PitBabe series2

Both of our ideas are compatible with the needs. When we're in bed, it would be good, because if it's like that, we won't break up yet.

 

"Hmm.."

 

If asked how well our two bodies respond to each other, they can answer that I have no words or even any other thoughts in my head. Only the body is alert and excited, waiting to receive and appreciate the ex's touch. There is no indication of a desire to reconcile. At the same time, there is no indication that it will be any less passionate about me. Charlie is getting my heart.

 

How can he be gentle and wild at the same time? I may not find a clear answer. I only know that he is good at making me excited. My heart is pounding, his body trembling, but there is not even a second that I am afraid or disgusted. When he buried his face between my legs, he acted like a little person, modest, ready to serve and believe, listening to my orders. But the scariest thing is when he pampers, the more I feel like I am myself, who is his slave. I have no way to fight, lying on my body, twisting back and forth, and my toes are bent because of excessive excitement. Even though we have been in bed together countless times, if he intends to play with me to the end, I'm out of hope of winning him.

 

Charlie didn't rush at all. As if he planned to play with me all night, there was time to lie down and breathe. I prepared water to sip to quench his thirst. However, for a full meal, it was too much, which I hadn't considered. Even though nothing fell on his stomach, he has been feeling since the morning that the handsome guy with the position of his favourite ex-boyfriend is regarded as delicious food. He will be full until tomorrow; I'm just having him cuddle nearby.

 

My ex-boyfriend spent a reasonable amount of time on foreplay. Of course, before taking each other to bed, he let me have personal time with his body to the fullest. Even though he sneaked in and scratched the door for a while (because he was afraid that I would even shower and brush my teeth again), he empathised with the limitations very well. In addition, he pampered me with a big set as soon as I left the bathroom. Charlie always said that I was the one who had to sacrifice more than anyone else when it came to sex. I didn't think about it that much. Anyway, I received a reward from him that was worth it.

 

"Ah... "Papa", I can't help but beg when he straddles on top, moving his body rhythmically. His tight youth fills me both physically and mentally. I feel like my heart is missing a piece. But I don't want to stop even for a split second. It's a torture that I've always longed for. And even if I'm dead now, I won't regret it.

"Does it hurt?" Charlie always acted as if it were the first time.

 

"This size, do you still think it hurts?" I answered softly, raising my hand to brush Charlie's sweaty hair, and spreading my legs a little wider when I realised this was not enough for the young man. The greedy are satisfied.

 

"In case it hurts, I won't tell you."

"Never hurt at all."

 

"Then that's good.

"Because of Papa Charlie?"

 

If another man were insulted like this, he would be angry until blood appeared on his face or lose confidence until he was exhausted. But Charlie laughed. In addition to not being shaken, Charlie seems to like hearing that. He leaned down and kissed his lips lightly while moving his arm to the spoon under my right knee. Before pressing the body in tatting, slowly but deeply, he leaned back and kissed his lips lightly.

 

"Yes, that's all." He readily accepted my insults. The corners of his mouth raised a smile. He moved and hit so hard that my body jerked uncontrollably.

 

"I hope you don't get bored first."

 

I want to answer something, but now I must save myself first. Alone, just breathing is hard enough work. The body appears to be twisted, taking on a deformed shape. The belly is agitated because a good ex-boyfriend is pressing on unfamiliar points, which I'm not used to. It's like going to heaven. But when it's getting close, it's pushed down again. It's excruciating but too beautiful.

 

"I won't talk to you anymore," Charlie laughed. When I saw that, I opened my mouth, which was open and bent like a shrimp. I put my hand on his lower stomach. I accidentally pushed him away many times because the point where he came to hit was so stimulating that I couldn't react. 

 

"Why push? Do you want me to stop?"

"No... No," I tried to choke his voice to answer him all my life.

"So what's up?" He asked as if he were worried, but he showed no self-control.

 

"It's weird, Papa... Just a moment," until I asked for it.

 

"Okay," Charlie replied with a smile. He bent over and hugged me and kissed my jaw, the end of my chin and neck. He looked pleased with sex this time. I'm not sure what kind of thoughts he was running around in his head. "Don't you like it just now?"

 

"It's not that I don't like it," I replied in a soft voice, breathing normally. Previously, it was like sitting on a roller coaster all the time. "But it... It's a bit too much."

 

"When it's like this, you're good at it."

