Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“Getting tired yet?” Eunho taunts, though I can hear the strain in his voice. His chest heaves with exertion as he circles Dohwan, long hair now plastered to his forehead with sweat.
Dohwan doesn't waste breath on a response. His jaw is clenched tight, face gleaming with perspiration in the firelight. He launches another assault—three rapid bursts of flame that Eunho barely manages to evade.
The display is mesmerizing. Dangerous. Beautiful. Fire streams and arcs between them like liquid gold, lighting up the training field brighter than day. The raw power they're channeling makes the air shimmer with heat waves. My skin tingles with the residual energy.
But neither gains the upper hand. For every blast Dohwan launches, Eunho has a counter. When Eunho presses forward, Dohwan slips away like smoke. They're too evenly matched, they move the same way, schooled the exact same way.
Minutes stretch into what feels like hours. Their movements grow slightly slower, their reactions a fraction delayed. Sweat darkens their shirts and drips from their faces. Still, neither shows signs of yielding.
My muscles coil with tension as I watch. At this rate, they'll drain themselves completely before either claims victory. The stubborn idiots would rather collapse than admit defeat.
Eunho's chest heaves as he creates a wall of flame, pushing it toward Dohwan. Dohwan disperses it with a slash of his hand, but I catch the slight tremor in his fingers. They're both reaching their limits, yet pride keeps them going.
The fight shows no signs of ending. They circle each other, panting heavily but refusing to back down. Their powers flare and clash in an endless cycle, neither able to overcome the other's defenses.
I grip the edge of the bleacher as Eunho's rhythm falters. His next dodge comes a fraction too slow, and Dohwan seizes the opening like a striking snake. My breath catches as they abandon their fire display for raw physical combat.
Fists and feet blur in the darkness. The sounds of impact echo across the field—flesh meeting flesh, grunts of exertion, the scuff of boots on grass.
I rise to my feet as Dohwan's fist connects with Eunho's jaw in a devastating blow.
Before Eunho can recover, Dohwan sweeps his legs out from under him.
My pulse thunders as Dohwan straddles Eunho's hips, pinning him to the ground.
The position mirrors how I pinned Dohwan in our match, and heat floods my cheeks at the memory.
Dohwan captures both of Eunho's wrists in one hand, forcing them above his head while conjuring a ball of dancing flames in his other palm.
The fire casts harsh shadows across their faces as he holds it above Eunho threateningly.
Silence falls over the field. Their harsh breathing fills the air as they lock eyes in an intense staredown. Neither moves for several long seconds, until finally Eunho's jaw clenches.
“I yield,” he grits out between heavy breaths.
My shoulders relax slightly as Dohwan extinguishes his flame and releases Eunho's wrists. He stays straddling him as Eunho pushes up onto his elbows, their gazes still locked in silent communication.
My muscles coil with tension as Eunho suddenly surges upward. I expect another attack, my mouth opening to shout at them to stop—but the words die in my throat as Eunho grabs Dohwan's hair and crushes their mouths together in a fierce kiss.
I can't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me. My breath catches as Dohwan's fingers twist in Eunho's shirt, not to push him away as I expected, but to drag him closer. A deep, primal growl rumbles from Dohwan's chest as he claims Eunho's mouth with savage intensity.
My face flushes hot as I watch them battle for control with lips and teeth and tongue.
The raw passion between them ignites something molten in my core.
Dohwan shoves Eunho back against the grass, pinning him down as their kiss turns fierce and demanding.
The sight of my two mates devouring each other sends electricity racing down my spine.
Everything clicks into place—all those heated glares, the constant competition, the way they orbit each other even when fighting.
What I thought was pure rivalry burns with an entirely different kind of fire.
Their hands roam possessively over each other's bodies as years of tension finally explodes between them.
I grip the bleacher rail harder, my knuckles white as Dohwan breaks the kiss to drag his mouth down Eunho's throat. Eunho arches into him with a gasp that makes heat pool low in my belly. The naked want on their faces as they stare at each other makes my head spin.
I've completely misread their dynamic. What I interpreted as hatred was really frustrated desire, their aggression masking a deeper hunger. The evidence is clear in the way they touch each other now—familiar, desperate, like they’ve imagined this countless times before.
My own desire catches me off guard, building with each possessive touch and heated kiss I witness. I never thought watching my two mates together would affect me like this, but the sight of them finally giving in to their attraction sends arousal coursing through my veins.
