Trigger warning: Domestic violence ahead. The reader's discreet is advised.

Set in 1985s...

Mature content ahead.
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Kongpob heard the chirping of cicadas from the woods nearby. He gulped down his perched throat and hung another shirt on the string. Cliping it to dry under the scorching sun. He wished he had a glass of chilled water or juice. A little rest. He felt so tired, thirsty and hungry... He forgot if he had any breakfast. He just can't recall.

"Kongpob..."

Kong looked over his shoulder, hearing the disembodied woman's voice. To find a very fresh looking face of his mother in law, Layna. She looking at him with a blank face, like always. Wearing a blue floral dress.

Kong didn't reply to the call, but he turned fully towards the back porch of the house. Facing it and continuing to gulp down lumps.

"It's been ages since you got here for the laundry..." Layna uttered in a clipped tone. "Bob is hungry... I want lunch to be served in an hour."

Kong stared at her for a moment, then nodded. Knowing his silence would trigger her anger. So giving her a response, even if silent will keep her from using those harsh words on him.

"Make use of yourself." Layna narrowed her gaze, before striding back inside.

"Always be polite and respectful towards your in laws. Always do everything that you can to keep you husband and his family happy. Okay son?"

Kongpob recalled his mother's words and the smile she held while advicing Kongpob. He plans to oblige by everything he is instructed and taught to do, being a bearer. Ready to keep his husband happy by any means.

But.... Where is his husband?

Who exactly is he working so hard to keep impressed?

It's been close to one and half year since he got married... But is he really married?

Kongpob gulped down another lump from his perched throat. Wiping away the sweat from his forehead with his forearm. As he clipped the last pieces of clothes and collected the basket, to get back inside. He needed to prepare lunch for his mother in law's brother. Before they both loose their cool.

He also has to make sure that he had enough time... So that if they tossed away the plates of food calling it disgusting. He would have enough time to clean the mess... And prepare something else again.

He felt his heart clenching, as soon as he approached the house. His stomach dropping and the suffocation gripping him.

The place where he came, leaving back his everything to make new memories... Now a living nightmare for him.

He feels so tired... So exhausted... And helpless.

He felt his eyes welling with tears, by the time he got free of his household chores and errands. By the time he made sure that the farm they owned is running smoothly. And he finally had few hours for a shut eye, before he goes to prepare dinner again.

Like always he curled himself on the side of the bed... That wasn't his. Hugging the pillow, that he refused to wash for so long. Which still had the faint lingering essence of his husband.

He refused to look at the photo frame that stood over the nightstand. Knowing it's no use no matter how much he avoids. His misery is sure to poke it's head out.

His eyes fell on the gold band, on his left hands ring finger that laid next to his face on the pillow. He gulped down painful lumps, to hold in his sobs... But in the end he failed.

He broke... Like always.... Muffling his cries against the pillow, clawing it tight. Curling himself more... He felt like a prisoner with open cell door... But he is still trapped. He can't go anywhere anyways...

"Where are you?" Kong muffled his weeps. "Where are you?"

Kongpob fell in a restless sleep. The pillow case wet with tears and his body still exhausted. Even though he was sleeping. He snapped his eyes open with ragged breathes and thumping heart, when something woke him up very abruptly.

He blinked his eyes a few times, to calm his restlessness. Before slowly getting up. His muscles were protesting, craving for more sleep. But Kong knows he can't. He checked the time on the nightstand clock and his eyes widened.

It was close to five in the evening. And he wasn't even close to being prepared with dinner. It was Friday and Kongpob knows he has to serve Bob fried chicken and fries for his game night before dinner. Kong panicked, sliding down the bed, his heart beating wildly with anticipation.

When he rushed downstairs, Bob was already sitting in front of the television. And Layna was leaned back on the recliner, with a mug of coffee.

Kongpob trembled, as he stepped down the last stair and looked at Layna. Who snapped her gaze at him, that very moment. Kong dropped his gaze, fisting his knuckles besides himself. Fidgeting on his toes.

"I am sorry... I will get to work right now..." Kong whispered.

He flinched when Layna came to her feet and put away the coffee mug. Kong's breathes catching, when she started coming his way.

"You are ungrateful and useless... You have one job... And yet you fail doing it..." Layna hissed, as she came toe to toe with Kongpob. "Over and over, you repeat the same mistake... Failing... Never learning..."

Kong gasped for breathes, knowing nothing good is going to happen now... Something terrible will transpire... He failed to raise his gaze or put forth his defence. He was just tired and overslept... He didn't mean to do it...he really didn't mean to do it...

"I remember..." Layna suddenly uttered. Something sinister in her voice. "I remember you behaving like a good bearer, after I disciplined you... You recall that right?"

Kong snapped his gaze at Layna, with welling eyes. He started shaking his head pleadingly instantly. Knowing well what Layna meant. He clawed his belly, shaking his head profusely.

"That's right..." Layna smirked. She looked over her shoulder once, then back at Kongpob.

Kong followed her stare, sobbing profusely looking at the closed basement door. Then back at Layna.

"I am sorry... Please don't do that..." Kong brittled shaking his head. "I won't repeat this..."

Layna sighed dramatically. "I know you won't... But you still have to learn right?"

"I am sorry... I really am..." Kong begged. "I won't repeat this... Please don't do this to me..."

Layna already grabbed his wrist and started dragging him towards the basement. Kong broke in sobs, begging and struggling. Not wanting to be locked in the dark space again. He is scared of darkness... He doesn't like it...

"Mom please..." Kong cried, struggling to break free. "Please not there..."

"I am not your mom..." Layna hissed, dragging Kong towards the basement. "Bob help me..."

"No..." Kong screamed, struggling as he looked over.

His eyes widening as the huge man approached them. And Kongpob knew that he is a lost case the moment Bob touched him with his heavy hand. Knowing well, that there's no point in struggling now...

Kong broke in sobs as he got dragged effortlessly towards his doom. Praying, begging to anyone who heard him to just end his misery... He can't take this anymore... He didn't even know why he was putting up with this.

Just as they were about to close the door at Kong's face. Someone rang the doorbell. Layna and Bob jolted snapping their eyes at the door, then sharing a glance.

While Kong choked on his weeps, looking everywhere. Flinching when Layna groaned and glared at him.

Whoever was outside, was now knocking at the door. Seemingly quite impatient.

"Clean that filthy face of yours and get the door..." Layna ordered.

Kong was too shocked to process anything, as he kept sniveling and looking about.

"Now..." Layna hissed.

Kong jolted in surprise and instantly rubbed away the traces of tears on his face. Making sure he did not look disheveled as he fixed his hairs.

Layna and Bob made way for him. As he walked towards the door. Trying hard not to spill more tears. He drew in a breath and composed himself, before pulling the door open.

His gaze set on the floor and the first thing he noticed were the heavy boots and two huge back packs. Kong froze, as he slowly trained his eyes up the cargo pants, the black half sleeved tee that hugged over the broad mass of muscles. The long, veiny neck... Finally the face.

Only for his breathes to hitch and world to stop again... Looking at the face that awaited the other side of the door. Peering into him, standing against the pink and purple hue of the setting sun. Hazel eyes looking right into his soul, towering over him.

The face he saw so long back. He longed to see. He prayed every night for. His husband. This must be a dream.

"Hi..." Kong blinked, hearing the voice.

Drawing in breathes that he didn't know he was holding. Being lost in the hazel stare.

"Remember me?"

Kong's heart skipped on beats looking at the warm smile that got flashed his way. The dimple that dabbed it's way on one side of the lips. The warm voice, the comfort, which Kong had the luxury of living only for few months...

Before his husband got deployed to Iraq.

And he had to spend the days in daze, wondering if the best months of his life was just a dream. The sweet memories were just illusions. The time they spent like newlyweds did in their home. That they have far from everything. Where Kong remained a shy, blushing mess around his husband.

Their marriage was arranged. And Kong only met his would be for a few times. But the months he had... Was enough. In fact the first time he was taken for a movie date. Was enough. Because his dear husband was considerate enough to get to know each other... Before they tied the bond shortly.

But then Layna and Bob arrived. Because his husband asked them to take care of Kongpob on his absence. And it soon became nightmare. Pushing Kong an inch closer to craving for his husband for living. Everyday.

So now that he is finally here. Kong didn't know what he should do. Or how he should react.

He wanted to cry his heart out, in his husband's arms. Ask for comfort. Like he used to get. Pampered and kept carefully. He is too young to face the trauma he didn't deserve.

Yes he was brought up in a very Conservative household. Taught on how to be a good bearer. But this extremity wasn't a part of his house. And the past year that he spent... Was the limits of it all.

"I am back." Kong whimpered crouching and leaning his head sideways. When a warm hand cupped his face. "I am back sweetheart."

His heart clenched and his eyes welled up, as he held the wrist cupping his face with his both hands. His chest contracting feeling the warmth that was real. He let out a painful gasp, opening his mouth. But before he could speak anything.

"Arthit."

Kong flinched instantly, dropping his head and arms. Starting to tremble as he stepped back, hearing the approaching footsteps. Instantly missing the warmth as dread gripped him again. Feeling pathetic that he can't even take his time to feel his husband's return... Accept it... And rejoice it...

Missing the frown on his husband's face.

"You are back! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Hey mom." Arthit hugged Layna. Though his eyes remained on Kongpob. "I am back."

Layna dragged Arthit inside later and Kong followed. Sitting with his head facing down on one side of the sofa. Not knowing what else to do. While his mother in law and Bob chatted with Arthit. Who was sitting on the adjacent side. And Kong didn't miss feeling the occasional glances given his way.

"I think you should freshen up Arthit. Kong dear." Kong snapped his eyes at Layna hearing the sweet call. Shivering as Layna smiled sweetly his way. "Why don't you prepare the room for Arthit?"

Kong gulped down a lump and nodded instantly. He remained frozen, as he watched Arthit raising on his feet from the corner of his eyes.

Kong's desperate eyes stared at the retreating back. As his lips trembled. He didn't want Arthit to disappear from his sight again. He wanted to run after Arthit. As he instantly came to his trembling feet.

But before he could take a step. Layna was in front of him. Her malevolent eyes glaring into his eyes. As she gripped his hairs twisting it and snapping his head back. Earning a painful moan from Kong.

Layna covered his mouth with her free hand instantly. "Keep your voice down. You useless whore. And listen to me carefully."

Kong closed his eyes, letting his tears fall freely as he kept still. Exhausted with the pain and torture, his breathes hitching.

"You try telling me off to my son... I will skin you alive..." Layna hissed. "He won't be here for long. So don't rejoice. I will be back. Even if I leave for now. And you won't like it the next time."

