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I Need To Do What?! - Part 6

Part 6 - The Night Before Judgement Day

Anzu's POV:

It was the night before judgement day. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, it landed on a Saturday.

Anzu knew she was a nervous wreck. Rio was awkwardly sitting in her chair, watching as she paced like a caged animal.

"Why can't I choose someone? Pretend to date so the council is satisfied?" she asked for the umpteenth time making Rio sigh.

"You know they can detect fake love. Wizards haven't been around for millennia to be fooled by a single human girl," he replied.

"But- but how do you even know you love someone? You can't just force someone to fall in love!" Anzu shrieked, clutching her hair.

"Under the right circumstances, it's entirely possible," Rio muttered mildly, looking at his fingernails.

"You're not helping me at all! Don't you have some jumbo jumbo gadget to gauge my feelings or lack thereof? What is going to happen tomorrow?" Anzu shrieked, shaking Rio till his head lolled like a broken doll.

"Only the council has an emotion reading machine. They will assess your feelings tomorrow," Rio said decisively with a nod.

"Such a thing actually exists?!" Anzu shrieked, feeling a tidal wave of apprehension hit her.

Anzu hunkered down by the side of her bed with her head clutched in her hands.

What was she going to do? 

How was anyone supposed to know what they felt? 

Especially a teenage who had never once been in love before? 

How did people recognize the emotion for what it was?

Anzu knew she was capable of love. 

She loved her parents. 

Her sweet cat, Momohiki was another object of her affections. 

Inanimate objects such as video games and chocolate were never classified under the category of love. They were necessary for her very survival. She needed them like the very oxygen she breathed but in those dark days, she proved she could live without them all.

Everything she held dear was ripped apart from her overnight and she still survived. 

Did that mean she didn't love her parents, cat and games that much?

Anzu didn't understand what wizards called love.

Rio did say that the whole point of this endeavor was to increase Japan's population.

Oh. My. God!

"Rio!" she gasped suddenly.

"Anzu?" he asked concerned. He was crouching in front of her, poking her cheek, not that she noticed. Anzu batted his hand away.

"Why are you wizards spending so much time getting me to fall in love? You do realize that not every loving couple in a relationship wants kids, right?" Anzu asked fixing him with a cold stare.

"Uh..." 

Rio's eyes widened as he followed her line of thought. 

"If this love scheme doesn't work out, what do your people plan to do?" she inquired in dangerously quiet voice.

Rio gulped.

He played with his fingers as he spoke.

"Um, I don't think the council thought that far ahead. Wizards - they can't interfere with your free will. We live long lives and it's frustrating to watch humanity plummet before your very eyes. They just want to make a difference where they see fit. Plus, it gives us something fun to do!" he exclaimed, waving his wand around.

Anzu pondered his words, trying to push the darker images of wizards trying to breed humans like cattle for their amusement. 

What did you expect? 

She was a Non Heroine for a reason!

Anzu stymied down as she continued her meandering thoughts.

She thought of Tsukasa, Junta, Hijiri and Rio. They were her close friends and she would do anything for them. Hell, she would even help them bury a body and lie in a court of law if push came to shove. Anzu wondered why her thoughts were darker than usual today. She blamed the blasted wizards for their nosy, interfering ways.

If Tsukasa or one of the others left her, it would hurt. She wouldn't mind if she could meet them whenever she wanted and could just talk over the phone. She wasn't that attached to the hip with them, but she truly valued their friendship.

If their relationship was destroyed, if they could no longer remember her, if they simply passed by her in a crowd without a sparing a glance her way or worse, they had no spark of recognition, it would be like getting shot in the heart. Only she would remember their friendship. All their inside jokes, taunts, camaraderie! 

It was the cruelest punishment of all!

Anzu spent many days worrying over this mess but she was no closer to an answer than she was before.

"Anzu, why are you on the floor?"

She lifted her head to look at Junta who was peering down at her.

"Hey! Why are you crying? Rio? What happened?" he demanded, crouching down to pick her up. He sat down with her on the bed. Anzu noticed Tsukasa look at her with concern as he sat beside them.

Rio sighed and sat on the ground.

"She's upset because the council is going to decide whether you all get to keep your memories of Anzu or not tomorrow," he replied sounding more down trodden than ever.

Anzu wailed as she heard the words out loud. No matter how many times she heard it, it still hurt.

She closed her eyes at the twin exclamations of surprise. Guess the truth was going to come out whether she liked it or not.

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An hour later, Anzu was surprised to find Hijiri among them. Secrecy meant nothing when the wizard council was planning to do something potentially malicious to them.

"Let me get this straight. Anzu has to fall in love by tomorrow or we all will lose our memories of her?" Hijiri inquired Rio, eyeing him intensely.

Rio nodded slowly, biting at his hangnail.

"Anzu," Hijiri crouched in front of her, holding her gaze steady.

"Do you love Tsukasa, Junta, Rio and me?"

"I do love you all," she replied without hesitation. 

"I just don't know if I'm in love with you. What does romantic love feel like? I don't understand!" she cried closing her face with her hands.

"Do you enjoy spending time with us?"

"Yes."

"Do you like holding hands with us? And the occasional kiss?" 

All the guys leaned forward to hear her reply.

Anzu blushed under their scrutiny and closed her eyes.

"Yes."

"Do you have fun with us around? Even if all we do is sit and watch tv?"

"Yes."

"Do you miss us when we aren't around?"

"Of course, I do."

"I'd say that you are ready for being in a romantic relationship with any one of us. All that's holding you back is hurting the feelings of those you haven't chosen," Hijiri replied with a shrug.

"The wizards' plan backfired. She can't move forward because you placed her in a stalemate. You were being thorough by providing her options like an otome game but real life doesn't work out in such a way," he explained.

Anzu, Rio, Tsukasa and Junta stared dumbfounded by Hijiri's simplified explanation. 

"The wizards should cut their losses and move to a new subject. Only time will tell how this relationship will pan out in the future. Wizards are not as clever as I would've expected them to be," he went on with a casual flip of his hair.

"What do we do tomorrow?" Anzu asked quietly.

"We meet them as a united front and confront them on the idiocy of their ways. I, for one, will not tolerate for my brilliant mind to be addled by mythical beings," he answered placidly, taking a sip from his cup of tea.

Anzu couldn't believe that it would be as simple as confronting them with the flaw in their plan.

But a girl could hope.

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I Need To Do What?! - Part 5

Part 5 - A Dance and a Kiss

Hijiri’s POV:

It was a slow day at the convenience store. Hijiri wondered why he continued to work at this little dump of a shop. It had been months since he decided to sample the commoner lifestyle and subsequently grown to like said life. 

Like was obviously a strong word. 

He would say he was curious about this simplistic life.

One where people toiled hard to earn wages for their basic day to day survival. They didn’t have enough saved in the bank to afford themselves some leisure. What were their ancestors doing in the past? Did they not have any idea of how to save wealth? Didn’t money accumulate after years of work and proper investments?

Hijiri was not averse to work however. 

He just preferred to balance work with leisure. One should always pamper oneself in order to maintain one’s well being and radiance.

He didn’t have much pity for those who made poor life choices or bad business decisions. 

You reap what you sow. 

Hijiri made sure his finances were properly invested and taken care of, the moment his father revealed his trust fund to him.

Regardless of his growing financial situation, he continued to find appreciation for this menial task of ringing up a bill. 

The person who convinced him to try this job was the curious redhead next to him.

Anzu was so down to earth and she had no qualms about calling him out on his bullshit. She was also never affected by his dazzling beauty, a fact which Hijiri never understood at all. 

Women and on the rare occasion, men, flocked to him in droves, waiting till he bequeathed them with his splendor. Only those people who didn’t find him attractive tended to have no reaction.

Hijiri was certain that Anzu found him attractive but it was her stubbornness to not give into that feeling of adoration that was frustrating. Hijiri noticed her blush whenever he got too close to her or flirted with her. She seemed to transmutate her conflicted feelings into annoyance and anger.

A true pity, honestly.

What he wouldn’t do to witness her under his thrall? 

He eyed the lava haired maiden who had a wicked temper to match her hair. She was exceptionally quiet and lost in thought today. It didn’t seem right. Hijiri was incredibly annoyed by her downtrodden demeanor. His attempts to needle her into arguments fell short today and he didn’t like it.

He wanted to have her attention. How could she simply ignore his presence as though he were nothing more than a pesky housefly?

The girl was incredibly stubborn like a damn mule and resisted all forms of romantic overtures. How did one go about taming such a shrew?

Hijiri still recalled vividly his last attempt at dating her. Transforming a girl into Cinderella and having her date a prince was literally the dream of countless women in the world. How it did not work on this commoner, he would never understand!

Hijiri wondered what type of guy could hold her interest. She was obsessed with video games, so it would probably have to be a nerdy gamer. Hijiri wasn’t that big of a gamer. He found them tiresome and childish. 

Looking at the friends she had with her, they were all the good puppy dog type of followers. Her harem (if one could call a bunch of guys that were always around her that) was lacking in diversity. They were all simply too much in awe of her to actually provoke interest of any kind. They didn’t challenge her.

Hijiri could be the necessary bad boy to kindle her interest and hold her attention.

Bad boys never asked.

They took what they wanted with no apologies.

But he had to be subtle about it. The object of his interest was a little too keen and caught on quickly to any odd behavior.

He walked over to where Anzu was leaning against the window, watching people on the sidewalk and plucked the broom from her grasp.

“Wha-”

“Let’s go. Our shift is over.”

“What? Hijiri?” Anzu blinked slowly glancing at the clock.

“No, it’s not. We still have 30 minutes left!”

Hijiri pulled out the pair of keys he had with him. The store manager trusted Hijiri to close up and do as he saw fit on most days. As long as he got a cash register full of cash, he didn’t care what they did. 

Ignoring her protests, he closed up rather swiftly and ushered her into the car. He rounded around to the other side while giving Tsuchiya instructions on where to go.

“Hijiri, where are you taking me? I need to go home!” Anzu protested, while trying to unlock the side of her door. It wouldn’t work since the child lock was on.

“I have an important job tonight and require your assistance,” he stated simply.

“Then why didn’t you ask me beforehand, you jerk!” she growled. Hijiri hid his smirk. He was finally getting a reaction from her.

“You always turn me down. I still haven’t recovered from the moment you plucked my heart and stomped on it till it shattered into a million pieces and fluttered away into the wind,” he proclaimed with a dramatic arm raised to his forehead.

“Huh? When did that happen?” 

He ignored her question.

“Furthermore, you owe me for that and a lot more. This is merely a repayment of I’m owed,” he declared with a flourish.

Anzu appeared gobsmacked and then began to mutter insults under her breath. She couldn’t refute that his help was indispensable when dealing with that stalker scenario. Hijiri was wondering if he was being too underhanded here, but nothing would’ve swayed this seething maiden of fury beside him.

“Where are you taking me?” she bit out.

“Costume change,” he replied with a flourish as they stopped in front of his favorite boutique.

It took an hour to primp Anzu. Her squeals of protests and squawks of outrage were fun to listen to. When she came out, Hijiri gasped. 

