Their arrival in the Philippines was marked by a tense silence. Sebastian stalked off the plane, pointedly ignoring Loki, even as they soared above the clouds.  Bigat na bigat ang hangin sa pagitan nila dahil sa mga nangyari.

"Seb!" Loki called, his voice carrying a note of concern that was barely masked by a familiar possessiveness.  But Sebastian didn't turn, his face hardened. He'd had enough. He was done. Ayaw niyang sumabay kay Loki sa sasakyan; nakakatakot ang aura nito.

"Give me that fucking gun," Loki said to his bodyguards, his voice low and dangerous. He snatched the weapon, the metallic weight familiar and comforting in his hand.  With practiced ease, he fired two shots into the ground near Sebastian's feet.  "Don't move," he uttered, his voice a dangerous purr.  Sebastian didn't flinch.

Lumingon si Sebastian, malamig at matigas ang tingin. "That's not going to scare me," mariin niyang sabi, puno ng pigil na galit ang boses.

"We need to talk," Loki said, taking a step closer.  His concern was evident, but so was the possessive glint in his eyes.

"We have nothing to talk about," Sebastian replied, his voice flat, emotionless.  Loki took another step, the distance between them shrinking.

He inhaled deeply before speaking. "You're confusing me, Loki. I have no fucking idea who you really are."

Loki remained silent, his gaze intense, searching.

"Kailangan ko nang bumalik sa trabaho," sabi ni Sebastian, walang halong emosyon ang boses. "I'm sure you enjoyed the time I gave you."  Parang pagtataboy na may bahid ng pang-iinis.

Loki's mood darkened. "What the fuck do you mean?"

Sebastian chuckled bitterly. "Didn't you get it? I only gave you that time to leave me alone.  I gave you what you wanted, right? So leave me alone and don't bother me ever again."

Loki's laughter was short, sharp, dangerous.  His jaw tightened. "What the fuck?! So all this time you were pretending to give me what I wanted?!" He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable.  He faced Sebastian again, his voice dangerously low. "You're telling me…you just…forgot what happened?"

Sebastian smirked, a sly, dangerous curve of his lips. He nodded. "I was just pretending. I'm a police officer. I would never want you, Loki Cartevill."

Loki's hands moved with terrifying speed, his fingers closing around Sebastian's throat.  "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Sebastian's jaw tightened. Naramdaman niya ang mga daliri nito sa leeg niya, mas lalong dumiin sa balat niya.

"C'mon, Sebastian. You don't want to see me angry. Choose your words carefully."  His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were now cold, sharp, and dangerous.  A devilish glint shone in their depths.  Sebastian's eyes widened in shock as he saw the full extent of Loki's fury. 

"G-get y-your h-hand off me…" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

"You're coming with me, baby," Loki said, his voice dangerously low.

Sebastian's mind raced. This was not good.

Loki scooped him up as if he weighed nothing, his strength terrifying.  The jaws of the flight attendants and the onlookers dropped as they witnessed the scene.

"I'm not going!" Sebastian shouted, clinging to the car door as if it were a lifeline.  He was like a child refusing to go home.  "Ah!" he screamed as Loki shoved him into the car.  The driver sped away.

Sebastian's face darkened. Why wouldn't Loki leave him alone? He took a deep breath. "Stop the fucking car."

Loki shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Say that again. You know I'm counting every single 'fuck' you throw at me. Twelve rounds? Do you think you can handle that? I warned you, didn't I? Don't say 'fuck' if you don't want me to fuck you hard until you can't walk anymore."

Sebastian's jaw tightened. "You're a fucking horny man—I didn't say 'fuck'…fuck! Shut up! You're just making me angrier!"

Loki chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. "As if I wouldn't stop fucking you tonight. Be prepared. I won't be gentle this time."

Was that supposed to scare him? It did, a little.

"No more fucking, Loki," Sebastian said, his voice strained.

Loki grinned wickedly. "Really? I don't think so."

"I don't know what's got into you, and why you're so obsessed with my body. Am I that sexy?"

"I'm the sexiest man alive, baby. You haven't seen my glorious body yet. Remember? You always faint whenever we…do it."

Sebastian glared. "Stop talking about that."

"Then stop denying things, Seb."