Kong didn't reply, as he shut his eyes tighter. Choking on the excruciating pain coursing through his body.

"Now be of some use as long as he is here. You know what I mean don't you?" Layna smirked and Bob snickered somewhere behind Kong. "My son is back from war and your body is all that he needs right now. So be of use... Or he will kick your pathetic self out before I do."

Those words hurt Kongpob. Because he knows that it's not true. Arthit is very much different. So different, that he kissed Kong's belly for hours after their first time. To make sure that Kong stopped weeping and whimpering.

But it still hurt.

Arthit knows that his bearer is a shy person... But during the months that he got to spend time with his beautiful wife... He knows Kongpob is also very kind and understanding, he talks softly and stays close to Arthit within the time they spent together. Though now looking at him so fidgety and scrawny, while making dinner and doing other household work made him frown deeper. As he took another sip of his whiskey sitting next to his uncle on the couch.

His beautiful glow was gone... He looked so dead and dim like his life got sucked out... And tired... His Kongpob looked so tired. Yet... The most beautiful thing he ever came across... That he missed every night when he would be inside the camp. After seeing the gruesomeness. Missing the softness that he left back home...

He knows... He is the worst husband... Who left his beautiful newly wed bride like a monster... But he promised to serve his country.

Though he wrote letters... Telling his beautiful wife... How things are not good. And he needs a little more time... How he dodged a bullet once and almost died in a bombing... That he believes his wife's prayers for him everyday kept him protected...

But he never got back any replies... Never... He assumed that the letter didn't reach... But his mother wrote him few times... Always saying one thing... Everything is good... And Kong is doing good... That he is too occupied to reply back so Layna would do it... That he looks happy...

But now... As Arthit's eyes trailed his beautiful wife... Kong looked anything but happy... Or healthy... His natural glow... His intense beauty that always made Arthit edgy... Was gone... His shyness Arthit saw for a moment before Kong completely shut it... But his soft bubbliness, his innocence, his shy approaches to Arthit was gone... It was like... He was scared to even look at Arthit...

Arthit can understand anger towards him... Any wife would be angry... But this fear... Arthit didn't understand the fear in Kong's gestures... And his beautiful eyes...

"He never lets me do anything..." Layna chuckled, following her son's gaze. "Always working round the clock... Being so helpful... Tiring himself..."

Their house wasn't so huge... And Kong can hear everything from the open kitchen. As he stiffened and gulped a lump. He didn't talk to Arthit or even look at him... Or maybe he didn't get a chance or was too overwhelmed to approach. Keeping his emotions in check.

Arthit smiled small at his mother without comment as he sipped his whiskey. He does recall Kong working round the clock... But he never looked so scared... Why was his Kong looking so scared?

"How are the farmlands?" Arthit asked blankly taking a sip from his glass. He didn't blink... Bless his profession... He has the precision of a panther...

Layna and Bob stiffened, as they shared a glance and Layna chuckled. "Your uncle is looking after it... Don't worry... And we also get manual help..."

"Manual help?" Arthit frowned, tilting his head.

"Yeah... People especially young men are so kind around your lovely wife, knowing you aren't around... That they are ready to help in any ways..." Layna uttered, prompting a false accusation.

Arthit did have manual help time to time... But Kong never needed to tend to those... Ever...

Kong's breaths caught, as he felt a dread gripping him. Knowing what his mother in law was trying to prompt. And it wasn't true... Bob would take him to their farmlands and make him talk to those young men... Who looked so hungry all the time... That it disgusted Kongpob. And a bearer without a husband was like fodder to them. Which Layna and Bob used as their benefits...

Arthit frowned deeper... Not liking the sound of it... As he gulped the whole glass of whiskey at once. Eyes running at Kong's form. Clad in a knee length dress and apron... Looking like he was ready to scream anytime... But was holding back.

"He is very good at handling things..." Layna chuckled, observing her son closely. Missing keeping an eye on Kong... "So how has everything been?"

But Arthit didn't miss this time... He clearly saw Kong swiftly rubbing away a drop of tear. And clutching his shaky fingers over his belly. Drawing in deep breath.

"Dinner is ready."

Arthit shivered, hearing the voice. He heard after so long. But it sounded so breathy... Like Kong doesn't know how to speak or he was crying.... What is happening?

Kong waited with batted breaths as they approached. Since Arthit was gone. The centre chair was taken by Bob. He said that this chair belongs to Arthit the first night he spent with these two... And that was the night... He knew... He was in hell.. without any help.

Layna beat him up... Until he was black and blue with a swollen face. She is much taller and her brother holding Kong down and covering his mouth gave them a great upper hand.

They left him on the floor... While they had dinner... That was the day... He knew he was a prisoner now... Without anyone to help... Because his husband was gone and his parents made it clear... That this is his home now... So he has to deal with it.

Kong wrote a letter to Arthit... But before he could go out to post it... Layna read it and Kong recalls muffling his screams until he fainted. Somehow gripping the letter. From then on... Kong was always under supervision.

Kong flinched feeling movements besides him and he blinked looking down... Feeling himself get a sense of relief... Looking at Arthit taking the chair. Kong's breathes caught as he sensed a warmth filling the cold house... Recalling him of the home which he started building... The coziness and feeling of safety that he recalls. As he stared longingly at his husband... Then looked at Bob and Layna... Realising...

They didn't look scary anymore... They didn't seem intimidating... As they didn't act like the owner of the house anymore... Even looked confronted and Bob looked mad... But yet... They didn't make a sound...

"What are you waiting for?"

Kong flinched hearing Layna's snap. She almost lost her cool... Getting glances of everyone... And she soon masked it with a smile as she chuckled nervously. "Arthit must be starving... Go on..."

Kong gulped a lump and started serving with trembling hands. He didn't know his husband will be coming back... He wasn't prepared or he'd have made a feast... But he had to settle for... Roasted chicken with potatoes and herbs, bread, mashed potatoes and vegetable stew.

Arthit felt edgy for some reason... But he toned it down. And why won't he? Finally warm, comforting food from home... With warm fragrance of the ingredients. And everything looked so scrumptious... He felt hungry instantly. As he waited for everyone to be served.

Kong served them all... And stood besides Arthit's chair... Waiting for them to finish... Because he can't sit and eat with others... They always made sure he only had the leftovers that they didn't eat. Sometimes from their plates. They would play toss with him otherwise.... Kong is too scared of Bob's hits. He is a big man without a brain. He works with his sister's orders. And uses his misogyny as his thought process.

And Kong has started accepting that. Even his husband's warmth didn't matter... The fear is instilled so deep in his bones. That he just followed. Blank to even Arthit's presence... He doesn't remember safety in Arthit's presence anymore.

"Where's your plate?" Arthit frowned looking at Kong just standing there.

Kong stiffened... Fidgeting and gulping down lumps... As he threaded his fingers tight over his belly. Holding it tight. Curling his toes and rocking on his heels. His breath hitching as he froze... Not knowing what to do... So tired and scared of it all that he lost his voice as well.

Layna clenched her jaws. She hated that bearer. If he wasn't here... She could've somehow made this property to get under Bob's name. She arranged this marriage thinking Arthit will just keep the whore like a whore... But she knows his stupid son loves the bearer...

And his son is as just as her late husband... So she knows that things could go wrong if Arthit knows, whatever happened behind the closed doors of his home this past year... Although a voice inside assured her... That she scared Kong so much... That they will get away with it at any cost... It's only a matter of time that Arthit is here... And then... She can play with her favourite toy to her heart's content... Once again...

And this time... Make sure that whore ends his life on his own... Without having Layna to make her hands dirty... Though she has to give it to the bitch... To not give up... To not let that faint hope dim from his eyes. Layna sighed... Well... She will make sure his last hope dims as well...

Arthit stared at the panic in Kong's face, the way he breathed so ragged. He is always observant... it's in his job description... And he didn't want to be in denial anymore... He knows something must have happened in his absence... Something horrible to his sweet wife... Something that took away the charm from his ever beautiful maiden... Something that stole his buttery glow... And it was hurting Arthit... Looking at the bones and skin that was left instead of the chubby petite form... The hollow of the cheeks... Where Arthit remembers to have seen soft fullness...

"Maybe he wants to wait for you to finish..." Layna chuckled nervously. "My my the audacity of modern wives... I didn't dare to keep my attitude up when my husband asked me something..."

Kong wanted to cry... He wasn't showing attitude...but his freedom was shut so much... That he didn't know how to react... He feels awful... He didn't even welcome his husband back properly... After dreaming of this day on and on... And now that his husband is finally home... He was behaving so ungratefully.

He knows Layna was trying to sow the seed of hatred in Arthit's heart for Kong... And with his silence Kong was only helping her... But he didn't know how to fix it... He was so broken... His will... So... Kong's breaths hitched as he felt a warm hand hold over his on the table. And he slowly peered, to gasp finding Arthit looking deep into his eyes... And the moment he felt that warm soothing touch... After so long... Every chaos, every scream, every echo in his head ceased to be nothingness... Silencing everything...

"My little Butterfly..." Arthit smiled warmly. His hazel eyes staring deep into Kong's soul. Piercing through the frozen walls of Kong's heart... As Arthit ignored his mother's comment. And took Kong's knuckles to his lips... Kissing gently on the gold band. "Sit down my Love... Have dinner with me..."

Kong teared up, struggling for breaths and finally letting out strangled sobs not being able to hold it in anymore. As he gripped Arthit's hand tight and felt himself crumbling bit by bit... Coughing and choking on his cries as his visions blurred with big fat tears. Though failing to form any words. And he just couldn't stop... As he wailed relentlessly... Shocking Arthit and scaring Layna. Who gulped a lump and scrambled to her feet...

"Aww... What's wrong sweetheart? Come here... Let's take you to your room..." Layna started approaching with open arms. Though her steps stopped, looking at her son showing her his hand... Signing her to stop. Eyes looking at his wife. Making Layna clench her jaws and halt. As she shared a glance with his brother...

Arthit came out of his initial shock, not hearing his mother's voice... But the way Kong tightened his grip on Arthit's hand desperately, the moment Layna spoke. And he was at a loss, wondering what hurt his Little Butterfly so much? What broke his Dove so much?

He came to his feet and engulfed the sulken body tight to his chest. Feeling something lifting off his shoulders, the moment he felt the warmth in his arms. Scrawny and smaller but the familiarity broke him... Making him close his eyes and clench his jaws, as he rested his chin over Kong's head...

"Shhhh..." Arthit whispered, rocking his Butterfly to and fro. "It's okay..."

Though the army officer was up for more shocks... Feeling his wife stiffening in his arms and completely freezing... Like he felt something scary... As he felt Kong look back with wide, teary red eyes... So scared...