Anzu wore a floor length black dress with a slit that went all the way up till her thigh. Her lips were Ruby red and her hair was a tamed to frame her face. She looked beautiful! But judging by the murderous look in her eyes, Hijiri refrained from commenting.

“Perfect. We won’t look too out of place when meeting with my father’s business associates,” he replied, tugging her by the elbow. There was no way the girl would accept his hand. 

“Business associates? Are you sure I’m the right person to be there with you tonight? Why couldn’t you find any other girl who could probably fit in better than me?” Anzu’s voice became rather high pitched as she started to panic. 

Hijiri smirked and tossed his flaxen hair in front of her.

“True, but none of them are interesting enough. They fawn all over me and it has become rather tiresome lately,” he complained as he led her back to the limo.

“So I’m just here for your amusement!” she cried, looking irritated. Her ire painted her cheeks red. It was extremely endearing. Not that he would ever tell her so.

Hijiri cleared his throat.

“Besides, this event is kind of informal,” he replied vaguely.

Anzu tried to pepper him with more questions that he deftly redirected. Once she realized she wouldn’t get far, she became quiet.

Hijiri wasn’t exactly lying about the meeting. He was planning on meeting up with his old friends from the private school he used to attend tonight. They were all sons of his father’s business associates and his father encouraged him to maintain a good working relationship with them. 

The next generation of business partners decided to meet up every other week at their favorite club, flirt with girls and just have a good time.

He wondered how the guys would react to Anzu. While the others tended to bring their girlfriends and weekly flings to these events, Hijiri never did so. It was going to be interesting to say the least.

When the limousine stopped in front of Club Rizzo, Anzu’s eyes widened into big saucers. Hijiri glanced at the club wondering how Anzu might perceive this venue.

It was a typical 5 star hotel with a fountain in the front and a few palm trees around it. The valet service was acceptable as they opened the door and welcomed them warmly.

Hijiri held out his hand and hid his grin when Anzu accepted it. She was now clinging onto his arm and Hijiri simply adored it. If he’d known she would have been intimidated by his simple club, he would’ve brought her here much earlier.

“Hijiri, if anything goes wrong, don’t blame me for it. This is so not my scene!” she hissed into his ear. 

Hijiri chuckled and pulled them to a stop.

He cupped her cheek, smiling at her.

“Just relax and be yourself. It will be enjoyable,” he said.

Anzu let out a shaky breath and nodded. She appeared to be gearing herself up to go to battle.

Hijiri was amused by it all.

This was going to be fun!

——————————————————-

It was most definitely not fun.

Interesting, if one squinted at it in a particular way, but it was far more troublesome than he’d ever expected.

Hijiri had changed a lot after dealing with commoners on a daily basis. He hadn’t noticed till he came to visit his old acquaintances with Anzu by his side.

Tatami, the son of a large shipping company and one of his closest friends got off on the wrong foot with Anzu almost immediately. It started off with a simple greeting and his usual appraisal of any girl they saw. He always found it funny to rate the women at the bar and decided Anzu would fair a solid 8.5 and would probably score more if she smiled and blushed. Anzu turned beet red at that and splashed water on his face, calling him a disgusting pig.

Hijiri actually found himself agreeing with her assessment. He never cared much about Tatami’s behavior before but he did not like the way he spoke to Anzu.

The rest of the gang was both amused and annoyed by the sudden appearance of a lively redhead. Tatami vacated the scene but not before he ordered Hijiri to keep his bitch on a tighter leash. Hijiri merely rolled his eyes and told him that his ‘girlfriend’ was being kind tonight and that Tatami better apologize to Anzu if he wanted to continue their partnership. Tatami cursed him and walked away.

Hijiri knew that he would soon come crawling back with his tail tucked between his legs soon enough. Hijiri’s assistance was rather valuable. 

Hijiri turned back to Anzu and saw her look freaked out.

“Hijiri,” she gasped.

“I’m so sorry!”

Hijiri frowned at her words. Why was she apologizing?

“No, I’m actually not sorry for yelling at him but I am truly sorry for messing up your business deal with him. Your father is going to be so upset! I, uh, if you, er, do I need to talk to him? A-apologize?” she asked in a pained voice. Her expression wavered between guilt and disgust, making  Hijiri laugh.

Anzu appeared offended at his response.

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s about time Tatami got put in his place,” Hijiri replied with a smirk.

Anzu continued to worry her bottom lip so Hijiri placed his finger to tug on the swell of her lower lip.

“Why don’t we dance?” he asked, tugging her along with him without waiting for a response.

Anzu protested but was quite compliant in his arms. He led her along to the music, which she actually followed quite well. He noticed her trying to hide her blush when he twirled her around. It was quite endearing.

“I will never forget this moment. You blush so prettily, my little rose. So beautiful but also so dangerous,” he whispered in her ear.

Anzu’s breath hitched and he heard her sniff. Hijiri frowned wondering why the compliment made her cry.

“Would your life be better off if you’d never met me?” she asked quietly.

“No, of course not. Why would you even ask such a thing?” he inquired, confused by the line of questioning.

Anzu shrugged but didn’t say anything more.

“My father sent me to your school because he wanted me to learn about the commoner lifestyle. It never held much interest to me till you barged your way in and showed me the best parts of your way of life. It is actually charming in its own way. I would never admit this fact in front of my father, but I will confess to you. You changed my outlook on life. On the value of work and hard earned cash. I would never trade my indulgences for your simple way of life but it helps me appreciate my own a lot more,” he said. Hijiri wondered where all these thoughts came from. He supposed he had been thinking about them for awhile and it all just effused out of him. 

Anzu’s eyes shone with unshed tears. He smiled gently and cupped her cheek. Slowly he moved forward and captured those captivating red petals between his lips in a sweet kiss.

He vowed to himself that he would never forget the look of his sweet rose after their kiss. It would forever be scorched in his memory, the soft glow of her cheeks and the warm simmer of her amber gaze brimming with a million emotions.

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I Need To Do What?! - Part 4

Part 4 - The Other Kiss

Junta’s POV:

Junta was a firm believer of hard work. He knew that any goal he set would be achieved by working meticulously and persistently. People said he was lucky. Hard work looked like luck to an outsider. Very few people knew the amount of work he put into training everyday to be an upcoming star in baseball. He never minded the strenuous exercises and drills his coach put their team through every day.

However, lately he wished he had some more time to spend with Anzu. They were at the end of the school year and soon they would be applying for colleges all across the country. Junta had a baseball scholarship and the only reason he was dragging his feet by not choosing a university was because he was waiting for Anzu to decide. He wanted to be close to her.

While Anzu may not have romantic feelings towards him now, he strongly believed that if he stayed strong in his decision and became her close confidante, he would break down her walls. Junta believed in his power of perseverance.

Today was a miracle since baseball practice got canceled out of the blue. The Coach’s daughter had a baby and so the entire team was allowed to go home early. 

Junta ran to catch up with Anzu before she left. Perhaps, they could go out somewhere, just the two of them. Getting time to spend with Anzu alone was incredibly difficult. Tsukasa was always with them. He didn’t hate or begrudge Tsukasa for wanting to spend time with Anzu. She was difficult to resist. But knowing that another guy was planning on wooing the girl he loved his entire life was not an easy pill to swallow.

“Anzu! Wait up!” Junta called out as he saw her outside the school gates, waving to her friends.

Anzu saw him and smiled.

“Junta! Shouldn’t you be at baseball practice?” she asked in surprise.

“It got canceled since the coach had a family emergency. He was shouting about being a grandfather and dashed off,” he explained.

Anzu laughed and it made Junta grin. He loved being the reason for her smile. 

“That’s wonderful news! Let’s walk home together!” she exclaimed, hoisting the bag higher up on her shoulders.

“Actually, why don’t we go to the city? The exams are over and we haven’t had a chance to just chill,” he suggested.

Anzu chewed her bottom lip.

“You’re right. We have all been stressed out. Let’s take the bus. I have a few things I need to pick up,” she nodded decisively to herself and strode off in the direction of the bus stop.

Anzu was such go getter! He just had to follow her lead. Junta didn't mind it very much at all.

When they got on the bus, Junta hurried to buy the ticket ignoring the odd look Anzu threw his way. She was far too independent. It only got worse after her parents went overseas for work. Regardless of what she thought, Junta was going to make this outing a date.

They wandered through the streets together. Junta longed to hold onto one of her hands that was busy gesticulating as she firmly made some point or the other. Junta found it hard to focus. He used to be fascinated by the sight of her fingers even as a child. They flew across the gaming console with dexterity and precision. 

Such beautiful hands deserved to be pampered and primped! 

A bright pink store sign caught his attention. 

‘Maylene’s Beauty Salon’ was flashing in bold pink lights and they even offered manicures. 

“Anzu!” he cried, clutching her rough calloused hand.

“Junta? Are you okay?” she inquired peering at him and looking down at her hands clutched within his own.

“Let’s go get a manicure!” he said excitedly.

Anzu cocked her head in confusion. Ignoring his sudden urge to blush and duck his head in the sand, he stammered to come up with a response.

“You never take care of yourself, Anzu. You play video games everyday without caring for your poor nails and the roughened skin of your fingers. One of my friends claimed that a manicure was the best experience he’d ever had. Let’s go and try it today!” he exclaimed, trying not to sound like a crazy person.

Before Anzu could turn him down, he intertwined their fingers and dragged her towards the salon.  

Anzu was oddly quiet and when he turned back to look at her, she seemed to be in a daze. When they entered the parlor, the women working there seemed to be speaking an entirely different language. Junta was only able to get out the word ‘manicure’ before they were both ushered off to a chair. Beautifully stylished individuals swanned around them and grabbed both his hands. The next hour was the most surreal experience of his life. Everyone was rapidly chattering and once he got used to their chatter, he joined in. He noticed Anzu seemed to loosen up quickly and was having fun. He was so glad to watch her smile.

“Oh my God! You look so sweet while you are blushing!” cried the women holding his hand.

“You’re right! He is so precious! He has the ‘boy next door’ look locked down perfectly! Any girl would be so lucky to have him as a boyfriend,” another woman with bright pink hair sighed.

Junta’s cheeks were heating up under their scrutiny. What was worse was the comments were gaining more support from the other women - staff and customers alike!

“Does he have a girlfriend? I really hope he doesn’t!”

“Young man, my niece is about your age. You would be perfect for her!”

“A boy who loves manicures? Is that redhead his girlfriend? It’s so sweet that he endures it all for his girl!”

“I don’t think they’re dating. They don’t look all that loveydovey!”

“Hey, why don’t you ask him out? A sweet guy like him won’t turn down a girl like you!”

Junta caught Anzu’s gaze in desperation. 

‘Please help!’ he pleaded with his eyes.

The women around him were coming closer and he was getting totally freaked out. If he didn’t escape, he would be swarmed and he feared for his life.

“Junta, baby! I’m done! What about you? Can we leave?” Anzu whined loudly as she hopped closer to him. The women attending her were bewildered by her sudden absence.

“Uh yes! Let’s leave!” Junta stuttered out.

“That’s right! I don’t want to be late to our one year anniversary dinner!” Anzu simpered. The expression looked out of place on her face but he could see her seething gaze.

