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"So you can't get anything at all?"
The tone of someone who was usually calm and always diplomatic now sounded so angry that it made him uneasy. The tea in the cup in front of him was getting colder because he was in no mood to continue sipping it since he saw his son come home looking like a street dog.
"I am trying..."
"What do you get when you try it?" That sentence didn't sound like a question. It could be called criticism or an expression of disappointment. "I never cared whether you tried a lot or a little. What matters, in the end, is whether you succeeded or not?"
"I apologize."
"Almost ten years," said the host firmly, looking at his helpless son with a rarely seen expression of annoyance. "I gave you time to come out, gave you all your freedom. I let you survive for ten years because I thought you could finally do what you said."
"..."
"And look what you got in the end!!"
The sound of a slap on the table echoed throughout the office. This made the subordinates walking at the front of the room shocked, because if it wasn't for something very big, the calm master would not show such anger. Therefore, it could be assumed that the return of one of his sons today did not bring as good news as expected.
"You said you didn't want to force it. You promised me that you would make him love you. Then why are you saying now that you can't do it?!" The old man shouted loudly, while the eldest son could only lower his head and look down and take a deep breath with the feeling of wanting to disappear from here forever.
He didn't want to know anything anymore. The fact that his relationship with Babe had collapsed with no way to recover was enough to make him despair. Today, he still had to stand by and let his father scold him and treat him like a dog. He thought this would be a punishment for someone as inhuman as him. "Not only did you fail to get him to bear your child, but now... there's nothing left in you. Do you know what you've done?!"
"..."
"Didn't I tell you to be careful with Charlie? Didn't I tell you not to be complacent? Why are you still missing it?"
"I don't think he can steal anyone's advantages anymore. When I sent someone after him last time, they couldn't get the kid."
"I told you, don't be stupid!" The father shouted angrily. Although he thought he raised these children to be the smartest, none of them were as smart as those two children. Charlie and Babe are smart kids and don't think like normal people. If they could be tamed, they would get great benefits. But it was because they were so smart that it was hard to lock a kid like that in a cage. "Do you think someone like Charlie will be stupid and let you follow him so easily? Do you think he dares to fight me like this without any plan at all?"
"..."
"Charlie's not as stupid as you."
Way stood with his head bowed, not knowing what to say. His hands clenched into tight fists as he tried to resist his father's pressure and suppress the anger that emerged from those insulting words. In fact, he usually wasn't one to pay attention to such insults. No matter what his father said when scolding him, he could always let it go.
But this time was different. It was different because among the insults was the child's name. The child he had only seen once since moving into that house more than ten years ago, where he never had the chance to meet him again. But over the past ten years, he had heard his name hundreds of times from his father who would endlessly praise him.
But the praise had never hurt like this before. It wasn't too painful at all until, in the end, it wasn't him who was chosen by the person he loved with all his heart. Babe had chosen that child over him.
Very lucky that person was born special.
"I'll try to find a way—"
"How?" The big man interrupted him with a disdainful look. "There's no way. It's too late now. Even if Babe falls in love with you now, it's useless."
"..."
"The only thing you can do now is change your goals."
"What?" Way, who had been standing with his head bowed, had to look up and look at his father, confused by what the other people were talking about. "How do I change it?"
"We have to get useful people. So...you can change your target, right?"
"What do you mean..."
"Charlie!" The older man said quietly, as if that was already a definite answer, but that answer made Way's eyes widen as if he had been tricked by the devil. "If we can't get Babe, then you have to get Charlie."
"Crazy, I won't do it, Dad!" This time, the person who had been silent had to protest in a solemn manner. "You're telling me to ensnare and have children with Charlie? I'd rather die."
"Here, I'm trying to help you!"
"I know, but I really can't do that," Way pleaded weakly, secretly glancing at Kenta who was standing next to his father's desk for help. He just answered with a gentle shake of the head, "I'll try to find someone else."
"WHO?"
"People with special abilities. I'll try to find him, I promise."
"Do you really think you can negotiate with me like this?"
"Pa, even with Babe, I can't do it. What do you think I can do to Charlie?" Way tried to persuade him as hard as he could, because he would never have sex with that guy. Just the thought of having to take off his clothes in front of each other made him feel so sick he almost threw up. "You know what his abilities are, and now he knows everything about me. There's no way he's going to let me get close to him."
"What if I bring it to you?"
"Pa," Way frowned at his father's refusal to give up. "Even if you send someone to catch him, you can't do it. Otherwise, how could he stay there and deprive Babe of all his senses like this?"
"And who did it wrong?"
"Okay, I made a mistake. I'm sorry."
"I don't want an apology. I want you to have a child with him!"
"But now everything you want is inside Charlie. Why don't you do it yourself?"