And it made Arthit frown. Kongpob always melted in his arms... Always... But he never reacted so... Shocked... So unfamiliar... And Arthit hated it...

He loves his wife so much... That even a little detail didn't miss his eyes... And he can feel the distance... Even if it was a fraction... He felt it... And he hated it... Hated it so much... Especially when Kong sniveled and choked on his breath, pushing away and looking the other way with his eyes dropped. Looking completely baffled, while Arthit couldn't take his eyes off. And the silence was awkward. Until Arthit snapped out of it.

He carefully held Kong's wrist, ignoring the visible flinch... But not being able to ignore the thinner wrist. As he stared unfazed at the beautiful face. The only relief... Was the dark blush... The bloomed across every visible inch of his wife's body... Especially his cheeks. While his eyes lowered more... And Arthit loved Kong's soft shyness... He has learnt every second of it... So he knows Kong is shy...

And that shyness... Gave Arthit a breath of life... Assuring him... Assuring him in ways that he felt thankful for...

Kong trembled from head to toe... He felt so starved... So hungry that moment... In so many ways... Especially... For the warmth... The feeling of safety.. he felt hungry for his husband's presence... Hungry for his warmth... Hungry... So hungry...

But he knows... His hunger can only be filled to a limit... Before he starts starving again... So he is scared to fill his belly... Though he couldn't help his blush... That the touch of his husband always made him...

He felt so guilty and devastated to have pushed away from his husband... He felt awful... How could he? After craving so long... How could he? He is a terrible spouse... A terrible one...

He didn't stop Arthit from pulling him and making him sit over the chair next to Arthit.... Where he always sat... He never waited for his husband to finish like his mother in law stated... Arthit made it very clear that they will dine together and do their household work together as well. And he never raised his head.

"Open your mouth..."

Kong looked up hearing the deep command. And he saw a fork with chicken pieces held in front of his lips. Kong clawed his thighs with snivels as he stole a stealthy glance of Layna then looked at the food again. Pushing back and shaking his head with trembling lips.

"Now!"

Kong jolted hearing the deep, cold voice. As he peered into the hazel eyes looking blankly at him. And something broke inside him... Making him realise that Arthit's anger... Is scarier than anything... His cold eyes... Erasing any other fear in a snap. Making him instantly open his mouth and Arthit put the food carefully inside. And that was the breaking point as Kong chewed the food. All the hunger the moment he had the food struck him... As he slumped, looking desperately at the fork, chewing quickly and opening his mouth again.

Arthit's heart broke a million pieces.. looking at the desperation of his wife for food... He wanted to punch and scream. Why? What is happening? But he gulped it all down and put another spoonful of food... Breaking in cold breath looking at the way his Dove finished so quickly for another spoonful. Like he was scared that if he didn't... He won't get another morsel. Arthit turned sideways as he held the plate this time and started feeding his wife dutifully without stop. Until Kong didn't look so desperate... For food...

"You want more?" Arthit whispered, feeding Kong water, holding his open palm below Kong's face to hold the water from spilling.

Kong refused silently without making a sound. And Arthit nodded without pushing anything... Kong then crouched on the place he was sitting on and kept his eyes down... Knowing the damages are already made... He will have to face the consequences... And he will... But not now...

He peeked stealthily at his husband who served for himself and started eating... And no one talked anymore...

Arthit's presence gave flame to that dim light of hope left in him... Like an assurance...

"Go on... Rest up... I'll do the dishes..."

Kong's eyes widened hearing Arthit's announcement... This won't be the first time that Arthit assisted in household work... But Kong gulped a lump. As he looked at Layna. Who was obviously on the verge of explosion. Then back at his husband. Who was busy folding his sleeves.

"I..." Kong's voice was a breath as he dared to deny... But his words die with the hard stare Arthit gave at him over his lashes. And he dropped his gaze... Clawing his belly...

Arthit was edgy and after the horrors... He came back to find peace... But that was the last thing he was feeling that moment...

"Go back to our room..."

Kong blushed, never raising his eyes. Giving a faint nod as he walked away. While Layna's eyes glinted. She knows she has instilled enough fear in Kong... And that's the reason he was so distant from the person he was craving for... And now looking at her son slowly losing it... She knows... She only needs to water that seed.

She smirked at her brother... And looked at the way Kong went up to... While Arthit closed his eyes. Feeling awful... What is wrong with him... His Dove didn't deserve that... Never...

"Iron grip..." Layna patted Arthit's shoulder. "That's great to see you have that in you..."

Arthit frowned... With those words. He knows he can have iron grip... But he never wants to force it... No... That's beyond unacceptable... He can never put that in another human's life... Not after seeing all the horrors that the greed for power can cause... He hated this... And his mother's words set some alarms he didn't know why...

Kong was fidgeting like a quack that night... As he waited in the room... Looking out of the room's window in the darkness... He didn't know what to expect or what to do... As he kept gulping down lumps... He wanted to reply but he spoke so less, his voice was stopped so much, all this time that he was starting to forget to speak... Especially with the sudden arrival of his husband...

He will only need your body now...

Those venomous words did try to infect him... But he for a fact knew that Arthit is anything but that... He is ready to warm his husband's bed... Give him everything... But the voices in his head won't shut down... They won't...

Kong jolted with a gasp of shock, feeling a kiss on his shoulder then strong arms engulfing him from behind. His back was hurting and with the brush of Arthit's form made it hurt ten times harder. But Kong managed to not push away this time. Also because the moment Arthit touched him, everything that was swirling like a tornado inside him ceased to stop.

"Am I still allowed to touch my wife?"

Kong stiffened with the question with trembling lips, as he dropped his gaze. Opening his mouth to answer but failing to form any word. Just basking in the warmth. The familiar essence.

"Don't worry... I know you must be upset with me... For being away for so long..." Arthit kissed Kong's shoulder again.

Kong wanted to answer again... That he isn't mad... He is so happy that Arthit is back safe and sound...

" I won't do anything to you... Until I am forgiven. "

" Don't be so kind... " Kong finally forced the words out. Not recognising his voice anymore. Shocking himself and Arthit.

His soft voice was gone... What was left is only something hoarse and guttural. And Arthit hugged him tighter, tensing up with wide eyes. "Dove... My sweet sweet Dove... What happened to you? Please tell me what happened to you..."

Kong pushed away weakly this time. And Arthit let him go... Looking desperately at his wife. As Kong tried walking away. "Please don't be so kind... I will die when this kindness disappears again..."

"Dove..." Arthit uttered desperately. Looking at the frail figure, the unkempt, matted hair tied so haphazardly... Where is his wife? This is not the Kongpob he left... This is just a shell.

Kong looked over meeting Arthit's gaze from a little distance this time. As he curved his lips in what he thought looked like a smile. Not knowing how much of a failed attempt it was.

"Wel... Welcome home Pa... Papi..." Kong managed to slur out. Managed to call Arthit what he used to call him so lovingly. Before things started darkening.

Arthit's eyes widened as he jumped ahead and was able to save his wife from hitting his head at the corner of the bed. Holding him close with wide eyes, as he hid Kong's body against his chest. With teary wide eyes and lips parted for breaths. While Kong fainted.

Arthit scooped him up, his eyes fixed on the beautiful face... With its actual beauty vanished. And walked towards the bed. In his line of work he has carried many bodies. Some to safety while others to death... And this feeling felt close to the latter... His Dove felt close to being dead... In only a matter of time... And it left him to feel a bitter taste and he sat on the edge of the bed. Tearing up, looking desperately at the shell.

He wanted to change Kong's clothes, wash him up after a good massage like he used to give to his blushing wife every weekend. Until he was a mushy puddle, melted in Arthit's arms. But he didn't... He looked at the neatly made bed and covered Kong's body with the covers. His eyes falling on his side of the bed. And he frowned continuing to snivel with tears looking at his pillow.

The cover on his pillow was so dirty and discoloured... Standing out on the otherwise clean bed... And Arthit couldn't decipher what he was seeing until everything started to make sense in his fuzzy brain. Making him cry... Realising Kong didn't change the cover of his pillow after he left... And has been sleeping with it since then. The very thought made Arthit lay his face over Kong's almost sticking to his back belly... Feeling the ribcage as he hid his face gingerly, muffling his cries desperately...

It's been eight days since his return... And Arthit was in a dangerous mood... Very dangerous and he can feel it... He never needed to showcase this monstrous side of his... But now... He can feel his rage and confusion turn to bitter venom...

Kong completely shut himself from the next day when he woke up the next morning... Avoiding Arthit's stare... Never his touches or approaches but he avoided looking into Arthit's eyes... Like one look and he will reveal a secret that he's been hiding...

Arthit was worried the morning he woke up on an empty bed... More like with empty arms... His first instinct was to rush downstairs... But he stopped hearing disembodied voices from downstairs... Arthit when he had this house constructed... Made their bedroom in a way that allowed him to have a look around the whole property woth the huge windows facing each side... And when he peeked down the east facing one... He felt his insides churning...

Kong was talking to a man... Arthit knows him... He was holding out basket full of groceries to Kong... And the way he was leering made Arthit grip the sil of his window in a knuckle whitening grip. He didn't even know why... The man was just helping...

Also maybe he knew why... Because he is a man himself... And he didn't miss the way that farmer's hands brushed against Kong's skin. And what was more bizzare was Bob standing there... Like a guard... While Kong talked... The whole scene rubbing Arthit in a very wrong way...

When the man left... Bob walked in without sparing any glance at anything and his wife turned to get inside too holding the heavy basket with struggle. Only for Kong stop on his tracks and look up... His beautiful eyes first showed horror... Then a painful desperation... Before turning blank again... As he walked inside holding the basket with struggle. Leaving Arthit dumbfounded... And with a twisted bitter taste in his mouth.

He stood there frozen until he heard slow footsteps approaching upstairs. And for some reason he tiptoed back to their bed and pretended to be asleep again. As his mother came in...

"He is asleep..." His mother almost seemed disappointed. Then she hissed. "I told you to be louder to wake him up... He needed to watch... The next grocery run is not happening till next week... Now get lost..."

Arthit was more confused, wondering what was going on. Nothing made sense to him anymore... Because his mother's voice turned extremely sweet the next moment. "Arthit... Sweetie wake up... Breakfast is ready..."

It's been eight days since then... And Arthit's keen eyes couldn't help but notice things sharply with his precise senses... Notice hundreds of things... Which connected to nothing but also connected to a strange scenario... Which Arthit couldn't pinpoint yet... And to add to his misery... His mother's subtle remarks about Kong being 'man's' favorite since he left made him more bitter. And he wasn't liking where it was going anymore...