Junta jumped off the couch, ignoring the complaints around him. Anzu grabbed his arm in a vice like grip and steered him towards the counter. The women parted ways like the Red Sea. Anzu could be pretty scary when she wanted.

Once they left the fine establishment and were out of sight of the swooning ladies, Junta let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry I forgot our one year anniversary, ‘baby’,” Junta teased.

“Just shut up! I didn’t know what else to do!” Anzu yelled at him as she blushed prettily.

Junta chuckled at her bashful expression which infuriated her even more. Anzu tended to get rather violent if she was upset.

“Shut up, you ungrateful heathen!” she barked out, punctuating each word with a smack on his head. He dodged every hit but still…

Junta grabbed both of her hands and spun her back towards the wall, holding her in place to stop the fists of fury.

Anzu’s face was flushed and she was scowling at him. She looked so cute, all riled up! 

“Thank you, Anzu,” Junta spoke softly as he gazed into that simmering gaze. 

Junta then noticed the position they were in. He was so close to Anzu. He would probably never get a chance like this again. They were friends, right? He could totally do this.

Junta let go of her hands and held her neck gently. Anzu gasped at the contact.

Junta lowered his mouth, pressing it lightly against her forehead.

He wished he could stay like that forever. He could feel every shaky breath Anzu took, her gentle quivering in his arms. 

With much regret, he let go and moved back. 

Or he tried to.

Anzu held onto his waist, stopping him.

Junta gasped as he looked down at her. She was looking down as she put her arms around him.

“I wasn’t going to let those women lay their hands on you, you know?” she mumbled into his chest.

Junta carefully wrapped his arms around her.

“Thank you,” he whispered into her hair.

Time stood still as he held Anzu in his arms. He would treasure every moment of this embrace. 

This date was turning out to be a wonderful idea!

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I Need To Do What?! - Part 3

Part 3 - The Kiss

Tsukasa’s POV:

Living with Anzu was a unique adventure that he never believed he would ever experience in his wildest imagination. Aside from the random punches and bruises he received just being in close proximity to the accident prone girl, it wasn’t enough of a deterrent for him to move away.

Tsukasa was worried about the future. Not about his higher education but the fact that going to a university meant leaving Anzu. He wasn’t entirely sure what her plan for the future was yet. The girl was brilliant when she put her mind to it.

Anzu always had a boisterous presence. It was always loud with her around. She was quiet only when she was asleep but even then she mumbled in her sleep. She was an adorable mess of a girl!

The last couple of days, Anzu had been quiet. It was a little unnerving and every time he tried to bring it up, she would just laugh it off and run away. Anzu was much better at avoiding people than Tsukasa himself, and that was a feat unto itself.

He called his sister to ask for her advice. Arisa just told him to buy her chocolate and not talk about it. Tsukasa refused to believe it was a feminine issue. Something was bothering Anzu quite deeply.

Nevertheless, he did buy a big box of chocolates on the way back from work. It appeared Junta’s baseball practice was running late. The gods of fortune were smiling down on him.

It wasn’t like he hated Junta. The guy was the nicest person on the planet and you had to be an absolute fool to harbor any ill intentions towards him. It was merely unfortunate that they both loved the same girl.

That’s right. Love. Tsukasa loved Anzu but he also knew she was in no way interested in him. In fact, he would believe that the idea of love was extremely repulsive to Anzu, given her reaction to that topic.

Rio or Riri’s presence was illuminating on so many levels. It was only by chance that he and Junta happened to stumble across that unexpected reveal. He never expected to be caught up in the middle of this magical mayhem. Secretly, he was thankful to the eccentric blonde for introducing him to an amazing and kind individual.

Tsukasa closed the door behind him and walked into the living room where Anzu was quietly watching a tv show. It was a miracle she wasn’t caught up in the middle of a game. Did she win against the weird tentacled boss creature in her last game?

“Anzu,” he called out.

Anzu blinked out of her reverie and focused that auburn gaze on him.

“Tsukasa, you’re home,” she observed with faint surprise.

Tsukasa pulled the box from behind and held it out in front of him.

“These are for you,” he said, trying not to feel too bashful about it all.

“Oh my God! Nuts dipped in chocolate and some with creamy caramel filling! These are my favorite!” she exclaimed, clutching the box close to her chest.

Tsukasa applauded himself for paying close attention to Anzu’s interests.

“How can I forget?” he said mildly.

Anzu’s face suddenly fell and Tsukasa grew apprehensive. The box of chocolates fell to her lap and she suddenly started to bawl loudly with big fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tsukasa grew alarmed at the sight. He didn’t have the first clue to handle emotional women. His mother and sister had one another.He just catered to their every desire when they got into a mood.

“Anzu,” he stated hesitantly. “What’s wrong?” he asked placing a hand on her shoulder.

Physical contact was reassuring right? Where was Junta when you needed him?

Anzu’s sobs stopped for a moment at the contact. Tsukasa held his breath, thinking he was out of the woods.

“Tsukasa!” she wailed and hugged him close.

To say Tsukasa was startled would be an understatement. He normally kept people at a distance but Anzu was the one exception to that rule. He felt comfortable having her in his personal space. She was the right height to tuck under his chin. She was perfect for him.

If only she weren’t crying this experience would be a whole lot more enjoyable.

“Are you hurt? What happened? Why are you crying? I don’t recall anything happening in school. Did I miss something?” Tsukasa inquired, all the while holding Anzu in his arms.

He could feel her shake her head against his shoulder. Tsukasa took a moment to run his fingers down her lava colored hair. They were soft and unruly, just like her.

“I-I’m sorry,” she said after a few minutes. He could feel her reluctance as she gently moved away. Her cheeks turned red as she looked away.

“You don’t have to apologize, Anzu. I’m always here for you if you need someone to talk to,” he spoke softly.

Anzu’s eyes glistened again and he wondered what he said. Something about his presence set her off but he didn’t know what. She didn’t seem averse to having his company.

“Tsukasa, you are amazing. Thank you for being in my life,” she choked out.

Tsukasa was honestly puzzled with her response. Was she going somewhere? Were these parting words?

Before he could formulate a response, Anzu stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.

Tsukasa’s eyes widened at the gesture. His heart raced in his chest and he felt his face grow warm.

“I-I just remembered I have to complete my biology homework today. So I’ll be in my room! See you later,” she quickly uttered and raced off.

Tsukasa blinked as he processed the sudden turn of events. His hand touched his cheek, seemingly in disbelief that he got a kiss from Anzu.

What was going on with that girl? He felt hope bloom in his chest. Was Anzu finally returning his feelings?

Tsukasa decided to not think too much about it as he whistled to himself and set about preparing dinner.

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I Need To Do What?! - Part 2

Part 2 - The Plan

Rio’s POV:

“WHAT THE FUCK, RIO!”

Anzu was truly a vision to behold while she was angry. She was a fiery temptress that Rio simply couldn’t get enough off! She was the flame and he was a mere moth drawn to her brilliance. She shone like a thousand blazing suns, brimming with unrestrained passion.

When he had first started his job, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Anzu even deserved a love interest. He believed the girl was too self absorbed and focused on inconsequential issues. But he did the job that was given to him, out of a sense of duty. A challenge was a challenge after all.

The longer he got to know her, he realized that there was more to her than a childish girl obsessed with video games and cats. 

She was kind and extremely considerate. The people lucky enough to be drawn into her inner circle thrived under her attention. 

Rio himself found himself blossoming under her tender care. 

Sure, she loved to kick him around sometimes and Rio would be the first to admit he preferred a little rough handling every now and then.

Rio was starting to enjoy life as a human. Probably a bit too much. It was enough to cause a wave of dissension amongst his colleagues and higher ups. They wanted to terminate this project as soon as possible but couldn’t since they had promised an extension of the deadline earlier. 

Wizards never went back on their word.

A few days ago, he had received a summons to the wizarding headquarters. The talk was brief and to the point.

“We cannot afford to waste so much time on one individual. If Anzu Hoshino cannot appreciate the gift we have given her, then she does not deserve it. We will rescind all the love interests presented to her and return them to their normal lives as before. They will no longer have any memory of Anzu Hoshino but she will. It only seems fit since she must be aware of what she has lost,” they said.

Rio was left reeling.

It was a cruel punishment for Anzu. The people who lost their memories were better off, but she would remember. And knowing Anzu, she would regret it deeply.

Rio was conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to let her know but on the other, he was scared of her choosing someone. Someone who wasn’t him. 

Rio wasn’t sure when he started to feel this way but he knew that he needed her in his life, He needed her as a lover or friend in some capacity.

If she chose someone then he had no purpose to stay. Wizards had no place in the mortal realm. They were nearly immortal beings. 

“Rio! Answer me!” Anzu screamed in his face, shaking him roughly.

Her cheeks were flushed, matching her fiery hair and her blazing temper. Rio wondered if it would be wrong to wax poetry in her face.

But, unfortunately, there were bigger fish to fry.

“Uh, yes Anzu. If you don’t fall in love by the end of the month-”

“-the guys will lose all their memories of me. I heard you the first time. But what about my memory? Will I also forget them?” she demanded.

Rio looked at his feet. 

“No.”

He didn’t have to see her to know the expression of pure horror on her face. Anzu backed away from him till her back hit the wall. He looked up to see her slide down the wall, completely speechless for the first time since he had met her. It was not a good look on her.

“Anzu,” he said kneeling in front of her. Her face was cast in shadows, resembling an abject look of misery.

“What do I do? Why are you wizards so cruel? You started this program and now you want to destroy me for not playing the role of a perfect puppet in your games!” she cried, covering her face in her palms.

Rio wished he could defend wizard kind but he knew it was all their fault. He did trick Anzu into signing the contract but it never weighed heavily on him since she met wonderful people and had blossomed in the months after.

“It doesn’t have to come to that, Anzu! You can choose someone,” he trailed off, sounding disgruntled by the idea.

“Haven’t you done enough? You made me realize that I have potential love interests in my life. I don’t need to commit to any one individual now, do I? I’m just 18!” she pleaded, appearing as forlorn as he had ever seen her.

“The point was to prove you are capable of romantic attachments. You haven’t been romantically involved with any of your love interests. You have essentially friend zoned them,” he replied in a factual tone.

Anzu clenched her jaw. Rio wondered if she would start throwing punches at him.

“Tell me what you expect me to do. What do I have to do to prove that I am capable of having romantic relationships?” she demanded.

Rio considered her question. It was a good one as far as he was concerned. He flicked his wand and poofed his relationship manual in front of him.

He flipped through the pages, ignoring Anzu’s curious hovering over his shoulder. She couldn’t understand his language either way.

“Hmm… It says here that romantic intentions are proven by the physical acts such as hand holding, cuddling, hugging, kissing and ooh..”

“Shut up, Rio!” Anzu slapped a hand over his mouth before he could delve in deeper into the specifics. He smirked at her flushed appearance. 

“Physical acts. I hold hands with Tsukasa and Junta. We have hugged. Junta leans against me while we watch tv. I suppose that can be considered as cuddling. Hijiri gets freaked out by any physical contact but that’s probably his idea of rubbing shoulders with a ‘commoner’,” she mused, snorting at her thoughts.

“Mm mmph!”