Way's thoughts made his father speechless. Of course it wasn't a deep thought, because he was already thinking that one day he would have to make Charlie have children. There was no way he would put that much power in the hands of a kid like Charlie who didn't plan on using it at all. Only, he forgot to consider one simple thing: the fact that he might have other alternatives. This meant that the chances of success also increased.
"That's for sure." said the general in a low voice. Everyone else seemed calmer than before, maybe because he started to see more ways to solve this problem. However, that didn't mean he could escape that easily. "But that doesn't mean you don't have to do anything."
"Dad..."
"If I'm really in trouble, I'll have to take advantage of you."
"Why do you have to use me again? I already gave—"
"Shut up!"
Way, who was about to start a commotion, closed his mouth when he met his father's sharp gaze. Because he was impatient and didn't want to obey orders, he accidentally said something he shouldn't have said, and that made his father even more annoyed.
"Don't forget that you have no right to negotiate," said the father in a low voice as he leaned back in the expensive chair in a commanding manner. "I've given you many chances. But you disappoint me. So now I won't give you another chance to choose."
"..."
"Starting today, you have to go home."
This was the one thing Way didn't want to hear, but it wasn't an unexpected order. Honestly, because he knew he would never succeed with Babe, he had already prepared himself that he would definitely be called home.
"Leave that racing team. You have no reason to stay there anymore."
"Can't I leave after the season is over?"
"Are you sure you want to go back and see that bastard?"
The tall man was shocked by the question. He knew it wasn't a question. He just wanted to mock him. Initially the other party thought that if Way really fell in love with Babe, it would make things easier, but it turned out that Babe didn't feel the same way about him. Now his feelings were completely worthless to that heartless person.
"No, really, I wanted to ask, does Babe still want to see you?" His adoptive father smiled as if Way's feelings were a joke because he had always chased power and money all his life without ever feeling true love. "Go back to a place where you can be useful. Why are you still following his ass?"
"..."
"If you really want Babe, you need to be patient first."
Way frowned slightly, not understanding what he was talking about. His father's expression looked quite satisfied with his own idea. As the keeper of this man's shoes, he had been here for many years. Way believed it definitely wasn't something an ordinary person would think of.
"When I can take care of Charlie, Babe's problems won't be as difficult."
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After an uncertain amount of hours of sleep, Charlie finally opened his eyes and woke up. The tall young man slowly opened his eyes sleepily. His vision was still blurry because his eyelids were closed, only showing darkness for several hours straight. His body slowly woke up from its paralyzed state, part by part, except for his right arm which was now so numb that he couldn't feel anything.
Charlie smiled slightly as he turned around to see what was causing his entire arm to become immobile.
Babe. He was lying there with his mouth wide open.
Very cute.
The tall figure gently placed a kiss on the round forehead of the man lying in his arms with great affection. They played too much last night. By the time they actually went to sleep, it was already light out.
In fact, it wasn't true to say that it was just because they had sex together. He thought, it might be because of the accumulated fatigue they both experienced. During the time they were apart, he'd never slept soundly and he was sure Babe wasn't any different. So, it wasn't strange that on the first night they slept together, they would sleep like this.
After starting to wake up almost completely, Charlie turned his body gently to relieve the tiredness in his body, but he couldn't turn it around as fast as he could. He was a little surprised when he felt a strange sensation under the blanket.
Charlie frowned and opened the blanket covering himself and Babe, a little confused. But once he saw what happened to his body under the blanket, the tall figure had to sigh and couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Even when you sleep, you still can't let go," Charlie groaned softly before moving to kiss the thin cheek gently. He didn't know when Babe put his hand on his dick, but from the looks of it, that definitely wasn't something he'd done recently.
"Umh..." The sleepy man turned his head away from Charlie's touch and groaned softly, annoyed at being disturbed while sleeping.
"Quickly remove your hand, I'm going to the bathroom." The tall figure whispered into Babe's ear before quietly kissing his ear a few more times, hoping that this would make the pervert willing to let go of the thing he loved and cherished. However, the result was quite the opposite. When he realized he was holding something in his hand, he immediately started moving his hand and playing with it until Charlie couldn't help but flinch and tense up. "Umh— P'Babe, don't play around."
"Are you awake?" someone asked hoarsely, still asleep.
"I am awake. If I wasn't, could I talk?"
"I didn't ask you," Babe said quietly before slowly opening his eyes to see Charlie's face. "I asked little Charlie."
"He's awake too."
"You woke up really early. Aren't you tired?"
"Who are you asking?"
"Little Charlie," the older man answered with a deadpan expression. Charlie could only laugh helplessly at Babe's behavior. That person really liked teasing him, especially in ways that other people usually wouldn't. Babe was very good at that. "I just took a break this morning. Why are you still awake?"