Because every day he barely got a chance to converse with his wife... He was always so busy... With everything... The household then leaving with Bob for the field. Arthit still didn't understand why Kong needed to go... It was hot and not appropriate weather for his sweet wife... Arthit always kept Kong tenderly... Then why did he need to go...

Kong never had to... So when asked the same... Instead of Kong... It was Layna who very subtly remarked that the helpers liked Kong's presence. Leaving Arthit more mad...

Arthit helped with the chores as much as he could... Being out for so long, he didn't want to leave the house unless he had paperworks or duties to fullfill... Taking a break before taking over... Feeling it's partly his fault that Kong needed to take care of everything alone... Even cooking lunch when Kong would be away... To woo his beautiful wife...

But instead of receiving shy kisses as token like always... Kong would only end up looking scared and sad... Frustrating Arthit more... Leaving him bitter... With doubts and questions...

Even in the house... Kong worked tirelessly day in and day out without help... Doing every chore and coming back to prepare dinner in the evening as well... While Layna barely helped... Always coming up with the words that Kong doesn't like it when she works...

But Arthit barely heard his sweet Dove's chirps anymore... Or his beautiful wings as he would glide through the house... Reminded of the time when Kong looked happy, working for his home... But now... Arthit didn't comment, going silent... And he decided to watch... Watch and learn... he hated every second of it...

Because every night when Kong would return to their bed... He will avoid Arthit... But Arthit didn't miss the look of desperation and guilt in his eyes... As they would sleep with their backs to each other...

The invisible distance between them... Made Arthit more feral every passing day... As he gave space... but with the distance, his mind told him things that his heart wasn't ready to believe... Pushing him closer to the edge of explosion.... With the things he saw and with the way his mother would comment here and there...

But last night... As he drowned in his anguish and rage... He heard something late at night... His beautiful wife wasn't sleeping either next to him... And that night as Arthit was unable to fall asleep finally rested with his exhaustion... He could clearly hear his wife crying... Muffling his sobs and the sound was so desperate... That it broke Arthit's heart... He never expected Kong to sound so desperate...

And in the dead of the night... He clearly heard a whisper and felt a touch on his back. He assumed... No he was so sure... That Kong felt Arthit was asleep and not awake...

"I missed you so much Papi... I am so glad you are back to me... I missed you so very much..."

It took everything in Arthit not to turn over... Knowing well that if he does Kong will shut himself again. He didn't want that... He just listened with a thudding heart and clenched jaws.

And his world combusted with fireworks hearing the next words... Breaking some shackles inside. "I love you so much... I love you so very much Papi... I am sorry I am such a pathetic wife... But please..."

Arthit closed his eyes feeling Kong curling against his back. " Please don't leave me again... Please... Or I know... I won't be able to see you again..."

The raw emotions made Arthit gulp down painful lumps... Freeing him off his wires of doubts... As he kept looking blankly ahead... While his Dove finally fell asleep curled up on his back...

And now that he observed from his back porch with a glass of whiskey... Taking slow sips... Kong was avoiding him again... But this time... Arthit looked beyond his misery... Kong looked fidgety with his attention as he fumbled around clipping laundries... Like always... Shy and nervous with Arthit's eyes on him... Reminding Arthit of the days after his return... Now that his self doubts started fading away... He recalled that Kong behaved the same with his attention... No matter how scared or fidgety he was...

Arthit finally remembered the blush... Just like that moment as he took another lazy sip...

His eyes run through each inch of Kong, without any rush... Wearing a floral dress reaching below his knees with quarter sleeves and an apron tied around... His long brown strands were half tied with a clutch flowing gently with the wind that was getting stronger. Skinny, not skinny... Doesn't matter... No one ever stirred or riled Arthit... The way his wife does... And no one ever will... Arthit took another sip as his eyes were fixed on the curves, resting his elbows on his parted knees.... He didn't blink... Or worry about the time...

He has time... He was done preparing lunch for them all. Ignoring his mother's archaic harsh comments... He is almost done with what he has decided of doing after looking at his wife's plight... And he just needs to do a little more work after that... He can take care of the whole property including their farmlands.

Because the soft glow of his wife's skin was returning... And the bags under his eyes were disappearing. And Arthit felt prideful and delighted with the thought that it was because of his presence...

Kong gnawed his lips, with a blush and fidgeted with Arthit's constant stare... His husband did have a way of looking at Kong... Which made him cornered... Like that moment... Arthit was staring keenly at his movements... Making Kong more vulnerable than he already was... Because his constant fear that Arthit will leave soon with these feelings kept eating on him with each of Arthit's unfazed eyes. Making him want to ask Arthit to stop...

Or he won't be able to bare this distance this time... When it comes...

In the past few days, Layna beat him subtly enough... Because she didn't want to leave marks... Neither did she want Kong out of her grip... Even when Bob would take him to their farmlands... Bob would stop warding away those monsters this time... Saying it's Kong's punishment... And Arthit needs to know about the whore he married...

The very thought of the only family he has hating him... Would make Kong run to Dean for Refuge... Because Bob or anyone didn't dare approaching that man... And Dean won't ask what's the matter... He would keep Kong close to himself while he'd work... And Kong couldn't be more thankful...

Kong is scared... But Arthit's presence kind of numbed those senses... Keeping him in a daze, drowned in his handsome husband's thoughts all through the day... Layna threatened him to keep distance... But he didn't want to... He wanted to savour this moment as much as he could...

Because he knows... This is the last time he will see Arthit... Because this time when Arthit leaves, Kong knows in his guts that he won't be kept alive till the next time when Arthit comes back... So he wanted to live these moments to the fullest... Even endure the punches and slaps in Arthit's absence... Because Layna and Bob were losing with Kong's subtle defiance... The helpers refused to help and Bob now had to take matters into his own hands... Leaving the siblings not happy...

"How are you?" Kong jolted hearing the familiar warm voice... As he looked beyond their fence at their neighbour's house. To find their neighbour, Dean Winchester smiling at him.

Kong smiled at the man politely. "I am great Dean... How are you? How is Lisa and Ben?"

"Tiring..." Dean sighed dramatically.

"I heard that..." Lisa joined with a tight smile, with their giggling three year old on her hip.

"But everything I want in life..." Dean crooned, pecking Lisa's lips. "Atleast let me finish..."

Kong dropped his gaze with a small smile at their interaction. Not noticing Dean look over Kong's shoulder.

"Drinking in the middle of the day..." Dean mumbled to himself, then smiled tightly. "Some manners you got there Rojnapat..."

Before Kong could react, he gasped feeling a firm hand snake around his waist. Making him blush deeper and hide his face more. As he gnawed his own lips... Involuntarily curling against Arthit's chest shyly... Not realising how strong he made Arthit feel that moment. With the simple gesture... Making him hold his Dove tighter...

"Keep your extra long nose off my business Winchester..."

Kong smiled at their interaction and Lisa rolled her eyes... These two has always been the same... Always... "Come on Kong... I will give you some fresh peppers... Let these oafs be..."

Kong closed his eyes feeling a tender kiss on his head. "Be back soon okay?"

Kong nodded hearing the tender voice. Feeling jitters tickling his nerves... finally feeling Arthit's approach without hesitation. He knows he seems to be pushing Arthit away... he is still glad. As he walked further towards the end of their fence where a small gate connected both the houses. Arthit and Dean watched until their family disappeared to the back of Dean's house.

"So..." Dean began, turning his face towards the man in front of him. Eyeing his friend.

"So?" Arthit uttered leisurely, taking a sip of his whiskey never looking away from the spot where he last saw Kong.

"What's bothering you?"

Arthit stared at the spot taking another sip. He has never been good with expressing or maintaining a big circle of friends. But Dean...

They conversed for a while and Dean got a hint here and there about the tension... Feeling something in his throat ready to spill out but he didn't comment.

Until he sighed, looking at how dejected Arthit looked. Confused and scary... "You know... Sometimes you just need to look beyond your trusts and believes. And accept things as it truly is... Instead of drowning in self doubt..."

Arthit knows Dean was pointing somewhere and he also knows where Dean was pointing. But he yet didn't want to get that possibility...

"They leave their everything to be with us you know... And I know you are not blind or dumb... So fix it before it's too late..."

Arthit took a bigger sip and gulped the liquid, followed by a roll of his tongue. As he looked around... The weather cloudy and windy for a change. Really pleasant...

"I am done..." Arthit looked sideways hearing the soft voice. And looking at the shy avoiding face. Tucking on those softer, shinier brown strands with a blush. Holding a small basket full of vegetables.

"Let's get inside then little Dove..." Arthit whispered, wrapping a territorial arm around Kong's waist. His whole body singing with a shudder instantly hearing the shy gasp in reaction. "It was nice meeting you guys... See you later..."

As they approached the house, leaving back Dean and his family... Arthit just couldn't take his eyes off Kong. The blushing new bride... Clinged to him. Still his new bride because they barely spent much time together to make Kong not a new bride...

"My little Dove is so beautiful... You break my heart..."

Kong halted, flushing warmly from head to toe... Not daring to acknowledge Arthit's words or actions. And the next moment he fled with thudding heart. Leaving a smirking Arthit. Who followed holding the crystal glass. Not noticing his mother observing everything... With rage...

Many things changed drastically after Arthit's return. Kong having his food with everyone being one of them... Sitting right next to Arthit. Getting served and treated just right... Arthit prepared delicious pasta with chicken for everyone that day. Scrumptious and fulfilling. With Layna sitting on the opposite side, while Bob was in the living room having his lunch in front of the television.

"Is it good?" Arthit uttered gently, propping his face on his elbow over the table, looking sideways lovingly at his wife's face forgetting to eat his food.

Kong instantly felt like a deer caught in headlights, feeling Arthit's stare on his face. As he slowly gulped down the food, squirming with the butterflies... Nodding his head, never raising his eyes.

Arthit smiled reaching his hand sideways and dabbing his thumb across Kong's sauce smeared lips. Making the poor thing jolt and snap his eyes at his husband... Only for his everything to clench and make him drop his gaze... With the way Arthit looked at him over his lashes and sucked on the thumb.

"I will make some more tonight..." Arthit rumbled, never looking away from the shy face as Kong stuffed his mouth to hide his embarrassment...

Layna trembled in rage as her grip tightened on the fork he was holding... "But there's no need for that tonight right..." She tried to keep her voice as steady as she possibly could, eyeing the face that she wanted to stab the fork in. "We are invited to my friend's house remember? And as my son's wife... Kong has to go..."

Kong stiffened losing his appetite... He didn't want to go... The last time he attended those parties... He had to run back home barefoot... But the amount of beatings he received that night ... Seemed fair than feeling hands crawling up his thighs... He didn't want to go... Because with Arthit there... Layna might make it seem like Kong is welcoming them... Something in his gut told him that...