Rio’s statement was muffled underneath her palm.

Anzu lifted her hand away with a threatening look in her eyes.

“I said that we have kissed twice! And we have had more physical contact together than you have had with any of your other ikeman!” he said proudly.

“Those were physical acts of violence, you little shit!” Anzu growled at him.

“Love and hate? What’s the big difference?” he asked with a shrug.

“Rio,” Anzu whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I suggest you run,” she added calmly.

“You’re right! Toodles!”

Rio poofed out of existence pondering the situation.

He had finally revealed the information to Anzu. 

What she chose to do with the info was entirely up to her.

The ball was in her court now.

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I Need To Do What?!

Part 1 - The Ultimatum

The school year was about to come to an end and Anzu couldn’t be happier! With her parents gone to a magically created land far, far away (she still wasn’t convinced her post office worker Dad was transferred to the United States), her best friends Tsukusa and Junta were still rooming with her (not in her own room but in her house obviously!).

Of course, they had company in the form of Tsukasa’s sister, Arisa every other weekend. Hijiri and Tsuchiya occasionally came by for dinner once Hijiri got accustomed to the taste of commoner’s food.

Rio or Riri popped in at inoppurtune moments and caused mayhem whenever they came by.

Anzu was excited that nothing magical had occurred in the past few months. She almost believed that she would safely reach the end of the school year with no magical hijinks.

Now, this optimism would be much stronger and believable if Rio hadn’t decided to adopt a sullen routine these past few days. He would open his mouth to say something and then clam up, looking forlorn like it was the end of the world. Not to mention his weary sighs and sad looks when they would all sit together for dinner or go to the park or go shopping.

It was driving Anzu insane!

Now that Anzu had her video games, she made sure to reunite with her gaming console and had regular dates with it. She was about to defeat the evil warlord in her latest game when she heard that blasted despondent sigh.

Anzu threw the gaming console down with a loud crash.

“That’s it! I’ve fucking had it with your attitude these past few days, Rio! Spill!” she roared into his startled face.

His aquamarine gaze and cute boyish features hardly ever had any effect on her anymore. Well, mostly.

“Anzu, what are you talking about?” he asked with that annoying coquettish grin of his.

Anzu wanted to throttle him, not that it ever did any good when she did.

She eyed that blasted star shaped wand carelessly sticking out of his pocket. She held his gaze and stepped closer, till she was towering over him.

“You will tell me what your problem is,” she whispered into his ear, ignoring his shiver. “Or else, I’ll fling this wretched thing into the sewer!” she threatened as she held out the wand in her hand. It was so easy, like taking candy from a baby.

“Anzu! No! Please don’t do that! I need it desperately! More so this month than ever!” he cried pitifully.

Anzu narrowed her eyes at his words.

“What’s happening this month? Other than the fact that our little game comes to an end and you wizards can no longer play with my life?” she asked, tapping the wand against her palm.

Rio played with his fingers and replied without looking up. “Uh, yeah. You see, that is not entirely accurate,” he hedged.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Anzu’s voice had taken on a dangerous tone, one she adopted when a certain tiny peach fuzzball was about to get the beating of a lifetime.

Rio winced.

“You remember that tiny little deal earlier this year? The one where the wizard headquarters graciously granted you a year to fall in love?”

“I was there for it all! Now what the fuck does it have to do with your sudden desolate attitude?” she barked at him.

“Um, you see, they might have reason to believe you don’t take the deadline seriously. After all, is it so hard to fall in love when you have 4 ikeman at your disposal?”

“And you are the 4th ikeman I believe?” she asked drily.

Rio nodded emphatically like it was obvious.

“Let’s not forget the 0.001% chance of me falling in love with you,” she pointed out.

“Numbers mean nothing when it comes to love!” he exclaimed with stars in his eyes.

“Can you get to the point now?” Anzu asked, massaging her temples. It was incredibly difficult getting a straight answer from Rio about anything!

“Uh, yes. So where was I?”

“I am not falling in love before the blasted deadline!”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers at her. Anzu growled and Rio took a step back. “Since our company has never given such a generous amount of time for any project. Even a Non-Heroine such as yourself is capable of falling in love. A year is simple far too much time!”

“When will this explanation end?” Anzu muttered to herself. Perhaps, this can of worms should have been left unopened.

“-if you don’t fall in love by the end of this month, this entire project will be labelled as a failure and your ikeman, all 4 of us will lose our memory of you completely,” he said.

Anzu took a moment to process the information.

“WHAT THE FUCK, RIO!”

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I fell in love with an idiot and now his ass is mine!

Ram’s POV:

Ram could hardly believe his fortune! 

They made it! He and Bheem survived!

Sure, the consequences would come back to hit him in the face in the future, but for now he was happy!

More like fucking euphoric!

Their first order of business was to take Malli home, and then ship the weapons to Ram's hometown.

He was finally getting a chance to return home! 

After nearly a decade of being away from his village, he could finally go back!

Bheem was torn between accompanying Ram and escorting Malli home safe and sound.

Ram wished he could go with Bheem. Unfortunately, the guns had to be delivered soon or else the British government might quickly confiscate them.

In the end, they both promised to meet as soon as their respective jobs were done.

Ram hired a boat and set off to Visakhapatnam with Sita by his side. They had a Hero's welcome. His people were beyond grateful that he had finally fulfilled his oath. Tears were shed and there were joyful reunions with long lost families and friends.

A couple of days later, Ram was lounging by the lake skipping stones in the water.

Ram was seriously on the top of the whole world! Nobody could possibly bring him down!

This situation would be much better if he had a certain someone by his side.

Ram let out a forlorn sigh. He would love to visit Bheem. A week had passed since they parted ways. Would it be too forward of him to go search for his love?

“You’re such a coward, Ram!” 

Ram frowned at the voice but didn’t bother looking at the person who uttered those words.

“Need I remind you of the man who spent nearly 2 decades undercover in the enemy’s stronghold?” he drawled as he continued to fling stones across the water surface.

A rock hit him in the back.

“Sita!” he bellowed in annoyance.

“What the hell?”

Sita stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.

“I’ve had enough of your moping! You’ve done your job. Nobody expects anything more from you now. Everyone in the village is perfectly capable of defending themselves. So why are lazying about here? Why aren’t you going after Bheem?” she yelled at him.

Ram ran his fingers through his hair.  How was he going to answer this question?

“Is it not too soon? Should I not give him some time to settle down with his family before barging in like an interloper?” 

Sita punched him in the arm.

“Thank goodness, I’m not married to you! You’re so violent!” Ram cried, rubbing his arm theatrically.

“Thank God, I’m not married to a fucking dense idiot! Bheem loves you! He risked his life to save yours! Do you know how he leapt forward in the middle of the night to save your stupid ass! I tried to hold him back and make him have a solid plan before rescuing you! Both of you are bullheaded dumbasses who deserve each other,” Sita concluded with a dainty sniff.

Ram chuckled at her rant. His love rescued him from the pits of Tartarus! Just thinking of their grand escape made him smile!

“Enough daydreaming, lover boy! Go and get your man!” Sita’s voice broke through his memories. 

Ram shot her a sheepish smile.

“What would I do without you?” he asked, picking her up and swinging her around in his arms, making her squeal.

“Put me down, you big incorrigible caveman!” she shrieked, but also laughed along with him.

It was time to reunite with his man!

***

The idea of reuniting with his lover was easier in theory than in practice. Ram swatted at the bugs and mosquitoes as he resumed his tromp through the forests. It seemed he had lost his way in these parts. He was fairly certain of the path around his village and he could even boast that he could navigate through them with his eyes closed. The dense jungle around Bheem’s village was much more difficult to traverse. He could even hear the occasional roars and grunts of predators around.

The last tavern he passed through had loads of tales about a strong, fierce warrior who wrestled with tigers on a daily basis. Ram was certain they were talking about one individual who frequently haunted his dreams.  

Confident that he was getting closer, Ram trudged on.  Weathering harsh climates and rough terrains wasn’t a foreign concept for him. But honestly, why didn’t Bheem live somewhere more accessible?

Cursing under his breath as another mosquito buzzed against his ear, he stomped into a clearing. 

*GROWL*

Ram ignored the annoying insect and focused on the main source of his concern.

A tiger that was napping before his sudden intrusion, rose up and was now eyeing him closely, sinewy muscles tensed in anticipation of pouncing on him.

Well, fuck!

So much for a safe disaster free trip!

Perhaps, Ram should’ve heeded the words of the villagers and followed the safer route instead of choosing the shortcut.

Ram stared down the huge animal which was easily twice as large as him. 

Never back down from an apex predator.

Ram was definitely not prey!

Bheem loved nature. A little too much, if you asked him. He was all about preserving life and that was probably why he decided wrestling and besting a tiger was more important than killing them. 

Ram’s moral scruples hardly went that far. 

In this situation, the animal in front of him thought he was prey. 

He wasn’t.

He slowly unsheathed his gun.

The tiger growled louder.

He took aim.

The tiger pounced.

Ram didn’t have the time to shoot.

He ran.

He leapt over logs, dashing to the left and right, trying to confuse the animal chasing him.

He needed to reach a higher altitude or find a safe spot, so he could shoot the enraged animal.

Unfortunately, tigers were great at climbing. 

Ram needed to come up with a plan! Fast!

He gripped the large hanging vine of a banyan tree and swung it as a whip.

It lashed across the tiger’s abdomen and helped slowed it down as it crashed into a large tree.

The tiger was now past the threshold of rage. 

It wanted blood.

It cleverly leapt out of the way.

It was time for hand to paw combat, apparently.

Ram ignored the gun that dropped on the ground as he leapt to avoid the deadly claws.

The tiger roared in his face.

Ram shouted as he pushed hard against the beast.

With every ounce of his strength, he pushed and heaved the behemoth away from him. 

In a swift move, he picked up his gun and -

*BANG*

The tiger fell at his feet with a bullet lodged between his eyes. 

It was a clear shot. 

But who shot the bullet?

“Bheem!” Ram exclaimed as he eyed his love who held his own rifle with the confidence of a trained hunter. 

Ram was proud to note his lover’s aim was impeccable. 

His adrenaline fueled state was giving way to another intense emotion as he watched his love. Bheem stood tall wearing a brown sleeveless singlet that accentuated his bulging biceps. The only difference between then and now was his rifle that Ram had gifted him.

“Ram! I’m so glad you’re ok!” Bheem cried as he came forward.

“I was saved by the great tiger wrestler. Of course, I’m fine!” Ram teased as he wrapped an arm around Bheem’s waist.

Bheem groaned against his ear. This was only serving to amplify his previous emotions. 

“Are they still talking about that?”

“You seem to have quite the following out here in these parts,” Ram said.

Bheem chuckled and sighed.

“I missed you so much,” he said, pulling back to look at Ram with those big soulful eyes.

Ram gulped at the mess of feelings lodged in his throat.

“I love you, Bheem. I should’ve come sooner,” he confessed, as he held Bheem flush against his body.

Every nerve was rejoicing at the feel of the strong, muscled abs. Skin on skin contact would be much, much better…

“You’re here now, my love,” Bheem whispered against his lips.