 

"Oh! I want to know how I feel." Charlie chuckled in his throat. His relaxed attitude impressed me. Just now, I deliberately teased him about the size. Which, believe me, is a sensitive and unbearable matter for almost any man, including me. If he were insulted like that, he would bleed. But Charlie is not like that. He made me see what true confidence is. His confidence is not the courage to tell the world how excellent we are. However, it is clinging and cannot withstand insults. And Charlie is always like that. Others may recognise that he is not very confident because he shows off his goodness or talent very little. (Unless he wants to win or not disturb someone's nerves). The reason is that he doesn't see his value. But on the contrary, he knows how good he is. That's why he never has to make an effort. 

 

And if we discuss what I just said and underestimate him, that is the only empirical evidence that what I said is false. But this matter may help others. I can't prove it. So, I would like to volunteer to be the only representative on the planet who confirms that Charlie is not close to the word "little boy” at all. Otherwise, how can I shed tears? Think about it.

 

"If you don't want it like just now, change your posture," Charlie said flatly. He moved and turned his gaze to look at my body, as if recording every pose. "What do you like to do?"

 

"Hey..." The words that came with such a mocking face were so annoying that I had to lift my foot and kick him gently. Of course, it didn't make him realise it. Charlie pretended. Holding my stomach but still giggling non-stop, "You talk too much"

 

"I've been talking too much for a long time."

 

"Well, do whatever you like. I'll indulge." According to the correct principle, it must be I who speaks embarrassingly. As for him, he has to be shy and instruct me. But this role is switched frequently. In bed, Charlie is usually braver. The front endures like a different person when dominated by emotions. I tried to be courageous and beat him many times, but most of the results were not very impressive.

In the end, I chose not to argue with him to avoid humiliating him. I made a face when I realised I was not very satisfied. But simultaneously, I slowly turned over, lay on my side, and bent my knees slightly, according to familiarity.

 

Charlie would like to tease me. But I don't want to find something to fight over instead of making love. He smiled at me before slowly moving closer, one arm, the spoon under both of my overlapping knees, moving in to give it back to where it used to be and should be. I don't want to say this is my favourite position. Charlie embarrassed me into accepting it, but I can't deny that it makes me feel good when he hugs me like this. Charlie said this posture makes it look like he was holding me in a princess pose. I almost wanted to head the world when I heard that. Because even the pose's name sounds embarrassing, I want to cut off my ears, and in real life, Charlie has never held me like that. (Even if I want to do it, I don't want to be cute in his arms)  

 

"Ah....

 

It's so hard not to make a sound when Charlie takes action without hesitation. In this way, he occasionally tries to build himself up. But looking at the posture, it's probably not what he wanted to do. In the months after we broke up, Charlie probably didn't release as much as he used to. In everyday life, which revolves around the lab and studying, he would be so busy that he wouldn't have time to think about these things. Plus, he used to admit that he was almost dead. In reality, I can't imagine Charlie as that kind of person. Because when he was with me, it wasn't close to the word death. If I had to choose the word that suits him, I think it should be the word crazy or two-faced (in the optimistic sense).

 

"... Ah", I like that Charlie doesn't stay silent when we have sex. He expresses his emotions honestly. The higher the demand, the clearer the reaction; he will sniff my mouth. Use his eyes to stare at me. His eyes sparkle like a giant fire. But he tried hard not to let it spread to burn me. "D... Honey"

 

Once in a while, he calls me like this. It sounds ticklish, but I like it. It's different from when he calls me Baby. That word is also cute, but it makes me feel like a little boy. This word makes me feel like we are a married couple who, even though we have been eating together for a long time, are still hot for each other, and the new rice pair is still jealous.

"Oh.”

 

I exclaimed in shock. When I was suddenly hit by the palm of his hand with full force on the butt cheek, Charlie squeezed my waist lightly. On the other hand, it hit three or four more times, as if it were so that I didn't know where to look—the force from that big palm hurt. But the stinging pain did not satisfy the taste of sex. On the other hand, it still soared twice as high.

 

"Honey..."

 

Because what he gave me was so overwhelming. I called him back with the exact words. Raised my arms around his neck. Pulled down to receive a kiss, suck and drink. Spiral, our tongue is almost all together as one. Like the body in the same state. Close and tight until nearly fused. My heart should have returned to him completely from the first kiss of the day. I have never resisted Charlie. And now I'm not even sure what to be grateful for.

 

I want to be his. I want us to belong to each other, as we once did.

 

"Does it hurt?" Charlie whispered in his ear. He was still kind, as always.

 

"It hurts," I replied with a panting voice. As my mouth was talking, Charlie didn't think about taking a breath. He worked hard like a machine. No, the machine just pulled the plug and stopped working. But with Charlie, I didn't even know where his plug was. 

"Who did you hurt?"

 

"Is it enough?"

"Do you want enough?"