He knows he should tell everything to his husband... But tell what? And what if Arthit didn't believe in Kong? What if Layna changed his words and Arthit believed her more... And even if Arthit believed him... What will be his plight after Arthit leaves? All the fears started eating Kong alive.

"Yeah, we are not going..." Arthit's nonchalant response caught everyone's attention. And Kong felt himself melting... Looking at the said man... Who served him more chicken pieces.

"What?" Layna gasped, coming out of her initial shock. "Arthit... She would feel bad if I don't go... I..."

"You are getting me wrong, mom..." Arthit uttered in that calm deep voice of his... That made Kong drop his gaze with a blush... As he concentrated on his food. Praying that he didn't have to go. "Me and Dove aren't going... You two can go ahead... Enjoy yourself..."

Layna tilted her head and Arthit smiled sweetly. "We barely got some lone time after my return... With you two breathing down our necks..."

Kong stiffened, Arthit was joking he knew it... But he still felt jitters. With something about Arthit's tone...

"Aww..." Layna chuckled. "Already pushing us out of the house... How selfish of you..."

Kong knows Layna... And he knows this tone is not of her being happy or in a mood for joke... He knows Layna is beyond enraged. But he didn't comment...

"You know that's not what I mean... But we aren't going mom... You two can go ahead." Arthit smiled, going back to eating his food.

"But Kong wants to go right..." Layna urged.

Kong stiffened yet again. This time trembling as all the attention shifted to him. Jolting when he felt a firm hand on his thigh... With gentle but strong caress... That assured Kong and made him feel cornered at the same time.

"You want to go?" Arthit whispered, feeling the soft thigh. He really wanted his mother and uncle to disappear to do things that he wanted to with his wife. He has held back enough...

A small voice in his head scolding him for getting his mother and uncle here in the first place... Instead of leaving his beautiful wife under Dean and Lisa's care... Then maybe then... He would have come back to a different scenario. He didn't know why he felt so... But something told him he would've definitely came back to a different scenario.

But he felt safer with his mother here, because Kong's own parents stay really far... Now... He doubts he made any right choice...

Because Dean was right... He isn't dumb... Just in denial... As long as he can... He has so little left in his life, that he didn't want to lose any...

Wishing that his father was alive... A warm hug from him... Would've comforted him in ways he can't define...

Kong drew in a deep breath and looked at his husband with a blush. He knows there will be consequences... But if he suffers later for wanting to spend time with his husband... Then it's worth it... So he shook his head in reply... His heart skipped on beats the next moment... Looking at the delighted dimpled smile that adorned his husband's face.

It's worth it...

"It's decided then..." Arthit uttered, never looking away from Kong's face. "You two have a great evening ahead..."

"I still think..."

"Mom..." Arthit uttered cutting Layna in between. Meeting her gaze. His voice gentle but yet so stern. "It's decided... Okay? Can you please get the desert from the freeze? I made your favourite pudding today..."

Layna didn't comment, taking a glance of Kong then raising with a nod as she walked towards the kitchen seething in rage. And the couple fell silent, having their food... The occasional clinking of cutleries being the only sound.

Kong felt himself squirming, with Arthit's aura. As he stole glances of his husband. Arthit's nature, always something that Kong admired... He never forced his presence, yet... He has the strongest one...

Kong jolted with a blush, feeling a tight squeeze on his thigh... The hold he forgot he had on himself... As he gaped at the side face. Completely blank without any reaction like he wasn't doing anything...

"You can look at me all you want to..." Arthit whispered. "Have a little more patience, Baby Bird..."

Kong gasped, dropping his eyes and visible steam came off him. Taking huge bites of his food. Avoiding Arthit's smirk on his face. When Layna came back with pudding for each of them... She was close to losing it... Looking at the annoying flushing face... Though she settled again. Serving themselves pudding made by her son.

"When is your next deployment?" Layna casually asked.

But the simple question, made Kong drop his spoon almost involuntarily... Making a loud clang which broke through the silence of the table...

Kong breathed ragged and gnawed his lips, feeling something bubble up his gut... As he struggled for breaths and tried to calm himself... But ofcourse... He couldn't... He simply trembled, clutching his hands over his lap to hide it's trembles... But he didn't know his gesture didn't go amiss... By his ever observant husband.

"What are you doing?" Layna couldn't hide her displeasure this time.

"So... Sorry..." Kong stuttered, gulping painful lumps. Closing his eyes tight to hold in the fear that started gripping around his nerves. The way his head buzzed and vision blurred... His body shook violently and he can feel that he wasn't hiding it well. "I... I am sorry..."

Arthit will be gone soon... And this is the last time he will ever be able to see his husband... Because this time he isn't prepared to go through this again... He can't go through this... Not again... And this time, he knows his penance according to Layna... Will be biblical.

"Dove..."

Kong blinked, feeling a painful desperation clog his chest. Close to combusting his brain. And he couldn't take it anymore...

"I am full... Papi..." Kong mumbled. Quickly wiping his face. "Can I go? Please?"

Arthit watched the beautiful side face calmly. Continuing to caress over Kong's thigh. "You don't have to ask... You can do what you want... Should I keep your share aside?"

Kong bit on his trembling lips, giving a faint nod. Never raising his eyes, as he tried to subtly remove Arthit's hand. But Arthit has always been strong...

"Please?" Kong choked, holding back his all. Not to cry.

"Okay... Rest up..." Arthit gave a squeeze on the tender flesh before letting go.

Kong didn't defy this time... He needed distance... Arthit will be gone again... And he needed to make peace with it... To not live with the moment of bliss... And he ran away... Leaving Arthit to keep his eyes fixed on the way Kong went to.

"So dramatic..." Layna scoffed.

Arthit didn't comment as he ate his pudding. "He is still young... Very young... And seeking his husband's comfort doesn't make him dramatic... Rather it becomes my duty to look after all his drama..."

Layna didn't hold back this time. "you will regret giving him this much freedom... So much trust... Regret defying your mother for someone you just met..."

" That's my wife you are talking about..." Arthit uttered in a grave monotone. Looking at his mother over his lashes. "And with due respect... He left his all to be with me... So he is undoubtedly my first and foremost priority..."

"More important than your mother?"

" I think you should rest mom..." Arthit put his spoon down. "You have a party to attend soon..."

Layna trembled in rage and defiance. But she knows... Arthit is very gentle... Until he loses his cool... Then he becomes a monster that no one wants to face... His temper is unpredictable and fearsome... And she also knows... That Arthit is not stupid... So she needs to hold back... For Now...

"And about my deployment mother..." Arthit added blankly. "Don't worry... You will have enough time by then to go back, rest up and if needed I will call you to help again..."

"You seem too eager to send us off." Layna felt hurt. No matter what Arthit is her only son.

"Have you met my wife? A fool wouldn't be eager..." Arthit smiled. But it never reached his eyes. "Please excuse me... I will do the dishes later. Okay?"

Arthit stopped on his way to the stairs. Looking back at the stiff form of his mother who was looking blankly ahead. "You don't always have to assert domination to have an iron grip mother... I have that iron grip on him... And you can see that well..."

Kong clutched on the small casket on his hand. Where he kept all the letters safely. All his feelings poured out without regret. He hugged it to his chest... Knowing this casket is his only escaped...

"What is that?" Kong jumped out of his skin with the sudden voice that he heard just behind.

He quickly put the casket inside the box and shut it... Pushing it back under the bed. Wiping his face again as he looked over albeit avoiding Arthit's stare. Who was standing right behind, towering over his form.

"Nothing..." Kong breathed out, coming to his feet. "Just arranging something... I... I will go collect the laundry... It will be raining soon..."

Kong tried to walk past, only to jolt and bump against an unmoving wall. He gasped and slowly looked up, to blush and squirm with the way Arthit's eyes looked down at him. He gulped a lump and walked past again, this time gasping when Arthit wrapped his arm around Kong's waist and he folded his arms between their chests looking up with wide eyes. Squirming with the deep hazel eyes looking down at his own. And feeling the territorial hold.

"Stop running from me sweetheart... It hurts..." Arthit rumbled, fixing his eyes on Kong's face.

Kong blushed and the sense of sorrow gripped him again... Reminding him... It's just a fleeting moment... Arthit will be gone soon... Too soon... The thought making Kong's lips tremble as he dropped his gaze. Trying to push away from the warm hold...

He has always liked being in Arthit's arms... Warm and safe... Where he melts with ease. Arthit is taller, he is stronger... And Arthit always manhandles him in their moments of intimacy which left Kong a melted, shy mess... And Kong wanted to avoid exactly that in the moment... Not having it in him to even think of having Arthit's comfort.

Kong's pushing away hurts Arthit? Then what was the news of Arthit's deployment doing to Kong? It was skinning him...

"Laundry... Papi... Please?"

"Not that important right now... Sit down... Rest... Talk to me... Warm up to me again..." Arthit nudged his nose against Kong's cheek.

Kong looked away with ragged breaths. Continuing his feeble attempt of pushing away. But why was he even trying... He knows he can't win.

"Please? Papi... Let me go..." Kong whispered, he was glad he could talk... He could hear his own voice. Now matter how scratchy. He is still glad he could talk...

"No..."

Kong whimpered with the deep voice, that ran shudders down his spine. As he squirmed and tried pushing more. He wanted to cry and it was taking his all to control before he broke. And screams out all the agony that he's been holding inside... And he didn't know the consequences yet.

"Talk to me... Stop running from me..." Arthit hissed against Kong's cheek, nudging his nose deeper against the hollow cheek. His hold tightening around Kong's body. His hands opened possessively over the body he missed so much... "Be here... Sit down... Tell me anything you want to..."

Kong choked on his sob, keeping his face sideways. Not daring to meet Arthit's gaze... Wanting his all to run away.

Kong choked on a sob as he shook his head. "I don't want to..."

"Why?" Arthit kissed Kong's neck. Earning a delightful whimper. Feeling the tender form shudder in his arms and claw his chest. "Tell me why..."

"Because you will be gone again..." Kong pushed away with all his might, at least able to part from the warm, welcoming form. And meet the dark, hazel depths which were narrowed down on his own. Dangling mid-air with his husband's hold around his waist. "And I will be here... Alone... Suffering... Crying..."

Arthit gulped a lump, keeping his gaze fixed on his wife's beautiful haunting eyes. Refusing to let go.

"Where were you?" Kong whispered. Not recognising his own voice. As he clawed the collar of Arthit's plaid. With trembling, miserably sobbing face and shook him even in that conjusted position. "Where were you when I cried through the night? When I begged the whole universe to bring you back... You have any idea what I went through? Each night you weren't around and each night the pain that consumed me... The fear... That... That I won't see you again, Papi... Where were you then?"

