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In a dark room with only a layer of curtain flying of by the cold breeze and open window, illuminated by the sole light that comes from the moon, a shadow of a man comes in.
"How are you doing today. Did you have a good time nap?"
Kian asked holding a tray of foods. He march closer to the bed where a man in half naked state laying weakly, covering with only his lower part with a thin blanket and a chain in his feet. The man growl as soon as he felt a presence nearby.
"I heard from the maid that you didn't touch your food today. Even your favorite food had gone to waste. What a shame"
Kian put the tray in the bedside table and soon sit on the bed.
"Have I given you a hard time?"
He looked at the man emotionlessly as if he didn't regret what he did. He even tap the bed with his finger awaiting for the man to respond but in the end, the man remains silent.
"I understand that you think badly of me but you cannot put the blame on me just because I locked you up. As you can see, I am even more generous as I spare you life this long, aren't I good? Maybe to you it wasn't the same"
He extended his hand and brush off the exceeded hair that covers the man's face. He looked closely at him with nothing but a cold eyes. Kian caress his cheeks and slide it down to his collar bone that sent shiver to the pity man. But Kian grin and landed a kiss to his forehead.
"I wasn't like this before but you made me this way. You, yourself are to blame to why you experience this hell. The world where I came from have always been so bright but the moment you step in, the light that gives me bright suddenly turn off. What would you expect me to do?"
Kian's hand continuesly crawl down, feeling every inch of the man's body. As he explore the soft, violet skin, he could feel the vibration of fear coming. But instead of stopping, he cope the breast with force and hardly pinch it's nipple.
"Hmmm"
The man squeak in pain as he covered his mouth, letting his sobs be eaten back. He let Kian beside him do his thing while he endure the streaming aches and sting.
"Do you like it? I always thought that a man as fragile as you and as delicate as a flower would always be terrible when it comes to pain. But from what I see, you are much more than what it seems to be. I can see that you are enjoying this, what are you a masochist?"
Kian forcefully lift the blanket off revealing a full bruised flesh of the man. He could sense the raging urge to bury some paint once more but he can see that the man is too weak.
Every part of the man's body had been gone several deep wounds and bruised and even his nails had been fully cut off. The ears in which a dangling earring gifted by the man he loved that always sways gracefully was now parted in half and the neck that lays every kind of temptation is now tinted with cuts and blood, while his left eye had been gouged out leaving only a hole that was now started to rotten away.
"Ah what a wonderful piece of art. I wonder how much I could sell it with"
Kian devilishly grin covering his lips behind his palm but his eyes never hide his desire, somewhat dissatisfied but pleased.
"If only you cooperate enough would things never be this way but I guess this is even better"
Kian grab and twisted the man's head into his direction and seemingly, his expression change.
"I love you. I love to death but why does it hurt so bad seeing you alive?"
The cold eyes that could stab like a thousand daggers is now streaming out of tears and the cruel lips that could turn the mountain apart is trembling out. Kian seal off his lips with the man's frigid lips but in return, he bite it off until it bleeds.
"I never thought that loving you would be this painful. I always dream that someday we could build a family and live happily but what is it now? What happened to us?"
He licked the flowing blood out of the man's lips and gulp it down. Even the tiniest bit had been cleaned up.
"But it doesn't matter, as long as you are here I could be satisfied with anything because you are my greatest gift and my worst regret"
Continuesly, he lean forward and suck off the reddish nipple while his right hand is squeezing the other one. The man didn't say a thing nor reacted. He only moans but not in pleasure. No tears came out from his eye and no words blurted out from his lips but his body is slowly corresponding from the sense of touch given by Kian
The clung of the chain in his feet rangs as if it plays a music that only the two could understand. Opening up the legs in which Kian's left hand had been slipping in, playing what it seems to be hiding the most vulnerable spot, the man groans in satisfaction.
"Darling, it's not right to feel good while leaving your husband work all for you. That's not what we promised when we get married"
Just then, Kian get up and removed his clothes, throwing it all the way to the floor. He lavishly lick his lips and dig it in to the sore neck. Tasting the dried blood and salty skin, and then gritted his teeth and buried it deep.
"Hah"
When he's done, he moved to his next target. Lifting the open wide legs and let it rest in his shoulder, Kian inserted three fingers in at once. Hearing the lustful moans of the man, Kian could no longer contain his bulging erection. So instead of prolonging the foreplay, he took out his massive erection while still stroking his fingers in and out of the man.