 

"I don't want to"

 

In addition to being strong and not falling, he is also a good tonic for me. It's not just provocative words, but both his facial expression and posture, and his naked body are full of muscles. He's bigger than he was on the first day we met. Perhaps because he's young, his growth is readily apparent. Broad shoulders, thick chest, and my favourite part is the beautiful belly. Not too much or too little. When dragged along the tongue, the muscles feel like licking a human-sized chocolate bar. That may not be my childhood dream. But if it's an adult, it's at the top.

 

I pushed him down before switching to the top instead. Charlie was a little shocked but smiled sweetly. Of course, he likes it when I lose control as much as I like when he tries to control me—Charlie's rhythm and movement. Excellent, but I think it would be a bit of a loss of name if this round ends with Charlie's unilateral effort, like the last round. I should be able to show my skills myself.

 

"Beautiful", Charlie didn't resist. He sat with his arms and watched me ride on top, raising his hands to my cheeks, admiring "talented people" for their appearance and abilities. Charlie admires everything about me.

 

"Whose is it?" I asked, panting heavily.

"Papa’s?"

 

"Not a little bit"

 

"Really?" He asked with a firm smile. His hands squeezed my waist before spreading to the hips, "If not, go down."

 

"Not down"

"Very stubborn"

 

"Do you realise it's too late?"

 

"I've known for a long time." Charlie patted my ass gently before moving his face into the kiss on my chest. Which point do I like? He knows best. That's why Charlie is full of pampering. While I'm playing a heavy role on top, Charlie doesn't sit lazily like a man without a solution. That I've seen. Two hands and one mouth mobilise foreplay until I can hardly take it. That part alone is already full of pleasure. But Charlie still made me realise that happiness is endless with him. "I like it like that"

 

"Like?" I just laughed, "Are you going to flirt again?"

"I haven't flirted with you since last time."

 

I intended to poke him, but it turned out to be me being teased. The skin, cheeks, and ears are hot when thinking about the fact that we hardly have time to flirt at all. Only he follows and cares for me, quarrelling, reconciling, and dealing with a million chaos. When together. I realised again that I wanted to be a boyfriend. It's not romantic at all. Or is that called flirting?

 

"Well, I'm sorry that I liked it first."

"Hee?" Charlie frowned. He looked a little confused when he heard me say that. 

 

"No. A little bit"

"Isn't it?"

 

"Is Babe going crazy?" Charlie pulled me into a hug. He trembled slightly because he laughed as if he thought my words were ridiculous. Even though I thought so, I'm not kidding, I know Charlie liked me before. But isn't that an idol's love for fans? That pleases me? In addition to his plans, it's probably because he admires me like an idol. The person who crossed the line first should be me. "I didn't think I was such a stubborn name."

 

"Eh! " If you don't like Charlie, this guy gathered me and hugged me so tightly that I couldn't move my shoulders.

 

"Listen," Charlie said seriously, even though he didn't give up in the field.

 

“Babe may have reached the finish line before me, but this story... You can't catch up with me."

 

My heart is beating fast. Maybe it's because I'm too tired from this long sex. Perhaps it's because Charlie hugs me so tight that I'm struggling to breathe or because... Because of anything, it's not because I'm shaking with him again, but shaking... Can you use this word?

 

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"Did you get scolded?"

 

Babe asked when he saw me walking back into the room. Relationship-building activities: It's been over for a while, but you still don't have a position to get out of bed. Babe moves and turns over. According to the rotation, a big blanket wraps around the suspension until the tip is a tempura shrimp. It looks like he wants to get up to me, but he's too lazy to move. So I can only lie down and look at the battlefield instead.

 

"The one who ran away to see Babe?"

 

That Babe asked just now; he meant that I was scolded by someone at the end of the line. Because while we were having fun in bed, my other world, named Dr Chris, called. Picking ten lines, the reason is not much. I just lost my head from the lab without a trace or explanation. When I finished the mission with Babe, I had to go out and make a call. Find him and explain everything in detail.

 

"I'm not scolding, he understands," I replied in a flat voice before slowly dragging my legs to leave. Sitting at the end of the bed, "I told you I was wrong. I thought Babe had an emergency."

 

"You're so kind. I haven't scolded you yet."

 

"He didn't curse, but he realised that there was nothing but still refused to go back and accept the phone... This one is being wrinkled."

 

"Well... It doesn't look like that kind." The beginning of the story said that he didn't suffer like a glass worm. Before slowly putting his head under his arm and leaving his head on my lap. (If you agree to take yourself out of the blanket, it will be much easier.)

 

"But I understand. You didn't call. Tell him. He doesn't know where you're gone. He might think you're dead."

 

"So when will I have time to call?"

 

"Well, when I went to the bathroom," Babe replied suddenly. "I went in for several minutes if you take the time to stand and scratch the door to call. Tell him a little bit, he won't be scolded."