"Dove..."

"No... Please... I don't want to talk to you... Or warm up to you..." Kong uttered firmly, no matter how soft his voice was. Keeping his teary, hazy gaze fixed on his husband. "Because I know... How I would end up when you will be gone... I am not stopping you from doing your duty, Papi... Because I feel so proud telling everyone that my husband is an Army officer... Who fights for his motherland... But I am just protecting my own sanity..."

Arthit kept listening with a blank face. Knowing in his heart that this is only a portion of what Kong is holding in his heart. And it still hurt him.

" Let me do my duties as your wife..." Kong smiled with tears, finally able to stand on his feet as Arthit reluctantly let go of his hold around Kong's body. Their eyes never leaving each other.

Kong clawed Arthit's chest, looking desperately at him... Not knowing where to scream... He wanted to scream so bad. He hated himself for insulting and making his husband feel bad... But he just couldn't grasp the fact that no matter what... Arthit will be gone... Leaving him... So what's the point of making his mind, his soul, his... His body vulnerable again... Knowing well that this time he won't be able to take it.

He just wanted to remain in that shell he made with all his husband's beautiful memories... And not come out... Because he knows he won't be able to make a new shell this time...

"Don't be so kind..." Kong's voice was a mere whisper. As he pushed back, hugging his hands to his chest. "Please don't be so kind to me... Don't... Don't make me your Dove again... Please let me be... I will give my all as your wife... My everything... But I can't take, being your Dove again..."

Arthit's deep hazel eyes were breaking him... Making him vulnerable... So he dropped his gaze, turning over to leave. He jolted again, the moment he touched the door knob and a veiny hand slapped against the door, blocking his way and holding the door from opening.

"Where are you going?"

Kong shivered hearing the deep whisper right against his ear... As the warm form stuck against his back. All of Kong's bravery crumbled to pieces making him blush and drop his gaze.

"Laundry..." The only word Kong could make out.

He cried when his waist was held and he got turned over again. He didn't dare raise his eyes as he clawed Arthit's chest, staring Arthit's neck.

"Papi..." Kong whispered, trying to push away again. Only to close his eyes when Arthit leaned down wrapping another arm around Kong's knees and lifting him off the ground upright.

Kong felt his breaths getting faster, his toes curled in his slippers and legs lifted back as he hid his face. Arthit felt so warm... He smelt so comforting... His arms around Kong's body so strong and overbearing that it broke Kong's resolutions. Making him crouch against Arthit's chest. Arthit felt like home and Kong felt scared and lost... How is he supposed to survive this time?

"Papi please..." Kong sobbed, wrapping his arms around Arthit's neck. Hiding his face in the crook. "Don't do this to me... Please..."

Arthit clenched his jaws, laying Kong down carefully over the bed. And Kong slumped the moment his back touched the mattress. Dropping his arms next to his head, biting his now colourless lips with his head turned away as he clawed the pillow.

Kong avoided Arthit's eyes as he struggled to hold in his sobs and trembles with his face looking away. Arthit's stare on his face scalding him like the burn of ignition... As he kept being leaned over with arms resting on the bed caging Kong's body.

"I will do the laundry..."

Kong couldn't stop sobbing... He felt so broken. So miserable. "Papi please... Stop it..."

"Sshhh..." Arthit kissed Kong's cheek. "Rest well... Get some sleep... I will do the rest of the works..."

Kong didn't respond... Just kept laying there... Dying in his mind while his heart, his soul, his body wanted to give away...

"And don't you worry, my love..." Kong stiffened feeling a kiss right on the corner of his lips. Making him blush from head to toe, feeling butterflies diving in his belly. Jolting when Arthit laid a possessive hand on his belly, leveling his lips next to Kong's ear.

"I am home..." Arthit whispered, kissing  Kong's cheek. "Papi is home now, sweetheart... So rest well."

Kong curled away, turning in a fetus against Arthit's chest. Like complaining and Arthit wrapped his arm possessively around Kong's back. "Papi..."

"Yes... Yes sweetheart... I am right here..."

"Papi please... I... I am scared... I am so scared..." Kong curled more into Arthit's warmth.

"You never wrote me letters?" Arthit muttered, caressing Kong's head looking lovingly at Kong's face. Not surprised when Kong stiffened in his arms. "I spent sleepless nights as well Baby Bird... I was waiting as well..."

Arthit didn't get any response and he didn't feel bad about it. Because he felt Kong's miserably crying form trembling against his chest. Arthit held Kong without prying anymore. He just kept holding his beautiful wife until he exhausted himself and fell asleep. Arthit covered Kong's body carefully with a cover and sat down on the edge of the bed... Resting his elbows on his parted knees. Pinching the bridge of his nose...

He gulped painful lumps, not caring about the tears that fell on the carpet of their room. He sniffed and looked around with trembling lips. Covering his mouth... Then rubbing his hands down his face, running them over his head. His emotions all over the place. As he looked blankly at nothing, holding his hair over his head.

His eyes going to the corner of the bed, knowing there must be answers under the dark corner of the bed... But he didn't know if he is ready to know them yet...

When Kong woke up... It was raining heavily outside with thunder and lightening... It was completely dark outside, he can see through the window glass. Kong gulped down his dry throat holding the covers over his chest. Looking around at the candles that were lit around the room... The power must have been cut because of the thunderstorm...

Kong was still in a daze... Recalling everything that happened. He looked to his side to find the bed empty... And the dread he lived for all these months came crashing down on him. Making him remove the covers in a haze... Did Arthit really leave? Did he leave again? Is he left to live alone again?

Kong felt a brick clog his throat as he trembled, rushing down the bed. He stopped for a moment... Looking down at himself... He was in just a tshirt... Reaching mid thighs. And the sight froze Kong... As he clawed his chest... Arthit changed him... But he didn't have time to live on that thought... Because the thought that Arthit left, shut his other alerts.

Enough for him to was visible from where he stood.

Arthit was cooking... Kong looked around, the whole house seemed silent without any presence... Except them... The pelting raindrop and the howling winds being the only sound that cut through the night... With occasional rumbling of thunder. But nothing was more silent and scary like the presence of his husband.

There was something about Arthit's demeanor and aura that made Kong gulp a lump and hold onto the railing tight. His long strands gently rolling against his body with the draft coming from some forgotten open window. And his voice was dead as he stared longingly at Arthit's form. Feeling a warmth with the thought that Arthit was here.

"I didn't go anywhere sweetheart..." Kong jolted hearing the deep register that broke the silence. And snapped his gaze at Arthit. Who didn't turn over once. Continuing to cook as his muscles flexed around his bare torso. "Don't be scared..."

But there was something about Arthit's tone that made Kong feel cornered. He blinked and gripped the railing in a knuckle whitening grip when Arthit looked over, meeting his gaze. His chiseled face shaded with the shadows playing around.

"You look so hot in my clothes..." Arthit commented in a sultry voice. "Like always..."

Kong's toes curled and he gnawed his lips with dropped gaze... Flushing mauve from head to toe. He gulped a lump and slowly walked down the stairs... It was raining and he loved watching it... And their backyard gave the best view of the changing shades of nature. The woods beyond their iron fencing looked haunting but so beautiful when it showered.... Even during the night.

So he ignored Arthit and walked past the kitchen counter with wobbly knees, because he can feel the piercing stare on his every movement. The tantalizing gaze that made him want to hide. But where? Hide himself where?

Kong tucked on his strands shyly as he drew in a deep breath, not worrying about his clothes because he knew they were alone and it was so dark with the thunderstorm outside that no one could see them if they didn't make an effort.

Kong smiled the moment he opened the backdoor, followed by the storm door and the gust of wind blew past him... Carrying mist from the heavy shower. He stepped outside, closing the storm door behind and let the sound of heavy winds and water numb the screams echoing in his head. But suddenly he went white as a sheet, freezing where he stood.

His breaths caught as he slowly looked down at himself... Arthit changed his clothes... Which means... He gasped feeling arms snake around his waist... And before he could react a moan slipped past his lips as his head fell back against the hard chest... Feeling a kiss on his neck. His knees gave up as he turned his head away, holding on the arms around his waist... Giving up... He didn't have it in him for doing anything anymore.

He crouched with a blush and dropped gaze when Arthit turned him over and kissed him... Kong whimpered shyly, clawing Arthit's chest with his arms folded. Melting and crouching against the warm, hard safe surface. Closing his eyes as he responded in his own pace... Because he was never able to keep up with his husband's. Tip toeing with his shy arms gently wrapping around Arthit's neck. As Arthit arched him in his arms and kissed his lips with a vigour so strong that Kong slowly started feeling dizzy...

He couldn't breathe, making him gasp and Arthit explored his mouth in a snap... Making Kong more breathless... Their heads turning either way to accomodate more to the invading touches.

He still tastes the same... Kong's mind slowly turned hazy... He still tastes like the strong drinks he likes to burn his insides with all the time... Like old oak and maples.

Kong's body prickled with goosebumps as he rippled and shuddered against Arthit's chest. Trying to push away... To get his breaths back... Only for Arthit to kiss him deeper, arching him more.

He still smell the same... Deep woods up in the mountains... With freshly fallen pine cones... Mysterious and scary... Yet... So comforting...

Kong's heart melted like his resolutions... As he teared up, feeling butterflies in his belly and the nerves of his lower body clenching... Feeling his toes curling... His heart bursting... His soul at rest... His body satisfied... His mind quiet... His whole existence in sync.... Like everytime this man touches him...

His dear husband... His Papi...

Who always had an invisible hold on Kong... Even with his gentle, respectful approaches... His caring nature... His ability to manage everything without a crease on his forehead. Always composed... Always letting Kong be himself... Always supportive... Yet...

If Arthit asks Kong to sit under the sun for the whole day without any shade or food and water... Kong will do it without a second thought.

Because he knows in his heart... Without a doubt... That Arthit will be sitting along with him...

"Papi..." Kong gasped, trembling and gasping for breath as he finally felt himself parting from the kiss. He licked his swollen lips without raising his eyes. Shuddering feeling Arthit's eyes on his lips. His warm uneven breath brushing right over Kong's face. No matter how dark it was. Only a part of the porch illuminated with the candle light coming through the storm door. "I can't breathe..."

Arthit bit his lips as he leaned closer with a mumble. "Then suck my breath in yourself..."

Kong's eyes widened, as Arthit kissed him deep the very next moment. Holding the back of Kong's thighs and lifting him off the ground. Making Kong straddle Arthit's hips. Kong whimpered, holding tight around Arthit's neck. Mewling as Arthit clawed his naked butt under the tshirt to hold him up...

