Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 204. A taste

Henry’s POV

I carried Kenny inside one of the rooms on the third floor; all of the doors had been opened as if welcoming us to choose.

After entering the biggest and nearest, I closed the door with my foot.

Inside the adjoining bathroom, I found a walk-in rain shower. I let Kenny down, holding only his upper body against me while I checked the water temperature.

When it was neither too cold nor hot, I carried him inside and let the water wash away all the filth on us. After I grabbed shampoo and shower gel from the rack inside the shower, I slid down the wall with Kenny and positioned him between my legs, with his back against my chest, to make sure he wasn’t choking on the water.

"Kenny, you are home. You fought and won." I murmured, burying my face in his neck while hugging him.

"You can do everything, and you did everything..." I squeezed him to myself.

"So could you please stop constantly leaving me behind?" It came out as a whimper, but there were only the two of us inside here, and as my master’s dog, this demand was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Wasn’t it only natural for a dog to crave his owner’s presence?

"Please... don’t leave me again."

The warm water calmed me, and the warm body I held made me happy. He had still not regained consciousness, and I was not sure about his mental state.

But everything was good, everything was alright as long as we both were alive. Then we could salvage everything else.

I put shower gel on my hands, and after hesitating a moment, I placed them on Kenny’s warm stomach, letting my hands slide over his smooth muscles, over his chest.

Watching absentmindedly how the water turned redder with each of my motions, I emptied my mind, just feeling him and the heartbeat.

I am not gay. He is not a woman. I am no woman either.

I looked down at his neck, where the water hadn’t met his skin. My head clouded.

Wouldn’t it be such a pity to waste the ambrosia, served on the most enticing plate?

There was no need to question my sexuality.

I am...

I lowered my head, pulling him up to me.

...just thirsty...

I placed my lips against his skin, taking a taste.

...for power...

I felt the ambrosia working, not only the surge of the giant’s remains that nourished the shadowy energy as it danced happily inside my cells, but also how my body grew hotter, hungrier.

...like everybody else.

It took me more time to snap out of it than I would have liked to admit, and when I did, I leaned my cheek against Kenny’s, cradling him.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

I licked my lips nervously and continued to wash him, massaging shampoo into his hair and holding him a bit more to the water, always making sure he would not get it in his nose or mouth.

I just ripped open what was left of his pants, only to be confronted with a pair of red boxer shorts that had turned mostly transparent.

"Fuck."

I pressed my eyes shut and ripped them apart as well, using a towel that hung nearby instead of my hands to continue cleaning him up. When I was in the midst of washing Kenny for the second time, I heard a noise from outside.

"Can I come in? Do you need help?" Ethan had apparently entered the room and was making his way to us in the bathroom.

"GET OUT IMMEDIATELY!" I bellowed, making sure the towel still covered Kenny, my heart skipping a beat as if I were doing something worth hiding.

"Don’t you—"

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled, and when I heard him agreeing and leaving, I breathed out a long sigh.

I closed my eyes again and rested my head against Kenny’s shoulder.

"Fuck."

To wash his thighs and legs, I needed to lean him against the wall. I used the towel to support his back so he wouldn’t injure himself, and without looking, I grabbed another two towels to cover his private parts and to scrub him thoroughly, including his back... and overall... backside.

If I had known this task would be this taxing... I would have done it anyway; no one but his dog should be allowed that close to him.

The water rained down on me, and the whole process of caring for him was becoming more gratifying with each passing moment, the cleaner he got, and the more he resembled his old self again. When I carried him out of the shower and dried him, it was so relaxing that I would have loved to fall asleep together immediately.

Kenny was wrapped up in a bathrobe, with a towel slung around his hair and fluffy bathing shoes on his feet, while I quickly discarded my clothes and showered off the rest of the blood on me.

After ensuring that not a speck of red was left on the shower floor, as well as on both of us, I dried myself, donned the same white bathrobe as Kenny, and carried him out of the bathroom.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Ethan, who was leaning against the closed door.

I ignored him and placed Kenny on the bed, laying his head in my lap to continue drying his hair.

Ethan seemed concerned, but that was his problem; if he insisted on watching, then—no, what the hell was he still doing here?

"Didn’t I tell you to leave?"

"You did." He cleared his throat.

"Tell me what I should do if I suddenly feel like leaving a girl alone with a man lusting after her? What should I do then as someone who works for that girl’s grandmother?"

"He is not a girl." I chuckled at the fact that I had to repeat myself inside and outside of my head.

"And that is the only reason why I stayed outside and didn’t storm into the bathroom after hearing your voice turn murderous; in apparent fear, I would walk in and see something I should not."

I concentrated on drying the strands of Kenny’s dark blond hair, which looked much darker when wet.

"I won’t do anything to harm him." I wanted to flash an assuring smile, but right now, I just didn’t feel like it and didn’t look away from Kenny.

"Would you sexually assault him? I have to make sure, please understand."

"No, never."

"Good. The doctors are waiting outside the room, asking why it takes so long to wash someone—"

"Have they ever washed someone who was covered in blood from head to toe?" My face finally cracked.

I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and ensured there was no blood or water left in Kenny’s ears before placing him on the mattress and going to the closet. There, I found enough casual men’s wear and selected something simple for us.

When I saw that Ethan still had not left, I faced him with clothes in my hand.

"Ten minutes, then they can come in; now get out."

He took off his glasses and sighed deeply before finally leaving.

I dressed Kenny before dressing myself. There were no other external injuries. If there had been, I would not have taken my time to make sure he was cleaned up but would have treated him immediately.

Eventually, with everything finished, I let the doctors in—the two from the ambulance were not among them, but the ones who had waited in the mansion for us to arrive.

They brought a few medical machines with them, and when Kenny was wired to each of them, Mrs. Howard entered after explicitly asking if her grandson was clothed.

I sat in a chair not far away and took a glass of water from the little table beside me to sip on it while watching them work.

Mrs. Howard took a seat on the chair next to me, with the little table between us.

"Tomorrow you have an appointment in front of a judge." She said, her eyes never leaving Kenny.

"I know. Thank you for your help."

"A few invitations regarding your person have come in already." She brushed my thanks over just like I thought she would.

"I am not going anywhere."

"Mhm. However, the little lawyer predicted that they will eventually come for him." She motioned to her grandson and made an ugly face.

I joined her in her frown.

"What is his solution?"

"This ominous... center."