We're separated by walls. Concrete ones. Emotional ones too—but it's the vents that really piss me off.
What's really getting on my nerves is this system. I am trapped in a room, near Luther, with a small ventilation gap that only allows our pheromones to come in.
He can't hear me, 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 omega and I can even look at the one I am doing this for?
Unfair.
Outrageous.
Fucking hell.
Emiliano proposed the idea of me switching. It was the only way he agreed to let me 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 me 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 Syndrome in the week he spent with Emiliano.
They are too relaxed.
Too comfortable.
Too much like an old married couple.
And that just rubs me the wrong way.
" Why did you bring him into this?"
"I didn't think you would actually prefer to be alone with me. But I guess I should have known better- given what happened last time."
"It meant nothing. You probably laced my food."
"You know the truth, Luther. You wanted me. 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 legs for me."
"Keep telling yourself that story."
"Why did you kiss me 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 fuck his kidnapper.
Emiliano ended his call before Luther had the chance to explain.
A moment of silence took over.
"Why did you kiss him?"
"Killian? You can hear me?"
"Clear as day."
"Huh?"
The fact that I need to yell, makes me 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 moment of silence, yet for me seemed like an eternity.
Did he not hear me?
Fuck, this is so humiliating.
"I don't know. I-"
He took a moment to steady his shaky breath.
"I kissed you too. My kissing doesn't mean all that."
"It meant something to me."
He laughed. It sounded more like a guttural sob.
"It did not. When I first met you, you smelled like you were advertising for a whorehouse. We met three times in total: one on the arranged date my father made me go to, one in the lobby of the hotel when you saw me with Claus and when you- you helped me out with your aunt's blackmail."
"What about the meeting in your hotel room?"
"You and Claus were drunk out of your mind, fighting over me. Pathetic. One disappeared for over a decade and you- you saw me just one time."
"And yet, the next time we saw each other, you kissed me."
"As a thank you."
"Did you kiss Emiliano as a thank you too?"
Nothing.
Silence.
Fuck, 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 enjoyment, you would actually learn."
"You're not a weed. Teach me."
"Hah, sure."
"I am serious"
"How am I supposed to do it through a bricked wall? And who says I wanna kiss you?"
"Talk me 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 me feel like I'm bleeding out in slow motion—and I get hard.
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 sex with you?"
"I would call it community service."
A laugh.
I feel like my pants are about to explode.
His breath is shattered by the laughter. And I am way too into it.
"So kiss me"
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 me, I wouldn't just conquer you."
"Like you could"
"The river of saliva you let out last time 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?"
"Someone's gotta do it and you're bad at it."
"Am I?"
"The worst."
He's enjoying himself.
Teasing me, edging me.
"So all that teasing for just a peck?"
"Someone 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 touch 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 anytime, 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 pulsing 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."