There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 21

It was bad.

It was disastrous.

It was a rapture so wondrous he forgot about all the experiences he had before.

It wasn’t his first time doing it with a guy. It wasn’t his first time doing it with someone younger. Hell, it wasn’t even his first time doing it with a virgin. But why...what was it that made him enraptured in every pleasurable sensation a human could find?

Was it because of how cute the man was, clinging onto him while holding back the pain, and yet refusing to let it end?

Or was it because of the look in those brown eyes, as if Agni was the only flame blazing in the world, and Ron was a wandering firefly?

It was so hypnotizing, so tantalizing, so precious, and before he knew it, Agni had drowned in it. Before he could get a hold of himself, he had jumped over the threshold he built with his own hand. With every caress and kiss, he wanted nothing more than provide the best for the man clinging to him. He wanted nothing more than to pour all the affection his weary mind could procure.

He wanted to make the kid overwhelmed, but he got swept through the mud into the sunlight instead. Into the golden brown wheat field that was both humble and welcoming.

It didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense, unless...there was something more in his brain; something more than physical.

By the end of it, the kid wasn’t a kid anymore. He was a man who pierced a stake of ownership in Agni’s heart.

It was bad. It was disastrous.

"This shouldn’t happen," Agni stared at the sleeping face of the younger man, curling so innocently. Like a moth to a flame, his fingers found their way to the scout’s hair, brushing the stands tenderly. "You shouldn’t be here."

Someone so beautiful, someone so precious...

It was one thing for the younger man to chase after him; Agni was sure Ron would change his mind in the future. As long as he kept rejecting the scout, Ron would get tired and realize there were a lot of better people out there.

But the moment he was palpably reciprocating? No. That would act like a curse that chained both of them there.

"I can’t let you chain yourself to me," Agni whispered painfully; his decision was made at the moment he realized his feelings. "I can’t let myself chain your future to me." _{freewёbnoνel.com}

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Ron felt like he was at the top of the world. No matter how little his experience was, he could tell that someone couldn’t make love that tenderly without any feelings. He knew the berserker wasn’t just going with his whim. There must be something more.

There gotta be.

Even if Agni acted rather coldly afterward, Ron just attributed it to the berserker being in slight denial. After all, Agni still allowed Ron to make coffee in the Captain’s room. Granted, the lack of further touches and kisses was annoying, but it was only a week.

After that kind of night, it was natural for a slight adjustment to take place.

Or so he thought.

"What?"

Ron stared at the paper in front of him in confusion. Confusion and shock. He walked to the Captain’s office in high spirit, because the berserker finally called for him, and it was night. Naturally, the fire of youth in his heart only thought of one thing; the continuation of that night.

Instead, he was greeted by a piece of paper. A bold title read ’DISMISSAL NOTICE’ and his name below it was glaring at him like a nemesis he never knew he had.

With a trembling gaze and shaking hands, he looked at the berserker across the metal table. "What is this?"

"It is as stated," the berserker replied dryly. "You have to go by next week at the latest."

"I can read that--don’t treat me like I’m stupid, you jerk!" Ron slammed the paper to the table, glaring at the berserker. "What the fuck is this? You can’t just dismiss me like that!"

"I can," Agni leaned back on his chair and looked at the scout coldly. "You’re never a formal personnel, only a probation member. And I have decided that you are not fit for the job, Ronan Hertz."

Shattered by the look Agni usually used to adress a stranger, Ron gritted his teeth. "Don’t you call me by my name at a time like this," he hissed. "Don’t fuck with me, Agni Khan!"

Not after that night full of passion and everything outside of lust. There was no way Ron could just accept it. And he hated--hated the way Agni just kept looking at him with those numb eyes he found the first time they met.

It was like everything he had been painstakingly built was crumbling apart.

"Why?!" he slammed the table again. "You tasted me and after feeling satisfied you throw me away?!"