 

"I forgot." I didn't know what to argue about. So I accepted to be cheeky like this. Dr Chris scolded me until my ears were numb. What do you want to excuse now? It's too late. "I don't think about that at all."

 

"Do you only miss me?"

"I guess so."

 

Instead of fighting back, Babe was silent. He looked up at me for a moment. Before tucking his face into my stomach as if he couldn't stand to look at my face. That attitude is so cute and heart-pitting. It's not often. I indeed see his cuteness in every step and every breath. But this fragile cuteness, if you can choose, Babe wouldn't want me to see it too often.

 

"What's wrong?" I asked while gently playing with his hair.

 

"Why do you have to do this?" Babe said muffled, hiding his face away harder than before. I'm not sure. How much is this a shy behaviour? Or is he begging me?

 

"What did I do?"

"Why do you act like you still love me?"

 

When Babe asked, I realised that was the question I wanted to know. Even though the armour was firmly built, holding my legs, chaining myself, hypnotising myself every day, I don't have to be soft-hearted. I have to be decisive with myself as I was before. Be the same self, I'm the one who has never loved him. If it's me, I'm sure I'll do it.

 

But because that person is dead. Now I can't do what I intended. I'm soft-hearted with Babe again and again. I'm worried about him. Jealous even though he doesn't have the right. Defeated by his tears. Where to hug, kiss, and have sex is no different from when I was still a lover. Even though I know this isn't like we broke up. But when I saw Babe's face, I forgot the rules that had forced me to be so hard on myself.

 

"Why do you think, Babe?"

 

"Don't ask back," said Babe. "Don't answer questions with questions. I told you that it was Annoying"

 

"Well, I want to know if Babe asked because he really didn't know."

"If I knew, why would I ask?"

 

"Because Babe wants to hear me," I answered without hesitation. Trying to hold the beautiful face up, but Babe forced himself not to allow him to see his face at all. I can't stand it. But I'm afraid he'll lose his heart first. "Babe already knows the answer. Just want me to tell you."

 

"Why do you think I know?"

"Because if it was this clear and I didn't know, Babe would be very stupid."

 

"Charlie."

 

My method always works. When I was a little angry, Babe immediately stopped hugging me. He bounced up, sat down and stared at my face. I didn't like it. I thought he was stupid.

 

"Do you know the summary?" I asked.

"Don't give it to the doctor too much."

 

"I'll ask you. If you don't know, I'll tell you."

"And if I say I already know, won't you say it?"

 

"If you want to say it, you can say it. But I want Babe to know that no matter what I am now, how do you feel? Our story is still the same."

 

I saw the disappointment in Babe's eyes. It was so clear that I couldn't stand to look at it. I knew that my words were meant for him. But this is the best way to bring us back to reality. Even though the world has only two of us, it's still happy, but that's no different from a dream. A dream that one day one must wake up because in this world, no one is blessed. As great as running around in a dream forever.

 

"It doesn't have a chance... That you will change your mind?" Babe's voice was soft. He didn't shout, but scolded me as fiercely as last time, even though the situation was very similar. "Will you never choose me?"

 

Don't say that.

Don't look at me like that, please.

 

"Are we really going back to talk about the same thing again?" I tried to hold on to my bitter principles. Repeatedly telling myself that if we let go of this principle, we will all die. Even the people I want to be a part of my life will not be left behind. "Babe asked the same. I answered the same. Fight for the same reasons. Babe, does it hope that something will change?"

 

"I hope you can remember that I'm not a person who likes to say something over and over again," Babe said firmly, even though he looks unstable. It's like he's ready to cry out at any time. But at the same time, he suppresses himself with all his might because he doesn't want to use tears as a tool to negotiate with me. "I hope you can realise how much I love and respect. I've never begged anyone. The more I ask for the same thing from the same person, the more impossible it is."

 

I know that I know it best, and because I know it, I don't want him to say it.

 

"But because it's you, Charlie."

 

I've tried to protect his dignity... With all the abilities that I have, this is the most brutal stage I've ever encountered.

 

Even when I faced Tony, I was not afraid at all. There was not even a tremor, even though what he wanted most was my life. But my mind was still and insensitive. While Babe, who asked with all the dignity, I knew for sure that he would never hurt me. But the lump in his chest squeezed and trembled terribly.

 

Am I going to lose to him like that? If that's the case, what's the point of trying all the efforts? I'll accept. Indulge yourself now, fulfil your desire without hesitation, and in the end, you have to suffer like death when you have to lose him like that?

Can I really be that brave?

