Uprising Of The Cannon Fodders

Chapter Twenty Two

There were two figures within the darkness with only traces of light. One was standing over what seems to be a coffin and was cloaked by the surrounding darkness, while the other was a stream of energy that flowed together to form a human shape, gender unknown. 

"Master, the master host is...."

 "I'm aware."

 "Master, the speed the master hosts recovering of the fragments is going too fast. I'm afraid it would bring harm to him. Maybe it's better to take it slow."

"We don't have time for that. You think I enjoy seeing him like that, unaware of what is going on around him, and the possibility that I may bring him to harm."

 "But unfortunately, I have to do the hard way, if not he may not exist anymore, I can't bear to lose him, the last time I barely made it through, but if you think I risk losing him again, your wrong."

"But …"

"Enough!" With that the cloaked figure wheeled around to face the stream of energy, "your task to ensure that his recovering of the fragments goes and possible, it's not your place to question my methods, no harm has befallen him yet, it's your job to ensure nothing goes wrong. So do your duty and never question me again. Do you understand?" 

 "Yes, master."

 "Good, get out of my sight, and stay out of it."

 The stream of energy, suddenly winked out of existence as if it never existed, to begin with. The cloaked figure once more turned to the coffin place upon a stone stand curved with unknown patterns and language on dark material. The coffin itself was cloaked in the surrounding darkness. The only thing noticeable was that it was made of ice.

 The cloaked figure slowly putting its head on top of the coffin for quite some time before lifting it, the figure started fading away but not speaking, "wait for it love, I will make you who you should have been before you were destroyed."

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Yoshiki woke up slowly, not sure at first why, but then he realized something was tickling his nose. He smiled to himself when it came back to him, very clearly, whose soft hair his nose was buried in, whose scent filled his senses, and whose body was pressed against him.

"Kenchiki," he murmured, nuzzling the short hair at the back of his brother's neck.

He slowly remembered what happened last evening, but he comes to terms with it. He didn't know what had come over him, but he knew that if he didn't do what he did then, he would have most likely have been killed. Sure, he felt the need to kill before, many times in his original life, but he felt a bit unsettled by his actions. He threw his thoughts into the back of his mind. It was him or that assassin, and he lived because he fought for his life. In a world like this, it's better to kill first than be killed first.

He closed his eyes and deep breath in his brother scent it was unique, earthy, and yet smokey like with a hint of a sweet and cold scent, he knows he smelled somewhere but he doesn't remember where exactly, nevertheless it's his favorite smell in the universe, remembering the night before the original and his brother, he couldn't help but look the memories over. 

 He allowed himself to lose himself in the smell and the body pressed against him; he felt his drooping, about to fall asleep again only for sleep to disappear, Yoshiki placed his hand on his brother's hip, trying to shift him forward a bit, the memory of the s*x, along with their positions was doing bad things to him.

Originally, he was planning to wait after finishing his missions and possibly make a move then when it was more convenient, and the male protagonist was out of the picture, but his body thought that was now, which was not convenient at all.

They barely spent much time together, not to mention the time they spent together. He didn’t care all that much about the fact that Kenchiki was his adopted brother, they were not blood related in anyway.

All his thoughts come to a screeching halt when his brother shifted in his sleep and pressed back against him. Looking down at his brother, he sighed in relief when he saw he was still asleep. Unfortunately, it was short-lived, because not a minute later he pressed back on to him.

 "Now that could be a problem." Yoshiki groaned softly.

 "Mm." Kenchiki didn't wake up, but sighed in his sleep, letting out a sleepy grumble, before settling back down to sleep. 

Sighting in relief, Yoshiki notice just how tensed his brother's shoulders looked, it looked painful with the noticeable knots in his shoulders and his back, feeling pain from just looking at them, he lifted his right hand and touched his right shoulder which seemed to have a lot of tension in it, feeling the muscles and how tightly clenched they were he couldn't help but feel heartbroken over it, it was a proof of how much pressure he carried all alone by himself all these years, male lead or not, he was still a human being, and we all need help and people who will take care of us wholeheartedly, no wonder the male protagonist could twist him around his little finger, just thinking about made him clench his hands in jealous and hate, he first needs to capture this man's heart again and then he will deal with those useless characters that are trying to escape their folds.

 Removing his brothers shoulder, he slowly rolled off the bed to not disturb his brothers sleep, he softly headed for the walking closet, pick out a white muscle t-shirt and black pants, he headed for the bathroom, first brushing his teeth, taking a shower, then shaving, he was finished rather quickly with his morning routine, before he left the bathroom he got the moisturizer cream he just used after shaving and left the bathroom.

Looking at the person who has twisted the entire duvet around himself in the time he was gone, he just shook his head and perched on the edge of the and started the slow process of untwisting his brother, after finally accomplished it with hard work.

Gently moving his brother to his back, he opened the bottle of cream and put some on his hands, rubbing them together to warm them, he put his hand on his brothers back and slowly and gently massaged his fingers into knots within the muscles that were the worst in his body, especially his shoulders and the area underneath.

He was n***d on his top half which comes in handy now, seeing the tattoo again he rubbed at it gently before smiling to himself, he looked at the exposed skin before his eyes, and drank it in like a stirring man, with no guilt, even as he slowly pressed his fingertips from his neck to the arch of his spine, he wondered if his brother would wake up if he bit into his neck, would he feel pain or pleasure, was his preference different from his past life, seeing as his thoughts were entering dangerous territory, he finished up his massage, he looked at the boneless man on the bed and smiled, he leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

He stood up to go make breakfast for his brother and himself. He quietly left the room and shut the door. The man on the bed's eyes snapped open, he lifted his hand to cheek and chuckled lowly.