Kong cried when Arthit made him sit over the table they had on the back porch... Where they have breakfast sometimes. Kong shivered, feeling his bare skin touch the wet table. As he snapped his arms back to support his torso from falling back. Gaping at the dark form of his husband towering over him. Arms propped next to Kong's hips, to support his own torso as their breaths mingled and Kong's legs remained folded and dangling mid-air.

"I am such an idiot..." Arthit uttered breathily. "Always searching from answers since I came back..."

Kong shuddered, trying to push back gulping down lumps. Feeling the heavy downpour wetting his back. Shivering with the cold gust of wind and Arthit's overbearing presence. Strangely all the other sounds muted in Kong's head... The only sound he could focus on that moment being Arthit's deep voice.

"All I needed was to touch you and look into your eyes..." Arthit whispered leaning down and Kong's strength gave up as he fell back over the hard surface. "When has your body ever been able to hide from me? When have you ever been able to shut your eyes from talking all those unspoken words to me?"

Kong looked away with trembling lips, as he clawed Arthit's arms. Flushing from head to toe. While Arthit remained between his thighs. Locking him in a position so vulnerable and open in every sense.

"I am such an idiot to wait for you to warm up..." Arthit kissed Kong's cheek with a soft whisper. "When has my shy little Dove ever been able to approach me on his own?"

Kong closed his eyes tight, biting on his lips to hold in his sobs as he trembled. Trying to push away feebly... The situation finally dawning upon him... And he felt so scared and relieved at the thought that Arthit knows... Even without asking or telling... Arthit just knows... So what now? Now that Arthit has a glimpse of what he went through for more than a year...

"I am such an idiot... To feel hurt when my sweet Kong refused to be my Dove..." Arthit kissed Kong's neck. "When I only needed to hold you tight and kiss you deep... When has my beautiful wife ever been able to remain upset with me for long... When has he ever... Ever stopped being my Dove?"

Kong knows... Arthit is breaking him... Because he is right... Kong has never been able to stay upset with his husband ever. Who can?

"I am sorry..." Arthit's voice broke.

And so did Kong's last bit... As he cried miserably. Never looking Arthit's way. Feeling so hurt... With everything.

"I am so sorry Dove..." Arthit brittled, kissing all over Kong's face tenderly. "I am so sorry... Please... Please... Forgive me... I will forever be sorry..."

Kong could only cry miserably... Feeling something break in him as he tuned his loud desperate cries with the howling winds and the rain spray that wet them both. Breaking more, hearing Arthit's desperate sobs against his chest.

"I will never forgive myself..."

Arthit loves his mother... Arthit loves Kong... And Arthit is stuck... It's not hard to understand his husband... Because Arthit always says... That he has so little left that he can't lose any...

And Kong feels selfish... Because he wanted Arthit to choose him...

The very thought made him try to push away... But Arthit was not ready to, as he pinned Kong's arms next to his head, hovering his face over Kong's avoiding one. Drops of water dripping on Kong's face with his wet strands. As his head shielded the beautiful face from the rain.

"I am not letting you go anywhere..." Arthit nudged his nose against Kong's cheek. "You are my Dove right?"

Kong blushed with his constant tears. As he refused to turn his face. Shaking his head in reply...

Arthit smiled this time. "I will make you my Dove again..."

Kong blushed deeper, as he tried squirming away. Only for Arthit to show him the difference in their strengths.

"And don't worry... This time... I will make sure... Your body and mind remember the good things..." Arthit sniffed Kong's neck. "I will make sure your body recalls what your Papi loves doing to you... Day in and day out..."

Kong stiffened with choked breaths... Feeling his toes curl as he turned more away... Squirming with shyness and jitters.

His mind taking him to the times they spent... Times when Kong could not get to wear clothes... Sometimes for the whole day... No matter how much he begged with shyness and embarrassment... The only things he'd do will be writhe and moan, cry in pleasure, melt in the warmth... And be carried around every corner of the house... Being a doll to an insatiable beast...

But yet... Kong was happy... Because his body was comfortable... More the reason living in this house was suffocating him... Every second... Because each corner of this place hold memories... Even their basement that had the washing machine.

His home was gone... But now...

"This time I will make sure..." Kong gnawed his lips with closed eyes, blushing mauve as Arthit slowly slided up the now drenched tshirt. Baring his torso... His hand gliding up Kong's skin purposefully... Until the tshirt was removed...

Kong's guards were already on a shut down. As he writhed with a moan freely. Feeling the rain spray wet his naked body... He tried to cover his chest... Only to whimper as his wrists were pinned together over his head.

"I will make sure... I leave a part of myself in you..." Arthit stared at the scrawny belly, missing the soft chubbiness there. Yet so beautiful. As he caressed over the surface. Clawing possessively. "To keep you busy when I am not around..."

Kong's chest heaved and fell in an unsteady motion. He was surprised and a bit disappointed that he didn't get pregnant... But maybe that was for the best... But now... Something tells him... New phases of his life are round the corner... And he didn't want to... But still couldn't help himself from feeling the bubble of happiness wrap him.

"I missed them..." Arthit kissed around Kong's soft bosoms. Avoiding the perked nipples, taking his slow deliberate time... "Oh the memories..."

Kong arched with soft whispery whimpers. Clawing his knuckles in the strong grip that kept him pinned down. Yeah he remembers... Straddling Arthit's hips on the living room sofa... With the television running in the background... While Arthit remained snuggled deep inside Kong's body without a single movement... Just taking his time, suckling on Kong's bosoms for uncountable minutes... Helping Kong's hips sometimes to pleasure themselves.

"Papi..." Kong whispered desperately... With closed eyes in a trance... The cold spray of water and all the heat from his husband turned him numb... As he gave up writhing for his husband. "Papi..."

Arthit kissed Kong's belly in reply. Lowering himself between Kong's parted legs. Holding his thighs spread firmly. Kong arched himself with a loud moan... That got masked with the thunder. Throwing his head back and throwing his arms desperately to hold onto something. Only to claw the hard surface... Feeling the warm tongue that always flipped his nature... Turning him into something he doesn't know he could be...

And Arthit was too hungry and feeding himself to notice the smile of satisfaction that got hidden by the darkness...

Focussing on the loud desperate moans that got hidden by the rain... As he did what he desired... Thoroughly with precision... At one point not about his pleasure anymore... But just to see the rolled back eyes and hear the desperate moans while he moved his hips like being on a mission... Holding the arms next to the dusky waist for better momentum... While the dinner remained turning cold right next the jolting body.

He did feel like Papi once again... Strong and safe... Feeling so powerful that only he can turn his shy wife into a desperate bitch...

"You are mine..." Kong couldn't form a word. As he looked at himself in front of their bedroom's mirror. Standing with spread legs, his arms pulled and held back while his whole body jolted with the way Arthit pounded into him.

The position so embarassing... But Kong didn't care about his sweaty body lr his diheaveled long strands. Or about the drool that rolled out the corner of his lips for keeping his mouth open for too long. Neither did he care about his eyes rolling back to his skull... Feeling the hits right against the spot that Arthit somehow manages to hit everytime perfectly. Messing Kong more than he already got.

"Only mine..." Kong clawed the mattress that he was facing, lying on his belly with his legs outstretched. Arthit straddling the back of his thighs and rocking into him like a mad man. His lips next to Kong's ear. The tightness with Kong's legs sticking together driving them both crazy.

Kong jolted with the first shock of the upteenth number of orgasm he had been rewarded with. His jaws fell and eyes dilated with twitches. As he stared blankly at the mattress. Shuddering with the feel of everything concentrating on one point. His throat dried with lips spread in a desperate smile as he waited with ragged breath, feeling the hits spot on.

"Papi..." Kong whimpered, feeling the doom. "I..."

Arthit chuckled throatily next to Kong's ear as he gripped Kong's hair and snapped his head back. "Scream... Scream with your all..."

"Aahh..." Kong felt a whimper, as Arthit graced him with his strength and faster hits. And he struggled for breaths, feeling his all clenching and the next moment he screamed shaking all over. Quivering like a quake. Tearing up.

"Fuck..." Arthit gritted his teeth feeling Kong clench on him so strongly. And he couldn't hold it any longer. Growling in satisfaction as he bit Kong's shoulder and felt himself coming off strong and satisfactory. Not minding his fastening hip movement. Kong's desperate cries adding all the fuel needed. Until both had nothing left.

Kong struggled for breaths, as he laid on the mattress feeling soft drawly kisses on his sweaty back. With deep guttural breaths.

"I love you..."

Kong heard the soft whisper. He smiled shyly holding the forefinger of the veiny pale hand resting in front of his face... Carrying the golden band on the ring finger.

"I love you too..."

Arthit smiled with exhausted breaths. Kissing the dusky back as softly as he could... But Kong's eyes widened the next moment, feeling something stir inside him. He gasped and tried to look back. Only to blush hearing the throaty chuckle.

"Papi..." Kong whined this time. Trying to turn over.

"Let's see if I can impregnate you in one night..."

Kong's voice died in his throat, as he gasped feeling the first hit hard and deep. Jolting him all over again.

Layna was in a bad mood. The rain was so heavy last night that she couldn't come back. Scared that the whore would open his mouth in her absence and ruin everything... But then again... She has absolute control over the bitch... Knowing well Kong wouldn't do anything... And even if he does... Layna is still Arthit's mother...

She rang the bell again. Not knowing what took them so long to open the door. She gaped when the door finally opened and a very diheaveled looking Arthit stood in front of her. In a blue pyjama and white vest.

"Can you keep it down... He is sleeping..." Arthit uttered in his deep morning voice. Looking over to go upstairs again.

Layna seethed completely losing it, as she stormed inside. "How dare you talk to your mother for a bitch that's just there to warm your bed?"

Arthit stopped midway through the stairs. And Layna forgot keeping a facade. "That's just a body that should serve you... How dare you give that whore more importance than your own mother... How.."

Layna stopped, freezing as her son looked over his shoulder meeting her gaze. He didn't utter a word... Just fixed his icy stare at Layna. Who gulped a lump coming to her senses. Smiling to mask her outburst.

"I just can't leave the trauma that my mother in law gave me right?" She uttered sadly. "I mean... I am just exhausted and vented it out..."

Arthit didn't reply, just kept looking at his mother silently. Until Layna felt being murdered... "Please keep it down... He is sleeping..."

Arthit was gone before Kong could reply. And Layna wanted to scream. "What voodoo is that bitch practicing on my son..."

"If my wife had a body like that... And I got to fuck and stare at that perky ass... I'd have been my wife's slave as well."

"I shouldn't have stopped those men from spreading that whore's legs..." Layna regretted. She could've ruined Kong... In every way. But now.

"Too late sister... Even I missed my chance..."