"Ngh.. Your so loose that I could put my whole hand on it, why is that? Did you practice with yourself while I'm away or did you do it with other guys here? Hmm?"
Kian never stop but only to add more fingers in and move it as fast as he could.
The man seems to be out of breathe but his moans becomes clearer, heavier and louder. Eventually, a long groan come out as Kian penetrate him to his sensitive spot.
"Oh, what a bad boy. Did you just come from the back? I never give you permission to that, how could you. You're making your husband mad"
When the bodily fluid finally comes out of the man, Kian position himself at the entrance. He scooped the liquid with his crotch and instantly inserted his erection back in and out.
"Fuck, it's so good to be back"
The night is long and both wails echoes along the chirping sound of the bustling night.
Soon enough, when his lust was released the 5th times, Kian landed his body beside the man- panting heavily and relaxing his mind. The sweat had gone cold as he looked at the body full of white juices and love marks- feeling proud. He extended his hand and touched the mixed juices with his finger tips. He could vividly see a string line which connect them together. The sticky liquid that he worked hard for was coming to an end then place it in his own lips. Trying to figure out what it tastes like. The taste of their love juices that he always crave of. The taste of the man's body everytime he pound it in. The feeling of the man's insides everytime he messed it with. All of those fantasies have been fulfilled throughout those years but he never once feeling the breathe of fulfilment. Never have the sense of satisfaction nor the quality of success he put on.
As time quickly runs out, the body started to feeling cold. Kian grab the blanket from the floor and covered his body along with the man. The position is somewhat overwhelming with love as one can see from a viewpoint how Kian lovingly hugged the man. But at the same time, Kian never notice that the once warm body is now been replaced with ice cold stream.
When Kian wake up the next morning, the first thing he did was to shower the man with warm kisses all over his face. Even though there's no longer love involved but still, Kian cherished this man.
He got up from the bed and notice an envelope placed in the bedside table along with his newly neatly folded clothes. After wearing, he grab the envelope just as he recognized the stamp. Before leaving, he took a couple of glances to the man and disappear.
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3 Days Later.
A loud ring sang a sorrowful end. With a funeral was held with only a couple of people attended. Each person carries a tulip flower on hand and a various of baby clothes and toys. It was a simple day with still the sun smiles above but for some people, it was the most gloominess day they could ever experienced, specially to the one that lost his everything, Kwon Ken Kian.
The church in which their wedding was held that filled with red roses and tulips, gold and silver, laughter and tears of joy, promises and devotion, love and care, life and death is now full of painful sobs and cries. The memories of forever is now laying along with a cold body inside a casket. Showering with white petals and wearing black, the once smiling face is gone but sleeping in a one space slumber bed with his child inside him infront of a clear glass mirror.
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3 Days Ago,
Kian went back to his office with the envelope on hand. He could feel the resentment just by looking at the stamp seal. For all he knows, this letter is not what he usually received. The seal is form of a sparrow with an arrow pierce through it's heart. But nevertheless, Kian doesn't fear what it symbolize.
Using a cutter, he cut open the envelope from it's seal. Grabbing the letter inside, he was frozen upon reading it. Stated by the previous affairs in which each successor by means he needed to produce a new generation to contribute the sole linage.
*Upon hearing the call of the elders of the K Household, You, Kwon Ken Kian, hereby given this tasked as contribution of the continuation of our linage.
Despite your outcoming as one of the people whom regarded same sex partnership legally produced, I, Kwon McSivle, given you your time to hand me over your child, regardless of gender.
By this, your relationship with your husband will be confirmed and considered as part of the family and treasury.*
The letter comes from his father. All this years, this old man never once contacted him nor send him a letter but now, he was given a task to produce an heir.
Kian rub his temple, manipulating his inner thoughts of defying the master's words somehow irritated him.
"He knows that what I marry is a man yet he still push me to fuck a woman for the sake of an heir?"
He crumpled the paper and tossed it in the bin. Opening up the drawer, a box of high end cigarette was lit and puff out by the mouth. Kian inhale several smoke before he exhale it out.