 

"Babe... Listen to me." I stared into his eyes. I placed my hands on his shoulders firmly, expecting him to understand every word I was going to say fully. Even though it hurts, it's better to break now. And don't have to come back in pain because it's repeated. 

 

"I've come a long way. Now it's really too far to turn around. Even if my heart wants to leave everything and come back to Babe, I can't do it."

 

"Why?"

"Because I can't stop anymore."

 

"Even if I die?"

 

My heart twitched just because that sentence was a single sentence. Many words that were arranged in my head flashed as if they had never existed before. And suddenly, I experienced extreme fear without any warning.

 

"What did Babe say?" My voice is shaking. I can't even control my lips.

Myself "dead... What does it mean?"

 

"A few weeks after we broke up, I met Kenta... At Kim's house," Babe said in a softer voice as if he was afraid that someone would hear this conversation. Both this is his own house, and the whole house has only the two of us. "I'm not sure how they can be together. But it looks close. Kenta came to stay with Kim. He told Kim everything."

 

"And Kenta... Is it still working for Tony?"

"Do you know about Tony, too?"

 

Okay, I don't mean to let Babe know in this way. But it's probably not the end of the world. And deep down, this matter will come to Babe's ears sooner or later. If not with someone else, it must be me. In this case, it seems quite different from what I expected. Because of the rumour, I have been confirmed about Tony's existence again before Babe.

 

"Just recently," I replied, "I've had a hunch for a while, so I asked Chris to help investigate for me"

 

"Chris seems to be able to do everything," Babe just laughed. His expression seemed to be clinging to Dr Chris. I know that Babe doesn't like the other person very much. Because he resembles a former best friend, and his character is not very likeable. But I don't think Babe will feel this way about Dr Chris, either. "Have him next to you; it would be fine."

 

"Babe is jealous of Chris?"

 

"Huh?" The answer was clear on his face. Babe acted like my words were delirious, but his face clearly said they were true. "What am I going to be jealous of him for?" If you answer 'Because my side is him,' it would come across as narcissistic. But I realise that that's the feeling that haunts Babe's heart. Whether he realises it or not, he must accept or reject it. I know that Babe has always thought that he can't do everything with me. 

 

Even though I've said that it's not necessary, he doesn't have to be in every area of my life. He can live on the track, between me sitting on my back in the lab or the university library. We will also explore other areas together. That's what I'm trying to make happen. But it doesn't make Babe forget the feeling of wanting to participate in every story of my stories.

 

The more Dr Chris comes in, the more insecure Babe feels. Because the other party has more overlaps with me. We have similar interests, speak the same language, and have the same goals. He is like a left hand that works the same way my brain does. Grab everything that I want both by order and as I please. Those abilities make Babe feel inferior and lead him to think that Dr Chris will replace him.

 

This is the real nonsense. If someone could really replace Babe, I wouldn't have brought myself here in the first place. Because there is only one Babe in my world, I have to make the world safe for him as much as possible. I won't wait to be a guardian who protects him from danger, but I will make all the danger disappear from the world without Babe having to hurt even a single hair.

 

"Chris, he just has a line and can work for me, but I don't like him that much."

 

"Don't talk about it," Babe just laughed. "You like it to death. Let's talk about it. Well, it's a fluke. Why don't I know?”

 

"Hmm... Maybe yes." I choose to accept it easily. Because it looks like lying is not a wise choice. "But I can confirm that it's not the same as I feel about Babe. If I like someone who looks like me that much, I would be super narcissistic."

 

"Everyone likes people who are like themselves."

 

"But I don't," I argued. "Being with someone like me, I may feel like talking right. But I don't want to spend my whole life talking about things. I like it myself."

 

I made eye contact with him. Suddenly, I felt like I was going to confess my love again. In fact, we were talking about the cutthroat. But I can't really let this go.

 

"I want to hear things that I don't know. I want to understand things that I have never understood. I want to engage with people who don't share my perspective. I want to learn from them. I want them to listen to my thoughts. I want to wait and see how much more compatible we will be in the future. I want to grow up to be someone I don't know today. I want to be someone I didn't expect."

 

All of this, I hope Babe will understand and not compare himself to anyone in my life again, because he can't be compared to anyone at all. I can never do it.

 

"Does Babe know where that person is?" Drooping my eyes, I felt that I had won on this topic. My opponent has no sign of attacking back. He just turned his head away the other way. Then use silence as a white flag to signal the end of this small battle.

 

"Don't talk too much if you choose the same choice in the end," Babe said in a murmur, but I knew he was talking to me. The message was sent directly to me.

 

"I just don't want Babe to think that I will feel like I feel about others as I feel for Babe."

 

"So what does it matter?"

"Babe..."