Kissing Bheem felt like breathing in fresh air after nearly drowning. He missed this. He missed having the other half of his soul beside him.

He craved this indescribable sensation of submerging into his love for Bheem. He needed to get closer.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” Bheem suggested.

Ram was perfectly content here but nodded along. As long as Bheem was right beside him, he hardly needed anything else.

They both looked down at the dead animal in front of them.

He wondered if they should lug the carcass and sell the hide somewhere. 

Bheem decided it was prudent to skin the hide back at his village. Till then, he said the body would be perfectly fine there. He performed a series of bird calls and received an answering one back.

“It means someone will come to check on me. They will take the body back home,” he explained, tugging Ram along.

It was painfully hard (pun intended) to walk around feeling so aroused but Ram picked up the pace.

Bheem led them to a watering hole that looked so tranquil.

Ram stared as Bheem peeled off his tunic. His pectorals were just begging to be bitten. Ram couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them!

Ram stood transfixed at the little striptease. Bheem smirked at him before swiftly pulling down his pants and jumping into the water before he could get an eyeful.

The fucking tease!

Not willing to be left behind, Ram tore off his clothes and followed suit.

He captured Bheem, holding him tightly across his shoulders as he ravished those full lips. He pressed their bodies together and was happy to note, Bheem wasn’t all that unaffected as he led to believe. Ram held both of their cocks together, stroking them underwater. He knew the first time was going to be quick but neither one of them cared. Bheem was letting his large strong hands roam all over Ram’s back. He seemed particularly fond of Ram’s ass, fondling them affectionately.

They were both panting as their pent up desire led to their climax. 

Bheem eyed Ram as one of his fingers drifted low and caressed uncharted territory. He circled the area before slowly pushing in. Ram’s eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t unwelcome, just odd. Using the water as lubrication, Bheem continued his exploration. Ram’s legs seemed unable to hold him anymore. His knees nearly buckled but Bheem held him in place and made him wrap his legs around his waist. He carried them over to a stone ledge and laid him down on it. The position was the most vulnerable Ram had ever been in his life. Bheem was at eye level with his dick that was slowly rising to full mast. Bheem’s dark eyes bore into his as he took his cock into his mouth. The sight was so erotic, watching his strong lover mouthing at his cock. Bheem continued to work his way into his hole, slowly unfurling and stretching it. It burned and wasn’t entirely pleasant. 

Bheem suddenly let go and moved to the shore. Ram let out a noise of despair at the sudden rejection but his excitement grew when he noticed Bheem bring back a small bottle.

“That’s convenient,” Ram quipped as he eyed Bheem pour some oil over his fingers.

Bheem let out a snort.

“Be grateful I had this with me,” he growled and nipped at the inner side of Ram’s thigh in reprimand. His scratchy beard against the sensitive skin shot a thrill through his spine.

Bheem let his fingers slip in easily using the oil that he usually carried for lighting fires or lamps. He was able to quickly ease in two fingers. That was when Bheem touched a certain spot that made Ram buck up in pleasure.

Ram groaned out loud as Bheem continued to torment him by teasing that area. His neglected cock was now leaking in earnest.

“Get in me, Bheem! I need you!” Ram grit out through clenched teeth. If Bheem kept this up, he was going to shoot a load soon and Ram didn’t want that. He desperately needed to feel Bheem inside him!

Bheem let out a groan as he pushed his cock inside the tight passage. It was uncomfortable at first but the fact that his lover was joined with him, inside him made all the difference. Bheem was so long and thick. Ram relished the intrusion, craved it, wanted more of it!

“Move, Bheem!” he cried.

Bheem let out an animalistic roar as he snapped his hips into him. Ram held himself wide open so his lover could move with ease and with purpose.

Soon, the entire clearing was filled with sounds of their moans and the slapping of skin on skin. It was so liberating and exciting to be out in the open, fucking like animals. But Ram couldn’t bring himself to care. He enjoyed being fucked with abandon. He loved being owned, treasured and possessed by Bheem!

Bheem’s warm hands gripped his dick, stroking and tugging him.

“Come for me, Ram,” he bellowed, snapping his hips viciously and purposefully.

Ram screamed as his release overtook him. He nearly blacked out as Bheem followed with a cry of his own. Ram felt the warm cum fill him up inside and the sensation of it dripping down his thighs. Bheem pulled out and laid down beside him on the rock as they both caught their breaths.

“I love you so much, Bheem,” Ram said once again. He didn’t know how to express the feeling inside of him that just wanted to burst out in one form or another.

“I love you too, Ram,” he said, bringing Ram’s hand up to his mouth and kissing the back of his fingers.

“Promise me, you’ll stay with me,” he quietly demanded.

Ram turned to face those dark, fathomless eyes that were brimming with love and a dark, wild passion.

“I promise. I saved your ass and now it’s mine,” he said with a smirk.

Bheem chuckled.

“I think we can safely say that it is your ass that is mine now,” he said looking smug.

Ram scowled but he was happy and content on the inside.

They had a long way to go still and numerous challenges to face. 

But together, they were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

They had each other and that was all that mattered.

There was the tiny issue of gaining independence but Ram was sure they could get around to doing that job in between the rounds of crazy, wild sex.

Ram still hadn’t sunk his teeth into Bheem’s muscles yet. That ranked very high on his list of priorities at the moment.

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This is it!

Bheem’s POV:

Running with his strong lover over his shoulders was easy.

The way his love brutally punished their enemies was beautiful.

Bheem was in complete awe of his every movement. 

It was mesmerizing and stunning to witness the strength his arms possessed. Bheem wanted to bite down on that juicy veiny bicep. 

Bheem was appalled by the direction of his thoughts.

It nearly cost him their lives as he almost missed a rung on the watchtower they were climbing on.

He and his lover quickly vaulted over the prison walls and ran off into the surrounding forest.

They needed time to regroup…

As soon as Bheem came across a secluded spot with a flat rock, he laid Ram down gently on it.

Ram was exhausted. The escape mission was rough and the previous starvation definitely didn’t help at all!

Bheem rounded up some herbs to make a poultice for his lover’s wounds.

He was filled with rage at the sight of the infected wounds. He was going to enjoy crushing their skulls!

Applying the poultice and splinting Ram’s leg was an exquisite torture within itself. 

He kept imaging rubbing his face against those strong muscular thighs like a cat.

Bheem had to pinch himself to get his perverted mind to focus. 

While he was searching for herbs, Bheem stumbled upon a statue of Lord Rama with a quiver of arrows and a majestic bow.

It gave him an idea…

                                          ***

Bheem strode over to a lake to fetch some water.

An arrow shot right in front of his eyes, distracting him from his drink and helping him notice the enemies that were surrounding him from all sides.

Fucking hell!

How did he not notice them at all?

He quickly dove into the water as they opened fire on him.

As soon as the shooting came down, he peered up from the water surface like an alligator.

The sight he witnessed took his breath away.

Like a phoenix rising, his lover walked through a wall of flames. He wore an orange dhoti with a quiver of arrows on his back and a bow in his hands that had an arrow knocked on it as he took aim confidently at his enemies.

He looked like the reincarnation of Lord Rama himself!

Bheem wondered if it was an appropriate reaction to have when his breeches suddenly became tighter.

Fight first.

Daydream later!

The sooner they finished this fight, the sooner he could act on his fantasies. 

Bheem picked up the slack and crushed his enemies like an elephant on a rampage.

Things were going well in their favor till he heard Ram’s cry of pain.

Bheem felt his world narrow down to that sound.

Who dare hurt his love?

And how dare they breathe the same air as him?

Bheem checked to see that Ram was ok. His love was grazed by one of those speeding bullets.

It tore through the bicep that Bheem loved so much!

The person who dared to harm Ram was going to pay!

Bheem hefted the javelin in his hand and found the man cowering behind a tree.

He felt no remorse as the spear tip pierced through the man’s abdomen and he looked at Bheem in shock.

Bheem pulled his spear out of the corpse as it fell on the ground with a satisfying thud.

Ram appeared amused by his rage. 

Bheem knew that Ram also had an equally vengeful streak and rolled his shoulders awaiting the next swarm of fighters.

“Bheem,” Ram called out in a booming voice.

Bheem suppressed a shiver at the deep tone.

“Why are we wasting our time battling the minions when their leader is safely ensconced within his castle?” he asked rhetorically.

Bheem shot him a look of understanding. They were able to have an entire conversation with just a single gaze.

Bheem absolutely loved their intimacy! 

Bheem rode his bike as Ram mounted a horse.

They were able to set fire to the bike and let it crash into the building walls.

The crates of explosives and weapons caught fire and the palace exploded right before his eyes.

But that didn’t make them pause.

They both vaulted into the burning mansion. Bheem was going to help Ram with his mission, come heaven or hell!

In the wake of the carnage, they noticed the governor’s wife hanging upside down with dead vacant eyes. 

The governor trembled in rage.

Ram picked up his bow and shot him, sticking his shirt to the wreckage behind him.

“Bheem,” his love called out with much gusto. Bheem absolutely adored the way Ram’s voice boomed as he spoke his name. 

“This is a bullet that crossed the seven seas to reach India. It would be prudent to send it back to its homeland, yes?” he drawled out, holding out the bullet to him.

Bheem was right to tell the entire story of Malli’s kidnapping to his lover. Ram remembered every single detail.

Bheem didn’t have much experience with guns, preferring to fight with his bare hands mostly but he implicitly obeyed his lover’s coaching.

“Load.” 

“Aim.”

“Shoot!”

Bheem watched the bullet soar and hit its mark with precision. Ram gave him a look of abject pride which made him want to preen in happiness.

Ram smirked as he pulled Bheem close.

Their lips met with quiet confidence as they stood surrounded by carnage and a burning mansion.

Bheem’s lips tingled but he reluctantly broke away.

“I found the firearms you need. Fulfill your oath to your people,” he said.

Ram’s eyes shone with gratitude as he eyed Bheem.

“I love you, Bheem,” he choked out desperately.

“I love you too, Ram,” Bheem replied softly as he kissed his love once again.

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[vakhiyamusings]

I fell in love with a martyr and now he’s going to die!

Bheem’s POV:

3 months.

Or had it been more?

Who knew what day it was?

All Bheem cared about was getting out of Agra alive and getting Malli home.

The days were filled with fear, hunger and exhaustion. He and his comrades were constantly looking over their shoulders, jumping at every loud sound and struggling but failing to find a way home.

If he was with them…

No! 

Bheem refused to go there.

He didn’t want to think about the betrayal of his friend/lover. (When did they become lovers?!)

His heart hurt to think about that moment of betrayal. 

Ram cheated him in the worst way possible!

No, he wasn’t going to think about traitors. 

He had more pressing issues on his mind like survival.

Ram helped you escape…

Bheem hated his mind these days. Too bad he couldn’t physically throttle his mind. His dreams were awful! They were filled with filthy depictions of the traitor pleasuring him in the worst way possible! 

Bheem was trying to avoid sleeping as much as could these days.

It was safer for them all if he stayed up to stand guard.

Hunger was gnawing at their stomachs. Bheem was used to this feeling by now but Malli was just a child. She couldn’t handle it as well as the adults could. Bheem worried starvation might kill them all before the soldiers could.

