It had been easier to want him when I hated him. I could admire his dark ebony hair without worrying that my hands would run through the silky strands. I could want his soft pink lips without thinking I might press mine against them. I could lust for his toned tan body without fearing that my fingers would touch his skin.

I hadn't worried about acting on these thoughts because Kongpob was an ass and I was more likely to kill him than kiss him.

When I first met him, he was selfish and cruel - he used people for his pleasure and put everyone's lives at risk. His motto had been "whatever the hell we want". It was a good thing that I hadn't followed that train of thought or most days, that arrogant narcissist would've been sporting a black eye from my fist.

But then I saw him with Charlotte and there was a crack in my armor. After that, Kongpob started to take his responsibilities as camp leader more seriously and there went another chink. But when I saw him beg for death in the woods, my defense was shattered.

Now, there were all these feelings inside of me that I didn't know what to do with. I was starting to care for him way more than I should.

It was seriously freaking me out.

I knew all about the boys and girls coming and going from Kongpob's tent - hell, everyone knew about them. One day it was a pretty brunette girl that oozed sweetness and the next it would be a handsome guy who practically screamed sex with his sultry looks. Some days the irritant would have two girls instead of one. The guy just never stopped.

Then something changed and there were no more nightly visitors.

Oh, there were still offers - Kongpob just never accepted them anymore.

Some time between his sister Maprang disappearing briefly and the trip to the bunker with me, he stopped his merry-go-round of conquests. It was a shame as Kongpob might actually have been easier to convince of my proposal when he didn't seem to care who shared his bed. I have been told that I'm attractive enough times that I figured he wouldn't kick me out of bed if the offer was made.

Besides, despite our arguments and bickering in the past, I've caught Kongpob's appraising look more than once when he thought I didn't notice.

I just needed to get rid of these distracting thoughts of him so that we could go back to the uneasy truce we had before. Maybe if I had sex with him once, that I wouldn't have to wonder anymore.

It's not like it would mean anything to either of us anyways.

Besides, it wouldn't take long before I would be reminded about how annoyingly cocky the younger male usually was and everything would go back to normal. No more getting sidetracked by this clearly unwelcome attraction that neither of us could possibly want to the other. It would be to the obvious benefit of us both if we just slept together and moved on.

No more curiosity.

No more wondering.

No more fantasizing.

It's clear that the only way to cure myself of Kongpob Suthiluck was to slay my demons...or rather sleep with one.

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He had gone to bed alone.

I needed to do this now, having already downed a cup of Bright's moonshine for some liquid courage. If he rejected me, I could blame it on the alcohol. It was a win/win situation.

After waiting a few minutes to ensure there were no surprise visitors making an attempt like myself, I snuck into his tent. He was lying face-up on his bed with an arm thrown over his eyes and his bare chest put on display for my lusty gaze to soak up. I couldn't tell if he was wearing anything else as he was covered by the animal fur that he used as a blanket but I was eager to find out.

Kongpob must have not heard me - or was already asleep - because he didn't say anything or react to my entrance into his tent. I knelt on the makeshift bed and the sudden weight change must've finally alerted him to my presence because an arm shot out to grab my wrist and I was tugged hard, causing me to lose my balance and tumble across the younger's chest. Kongpob shifted his body and I found himself lying beneath the other but before I had time to react and possibly escape with little-to-no damage to my ego, my wrists were held captive above my head.

I was trapped.

The nearly naked man leered down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Oon...don't you know you shouldn't sneak into people's beds without permission?"

Rather horny at the dominant display, I couldn't help but to arch my body against the weight pressing down on me, feeling the younger male's hardness pressed against my thigh through the thin fur that was still tangled around Kongpob's waist. How I was dying to feel that thick cock inside me, pressing up against my prostate over and over again until I was forced to come untouched.

Feeling feisty due to the dirty images running rampant in my mind and the alcohol streaming through my veins, I arch an eyebrow as I bravely toss out, "I think that's all the permission I need Kong."

I almost wanted to laugh when I saw Kongpob swallow hard, his hand tightening against my wrists for a brief second as he shudders in response to my constant grinding against his body.

He wanted me.

"What kind of game are you playing at, Oon?" Kongpob's tone and face were far more serious than I would have expected once he gets himself back in control, especially given the hard proof of his desire.

"One I've heard that you are very good at." I said suggestively.

I couldn't help but wonder why all the questions and delays - either let's get busy already or kick me out so I can recover my pride in private. It's clear that he's more than up for what I wanted based on his reactions alone so what's the hold up here?

"This isn't a game. Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"

I nodded, "I kn...mmph."

I didn't get to finish as Kongpob had clamped his lips down on the mine, effectively shutting me up as I silently rejoiced in his acquiescence. He traced his tongue along my bottom lip, teasing me into opening my mouth to slide that bewitching tongue against mine in a delicate dance of dominance that I willingly gave up, if only to ensure his continued participation.

Honestly, I was surprised that he had given in so easily considering that he didn't really like me. He must be more hard up for sex than I thought after refusing all those others for so long. There was an odd ache in my chest at the thought but I ignored it in favor of trying to get more friction on my aching cock.

I was using him and he was just doing the same.

Time seemed to stand still as we kissed, yet, Kongpob didn't try anything else. It was like he was satisfied with just kissing me. It was confusing and annoying. Finally, he pulled back and looked down at me, his black eyes filled with lust and something else. We stared at each other, breathing hard and neither of us spoke for a moment.

"I think that's enough for tonight Oon."

My jaw dropped. "What the fuck Kongpob? That's it?"

He let go of my wrists only to wrap an arm around my waist then pulled my body with him as he rolled till we were once again face-to-face on our sides and as much as I tried to get free, his arm was like a steel band, holding me in place.

Kongpob smirked, "What's the matter? Not what you were expecting?"

I sputtered in outrage and spit out, "Whatever. Just let me go already so I can leave."

"Oh no Oon, you aren't going anywhere."

"And why is that?"

"Because you and I are just getting started."

Why was he acting like this? I should have been naked already, sliding against him in mutal ecstasy. His cock pounding into my ass as I suck and lick on his sweaty skin, our unexplained and unnatural desire for each other disappearing with each powerful thrust of his hips. Not curled up in bed with him, fully dressed and frustratingly turned on like it was a goddamn slumber party.

"I hate you Kongpob Suthiluck."

The smirk slid away to be replaced by a soft smile settling across the younger's lips before he gave me a soft kiss on my lips and pulled the blanket over our cooling bodies, my heart beating exponentially faster at this rather gentle gesture than when he'd been kissing the breath out me.

"No, you don't Arthit Rojnapat. It's not hate that you feel for me. You know it and I know it."

And for some reason, these words caused an irrational panic to spread and I knew, without a doubt, that things between us were never going to be the same.

Instead of slaying the demon, I had been unwittingly conquered by him instead.

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A/N: I started off with a tease but I promise there is actual smut in this story. I just like a little build-up before jumping into it. Maybe it's because I think of myself more of a Fluff Queen than one of the legendary Smut Queens.

And yes, I have certain authors that I've proclaimed as certain categories: Fluff Queen, Angst Queen and Smut Queen. Any other categories that you guys can think of?

Next update will be...who knows?? Certainly not me! See ya next time dear readers! 💙💙