 

"The point is that Tony is not dead yet." Babe chose to change the story quickly. He didn't seem to want to hear how I feel anymore. Which, in fact, he understands. But the more certain truth is that I can talk about my feelings for Babe endlessly, even though he was so tired of it that he almost vomited. "Kenta said he was doing something. Kenta didn't go into details. But said it was a very big deal. And what you're doing now, go scrub his legs completely."

 

"It's enough to guess..."

 

"No, Charlie," Babe said with a serious expression. He seemed to be talking about something terrifying. His whisper trembled. "Tony knows that you're difficult. And even if you threaten to kill, you are not afraid."

 

Babe took a deep breath. His posture also scared me.

 

"So he entrusted Kenta to tell me that if I can't stop you, he will kill Team X...

The whole team."

 

My heart fell to the ground. The more I think back to all the past events, the more I find myself so stupid that I should not be forgiven. Why do I think that Babe will try to hinder me just because of resentment and want to win over me? Why do you think so shallow?

 

"Everyone is an ordinary person, Charlie, our team, including me. Alone, we will take something to fight Tony. It's not just money and lines. However, some people possess other senses that we are unaware of, and we do not know what they can do. But believe me, we have to do more than we think. Otherwise, the old guy would have sold it."

 

My brain is like a messy black line. Overlapping, it's dirty and creepy, but I know I'll have to erase and rewrite it.

 

"Team X is the only family I have, Charlie.."

 

"I know." I pulled Babe into a hug without needing him to explain further. I know how Babe is feeling and know that X Hunter is not just a racing place for Babe. Not close at all, "I know."

 

"I can't allow him to hurt my family."

 

Suppose it weren't for the old dog that he threatened to take X Hunter as a hostage. Babe wouldn't have been in trouble like this. Babe's weakness is too obvious. He has a few love things, and it's so easy to guess that those things are targeted by the enemy to play with. They know that threatening to hurt Babe directly will never work. Babe doesn't care about that. Therefore, there is no need to hope that he will cooperate. And this will not even come to my ears. However, because the target is his family and Babe has already assessed that it's beyond his ability to handle on his own, he needs to follow their lead. In the past, Babe blocked me because of the threats from those bastards all the time.

 

"I understand that you can't turn back, but is there any other way..."

"Did he do anything, Babe?"

 

I know that Babe is saying something. But that question can't wait. While I hugged him in my arms, I kept thinking about the worst possibility. Threats that may be more serious than what Babe told me.

 

"No," Babe shook his head. "I haven't done anything yet."

"Not done yet?"

 

"I'm not you."

 

He wants to say that it is a matter of the future, a story that has not yet happened. In our circle, only one person can foresee the time that has not yet come.

 

If it were before, it would mean Jeff, but now I'm a container that holds that sense, which is interesting, in that I can only remember now that I can't feel Chen's energy at all. Since stepping in here, I've touched Babe’s body countless times. Both light and tight, both outside and inside the fabric, but no touch makes me see his future.

 

It might be because it's still new. My body hasn't fully adapted to the new sense. I've tried to use it before. Found that I can really see the future. But most of the time, it's the future in the short term. And it's often an unimportant event. Jeff said that it may take time for the sense to be stronger and more 'round'. I can't explain why the roundness that Jeff talks about has a direct term. However, I can immediately understand the meaning he wants to convey.

 

"I don't see anything," I answered honestly. "But look, if he threatens  the whole team, even when he can't give him what he wants, there's no reason to leave Babe."

 

"Of course, I'm not useful to them anymore." Babe hugged his eyes, looking at me now. It's like he's begging with all his strength to be kind to me. "They don't want to fight because they know that you're not easy to give in. And even if you take action, it may not be worth it. That's why he chose to use me because he believes that I'm the only one you'll listen to."

 

Tony's team will not be wrong to think this way. Because the voice that penetrates my ears the fastest is the voice of Babe. The words that I will listen to the most, the frequency that matches my heart the most and the most pleasant tone of voice. All come from one person. And it's been like this since the first day I knew he was the only person in the world who didn't need to negotiate with me. I'm the one who always has to deal with it. I beg God every night. May you give all the blessings that should be mine to him instead.

 

This is the only blessing I pray for.

 

"How did you know that if I stopped, Tony would let everyone go?"

 

"I don't know," Babe said in a soft voice. He was completely discouraged because the posture that Mine doesn't seem to be transferring softly, according to his request, as much as it should. "Borrow, but if you haven't stopped everything it says, it's really done."

 

Although I have a lot of questions in my head about Tony and his fake death, I have to admit that this time, it is much more cautious than the last time. Not invading and chasing from all directions as I used to do, but choosing to squeeze from the inside, moving awkwardly but firmly, letting it die and revealing myself when I have almost no strength to escape.

