chin down. Look you in the eyes before getting close. Enjoy the sound of your rapid heartbeat and shaky breath before pressing my lips onto yours."
"Slow?"
"Deadly slow. Barely a peck before licking your lips."
"You like being in control, huh?"
"Soone’s gotta do it and you’re bad at it."
"Am I?"
"The worst."
He’s enjoying himself.
Teasing , testing .
"So all that teasing for just a peck?"
"Soone is hungry."
"You have no idea"
I hear him gulp.
If Emiliano wouldn’t be watching, I would rip open that vent and get to him.
But all I can do is occupy with myself.
No matter how humiliating it is.
After all, I am not a voyeur and more so for Sanchez.
" I would part your lips by hitting the lower one down. Hard. Maybe until you bleed a little."
"Talk about hunger"
"Well, take it or lose it, Akna"
"You know I’d take it anyti, Wilkers"
"As you would let out a shaky breath or a soft moan, I’d catch your tongue. Insistent. Attentive. Slow."
I want to have him so much right now.
I feel myself ticking for him. Aching. Searching for relief.
"That’s all you got?"
I tease him.
Continue
I beg you, please, continue.
"Well, isn’t this interesting?"
Emiliano?
No.
No.
No.
Not now.
"I let you two alone for a bit and you raise my expectations. One in rut, one fainted."
Luther fainted?
But-
When?
"Congratulations, Akna. You just started to wither Luther’s flower."
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