Every assumption I had about their relationship shatters as Dohwan claims Eunho’s mouth again in a kiss that’s pure dominance and need. Their passion for each other blazes brighter than any flames they wielded in their duel, and I’m helpless to look away.
Eunho and I burst through the door of my apartment in a whirlwind of adrenaline and breathlessness. Soot lifts his head from his spot by the couch, his eyes glowing with curiosity as he watches us storm in.
“Shoo,” I tell him, waving my hand. “You don't want to be in the way for this.”
He whines softly but obeys, bounding to the door of his room. I turn back to find Dohwan already shrugging out of his shirt as he steps through the front door, his eyes fixed on Eunho with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken.
Eunho holds his gaze, a smug smile curving his lips as he backs toward the bedroom, matching Dohwan's advance step for step. The air crackles with electricity as they stalk each other, their rivalry taking on a new dimension now that the barriers between them have fallen.
Dohwan's eyes narrow as he lunges, grabbing a handful of Eunho's hair and yanking him close. “This has been a long time coming,” he growls, his voice rough with pent-up desire. “I'm not going to go easy on you.”
Eunho's smile turns insolent. “Good. I wouldn't want you to.”
Dohwan shoves him backward, not breaking eye contact as he pushes him into the bedroom. I follow, my heart pounding as Dohwan slams Eunho down onto the bed. He pauses, his eyes flicking to me as I lean against the doorframe, my breath coming faster at the sight before me.
“You want me to stop?” Dohwan asks, his voice strained. “Or do I finally get to fuck him the way I've wanted to since we were fifteen?”
I hold up my hands, bemused by the question. “I have no objections.” I grin, feeling a rush of heat at the thought. “As long as I get to watch.”
Dohwan's eyes glitter with dark intent as he turns his attention to Eunho. “Strip.”
Eunho's lip curls in a silent snarl, but he complies, slowly peeling off his shirt to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest. My breath catches at the sight of his bare body, the play of muscle beneath smooth, golden skin.
His nipples tighten into hard peaks as Dohwan's gaze rakes over him, and I can see the pulse beating rapidly in his throat.
Dohwan's eyes gleam with predatory hunger as he takes in Eunho's exposed body. His cock strains against the fabric of his pants, the outline of his erection clear beneath the thin material. My own arousal spikes as I think of what it's like to touch him, to taste him.
Dohwan's irises start to glow with a faint orange light as he moves forward on the mattress, closing the distance between them. He leans in, his mouth a hair's breadth from Eunho's as he reaches down and wraps his hand around Eunho's cock.
Eunho hisses through his teeth at the contact, his hips jerking involuntarily. Dohwan's hand is tight around him, his thumb stroking the sensitive tip as he slowly pumps his fist. Eunho's breath comes faster as Dohwan tortures him with slow, deliberate strokes.
Dohwan's lips curve in a wicked smile as he watches Eunho's reaction. He grips Eunho's jaw, claiming his mouth in a kiss that's hard enough to bruise. I wince at the force behind it, but Eunho doesn't seem to mind. He kisses back with equal fervor, his hands tangling in Dohwan's hair.
Dohwan breaks the kiss to drag his mouth down Eunho's throat, scraping his skin with his fangs. Eunho shivers at the sensation, his hips rocking into Dohwan's hand. Dohwan nips at his pulse point, marking him with his teeth as he continues to stroke his cock.
Eunho moans, his head falling back to expose his throat as Dohwan's mouth works its way lower. Dohwan grips one of Eunho's nipples between his teeth, biting down sharply enough to draw blood. Eunho jerks beneath him, his hands tightening in Dohwan's hair as a strangled sound escapes his throat.
Dohwan releases his nipple with a satisfied smirk, his tongue flicking out to taste the blood. He continues to stroke Eunho's cock, his hand moving faster now as Eunho's hips rock into his touch. Eunho's breath comes in harsh pants, his eyes sliding closed as pleasure washes over his face.
Dohwan abruptly grips Eunho by the back of the neck, using the grip to slam him flat onto the mattress. Eunho's eyes fly open, his breath catching as Dohwan pins him to the bed, his hips thrust up into the air.
“Got any lube?” Dohwan's voice scrapes raw against my nerves. His gaze burns hotter than the fingers currently digging into Eunho's hips.
I cross to my bedside drawer, wood scraping against wood as I yank it open. The nearly-full bottle clatters against hair ties and spare chargers. “Catch.”