They fell silent, the tension thick in the air, until they reached Loki's penthouse.  Sebastian wasn’t surprised; he’d half-expected it.  Thankfully, there was no red room.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  He was confused by Loki's behavior. Loki was one of the Seven Mafias in London, and Sebastian knew it. But who was the boss?  Sebastian was sure there was someone above Loki.

"You need to rest," Loki said, his voice breaking through Sebastian's thoughts.

"Y-yeah," Sebastian mumbled, collapsing onto the sofa. He covered his eyes, his hand instinctively going to his bruised side.  The pain from Leandro’s kicks was still sharp, a constant, throbbing reminder of the brutal fight. He was lucky to be alive.

Loki's voice was soft, almost tender. "Does it hurt? Want me to heal it?"  He sounded as if he possessed some magical power.

"No," Sebastian said, his voice flat and emotionless.

"C'mon, you look like you're hurting," Loki said, sitting beside him.  He gently lifted Sebastian's shirt, his fingers tracing the angry purple bruises on his side.

"Fuck! Stop doing that!" Sebastian snapped, his eyes flashing.  He glared at Loki, but Loki didn't stop, his touch gentle yet possessive.

Loki leaned down, his lips brushing against Sebastian’s skin.  "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with a genuine remorse that surprised Sebastian.

"Why are you apologizing?" Sebastian asked, his voice betraying a hint of confusion.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't pushed you, you wouldn't be hurting now," Loki said, referring to the bruises.

"Tsk. Whatever. Let me rest," Sebastian mumbled, turning away.

"Mind if I stay here? Beside you?" Loki asked, his voice a low murmur.

Sebastian didn't answer, didn't even bother to look at him. Loki didn't stop massaging Sebastian's side, his gaze lingering on his body. He could see the extent of Sebastian's injuries, the deep bruises, the raw wounds.  Minutes later, he heard Sebastian's soft snores.

He must have been exhausted.


SEBASTIAN woke with a start, his head throbbing.  "I'll call you when I get there," he heard Loki say, his voice on the phone.  He looked up to see Loki at the dining table, talking on the phone.  Who was he talking to?  Was he meeting someone?

He took a deep breath, got up, and went to the kitchen, his stomach rumbling.  "Fuck!" he swore, the sound sharp and sudden as he dropped a glass jar.  "What the—" His eyes widened as he saw the bullets scattered on the floor.

"Careful. Those are for protection, baby," Loki said, his eyes meeting Sebastian's.

"I know what those are, I'm a police officer, remember?" Sebastian said, picking up the bullets before handing them back to Loki. He grabbed a banana and returned to the sofa.

"That's all you're going to eat?" Loki asked, placing the bullets on the table, his gaze fixed on Sebastian and the banana he was eating.

"Yeah," Sebastian said, a small smile playing on his lips. Loki's heart melted at the sight.

"Stop staring at me," Sebastian said, his cheeks flushing slightly.

Loki smiled seductively. "Oh shit, Sebastian! You're making me horny."

Sebastian choked on his banana. "What the fuck? Me? Making you horny? What the fuck did I do? I just ate a banana—"

"I have a banana too. Want to try it? It's long and thick, baby. You've seen it before, but…" Loki paused, then casually undid his shirt.  "I think I'm gonna eat yours first."

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Not again."

"Yes."

"Nope. I don't want to." Loki paused, surprised by Sebastian's resistance. "It's tiring, you know. Twelve rounds?  Duh, I'm human, not a toy."

Loki's face darkened. "You're not a toy. You're my baby."

"Call me 'baby' again, and I'll punch you," Sebastian warned.

"Maybe later.  Take a shower first. Want to do it together?"

"In your dreams—"

"You're my only dream and reality, baby," Loki said softly.

"And you're my nightmare! Shut up!"

"Aw, my baby's so cute," Loki teased.

"Loki!"

"Yes, baby?"

"Stop calling me that! Argh!"

"Why would I? I like calling you 'baby.' I want to hear you call me 'daddy' while begging for more rounds, Seb. Oh, fuck!" He grinned. "That would be interesting and exciting."

"Stop talking!" Sebastian shouted. "It's disgusting!"

Loki chuckled. "You look so cute when you're angry. I like that."

Sebastian's cheeks reddened. "I'm not cute, I'm handsome."

"Oh yeah? What do you call me?"

"A fucking horny pervert jerk man. Yeah, that's what I call you."

"Fucking? Hmm, sounds good," Loki murmured, unzipping his pants.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Shut up. I'm going to shower."