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AN: …You have no idea how much fun this chapter was, for whatever reason. And a new character is added. Enjoy~

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Chapter 3:

“And, now for you…”

Jensen didn’t like the tone of his voice, and his eyes, they appeared menacing. And when he suddenly approached, he loomed ominously over him. “What do you want?” Jensen asked, his fingers instinctively searching for his katana that was not there.

“I’m going to finish what I failed to do earlier,” Taras said emotionlessly, his face straight and plain, but his eyes were fierce and scary.

Jensen immediately stiffened, his muscles becoming tense, defensive. Was he serious? Finished what he failed to do? He should have known the man had an ulterior motive. They all do!

Well, it wasn’t going to happen without one hell of a struggle!

“…I’m kidding,” Taras suddenly announced as he flapped his hand nonchalantly, his harden features relaxing into a carefree look. “Relax.”

Jensen merely blinked as Taras flopped himself down onto the bed beside him. He also felt somewhat…frazzled. What just happened?

“I’m not going to do anything,” Taras said as he folded his arms behind his head, getting himself comfortable. “Besides, Kagen will kill me if I did anything in his house. You would put up one hell of a fight, which means you'd make one hell of a mess. And I can't clean for shit.”

Jensen wasn’t sure how to respond. This guy…was weird. Really weird. “Well, at least you're honest.”

“Whatever.”

Silence took hold after that, but surprisingly to Jensen, it wasn’t all that uncomfortable. Sure, it should have been, after Taras pulled that act on him that inwardly caused him to shit himself, but his presence wasn’t all that unpleasant.

Maybe Taras wasn’t so bad after all.

“Did you pick up my stuff as well?” Jensen asked over the silence.

“Yes, I picked up your stuff as well,” Taras replied as he flapped his hand carelessly at him again. “I’ve put them…somewhere.”

Jensen snapped his head up and narrowed his eyes. “Where?”

“Hey, relax, I put them somewhere safe,” Taras grinned as he peered up at him through one open eye. “Oh, alright, there in the lounge room. As if I was going to let you anywhere near that katana of yours.”

Well, at least he didn’t leave it on the side of the road like he had first feared. And, he kinda expected Taras to up and leave after a few minutes, after he made sure that Kagen wasn’t on the property. But he was still hanging around.

And now that Jensen could get a proper look at him, he noted that the redhead was indeed rather handsome, and his crimson red hair suited him well. It even matched his blue eyes, despite contrasting. His jawline was square and masculine, yet not overly so. And he had surprisingly thick eyelashes that outline his eyes, making them appear deeper, more mysterious and alluring.

Jensen unintentionally made himself feel frazzled. He couldn’t believe where his thought pattern had suddenly turned and he tried to distract himself.

“You’re terrified of him, aren’t you?” Jensen was just making conversation now. Normally, he preferred silence as he was used to it, but…

“Of Kagen?” Taras queried. “Nah, he’s harmless.”

Jensen didn’t buy that. “You wouldn’t be here if he was harmless.”

“Alright, fine,” Taras said as he heaved himself into a sitting position. “He scares the living shit out of me when he’s in ‘Maternal Mode’.”

Jensen blinked in confusion. “Maternal mode?” Do martial artists even have maternal modes?

“Have you ever met a feisty mother-hen who can cut a man to size at six paces with the flick of his tongue?”

A look of amusement appeared on Jensen’s face as he shook his head. “He’s not that bad, is he?”

“Depends on which side of the mothering you’re on.”

Jensen took that as reassurance that he was on the right side of that ‘Maternal Mode’. And he made the mental note not to ever be on the wrong side. If a big bad Russian like Taras was scared of him, well, holy crap.

“Anyway, what did he mean about checking on Makis?” Jensen asked, somewhat interested. “He’s a doctor or something?”

“Not really,” Taras said with a light shrug, leaning back to rest against the headboard in a relaxed manner. “He just has a lot of first aid knowledge and most people we know hate doctors and hospitals. Besides, this one is more than a patient.”

Jensen was a little confused by that. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say he needs treatment, but not of the medical kind.” There was that slight suggestive tone again.

But Jensen still didn’t quite understand. “Huh?”

“They’re crushing on each other, you twit,” Taras said as he rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. “Jeez, you’re slow.”

“I’m not slow,” Jensen immediately defended. “Unlike you, I don’t have my mind constantly in the gutter.”

Again, Taras merely shrugged, a wolfish grin on his lips. “You don’t know what you’re missing then.”

“…Git.”

“...Did you just turn British on me?”

Jensen blushed darkly and bristled. “I watch too much BBC, ok?!”

“How cute~”

Jensen snorted, but made no attempt to make a sarcastic retort. He folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the pillows, taking a moment to look around the room. Again, like the rest of the mansion, it was big, probably the size of his entire apartment. Not that it was anything impressive, still…

A shiver suddenly raced down Jensen’s spine and a sound that could only be described as a ‘mewl’ escaped his lips when he felt something touch his hair. It was light, a mere feather touch, but it was enough to make his stomach clench and make him turn toward the touch.

“W-what are you doing?” he stuttered when he realised quickly that Taras was the one with his fingers in his hair.

“You had something in your hair,” Taras replied with a light sense of confusion. And although Jensen refused to look him in the face, let alone the eyes, he knew that Taras was smirking in amusement. “Did you...did you just purr?”

“N-no...” Jensen tried to deny, but ended up giving a deep throat purr when Taras laced his fingers in his hair, his fingertips brushing against the scalp. Jensen’s body went limp and he found himself pushing against the hand massaging his hair. “Nya~!”

“Oh, what's this?” Taras asked in clear amusement, twisting a strand of Jensen’s hair around his finger. “You're quite sensitive, aren't you?”

“S-stop it!” Jensen shouted, but his body posture told another story.

Gwad, it was embarrassing! For as long as Jensen could remember, his hair and scalp had always been super sensitive. He loathed (loved) it when someone petted his hair, running their fingers slowly through the tresses, gently finding any knots and lovingly undoing them.

And Taras, oh, he was touching all the right places.

Jensen was totally unable to stop purring and pretty much cuddled up to Taras’s side.

“Hey, you know, you're quite cute when you don't have a murderous scowl on your face,” Taras said as he continued to trail his fingers through the dark strands. He then used his free hand to curl a finder under Jensen’s chin, tilting his head back so he could gaze upon his face. “I could get to like you.”

His face was so closed to his, Jensen could feel his heated breath ghost across his lips. And Taras seemed to be leaning closer, and Jensen wasn’t doing anything to stop him. In fact, his eyes were slowly drifting close, their lips…

“Taras!” A voice suddenly bellowed. It almost made the windows rattle. “What the hell have you done to my car!?”

“Oh shit!” Taras immediately cursed as he leapt to his feet. He went into a state of panic, seemingly unsure of what to do or where to go. He then announced; “I’m not here!” and literally dove under the bed.

“Wait!” Jensen called out, not liking Taras’s reaction one bit. If Kagen scared him, then who could possible terrify him? “What if he-?”

Suddenly, the doors flung open with such force that the walls and windows trembled in fear.

“Who the hell are you?”

What if he barged into the room, sees him and wondered who the hell he was, Jensen wanted to ask.

Ok, this guy he knew. Everyone knew him, and it wasn’t just from his spiky white hair, menacing red eyes and over six feet in height. He was Bialy, a whiz with the art of the Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, the combat martial art that specialises in grappling and ground fighting.

And he looked pissed.

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