Ever since the idea of marrying a man flashed through his mind, Kian convince himself of not wanting to having a child. Yet he couldn't help but to wonder, what it feels like to be a father. What it feels like to carry the child his beloved gave birth to. But with this, all of it is far from possible. No man can bear a child. No man have the ability to carry a fetus and no man is born with a womb. If it is possible then it will be a miracle to find such a man that could actually get pregnant.
Since, no such thing occurred over history, Kian live of his life thinking that he will not experience those things. Loving a man is hard enough, what's more of fucking a woman.
Dirty body and soul yet, Kian isn't ashamed to publicly announce his orientation. The crowd of people whom cannot even believe of what they hear are greatly disappointed but nonetheless, Kian remains head up high.
Though, with his pride, he still suffers from great lose and humiliation. The contracts that placed in his name lost millions and counting yet with all this sufferings that bound to happen, Kian never turn a face and cowardly.
But instead of being affected by the mass opinion, Kian drawn himself a line in which focuses on finding a male wife. He spend more than what it have to be in order to find the perfect pair, until he met Rim Ryaa. The person that changes his life.
Kian couldn't help smiling as the name popped up so suddenly. He even burn down the latter while thinking of his face.
"Rim Ryaa, Rim Ryaa. That name really suits you"
While him reminiscing the old memories of their unexpected meetings, a continues knocked disturbed his peace.
Upon opening his mouth and ready to scolded the one behind the door, the door slam open revealing the head butler of the household catching his breathe with a tears in his eyes.
"Young Master..."
Kian was confused of the action. The head butler is someone with almost a stone heart. He never once saw him cry nor laugh that even a simple smile needed to be bought.
He stared at the butler waiting for him to continue but as soon as he heard a specific name, his heart beat so fast as if it is about burst and his breathing is inconsistently abnormal.
"Mistress Rim... He... He is gone"
Within a second, Kian run out of his office. Trailing his way into Ryaa's room.
When he reach the door, somehow something is pulling him out of it. Something is hindering him from entering. Something is blocking his way. But still, Kian ignore it all the way and slam the door open sending shocked to the people inside.
He march forward to the bed but only to witness a body covered in white cloth.
The servants that are present in the room step back giving some space for Kian to step in while sobbing mournfully but instead, Kian shouted in the top of his lungs the words that comes to his mind.
"OUT. EVERYONE OUT"
As they hastily left, leaving only the cold body of the mistress and their master inside, the worried faces and lifeless soul couldn't bear the parting.
Kian didn't move an inch but his heart is pounding, his hands are shaking and his mind goes blank.
Just last night they made an intimate interaction, made love to it's brim and spread the fake sweetness of moans. He even gave Ryaa several affectionate kisses as a reward for serving him but right now, what comes to his mind is that all of this is only an act. None of this is real.
Kian tried to call out the name, trying to waken up the sleeping man, trying to convince himself that he is still alive.
"Ryaa.... Ryaa... Ryaa it's me. I'm back. Ryaa. Big brother Ken is back"
He slowly approaches the white cloth and gently yank it up hoping that when the cover is gone, he could see the smiling face of his little tulip flower.
"Ryaa..."
But what comes to his view is the fool smell of something rotten. The moment the white covers is gone, an instant displayed of a daunting image of the man in terrible state give a terrifying shiver all over Kian's body.
"No. This isn't real. You, Ryaa, your just sleeping right? You only want to make me feel guilty about what I did to you but your still alive right? Don't scare me or else... You can't die, you see. I will never allow it so please open up your eyes... Open up your...."
Kian was stunned. He paused a minute before words unknowingly spoken from his lips.
"Your....eye"
Just then, Kian finally realized that his little tulip flower that gives bright to a big lone home is already withered.
The news about the death of the K Household mistress went straight to the Master's ear. If it was before, the master would have been the first one to laugh it all out about his son's lover's death. But right now, he could no longer smile nor shed a laugh. Instead, he contacted all his connection just to hastily gone back home. The home where he thought he could finally hold his dearest desire of holding his grandchild.
Several weeks ago, Kwon McSivle received a mail from his family doctor. At first, he thought that it might be something that is not necessarily to concerned about but when he accidentally read it and found an ultrasound picture along with it, it was as if the heart of the old man blooms back to it's younger condition. The smile that he could no longer do becomes his daily hobbit since then. He even celebrated it without even knowing and happily imagine the things he would do with his grandchild.
But upon hearing the dreadful news, all of those things are gone like a bubble. He felt something prick in his heart that he could no longer endure the pain.
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