Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 127 - . Here we go again

When the door slammed into my face again, I snorted and took Henry's wrist. My grandma seemed to know about the shadows because she didn't ask a thing, probably having found out from the Devins.

"Now that she is younger and put-together again, she has turned back into a demon. Let's go." I pulled him into our room and sat him on the mattress.

I had slept enough; I had eaten something, so it was time. Maybe I was traumatized from two weeks of not using my ability and having no coin with me, but I seriously hesitated, always paranoid that I would lose again what was so important.

Sighing, I took Henry's hand.

I flipped the coin; it turned and floated in the air as I caught it and revealed it in my palm. Black; eyes, ears and heart uncovered; correct future of Henry Devin.

Inside the skyscraper, I lean against a door, observing the inside of an office. As I watch Athena on Kenny's lap, them kissing, them getting needy, I am overcoming with bitterness, unwillingness, and plain pain.

When I can't take it anymore, I clear my throat loudly. 

"Athena, Jordan needs you." I lie. 

Both look at me in a daze before I can see clear outrage on Kenny's face and confusion on the girl's face. 

"Now?" She asks. 

"Now." I confirm. 

She leaves the office, and when Kenny is sure that she is gone, he slams the mahogany table, with his hands tattooed to his knuckles. 

I liked him more with longer hair, but he shaved it off as if he had noticed that I repeatedly tried to touch it.

"WHY HENRY, WHY THE FUCK? EACH AND EVERY TIME?" He hollers at me. 

I chuckle and shrug my shoulders. 

"She was the last one of the team, even of the whole building, who took an interest in me! You know that damn well!" He takes his laptop and smashes it against the edge of the table until it breaks like a cookie. 

"What have you told the other girls? Huh? That I have some sort of sexual disease?" He talks himself into a rage, and even when his negative emotions are hitting me, it is still part of his attention. 

"First the prison, then the fucking lab, then the center. I HAVE ONLY BEEN LOCKED UP SINCE MEETING YOU! ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I CAN'T EVEN GET LAID AFTER BECOMING A FUCKING CHIEF?" He yells and screams while I observe him, waiting and hoping he would get frustrated enough to turn to me. 

I can't let you go, and I can't let you get close to someone else, Kenny.

I just can't. 

He catches his breath before fixing me with his enchanting red eyes; they are all on me. 

"Is it really that? Haven't you promised me, sworn to me, that not only you weren't gay but that you also would forever remain my dog? Never wanting anything beyond that?" 

I chuckle self-mockingly. 

"I'm not gay, and I will never be. I just want you." 

He falls silent for a long time before laughing. 

"Finally decided to shed the pretense? What should I do now, after receiving such a heartfelt confession from my sworn brother, with whom I went through all of it? Huh? Are you making me the fucking bad guy, knowing damn well I don't swing that way?" 

I know he is helpless, embarrassed, he can't deal with it, and flees into anger as he always does. But even then, I like him so fucking much. 

"You fucker had it out for my ass all this time; I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Again, he is the one talking himself into rage. 

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"You know what? Fine. If you love me so much..." He states. 

"Bend over the table." He means it as a test or as a joke; but ultimately, he still doesn't believe me; so damn paranoid.

Even if the position is the opposite from what I truly desire, need, and crave, everything is fine as long as I can touch him, and he touches me, as long as he is seeing me. I bet twenty thousand bucks he thinks I would feel offended and run away. 

I laugh, the euphoria clearly audible even to myself, as I walk to him, never breaking eye contact, placing my hands on the table, bending down a bit.

"Are you fucking kidding me??!" He roars in disbelief. 

"Kenny, use me," I whisper, staring at him. 

It is time now, time to make him furious enough to take a step that can never be undone. I can't wait another minute, hell, not even another second. 

"As long as I live, I won't let you fuck anyone ever again. Either I tell them bullshit about you, or I kill them; it doesn't matter to me."

"Either you use me, or you go back to being a virgin because you will never see a fucking hole again in your life." I smile at him in challenge. 

He slams the table again before kicking the wall, making a big hole in it, cursing endlessly. 

"Deeper! Bend down deeper, you motherfucker! You think I won't do it? FUCK!" He yells, and I oblige. 

He comes to me, and my heart nearly kills me by beating so tremendously. 

He pulls my pants down, and I shudder when I feel his fingers; when he spits on them to get me moist. 

I am so damn hard just because of the fact that I would have sex with him, regardless of the way it is happening. 

I don't care as long as it is the two of us who do it. 

One of his fingers penetrates me, and I exhale loudly. 

"Kenny." I groan. 

"Shut the fuck up! I am trying to imagine that you are a girl!" He is still angry, making me laugh. 

"SHUT IT!" He yells, and I do as told. 

He is not hurting me at all; no matter how angry he is, he loosens me up; he wants me to be ready to take him in.

He wants it; he wants me; me. 

It feels foreign, but they were his fingers, and that is all that matters.

Yet, the thought that I could loosen him up the same way he does me is what nearly makes me come. 

Then I feel his erection against my ass, and I rejoice once again. 

Contrary to the scene years ago, he went hard, he went rock hard, and that... for me. 

Next, he stops and walks to his desk, rummaging through the drawers. 

I don't dare to look up, horrified that he will stop, send me out, and get himself a woman. 

But then he returns; he puts his fingers in me again, but this time with way more moisture. I nearly broke into ecstatic laughter upon realizing that he just went for lube. 

After using remarkably much on me, the moment finally came; he pushes into me slowly, cautiously, and then I hear him moan. 

The crazy desire built up over all these years breaks out, and I have to give my damn best to not turn around and take him. 

He moans for me, for his dog, for the person he had hated for so long.

More surprisingly, it feels good; being connected feels right. 

I shiver, and he does as well when he is fully inside me. 

I have taken him in, and when he moves again, the taboo, the success, the infatuation—everything inside me, implodes, explodes– fuck, I can't even name the state I am in as he fucks me, takes me, and gives me a new identity as someone he uses for sex, someone he just gets hard for....or....

Or that of his lover.

Regardless.

Just give me everything you can, Kenny, and I will take it.

I'll take it all.