"So why are you playing with him? You woke him up yourself."
"Can't I play a little?"
"That's not a toy."
"Oh yeah?" Babe pretended to ask with an innocent face, even though his hand still didn't stop squeezing Charlie junior until he started to get seriously aroused. "I saw little Charlie often used to play with. I thought it was a toy."
"Oh— don't tease me," Charlie groaned softly, pulling Babe into his arms tighter. Until now, they were still facing each other. "If you wake him up, you have to calm him down too."
"What? Haven't done anything yet."
"P'Babe..."
"I'm just playing with little Charlie, you can't be jealous."
"I'm not jealous, but this is making me nervous."
Babe laughed happily at that answer. He moved his face to gently kiss the tip of Charlie's chin, while the hand hidden under the blanket moved along Charlie's cock in an alternating rhythm between squeezing and massaging. In fact, even though at first he didn't realize he was putting his hand on the boy's manhood, when he regained consciousness, his hand not only hadn't let go, but instead moved nimbly. When Babe let him go, he didn't look like a stupid baby at all, so he wanted to find something to tease his stupid son with because it'd been a long time since he teased him.
"Be patient. Growing up requires patience."
"Patience..." Charlie answered in a tired voice, as if he was really fed up with him. However, Babe could detect that the man's jaw tensed from time to time at his touch.
The puppy was really patient.
"Did you sleep well?" Knowing that Charlie was trying to be patient, Babe acted as if he didn't know anything about what Charlie was feeling and spoke with a straight face, making Charlie sigh heavily. "Do you miss the bed?"
"I'm fine. I'm thinking about the bed and the owner of the bed."
"Don't talk sweetly."
"Aren't you asking because you want me to answer like this?"
"Oh, so you really missed me?"
"Oh, yeah— ah... I missed you. I really missed you." The tall figure turned his head away when Babe seemed to have accidentally used too much force on Charlie junior. Babe saw this and quickly relaxed his hands before laughing at Charlie's cute expression.
"Sorry, that wasn't on purpose..." Babe laughed.
"Please take care of me...."
"Is this still not worth it?"
"Do as I took care of you."
"I still don't see you taking care of me."
"...?"
"Usually, you take care of me," Babe pretended to think before pursing his lips slightly and continuing, "but you're rude. Where's the treatment?"
"Who said if I take it slow, you'll sleep?" Charlie's answer immediately made Babe laugh out loud because he really liked talking to him like that.
Did he really believe that? Seriously, how could he fall asleep if every time he had sex with Charlie, his heart beat over 130 bpm? Charlie didn't really think he was going to sleep, did he?
"If one day I fall asleep while having sex with you, will you be angry?"
"I won't be angry"
"Is that true?"
"Yeah," Charlie nodded in response. "But I'm going to practice more to find something that turns you on so you don't fall asleep."
"Wow, you're more determined than when you were racing," Babe laughed before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the tall figure's chest, then moved up and straddled his opponent.
"Are you going to do it?" Charlie asked as he watched Babe pull the blanket down. Babe moved himself down until he was sitting on Charlie's legs and his face was right in the middle of his body.
"I'll do it — as hard as I can," Babe said with a laugh. If he liked it, Charlie would like it, but on the other hand, he would feel sorry for it. He really liked playing with him. Even though he didn't want to tease him, he still wanted to touch him. Charlie often complained that Charlie Junior wasn't a toy, but that didn't mean he couldn't play with it, right?
"Umh..." The voice groaned softly in his throat as the beautiful alpha began to rub his tongue over the head of his cock. He played with it with his tongue, swirling it around for a moment before slowly dragging his tongue all the way to the base, while his hands remained holding, supporting and squeezing skillfully.
"Is this fun?" Babe raised his eyes and looked at Charlie, as he calmly tilted his head and dragged his tongue along the length. "It keeps throbbing..."
"Could it be unpleasant?"
"Yeah. If people weren't good at this, it would be annoying."
"But you're really great," Charlie said, breathing softly. It seemed like this wasn't just to please him, because looking at those sharp furrowed brows, Charlie was definitely horny right now. "Ah— keep playing there... Ah..."
"I know, I will," Babe laughed at the brat who was trying to act like a good boy to him. Charlie seemed to want him to put it in his mouth, but he didn't dare put his hand on Babe's head. Therefore, the big palm could only hover above his head, refusing to come down and touch it. "If you want to hold it, just hold it. Who banned it?"
Once permission was received, a large hand slowly came down and immediately placed itself on Babe's head. But Charlie didn't even need to use pressure from his hands to make Babe do what he wanted, because the beautiful alpha already knew what his stupid boy liked.