A sudden commotion from the entrance of the safe house drew his attention.

Fuck! The guards were coming for them! 

Bheem looked around for a place to hide but there was nowhere to go!

He felt like a caged animal. And like a caged animal, he knew he would claw anyone who dared tried to take his family away from him!

His heart was pounding loudly in his chest. Malli was whimpering but was hushed quietly. 

Bheem glanced at the intruders, knowing he would have less than a second to make a move.

But then, something happened…

A young woman ran over to one of the soldiers, begging for help.

Smallpox? Who had smallpox here?

The soldier yelled at her and kicked her in the stomach!

What type of cruel dishonorable man would kick a woman?

Bheem raged. He wanted to go and help her but he was held back. It probably wasn’t the best idea in the world but Bheem was more of an act first, think later kind of man.  He didn’t tolerate the abuse of innocent people in front of him.

As soon as the soldiers retreated, Bheem ran forward to help up the woman.

She was beautiful and had a gentle smile.

“Who has smallpox here?” Bheem asked quietly.

The angel giggled.

“No one,” she replied with a mischievous grin.

Bheem was impressed at her courage. She single handedly saved their lives. He was forever in her debt.

Bheem was never one to forget his debts.

“A child should never know the pain of hunger. Here you go,” the Angel reappeared with food that she handed over to Malli.

Bheem was floored by her kindness. He was beyond grateful and he struggled to not tear up at the chance of meeting a divine being in such dark times. He was so close to losing hope in humanity. 

Her name was Seetha.

She was here for her fiancé.

Her fiancé who was working for the British government.

Seetha toyed with a necklace that looked oddly familiar.

Ram…

Bheem recalled a conversation with him regarding his childhood friend. Ram never mentioned that he was engaged!

“My fiancé is working as a spy. He swore that he would return back to our village only after he could procure weapons for everyone back home. No one should remain unarmed. He made that promise to his father just before he died.”

“Did he get the weapons?” Malli asked completely enraptured by the story.

Seetha’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“No. Before he could, his best friend got in trouble with the Governor. He was so torn about the whole situation. He couldn’t let his friend die so he rescued him. In the process, his cover was blown and now my fiancé is in danger!”Seetha sobbed.

Bheem couldn’t comprehend anything he was hearing.

“What happened?” he uttered the words fearing the reply.

Seetha unrolled a sheet of paper.

“The British Government has ordered for his execution in two days!” she cried, covering her face with her hands.

Bheem staggered at the words.

Ram was a double agent.

He didn’t mean to betray him!

Ram saved him!

And in turn, Bheem left him to die!

Bheem was a horrible, horrible man!

“No!” 

Everyone turned to look at him.

“I didn’t know. I’m so sorry! I’m just a dumb man from the forest. I left Ram all alone. I should’ve known something was off. He twisted his words so I would leave him there. He sacrificed himself so I could escape with Malli!” Bheem exclaimed feeling a rush of shame and a lick of anger at Ram as well!

Why did he have to be such a martyr? Bheem could’ve saved the guy! And now he was going to die!

Bheem refused to let that happen!

“Seetha should never go in search of Ram. I will make sure Ram comes for his Seetha! I promise you now that I will bring your Ram back alive!” Bheem declared.

Seetha looked at him in wonder and hope.

He would bring back her fiancé at the cost of his own life if needed!

                                                        ***

Bheem sucked at plans.

He really did.

Luckily, Jenny was great at plans! 

She even had a blueprint with the details on where Ram would be. 

She was an angel living amongst demons.

Bheem admired her courage to stand up for what was right.

After profusely thanking her, Jenny wished him luck and he left to go free his friend/lover.

Ram couldn’t be his lover if he had a fiancé right?

Bheem decided to table his thoughts for now.

In the middle of the night, Bheem broke into the prison.

It was easy.

Locating Ram however, was not.

Jenny said that they kept troublesome prisoners in solitary cells that were underground. 

They also fed them once a week.

Bheem’s heart hurt as he thought about the abuse they would’ve put Ram through. He would definitely be injured. Bheem had to fortify his mind no matter what condition he found him in.

Bheem suddenly had an idea!

It was a damn good one too!

He beat a familiar beat on the ground hoping Ram responded.

Thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

Ram was here!

With renewed vigor, Bheem continued beating his rhythm on the ground. He wormed his way over to Ram.

Ram looked up at him in wonder.

Bheem drank in his fierce gaze. He didn’t lose himself to the madness that prolonged inmates usually had. His hair was long and unkempt but that par for the course with imprisonment. 

Bheem had to admit, his lover rocked the bearded look well. He looked handsome and rugged.

Wait!

Ram was not his lover.

He couldn’t be.

“Bheem. What are you doing here?” Ram asked him eyeing him with hope but also a sliver of fear, not for himself but for Bheem!

How did he miss those protective glances? Bheem cursed himself for being so selfish and wrapped up in his own bloody problems!

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know! I was risking my life for Malli. But you were risking your life for the country! I’m so sorry!” Bheem cried out, clutching Ram’s hands through the iron bars.

“Bheem. Bheem, it’s ok. How did you know?” he asked sounding curious.

Bheem pulled the locket from his pocket and showed Ram.

“You met Seetha!” Ram exclaimed with unbridled joy.

Bheem struggled to not feel jealous. It was an alien emotion.

“Yes, I met your fiancé,” Bheem said trying not to sound too bitter about the word.

Ram shot him a calculating look.

Damn the guy for being as sharp as a whip!

Bheem looked away.

“Bheem, look at me,” Ram ordered.

When Bheem didn’t immediately comply, Ram held his fingers and kissed them. That made Bheem swivel to look at him.

“Stop that! That’s dishonorable behavior for an engaged man!” Bheem hissed at him trying to pull his fingers away.

Ram chuckled and it enraged Bheem even further.

“While I enjoy your pique of jealousy, it is completely unfounded. Seetha is well aware of my proclivities. You know a man and a woman can never be friends unless they have a romantic relationship. That is what society expects of us. Seetha is my anchor. She’s the one who helped me through tough times. We promised to get married in order to appease our village elders. She knows how I feel about you. I don’t keep secrets from her,” Ram declared firmly while clutching his hands.

A tidal wave of relief swept through Bheem, settling something inside of him.

“I’m getting you out of there,” was all Bheem said before tugging the iron bars and lifting them off.

He needed his lover in his arms. 

Pronto!

Bheem knew that Ram couldn’t handle walking right now.

He lifted him up and allowed him to sit securely on his shoulders.

Bheem kissed Ram’s fingers before holding onto his knees securely.

Together, they were a two-backed beast that was unstoppable!

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[vakhiyamusings]

I’m fucked (and not in the fun way!)

The letter in his hands filled him with jubilation.

The news he heard however filled him with dread.

His oath to his father, just mere seconds before his death was so close to being fulfilled.

His love was not going to see the sun rise after tomorrow.

He needed to do something.

His word of honor or his love

He had to decide.

The decision was rather simple…

Or so he liked to believe.

                                          ***

Trailing behind this sadistic behemoth was not something he liked to do. 

And considering where they were, it annoyed him even more!

Ram had to check his emotions behind his blank mask as he took in the pitiful sight of his lover in chains.

Ram doubted he was fed or given water after his public flogging. 

The punishment that he himself had to bestow upon his love.

Ram took a moment for a little pity party.

Why was he fated to hurt the people he loved?

He first killed his own father.

Then he hurt his best friend by making a solemn oath to his people and leaving her behind.

And now he tortured his lover in public.

Ram had decided from a young age that he was going to hell. There was simply no other option for someone like him.

He almost missed the soliloquy of the evil dictator in front of him.

“I want the best hangman for the job!”

“I want to see his neck drawn out tight and his eyes bulge and pop just before his neck snaps!”

Ram stifled the urge to strangle the British pumpkin.

“Yes sir, but I doubt you will see fear in his eyes,” he taunted subtly.

The governor turned to fix him with a narrowed gaze.

“If I recall, it was you who failed to bring him to his knees,” the devil said with repressed anger.

Oh shit! He had to think fast.

“I’m sorry, sir. If I may suggest an idea? Why not bring the little girl to his hanging. That would hurt him more than anything else in the world,” Ram replied.

He tamped down the wince as Bheem’s eyes widened in fear. The look of betrayal and pain was heart wrenchingly obvious and it made Ram want to die a little.

The governor buffoon chuckled as he watched Bheem struggle against the chains. The first reaction he had since their arrival here.

“I see you’ve learnt the ways of the empire, young man,” he said with pride in his voice.

Ram shrugged off the satisfied feeling he got whenever he received praise from his superiors. It made him feel nasty inside these days.

As they strode off, he explained that it would be safer to hang Bheem on the riverside than in the midst of a crowd. He explained that the people might choose him as a martyr and that would be disastrous for the British government.

Ram was quite surprised his plan worked flawlessly when Scott shook his hand, agreeing to his terms before he left.

It honestly couldn’t be this easy, could it?

                                                                                        ***

Ram was nervous.

It was understandable considering the fact that he was in a lion’s den and was planning on stealing their steak away from them.

One might argue it was a suicidal task.

Ram agreed wholeheartedly with that assessment.

Unfortunately, he had to save his headstrong, big hearted and well endowed (Ram checked *wink*) love before it was too late. 

The guy’s recklessness brought him to stand right before a fucking noose!

Ram was so going to murder him in the future for making him do something equally feckless!

Ram watched Scott and his entourage follow his car.

He swiftly cut the rope to allow a tree to fall over the jeeps and impede their path.

What he wasn’t expecting was being torpedoed out of the car himself and get punctured by a tree stump.

The pain was searing through his mind, clouding his thoughts.

Malli’s cries helped him focus and brought him to reality.

He had to save her.

He had to give Bheem a chance to escape with her.

Ram fought through the pain, breaking necks and bones.

Fighting was second natured to him these days.

He spat out blood.

Hmm… He must’ve punctured a lung.

That’s why he had two of them anyway.

Ram ran behind Malli protecting her from all the men trying to kill her.

Malli almost reached Bheem.

Ram wanted to witness the joyous reunion. He really did.

Unfortunately, he noticed a man trying to target his Bheem!

That wasn’t happening under his watch!

Ram took aim.

Bheem watched his gun point at Malli.

Bheem roared in rage.

Ram ignored him and shot the guy in the forehead.

Bheem bashed him over the head in thanks.

What. A. Fucking. Idiot!

Ram took it like a champ.

Because, what else could he do?

The situation was way too charged for an explanation.

Ram himself was out of breath and seeing two Bheems stand side by side over him.

They were both holding a rock over his head.

What a way to go!

Ram briefly imagined having two Bheems stand over him, kiss him and do filthy, filthy things to him together.

Man, was he out of his goddamn mind!

He probably had a concussion.

It was totally worth it after all the stress that Ram put Bheem through over the past few days.

They should probably make a tally to see if they were even. 

Ram believed that he was in the lead. He was competitive like that.

Now, back to his two lovers.

No, wait. They merged into one. 

Ram missed his Bheem clone.

The sharp rock shook in Bheem’s grip as Bheem stared at him with absolute fury.

Ram felt like he was being stared down by a dangerous wild tiger.

