a short chaptered fic to bring my angsty heart solace.. Krist a married man,tortured in an abusive marriage which is all sparkly to the world, a man in search of some peace of heart..meets Singto , man carefree and fun, . their paths collide to bri...
" it's our love Singto , I got so worried when he took such long time in the washroom and then seeing him ok, I just couldn't control myself . Even a minute of separation from him while living under the same roof is intolerable for me . Krist knows how much I love him..don't you krist."
Krist nods again, Singto feels in his heart so much dread and so many questions , why doesn't the younger say anything , he is living almost a slave life ! He is the diplomat's Son and also such a famous musician, how is phi Nuwa having this absolute control over him ! Singto decides he needs to find out the reason soon, then only he can be able to do something for him.
He understands his phi Nuwa in and out and all this facade of love, is doing nothing for him when he has already seen krist drinking the night away or the scared doe eyes which met him through the mirror or right now, the shivering younger trying to keep himself together through the humiliation and assault he has just been subjected to.
" Krist let's go back to our room babe, and you take rest while I finish my teeny weeny shooting and come . Singto, you are also not well today. Why don't you paint him in the evening when I come back , he will feel better that time too."
" phi, washroom is not the place to speak. But, you are right, I will let nong rest for now , I will draw him in the afternoon for sometime. The grand piano room looks absolutely stunning with the sunrays streaming through the open window. I will address him as nong only phi Nuwa, is this address and arrangement for the afternoon can get your seal of approval pls .." Singto surely knows how to play his cards..
" hey hey, you can definitely call him nong, he is two years junior to you, and you can paint him in the afternoon if he is feeling ok, after lunch .. he hardly had breakfast.. ohh my poor baby is shivering.. let me get you back to our bed baby fast and finish what we started, what say ? I know you will love that babe, you love me so much right?" And without expecting any answer , he starts dragging krist outside with his arms, who follows obediently with his head down, already knowing and dreading what awaits him in the bedroom.
Singto realises he has bitten his own lower lip raw.. while watching the scene getting played in front of his eyes. Something about krist has completely stumped him . Though he hardly knows this young musician, he is in-fact, practically a stranger , his brother's husband that's it! But the atrocities he is facing at Singto's own house and under his parents noses and he is sure with their knowledge, boils his blood .
It's like history is repeating itself. He has himself been never sexually exploited by his brother or father obviously, but he has faced severe physical and emotional bullying to maximum, reaching a point where he used to do self harm and also thoughts of suicide . His painting and running away from home had saved him, years before but he still shivers with Nuwa standing close . The dark memories of past closing in on him..
His mother, as usual, was just a spectator in everything. It's a full patriarchal household , the Rungroj mansion. No woman had or will have any say ever and his mom is just another woman among the countless woman his father keeps. She has the legal title that's all it is! At least today, for the first time she gathered courage to show her love towards him openly, may be the glasses of lies she has always worn about Nuwa got broken with the arrival of krist.
Singto comes out of the washroom and as expected only his mom remains at the breakfast table, awaiting with his food .
" do you want congee Singto, you were in washroom for a long time . You hardly had anything, the doctor is coming for krist, why don't you show yourself too."
" doctor is coming for him? Who called ?"
" I did . Moment Nuwa came out with him I informed him that the Doctor is on his way. Nuwa went storming out, but the boy needs medical help not what Nuwa..." his mom doesn't finish her sentences, Singto can clearly make out the pain in her expressions.
" mom.. where is krist. May I speak to him."
" he is resting at the guest room. He has no strength to go upstairs also and your brother wanted to have intercourse with him I guess, just like all other Rungroj men. They never really think about their partners consent or health state when they want a bed warmer! ." She speaks the last words in utter hatred, shocking Singto who stares at her dumbfounded.
She quickly goes away excusing herself after the uttered, in heat of the moment words, understanding the grave implications of the sentences she spoke to her own younger son.
Singto makes his way to the guest room, trying not to think about the words spoken by his mom. He feels shaken inside and as he nears the door of the guest room his inner depth of despise towards his father and brother grows manifold.. he slowly opens the door and stops short at seeing the beauty lying on the bed in deep sleep.
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He approaches the sleeping form, his feet taking a life of their own, krist looks so untainted, so pure like this. Singto feels his heart clenching as he remembers the moans of the younger and then the scene that greeted him.. for two years this man is accepting everything that his brother is unleashing on him .. why? What is that which holds him a sex prisoner in this mansion, which was supposed to be his home?
The questions remains unanswered as the man sleeps on.. and the older young man just cannot look away ..
"you are so beautiful."
no wonder his phi Nuwa is so possessive of him , the man is more desirable in person, a thousand pictures on the tabloids can't do justice to the flawless beautiful man sleeping on the bed . Singto sighs as his fingers automatically touches the luscious locks, and starts moving through them as the owner doesn't even move an inch ... all sense of right and wrong getting mixed up.. Singto understands he has delved into a forbidden sea.. and he doesn't even know swimming..
The touch on his hair doesn't awaken krist but takes away the nightmare , his features soften and a smile appears on his bruised pink lips, after almost eons of time, he is taken away from the black and white of his nightmares and starts dreaming a colourful dream..
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A/n :: next will come the painting,.. Singto is falling already🥰🥰🥰