Layna trembled with chagrin... Knowing well that it's really too late... Not knowing the shame and pain that spread through her only son's body hearing those venomous words.

"Papi..." Kong whispered, when Arthit slided next to him again. Taking him in his arms. "Where are you?" Kong laid comfortably over Arthit's chest and held him tight..

"Ssshh... Papi is here..." Arthit whispered, kissing Kong's head. "Go back to sleep..."

Kong was already softly snoring again. Completely drowsed... While Arthit stared blankly at nothing. Holding his Dove tight.

Kong looked at himself in the mirror, wearing a tea length peach dress with quarter sleeves and boat neck design... With heavy ruffles. He wore a beige heel with it. Tying his hair half on the top and leaving the rest open. Parted from the side as loose locks fell over his face.

He doesn't remember when he dolled himself last time... Instead of fearing that he woke up late... But this morning when he woke up... He found this dress ready on one side of the bed with a note. "Get ready... We are going out after breakfast..."

Kong couldn't have been more happy as he smiled with a blush knowing well... He doesn't need to be fearful anymore. He applied lip gloss and finally left the room with jitters of excitement.

And it was worth it... Because for the first time.... He wasn't wary about Layna or Bob's presence. Instead he stared at the man wearing a washed jeans with tucked white shirt. Waiting over the dinner table. And Kong felt fireworks when he stepped on the last stair and their eyes met.

Arthit was taken aback for a bit with the beauty... And he came to his feet in a daze, approaching his squirming Dove. Who dropped his gaze and tucked on his loose locks...

"Goodmorning..." Arthit held Kong's hands and got them to his lips. Eyes fixed on the avoiding ones over his lashes.

Kong gnawed his lips, feeling the unfazed eyes on his face as his knuckles were dabbed gently, running shivers down Kong's spine. Looking away feeling kisses on his knuckles.

"Did you rest well?" Arthit smiled. Much... Much relaxed with the shyness this time.

Smiling more when Kong failed to reply. Tempted to bend the shy sweetheart over the stair wall to see the side that Kong doesn't know he has. He kissed Kong's head instead holding his wild urges and guided him towards the dinner table. Maybe tonight... Over the kitchen counter... He will ask Kong to make a strawberry cake. In just an apron... Oh! The way those perky nipples would peek out...

Kong sat down carefully as Arthit held the chair for him. Completely unaware of the thoughts of those hungry eyes. Feeling the tender kiss on his cheek as his breakfast got served.

"Going somewhere?" Layna asked casually.

Arthit nodded. While Kong remained silent. Making Layna mad. But before she could reply there was a knock on the door. Layna instantly perked up knowing it's the grocery run. Kong stiffened feeling Layna's eyes on him.

"Go on..." Layna smirked. "Your helper is here... We all can hear your voice now... Can't we?"

Kong's hands tightened on the spoon. He didn't want to go... But he has to... He was about to stand but stiffened feeling Arthit coming to his feet right next to him. Surprising everyone. As he walked around silently towards the door. Kong slumped in relief... Feeling something lift off his shoulders.

Arthit opened the door and stared at the man smiling. Which instantly dropped looking at Arthit there.

"I got the grocery.." Jack gestured the box he was holding.

Arthit stared at the man eye to eye for a moment. Then took the box. "Thanks for all your help man... Really appreciate your courtesy towards my wife... But your services are no longer required... I am back to take care of the rest."

Jack's smile faltered as he didn't like the answer. But he tried to mask it with a smile. "No problem... You have got one sweet wife..."

Arthit stared at him blankly. Jack gulped a lump... That Bob had been running him in circles for so long without any proper taste of the little minx. He didn't want to die of blue balls anymore... Atleast a glimpse that might inspire his hands or hips... with the loose hole of his wife.

"Where is he?" Jack tried to peek in through Arthit's towering figure.

"Busy..." Arthit replied blankly.

"Oh... Can I say hello?"

"No..."

Jack gaped slowly losing it. "Come on man... I helped so long... Atleast let me see his face..."

Arthit felt something twist hearing the desperation in his voice. Feeling bile and blinding anger at the same time...

Recalling the tear smudged ink on the letters... He just read yesterday.

"I think you should leave..."

"Kong... Where are you? See..."

Kong jolted staring at his plate
and Jack grunted at the same time feeling a bone crunching punch on his face and hearing the same.

"He isn't a exhibition... He is my wife..." Arthit hissed, dropping another punch holding Jack's collar to keep him steady. Jack might be bigger but when he tried fighting back... Arthit only punched him harder. The grocery sprawled all over the front porch.

"Take his name with respect... He is my precious treasure... Not your eye candy..." Arthit lost his cool and the results were a horrified Layna and Bob standing next to each other on the porch. Some satisfied neighbours including Dean, enjoying the scene.

As Jack was pushed back to the lawn towards the gate with Arthit's punches. "Raise your eyes at him one more time... I will kill you in ways that will leave you begging for death even after you die..."

Jack dropped on the ground outside the gates, coughing blood as he struggled with his distorted face. While Arthit towered over him with bloody fisted knuckles. Tilting his head like a maniac.

"Here..." He pulled out his wallet and snapped cash over the man's face. "For your grocery. Get yourself treated. And you tell this to your mates... That I am back... So the next time... The results of my wife's insults won't end up good."

Arthit looked over, taking deliberate strides towards his house. Looking at his mother and uncle standing on the porch. Layna gulped a lump, feeling an intense fear grip on her.

"Arthit..." She gasped to hold in her shock. "Why would you do that?"

Arthit didn't reply and Bob added. "Yeah.. no one makes such advances without being invited... You were gone for so long... We were here... Trust us... Your wife takes those favours for a price... I mean he is young with needs and you were gone..."

Kong covered his ears with trembles, never raising his eyes, hearing the blood curdling scream that erupted around their property. Bob's screams seemed like karma to him... As he felt tears.

Bob held on his broken arm rolling on the ground while Layna watched horrified. With ragged breaths.

"I think you two should leave..." Arthit casually stepped on Bob's broken elbow and put pressure on it. Meeting his mother's gaze calmly, ignoring Bob's screams and attempts to flee.

He held his mother's gaze, kicking Bob's chest with his heavy boots with his free leg. "We are going out..." Arthit spoke out with each kick. "By the time we return... Don't remain in the vicinity of this place... And don't even think about doing something funny..." Arthit kicked the hardest before stepping away. "It won't end well... Mother."

Arthit looked down at the pathetic man, writhing in pain. "Not much of a man now... Are you?"

Kong opened his eyes. Feeling a kiss on his head. "Sweetheart..." Arthit chirped. "Finish up quickly. We need to leave..."

Kong's lips trembled as he slowly looked up to meet Arthit's gaze... His eyes cold. Even though he smiled. "I will get a shrug for you okay? It's windy outside... Finish up..."

Arthit kissed Kong's head once again, turning over to leave. Kong instantly grabbed his wrist. Making Arthit look over. Kong's voice died as he tried forming words pointing tearily at the bloody knuckles.. meeting the tantalizing dark eyes.

"I am fine..." Arthit smiled. Turning over to leave again.

Only for Kong to hold his wrist again... And this time with a stern stare. "Dove..." Arthit uttered deeply.

Kong shivered but gestured Arthit to lean closer. Arthit followed, putting a hand on the table and one behind Kong's chair. "Yes?"

Kong kissed Arthit's cheek tenderly. Then dropped his gaze. Arthit remained frozen for a moment, then slowly turned his attention to the shy face.

"That's it?" Arthit uttered tilting his head.. "that's all that I had to do?"

Kong kept holding Arthit's arm desperately, never raising his eyes. " You could've just asked sweetheart... I'd punch each and every one... If it means you will give me rewards.."

Kong blushed, hiding his face against Arthit's arm. Who stayed there without movement... Comforting his Dove... Not caring what happened outside or how Dean and his other neighbours dealt with it.

Kong had a shy smile on his lips as he looked out at the passing scenery. While Lisa drove him through the traffic or Oregon. Holding the lunchbox carefully.

"He will be upset with you again..." Lisa sighed.

Kong spread his shy smile, looking down at himself. "That's his love..."

Lisa smiled, shaking her head. "I know..."

They soon reached their destination. And Lisa rushed out to help Kong out of the car. As the crisp autumn breeze brushed against Kong's cheek and he stared at the bright place. 'The woods bread and breakfast'.

It's been almost two years since they shifted here selling their e everything in the country Except their home. And Arthit with Dean's partnership opened this bed and breakfast. Things are good...

"I told you not to stress yourself..." Kong blinked and looked ahead hearing the loud scold.

He smiled brightly looking at his husband rushing towards him distressed and angry. Looking so handsome in a jeans and plaids. With sneakers.

"Papi..." Kong smiled spreading his arms gesturing with the fingers of his free hands for Arthit to come closer.

"Hey..." Arthit crooned, cupping Kong's face. "Hey my gubbly little fish... Hey sweetheart..." Arthit kissed Kong's face all over.

Kong giggled with the tender affection as he held Arthit's wrists. "I got lunch... Lets eat together..."

"Ofcourse..." Arthit made sure he showered Kong with hundred kisses before parting and looking down with sparkling eyes.

"Hey little love..." Arthit cupped Kong's heavily swelling belly from below and leaned down. Showering the swell with kisses. "Hey... Daddy loves you so much... Grow healthy okay..."

Arthit chuckled feeling a kick against his palm. While Kong groaned gripping Arthit's hand. Their baby always reacts to their father's voice. Both happy in each other's company... Which meant more sleepless nights for Kong... But...

Kong stared at the dimpled smile and soft croons that addresses him and their unborn child... It's worth it...

Because Arthit kept his promise... He remained their home...
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Author's Note:

Many of you must think that I created Kong's character too soft, too vulnerable in many of my stories... He is too timid... But you also must have noticed that it's only in front of Arthit...

Let me reveal a secret which I hope won't disgust any of you... I can relate to Kong because Arthit is so protective and strong that Kong doesn't need to shield himself in front of that man... He knows he is safe and sounds like himself in front of that man...

Someone I always wish to have in my life...

Arthit is fictional... But I made him everything I could ever want in my stories... Someone who will without hesitation utter "I am right behind you... Never be afraid to fall..."

Unfortunately I have no one of that sort but myself... And I am tired of being strong all the time... So I gave Kong everything that I never have... Family, friends and a man... Who can turn worlds for him...

I know I am ranting... But I also feel the need I should share sometimes...

Hope you enjoyed the story...

And now... lazylioness555 thank you so much... I didn't want to update... Because nothing inspires me anymore... But your edits and hardwork needs appreciation...

Concept photo

1. Two Worlds.

2. Malang.

I have more concept photos but I reached limit so I'll show next time.

Love...