Chapter 32

Can anyone say 'Bonus Chapter'? Due to high demand I wrote the shower scene, so sit back, shut up and enjoy. :p

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"This one's new."

"Not really. That was where Ian's blade clipped me last year."

"Ah." Tala's hand shifted, brushing another scar. "This one is from where Kai got pissed at you and took a stab at you with the butter knife, right?"

"That's the one." Bryan smirked. "Not bad for being four."

"Good thing he's learnt to control his anger since." Tala paused. "I don't recall ever seeing metal knives during meals since."

"I think Boris banned them." Bryan's hand reached up, gently caressing a mark on Tala's neck. "Do tell."

"Before my match against Tyson. Boris put m in that green shit again and I got cut when I fought the guards that were hooking me up to the wires." Tala shrugged, closing his eyes and raising his head to the flow of the water as he stepped further under the stream. "I don't know how he expected me to go willingly after what happened last time."

"You mean how you almost drowned in that crap because you came out of hibernation too early." Bryan slipped around behind the younger, reaching up and coaxing the lasts of the lather from Tala's hair. "He shoulda known you'd do that. You always woke too early. He could only keep you under so long."

"Mm." A faint smile played across Tala's lips. Bryan's touch felt good.

"I don't know why he decided you needed it. You were in perfect health and stamina."

"He was taking precautions. After all, you lost."

"Deliberately."

Tala jabbed backward with his elbow, catching Bryan hard in the ribs. "Jerk."

"What?" Bryan rubbed his side as he stepped back, leaning against the shower wall. "You let those bit beasts go and let Wolborg drop."

Tala glared back at him, sapphire eyes ice. "You honestly wanted Boris to win?"

"Why do you think I lost?" Bryan's eyes dropped, narrowing. "What happened there?"

"Huh?" Tala twisted, trying to look down at his back, his fingertips brushing the long yet thin scar. "You don't remember? You did that."

Bryan blinked. "I did?"

"A few years back, when I was giving you a hard time about your hair. You'd just cut it all off."

"When I was 11?"

"That's right. I was teasing you and you threw a box of blade parts at me. One of the sharp ones did that." He touched other areas. "I also got this one, and this one, and these from that day as well."

Bryan winced. "You never told me."

"I didn't want you to know." Tala turned to look at him, face serious. "You would have called me weak."

"You're not weak, Wolf. Far from it." Bryan reached up, pushing back a strand of Tala's hair. "I'm sorry I did that. I was upset that day."

"Why?"

Bryan sighed, shaking his head. "That was the day I was removed from captaincy. Don't you remember?"

Tala frowned. "But Bryan, the D Boy's weren't formed-"

"Until later, I know." Bryan shrugged. "Boris told me of Voltaire's plans for a new team. Boris told me I would not lead it. That you were."

"I see. That would have hurt. But why did you cut your hair?"

Bryan looked at him. "Boris told me he liked my hair long. First thing I did when he left was hack it off."

"Stubborn." Tala reached up, running his hands through Bryan's lavender strands that sat neatly, pinned beneath the water's flow. "I liked your hair long. It was funny seeing it short, which is why I teased you."

Bryan didn't reply, glancing to the side. "Should we get out?"

"Mm."

Bryan turned off the water, Tala wringing out his hair and taking the towel Bryan offered him. They dried, Bryan offering to dry Tala's back. Tala closed his eyes, feeling his loins stir at the rough texture of the towel against his sensitive skin. A soft growl emitted from the back of his throat, Tala turning abruptly and almost knocking Bryan off balance. Tala used this to his advantage, capturing Bryan's lips with his in a fierce grip, forcing the elder down.

Despite his small form, Tala was abnormally strong, pinning Bryan to the ground. Bryan tried to fight his grip, Tala tightening it as he explored Bryan's neck with his lips and tongue. Bryan slowly relaxed, overcoming his initial shock and conceding dominance to the younger. Tala slowly eased the tightness of his hold, shifting as Bryan allowed him to slide between his legs. Lips met again, the kiss no longer urgent or desperate as Bryan freed one arm, sliding it around the younger's waist.

Tala's eyes rose as he sort out some form of lubricant, Bryan catching on to what he was doing and shaking his head.

"Don't need it."

Tala looked down at him sharply. "But I'll hurt-"

"Trust me."

Tala met Bryan's eye sharply, Bryan arching an eyebrow expectantly. Tala pushed aside his qualms, remembering his own slight pain from earlier. If Bryan said it was fine, then Tala would have to take his word for it. Tala shifted, slowly easing his way inside and was surprised to find Bryan was right.

"How-?"

"I trust you." Bryan gently touched Tala's face, tugging gently on a still damp strand of red. "Now move."

Tala didn't need to be told twice. At first it felt a little weird but he grew accustomed to it, decided that he liked dominating and making a mental note to do this often. They paid no mind to the unforgiving hardness of the floor, the closed space echoing and amplifying their pants and grunts. Had anyone walked in right there, they wouldn't have cared nor noticed.

Bryan growled softly in the back of his throat, a smile tugging at his lips. This was better. It felt right being dominated by Tala, more so than it had with Panas. The sensations were stronger, richer. The pleasure was tenfold. His mind did not wander, focussed upon the here and then, his hands caressing the perfect body above him.

In their minds it ended too soon, though they had lost all sense for time. As the pleasure rolled away into exhaustion, Tala curled against the chest of the elder, which rose and fell with every panting breath. Tala closed his eyes, satisfied. He'd been wanting to do that for a while, but had a feeling it would be a fight to do it again.

After a long interval lavender eyes cracked upon, looking toward the whiteness of the roof. "You do realise we're going to have to shower again."

Tala couldn't help but snigger.

There we go. Happy now?