 

"I'll handle this myself," I said in a flat voice. The sound of broken hope came out of Babe's eyes. This is the answer that disappointed him the most. However, my options are limited. I can only hope that he understands deeply. "Babe, don't worry. I won't let anyone do anything to our team."

 

"No matter what, you really won't stop, right, Charlie?" I've heard this question repeatedly. And the answer is the same every time. I'm not sure if Babe is tired of asking, and I'm tired of answering. What will happen first?

 

"I can't stop," I still insist on the same words. Although now it feels like millions of brain cells have died. "But I swear that everyone will be safe, Babe, you have to believe me."

 

Without an answer from Babe, he just made eye contact with me. Breathing in and out with a strange rhythm, as if he were so focused on it that he lost his naturalness. He didn't argue back. There were no words that I expected. There was only silence and a message transmitted through the warm steam from the palm.

 

It's like he himself wants to believe me.

 

Since the day we broke up, this is the first time I feel like we are walking in the same direction on a dark, rough path, with both sides of the road deserted. It's hard to say what's holding us back.  Nothing guarantees our safety. Only his warm vapour...

 

That makes this path less terrifying.

 

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"Charlie?"

 

Alan opened the door and entered the lab, and asked for his favourite brother as soon as he didn't see the handsome face sitting on the ground floor. It's understandable. Because he wouldn't have a reason to come here if he didn't come to see Charlie, but just saying hello to me sitting here, it shouldn't take a lot of time, right?

 

"Above," I replied in a flat voice.

"Are you working?"

 

"Resting"

 

"Chris, is that much?" The young captain made a face like I just said, 'Today the sun rises in the west.' I want Charlie to see my beloved brother's face. When I complain about workaholics, he will stop arguing. "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

 

"He's not feeling well."

 

"Oh, what's wrong?" The captain's concern jumped as soon as he heard that. His posture resembles that of an uncle who is overly concerned about his grandchildren. Like, just falling or being hit by a little rain is hysterical; it's a big deal. I'm not surprised those racers love this uncle so much. "Are you working hard again?”

 

"Maybe," I shrugged my shoulders. Picked up the remote air conditioner on the table in front of the sofa and adjusted the temperature down by two degrees because suddenly it started to feel hot for no reason.

 

"I saw it said I had a headache."

"And you didn't check his brother?"

 

"Why check? If you have a headache, go to bed."

"Be a doctor?"

 

Alan made a tired face at me. Suddenly, I was told that I was not wrong and, most importantly, I was not his younger brother. Even though we could talk, I never said once that I wanted to be one of his parents' or siblings' games.

 

"I'm here, I'm a researcher, not a doctor." I leaned back to receive the cold air conditioner without being shaken by the eyes of the big racer's father. "If you want treatment, you have to hire me. I've done enough free work."

 

"Isn't it unethical?"

"What is the code of ethics?"

 

The face was heavier than being revealed immediately at the end of that sentence. Even though we didn't know each other for a long time, I can see this person adheres to the truth. Alan is an adult who lives by morality rather than the voice in his own head. He is the type that society classifies as a 'good person', undoubtedly correct according to the dharma. However, according to my criteria, I classify him as a coward and a bland person. Unlike Charlie, who is a good person, but his goodness is many times more exciting than Alan's.

 

"But talking about Charlie, he’s been up for a long time, too," I said casually while the brother looked even more worried. "I don't know how he is now. Is he still there?"

 

"Well, I don't know how to go see his brother." Alan walked up the stairs while complaining like a bear eating a bee. He just wants to complain to himself to vent his frustration, because he knows he only complains to me. "We are really together, don't care at all..."

 

Even though he's gone, I can still hear his voice. Before gradually getting lighter until it's gone, I don't care about his old people. On the other end, I still feel good. I can't tell you why. Isn't it fun? 

 

Satisfied, like when teasing Charlie to be irritable or annoying until being scolded by Babe, but it's a warm feeling in the heart. Strangely calm and stable, being complained about, should it be irritating?

 

While I lay on the ceiling, lost in my own thoughts, the sound of the liver was interrupted. It sounded like a heavy object had fallen on the floor on the second floor, followed by the sound of footsteps that were more than normal walking. It sounded like they were dancing tap.

 

"Hey!"

 

The sound of howling followed. After a few seconds, a banging sound was heard. The door and the sound of footsteps are heard as someone steps down the stairs. That person is Babe, who is raising his finger to cover both of his ears like an eardrum. The last thing he wants to protect.

 

"Do you do it for?"