It excited him, tremendously!

Bheem let out a cry and Ram closed his eyes.

The stone landed right beside his head.

Lips crashed into his almost punishing in their assault. He tasted blood and it fueled their lust.

“I hate you for making me feel this way! You almost killed Malli! You betrayed India!” Bheem snarled viciously above him.

“If I did all that, then why are you kissing me?” Ram asked drily.

He heard footsteps of the soldiers coming after them.

Bheem was still fucking here!

“I used you to make my way up the ladder. Finding you gave me a promotion. I’m exactly where I need to be right now,” Ram said giving him a shit eating grin.

Bheem looked further enraged. 

“You better run before the soldiers come after you. I should take you both back now but consider this as repayment for saving my life from the snake bite,” Ram drawled looking bored.

Bheem stood up shakily and kicked him right in the stomach.

“I don’t know what I saw in you! I can’t believe I trusted you! I never want to see you again!” he snarled before lifting Malli up and running away.

Ram pretended the words didn’t hurt as much as they did. 

His lover was alive and safe.

And he was going to make sure he stayed that way.

Ram fought till he could no more.

He fate was now pretty clear.

He was utterly, irrevocably fucked!

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[vakhiyamusings]

Totally Whipped!

The crack of the whip was sharp in the solemn atmosphere.

The weight of everyone’s glares was pricking his skin, but one stare outshone them all.

His lover was watching his every move. 

There was no fear in his eyes as Ram prowled around him like a tiger circling his prey. 

Who was he kidding? 

Bheem probably wrestled with tigers on a daily basis. 

What did he know? They never had time to explore their pasts. 

The bitchiest bitch to ever bitch was sitting regally on her makeshift throne, looking far too excited by the proceedings.

“I want to watch him bleed,” Ram heard her say aloud.

“Of course, darling,” her fat arsed husband crooned to her.

“You there! What’s the holdup?” he hollered.

Ram shot him a look, gritted his teeth and swung at the wooden poles his love was tied to.

People flinched.

Without a pause, he whipped the large expanse of those lovely shoulders.

He steeled himself as he whipped out a punishing rhythm, all the while cursing his fool of a lover for getting caught.

Crack!

How dare he not trust him with his secrets?

Crack!

How dare he act like a simpleton, so naive and innocent?

Crack! 

How dare he lie to him with a straight face?

Crack!

How dare he make Ram fall in love with him? 

Crack!

How dare he make Ram punish him so brutally?

Crack!

How dare he make his heart shatter into a million pieces with every snap of his goddamn whip?

With a loud cry, he whipped those strong shoulders once more, the shirt ripping in a few places.

Throughout it all, Bheem barely flinched and took every hit with strong resolve. His hands held those ropes tightly in his palms and by the end, his head drooped low. He was suppressing his reactions to the pain. Rather impressively, might he add.

“I was promised a pool of blood. Here, try this one. It might help,” said the she-devil as she threw a spiked whip at Ram’s foot.

Ram’s eyes widened at the torture device. 

What was wrong with this female creature who must’ve crawled out from the pits of hell?

“Aren’t you just bloodthirsty, my dear?” the bastard crooned at his wife while she smirked.

Ram wanted to string them both up and torture them for days! They deserved this and a whole lot more!

“Well, what are you waiting for? My wife wants a pool of blood. So far, I’m seeing no blood. Make him bleed!” the scoundrel barked.

Ram squared his shoulders and nodded once.

“Oh, and I want him on his knees as well,” the black hearted satanic female instructed daintily.

Ram didn’t deign to reply and picked up the vile thing. The thorns were so sharp that even touching the tip made him bleed.

Despite having a 1000 people gathered around him, it was awfully quiet.

The tense anticipation of the next whip was heavy in the air.

Bheem eyed the Devil’s torture device dispassionately.

Ram swung it at the wooden post. It creaked and large flecks of wood fell to the ground. 

“We haven’t got all day! Quickly now!”

Bheem smiled all of a sudden, taking Ram by surprise.

He burst out into song! 

What the ever loving fuck?

Ram swirled the heavy torture device, swung it over his head and hit his lover. The spikes cut into his flesh and tore through his strong bulky muscle as he pulled the whip out.

Too fast and he might cause a whole lot of damage.

Too slow and he would be prolonging the torture.

His lover’s blood splattered across his own face.

Ram wiped it off his eyebrow, looking disbelievingly at his own hands.

Was this really happening?

Was he brutally tormenting the man he loved?

Ram was definitely going to hell with the other monsters up on the balcony.

Bheem, on the other hand was still singing.

His song imbued a sense of invigoration and patriotism in the mind of the crowd.

Ram watched in awe as his lover held his head high even when he was in indescribable pain.

Ram was proud.

But he was also utterly destroyed by the injuries littering his toned muscular body.

The smooth pectorals that Ram wanted to bite were ripped apart with blood oozing out from the wound.

The broad expanse of his back that Ram imagined to hold onto for dear life while being pounded by Bheem was sliced up beyond all recognition.

The strong powerful biceps that held him up when he was dying of a snakebite was hacked to bits!

And it was all his doing!

Ram couldn’t pass on the blame to anyone else but himself.

Just like he couldn’t blame other people for killing his father.

He was a murderer through and through.

But now, he was a sadistic torturer who hurt the people he loved.

Ram quickly blocked the annoying prick that wanted to cut through his lover’s hamstrings. 

Ram placed his feet on the back of Bheem’s kneecap, hoping he’ll kneel.

He didn’t want his lover to actually kneel but then again, the punishment would end so much sooner if his stubborn muleheaded dumbass just gave in! 

Ram wasn’t sure how much longer he could take, witnessing and instigating this horrendous undeserving punishment on an innocent child of the Earth.

Dark rivulets of sanguine fluid flowed through the sand and into the crevices of the earth.

His lover roared in pain at being pulled apart limb from limb. 

His warrior stared him in the face, a fire blazing bright in his eyes despite being shredded all over.

Bheem tried to stand, trying to find the strength to hold himself up, but eventually his limbs gave out and he fell face forward on the wooden pavilion.

There was a moment of silence. 

Then all hell broke loose as people screamed and fought the bastards that were ruling over them with such abject cruelty.

Ram crumbled to his knees, ignoring the kerfuffle around him.

His love laid broken and unconscious and it was all his fault.

He pulled his fierce warrior into his arms and slapped his cheeks to rouse him but to no avail.

Ram hoisted Bheem up over his shoulder and walked down the pavilion steps. He wanted to take Bheem and run away from this wretched place!

But he had an important role to play!

Duty took precedence over his heart. 

His father had instilled that nugget of knowledge within him at a young age. 

His mother hammered it even deeper when she got shot in the stand-off at their village.

There was no time for emotion in the battlefield.

But Ram couldn’t help himself. He glared at the guards that tried to take Bheem from him.

He got into the truck and gently placed his fierce warrior on the floor.

Bheem appeared peaceful in his unconscious state. 

Ram petted his hair and let himself have a moment of weakness. 

Just a moment…

A couple of treacherous tears flowed down his cheeks and spilled onto Bheem’s forehead. 

Why did this have to happen?

Why did he have to do this awful gut wrenching wicked deed? 

Ram felt sick to his core. 

He was never going to come back from this!

His lover deserved better! 

Someone who could protect him when he was in danger!

Not a coward who listened to the whims of evil overlords!

Ram leaned over and pressed a soft kiss right between Bheem’s furrowed brow.

His moment was up.

Time to put on a mask and face the cruel world.

The crack of the whip was sharp in the solemn atmosphere.

The weight of everyone’s glares was pricking his skin, but one stare outshone them all.

His lover was watching his every move. 

There was no fear in his eyes as Ram prowled around him like a tiger circling his prey. 

Who was he kidding? 

Bheem probably wrestled with tigers on a daily basis. 

What did he know? They never had time to explore their pasts. 

The bitchiest bitch to ever bitch was sitting regally on her makeshift throne, looking far too excited by the proceedings.

“I want to watch him bleed,” Ram heard her say aloud.

“Of course, darling,” her fat arsed husband crooned to her.

“You there! What’s the holdup?” he hollered.

Ram shot him a look, gritted his teeth and swung at the wooden poles his love was tied to.

People flinched.

Without a pause, he whipped the large expanse of those lovely shoulders.

He steeled himself as he whipped out a punishing rhythm, all the while cursing his fool of a lover for getting caught.

Crack!

How dare he not trust him with his secrets?

Crack!

How dare he act like a simpleton, so naive and innocent?

Crack! 

How dare he lie to him with a straight face?

Crack!

How dare he make Ram fall in love with him? 

Crack!

How dare he make Ram punish him so brutally?

Crack!

How dare he make his heart shatter into a million pieces with every snap of his goddamn whip?

With a loud cry, he whipped those strong shoulders once more, the shirt ripping in a few places.

Throughout it all, Bheem barely flinched and took every hit with strong resolve. His hands held those ropes tightly in his palms and by the end, his head drooped low. He was suppressing his reactions to the pain. Rather impressively, might he add.

“I was promised a pool of blood. Here, try this one. It might help,” said the she-devil as she threw a spiked whip at Ram’s foot.

Ram’s eyes widened at the torture device. 

What was wrong with this female creature who must’ve crawled out from the pits of hell?

“Aren’t you just bloodthirsty, my dear?” the bastard crooned at his wife while she smirked.

Ram wanted to string them both up and torture them for days! They deserved this and a whole lot more!

“Well, what are you waiting for? My wife wants a pool of blood. So far, I’m seeing no blood. Make him bleed!” the scoundrel barked.

Ram squared his shoulders and nodded once.

“Oh, and I want him on his knees as well,” the black hearted satanic female instructed daintily.

Ram didn’t deign to reply and picked up the vile thing. The thorns were so sharp that even touching the tip made him bleed.

Despite having a 1000 people gathered around him, it was awfully quiet.

The tense anticipation of the next whip was heavy in the air.

Bheem eyed the Devil’s torture device dispassionately.

Ram swung it at the wooden post. It creaked and large flecks of wood fell to the ground. 

“We haven’t got all day! Quickly now!”

Bheem smiled all of a sudden, taking Ram by surprise.

He burst out into song! 

What the ever loving fuck?

Ram swirled the heavy torture device, swung it over his head and hit his lover. The spikes cut into his flesh and tore through his strong bulky muscle as he pulled the whip out.

Too fast and he might cause a whole lot of damage.

Too slow and he would be prolonging the torture.

His lover’s blood splattered across his own face.

Ram wiped it off his eyebrow, looking disbelievingly at his own hands.

Was this really happening?

Was he brutally tormenting the man he loved?

Ram was definitely going to hell with the other monsters up on the balcony.

Bheem, on the other hand was still singing.

His song imbued a sense of invigoration and patriotism in the mind of the crowd.

Ram watched in awe as his lover held his head high even when he was in indescribable pain.

Ram was proud.

But he was also utterly destroyed by the injuries littering his toned muscular body.

The smooth pectorals that Ram wanted to bite were ripped apart with blood oozing out from the wound.

The broad expanse of his back that Ram imagined to hold onto for dear life while being pounded by Bheem was sliced up beyond all recognition.