Babe opened his mouth before feeling Charlie's hot rod and slowly pushing the head in until it went all the way in and penetrated his throat. Babe responded by sucking his cheek gently, while his tongue moved to play with whatever was in his mouth non-stop. Then, he began to move his head up and down rhythmically, not too slow, not too fast, so as not to let Charlie finish too quickly, but at the same time to keep his emotions from fading as time went by.
"Mmm—your mouth is amazing," Charlie muttered softly as he closed his eyes, enjoying the caresses Babe was giving him. His sharp brows furrowed for a moment as a thrill hit him at Babe's skill. No matter what, Babe could always impress him. "When we're apart, I always miss you, you know?"
"Yes..."
"In the changing room, I want to do it for you..." the tall figure gasped as his large hand gently squeezed a strand of Babe's soft hair. When Charlie answered, Babe sucked the head of his cock so hard that he twitched. "But at that time, you were angry. So I didn't dare ask."
"Umh—" He didn't know whether that was a response or not. Or maybe Babe wasn't listening at all, because now the guy was really enjoying playing with his beloved little Charlie. The sight of Babe rhythmically stroking his cock with his hand, while leaning his cheek against it, was downright raunchy, but Charlie couldn't help but find it cute that Babe acted like he really liked that part of him.
"Do you like it?"
"Umh..." Babe answered immediately before giving little Charlie another kiss, as confirmation. "He's cute."
"You've never complimented me and said I'm cute before. But why do you admire little Charlie?"
"He's cute."
"So I'm not cute?"
"You deserve to be hit!"
"Always like that!" Charlie pursed his lips in a frown. When he thought about it, it was disappointing that Babe rarely praised him as a sweet person. In fact, he always acted sweet to him and he knew that Babe really liked him, but he wanted Babe to tell him he was cute.
"Why? Are you upset?"
"No."
"If you say you're not upset, I'm sure you're not upset. If you want to make peace, you have to say it directly."
"Okay," the boy answered softly when he was caught sulking. Charlie was annoyed, but he didn't want to say it. "I'm a little annoyed."
"Do you want me to praise you?"
"I definitely want it," Charlie answered lazily. "But I don't want you to praise me because I'm upset. I want you to see for yourself."
"I compliment you all the time, don't I? Very clever, Charlie. If you talk too much, you'll die."
"But you never said I was cute. Am I not cute?"
Babe smiled until his cheeks almost burst. Charlie looked at old Babe lying down and frowned as he did something like that between his legs. At this point, Charlie seemed annoyed that Babe didn't say that he was really cute, which really wasn't hard to say at all.
Babe just didn't say it because he thought he fought with the kid a lot, and it always made him realize how cute and sweet he was in his eyes. But from the looks of it, stupid dogs would probably remain stupid dogs all the time. If Babe didn't say anything, then he probably wouldn't know, right? Or really, he already knew, but he was just fussing because he really wanted Babe to tell him.
"Sweet..." Babe answered, blinking his eyes as if it was an easy thing to say. Just because he didn't talk much, that didn't mean he couldn't talk.
"Is that right?"
"That's right, you're cute," the older man confirmed with a relaxed expression before pressing a kiss to the boy's flank once more, as if confirming his own words again. "Otherwise, would I like hugging and kissing you? Yeah, you're cute. That's why you have fangs."
Charlie was a talkative person who always wanted to hear sweet words come out of Babe's mouth, so when he actually heard it, Charlie was transformed. His heart was beating fast as if he had just run a kilometer. The tall figure raised his head, looking at Babe's face as if he wanted to visually confirm once again that Babe said that with true feelings, not just because he wanted to make peace with him.
When he saw Babe looking back at him while winking like that, Charlie immediately felt sure that the person wasn't pretending to make him happy.
"Oh, are you happy?" Babe giggled as he felt some of Charlie's physical reactions. He just looked at him with a strange expression and his ears were red from embarrassment. Little Charlie in his arms had also grown bigger and was throbbing in his hands.
"P'Babe..." Charlie said in a weak voice, embarrassed at being teased by him.
"Okay, I know you like it," said the figure with a smile, before slowly dragging his tongue along little Charlie in his hand, while raising his eyes to look at the tall boy, as if intending to seduce him until he lost. "We should talk more often from now on."
"There's no need to say any more. Don't talk too much!"
"Are you ordering me?"
"Yeah, don't talk too much." Maybe it was because Charlie had always been obedient and sweet to him, so when he acted out towards him, it didn't make Babe feel angry. On the contrary, he still found it very cute.
"Can't I say a little more?"
"What else do you want to say? You're talking too much today."
"Charlie..."
"Don't talk, I don't want to hear." Charlie raised his hands to cover his ears and said, "I didn't hear," over and over like a child teasing his mother like that.
"Don't be annoying."
"I won't listen."
"Charlie..."
"P'Babe, you talk too much!!"
"I love you!"
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