 

Babe looked at my face with a grim expression. The finger that was still plugged in the ear was probably a noise barrier from the people on the second floor who had been competing to shout since just now. As for the posture, it was because I lied to Alan that Charlie was sick until he had to go up to meet the talented beloved brother who was playing the role of boyfriend with Babe in the upper room.

 

"Well, it's fun," I said with a laugh. "How is it... Is the band broken?"

 

"When Alan opened the door, I was straddling Charlie. What do you think?" Babe said in a soft voice, dragging his feet and dropping on the sofa opposite me. But the rhythm when he sat down, his face looked a little tight.

 

"People who are full of the lab are still full until the waist is sprained?" I can't help but tease, "No. If you are ashamed of people, you should be ashamed of him. In broad daylight."

 

"Don't fantasise about sex, Charlie kicked me off the bed."

 

I laughed out loud. When I realised that the sound just now was Babe, the one who kicked off the bed, I doubt Charlie would be really shocked that Alan opened the door to meet himself with Babe in that state, because I can't imagine Charlie lifting his foot to kick Babe. Reflecting on it, I regret not going up to see the work just now. Especially if I took the clip in time, it would be fun to watch.

 

"Are you that shocked?" Until now, I still can't stop laughing.

"It's like your father opened the door to meet you, you're masturbating."

 

"Is it natural?"

 

"Naturally, but who would you want your father to see? You think too," Babe complained while using his hand to massage his hips. He didn't seem to be in much trouble being seen by Alan in the condition that he was, about to do something like that, which is not strange. He is not the one who is embarrassed about this anyway. 

 

However, the person who feels so heavy is probably a young man who has not yet come down from the second floor. I don't know if he was being interrogated by Alan or just standing with his back to each other with the utmost shame. "It's good that Pu Alan is not shocked at first. If he dies, where will you go to get the old man back to Jeff?"

 

This chaos will not occur if Charlie and Babe manage the relationship effectively. Between them is clear.

Since that day, Charlie has been rushing out in the middle of the live (making everyone chaotic), until today, it's been almost two weeks since he and his ex-boyfriend, Babe, saw each other as usual. Babe came to Charlie at the lab nearly every day. Any day that Babe didn't come here meant that Charlie would have to go out to meet him. In front of us, the two of them were close to each other and hugged each other as usual. And openly expressed their concern for each other. No different from when we were still dating. But when were you asked, 'Are you reconciled?' Each person made a face before one of them answered in an unusually low voice 

 

'What are you going to ask next?'

 

In fact, it is enough to guess that they have adjusted their understanding, at least at one level. Babe seems to understand Charlie more. There is no place to interrupt or bully like before. Charlie is more focused. Because Babe is back in sight and close enough for him to take care of, as he used to do all the time. It also looks brighter as if they are different people. It is not surprising that there are people who have love back in their arms again. These two already use love to guide. The direction in their lives is not possible.

 

It's hard to predict.

 

To be honest, Charlie and Babe have almost broken my beliefs many times. First of all, I don't believe in what is commonly referred to as love (at least for now). It's just an abstract concept that's over-appreciated. Partly because it's made to look too romantic, people want to pursue, taste, and experience it for themselves at least once in their lives. Even if that love is more bitter than swallowing bitter medicine, or the lover who chooses with his hand will be a swa that even his parents cut off the tail and let go of the temple. But many people still stand with the idea that, anyway, they must be a couple or better than nothing like that.

 

Love is not a bad thing. But as I said, it's so important that it's almost a spill factor. Many people seem ready to die when they have to live without a romantic relationship with anyone. Many people are willing to live with hell on earth just because they think that being alone will be the deepest hell. This type of person irritates me wonderfully. Just seeing them struggling to find someone to bind for themselves, even though the limbs are full of wounds from the love chain that binds them.

 

It can be said that I'm not happy with people in love, but I'm quite disgusted with them. Worshipping love until death is more.

 

Charlie and Babe are in the middle between these two types. Sometimes it looks like the first. Sometimes it's like the latter. Until now, I haven't found a definition for them. However, I believe that many times they. It made me accidentally think, 'Sometimes try crazy love, it's not bad."

 

But that's just a moment.

I honour myself from the bottom of my heart.

 

The only person I will love unconditionally is myself. The only person who will be forgiven for every mistake is me. The only person who deserves to be preserved with the end of my life is me. The only one I will never regret. That person is me.

 

So that's why those two and I are standing in different hemispheres of the universe. They will never understand people like me who are ready to do anything to protect themselves. As for me, I am more determined than anything. I will never understand people who choose others before themselves. The love of Charlie and Babe is something I can bear to see. But will never understand

 

So I can only bless from the other half of the universe. May the love that they both worship. Sadly, they ultimately betrayed them.