The strong powerful biceps that held him up when he was dying of a snakebite was hacked to bits!

And it was all his doing!

Ram couldn’t pass on the blame to anyone else but himself.

Just like he couldn’t blame other people for killing his father.

He was a murderer through and through.

But now, he was a sadistic torturer who hurt the people he loved.

Ram quickly blocked the annoying prick that wanted to cut through his lover’s hamstrings. 

Ram placed his feet on the back of Bheem’s kneecap, hoping he’ll kneel.

He didn’t want his lover to actually kneel but then again, the punishment would end so much sooner if his stubborn muleheaded dumbass just gave in! 

Ram wasn’t sure how much longer he could take, witnessing and instigating this horrendous undeserving punishment on an innocent child of the Earth.

Dark rivulets of sanguine fluid flowed through the sand and into the crevices of the earth.

His lover roared in pain at being pulled apart limb from limb. 

His warrior stared him in the face, a fire blazing bright in his eyes despite being shredded all over.

Bheem tried to stand, trying to find the strength to hold himself up, but eventually his limbs gave out and he fell face forward on the wooden pavilion.

There was a moment of silence. 

Then all hell broke loose as people screamed and fought the bastards that were ruling over them with such abject cruelty.

Ram crumbled to his knees, ignoring the kerfuffle around him.

His love laid broken and unconscious and it was all his fault.

He pulled his fierce warrior into his arms and slapped his cheeks to rouse him but to no avail.

Ram hoisted Bheem up over his shoulder and walked down the pavilion steps. He wanted to take Bheem and run away from this wretched place!

But he had an important role to play!

Duty took precedence over his heart. 

His father had instilled that nugget of knowledge within him at a young age. 

His mother hammered it even deeper when she got shot in the stand-off at their village.

There was no time for emotion in the battlefield.

But Ram couldn’t help himself. He glared at the guards that tried to take Bheem from him.

He got into the truck and gently placed his fierce warrior on the floor.

Bheem appeared peaceful in his unconscious state. 

Ram petted his hair and let himself have a moment of weakness. 

Just a moment…

A couple of treacherous tears flowed down his cheeks and spilled onto Bheem’s forehead. 

Why did this have to happen?

Why did he have to do this awful gut wrenching wicked deed? 

Ram felt sick to his core. 

He was never going to come back from this!

His lover deserved better! 

Someone who could protect him when he was in danger!

Not a coward who listened to the whims of evil overlords!

Ram leaned over and pressed a soft kiss right between Bheem’s furrowed brow.

His moment was up.

Time to put on a mask and face the cruel world.

The call of duty was a siren’s song that he simply couldn’t ignore.

The call of duty was a siren’s song that he simply couldn’t ignore.The call of duty was a siren’s song that he simply couldn’t ignore.

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I fell in love with an idiot (and now I have to go save his ass!) - RRR fanfic RamxBheem

“I’m not who you think I am.”

“I came here to rescue my little sister. She was forcibly taken from our tribe.”

“I’m sorry for deceiving you. I wanted to come clean on so many occasions but I didn’t want to drag you in my mess.”

“If I don’t see you again, I’ll die with pride knowing I had a wonderful person in my life. Goodbye, my friend.”

Friend? Friend!?

Friend, my ass!

He raged at his inability to speak! The stupid snake bite! It fucking paralyzed his entire side and he couldn’t even move his jaw properly. He couldn’t get the fucking idiot to stop his suicide mission!

He was going to get himself killed!

And Ram, himself, was going to be the one to do it.

The shock and stab of betrayal shot right through his heart.

But who better than him could understand the pain and despair such deception could cost a soul.

Ram admired Bheem for his courage and gumption. For flawlessly being in character and weaseling his way into the governor’s house. Bheem’s tongue tied nature around Jenny was rather cute to witness. It probably wasn’t all faked. 

Perish that thought.

Bheem didn’t have a cunning bone is his body. Ram doubted he could lie to save his life.

Fucking idiot!

Ram let out a harsh labored breath as he lifted himself up off the bed. 

He needed to ensure that no one got to the idiot before he did.

Bheem was, after all, his idiot to contend with.

Ram couldn’t help but admire him more and more every single day.

His feelings were probably one sided but the heart wants what it wants. 

Seetha was his best friend from childhood. She probably would’ve been his wife in another life, but Ram was a different man these days. Being a double agent was hard on his soul, and he knew deep down, that Seetha deserved better. She was his only tie to his old life and his anchor to reality. He needed her to keep himself sane. 

Whatever sane meant these days was another question altogether.

Apparently, it meant pulling out his police uniform from his iron chest and refilling his rifle with bullets.

Time to hunt down the massive brawny hunk of an idiot.

A couple of punches to his trusty punching bag was necessary before he left. He didn’t want to accidentally strangle the fool for making him run around in circles all these weeks.

He ran out the door and suddenly paused.

A dramatic entrance was necessary in every situation.

                                          ***

His man had style, that was for sure!

A tiger was mauling a British guy’s face while the man let out a blood curdling scream. There were lions, antelopes and cheetahs wrecking havoc. 

The scene before him fueled a vicious bloodthirstiness within him.

Like his namesake, he steered a chariot with a fire lit behind him like a proper descendant of the Sun God.

He jumped off his chariot letting it add more chaos to the mayhem. 

Mayhem to the chaos?

Who the fuck cared?

It was utter bedlam and it got his blood thrumming with excitement!

“Why are you wearing that?”

The words made him pause.

“Why are you dressed like that? You are one of us!”

His blood ran cold.

The confusion and betrayal in that voice…

He made sure early on to never have friends. Just allies. The first time he trusted someone in so long and look where it led him?

Ram couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“You are under arrest for the crimes you have committed to the British sovereignty,” was all he said  pulling out his handcuffs.

“What are you saying?”

Bheem jumped back out of his reach.

The action hurt him more than he imagined.

“You’re one of us! Look at me!” Bheem screamed at him, pain filling his voice.

“You are under arrest for your crimes. Come quietly with me and confess,” he repeated.

“Look! At! Me!”

Ram shuddered at the command in the tone. If it were in any other circumstance, his response would’ve been completely different.

He anticipated the strike and blocked the hit.

For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to fight. He was mechanical in his attempt to restrain this beast of a man.

When a particular key Bheem had in his hold fell into the sewer, his friend was no longer the person he used to know.

Ram had to fight back lest he lose a limb or his life.

He had to think quickly. 

Bheem was unrestrained and violent. Volatile was what came to mind.

He was poetry in motion, beautiful and deadly with a fire in his eyes that sparked his very soul. 

He craved his attention like a dying man craving air.

He was fluid in his movements but also reckless like a tidal wave of fury.

His inner rage swirled into a massive storm.

Electricity sparked, lightning crackled as they fought.

There was no one else but the two of them in this fight.

But it couldn’t last forever.

Ram had to save Bheem before the guy got himself killed.

He was making this very difficult!

Fucking tribal idiot and his building climbing skills!

“Just surrender now, Bheem!” he roared. Not like it had any effect.

“How could you turn your back on us? How dare you stab the backs of your countrymen? I wish I had never met you,” Bheem cried out before trying to lob him with a huge rock.

Ram faltered at the words and it nearly cost him his life.

His double life was affecting him at the most inopportune moment. Feelings were never supposed to be a part of this!

Load. Aim. Shoot.

That was the mantra he led his life by.

The last words uttered to him by his father.

Right before he blew up the man who sired him…

Ram grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the ground. Bheem struggled like a large trout out of water. 

Fucking big lug!

A muscular, ridiculously hot one at that!

“Just stop! Stop and listen to me!” Ram gritted his teeth.

The writhing was not good for his body. It really, really wasn’t.

“I’m on your side!” he hissed through his teeth.

Bheem continued to struggle not having heard him.

Ram had only one idea to get his attention and get him to stop his damn writhing!

He crashed his mouth harshly to Bheem’s mouth.  Bheem bit his tongue in confusion. The taste of blood only fueled his lust. Bheem stilled before kissing back wildly and recklessly as the man he was. Ram clutched his waist, pulling him closer. He was surprised to feel a bulge pressing against his own.

Ram pulled back, breathing harshly. Bheem appeared dazed and also out of breath.

“What?” he was so out of it. Ram preened within at making him so breathless with a single kiss.

“I’m on your side, you dumb bumbling fool!” Ram exclaimed exasperated.

“Why did you fight me?” 

His lover was dumb. 

“I am not your friend in public. I have to maintain appearances. They expect me to arrest you and hand you over to them. Your Nawab is giving them trouble,” he explained. 

The sounds of a raging fight was loud outside. They didn’t have much time.

“I have to get Malli,” Bheem said.

Ram let out an explosive sigh.

“Stop making my life so hard! I can’t keep you alive if you fight me at every turn!” he said.

Bheem’s eyes hardened.

“How can I trust you? Huh? Maybe you’ve been playing me the whole time! Why should I listen to anything you say?” he demanded. The fire was back in his eyes and they focused entirely on him. 

Perfect.

“Because I love you, you idiot! For some unfathomable reason, I fucking love you and guess what? I don’t want to turn you over to the governor! But then you do something stupid and crash into this party like a bull through a china shop! If you want Malli to survive, you need to surrender! They’ve seen you now! I can’t let you go!” Ram whispering harshly against his lips.

He couldn’t help himself from stealing another kiss and grinding himself against his muscular lover.

Bheem appeared speechless but his body knew what to do.

Ram was thrilled and frustrated as he was suddenly flipped so he was on his back. Bheem hovered over him, kissing down his neck. He bit harshly on the tendons of his neck making Ram moan out loud. Thankfully the noise was muffled by the roar of a lion. Bheem pressed the heel of his palm against his cock making Ram buckle beneath him.

They made quick work of releasing their cocks and Bheem stroke them both surely but firmly. Ram’s fingers dug into

Bheem’s back nearly drawing blood. It only spurred Bheem on further. Soon, they were coming onto their hands and over each other. Ram found it particularly amusing to find a drop of cum over one of his medals. If only the governor knew…

“I love you too, but I have to do this. I’m sorry,” he barely heard the words through his sex addled mind before Bheem got up and left.

Ram’s mind suddenly turned on and he cursed.

Fuck Bheem and his idiocy!

Fuck him and his easily accessible veshti wearing tendencies!

Ram struggled with his zip to catch up with the dumb ass.

No, the ass in question was spectacular.

The man was simply dumb.

The idiot clambered onto the railing and was trying to swoop down like a hawk to save his sister.

He was going to die if it happened and he would be killing his sister as well.

Ram threw a stone slab to stop him from jumping off.

Bheem retaliated by throwing a piece of the balustrade at his head.

Ungrateful prick!

As a last resort, he lassoed him with the beaded mala that Bheem had given him earlier this evening. The rope was pretty damn strong and it stopped Bheem from catapulting to the ground.

Ram eyed him in cold fury.

Why didn’t he just listen to him?

“Surrender now, Bheem! Or else, Malli will pay for your actions,” he spoke harshly.

The words seemed to suddenly pierce through his thick skull.

His fiery eyes were subdued and were filled with fear.

Ram closed his eyes and slowly pulled him up to safety.

Why did he fall in love with an idiot?

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