CHAPTER 56: [18+] PART OF MY SOUL

"Shh... Keep quiet, Potentia."

"But... What if we get caught? The tents are thin and not that far apart."

"We won’t get caught if you keep your damn mouth shut!"

Hermes covered his mouth as he and Ymir tussled under the blankets inside their tent. And by ’tussled’ it basically means a handjob battle.

"We don’t really have to do this, you know..." Hermes muttered quietly.

"But your Cryoshift is running out, right?" Ymir said pointedly. "What ability are you going to use then if it runs out?"

Hermes scratched his head. "Uh... Magni gave me some of his blood samples? And Somner too. Even Aphrodite gave me a vial."

"But blood doesn’t last that long compared to semen, right?" Ymir asked.

"Yes, but..."

Ymir kissed him again. "Shut up."

Hermes felt really hot inside this stuffy tent, but also cold from Ymir’s lower than normal body temp.

"Why did you do that anyway?"

"Do what?" Ymir was purely focused on stroking him.

He had that same kind of focus when he was sending directives and being the department head. He was truly efficient and level-headed, Hermes will give him that.

"Kiss me? Earlier too... That caught me off-guard. And then you just pulled me back here and started stroking me..." Hermes pointed out. "That was so abrupt."

Ymir gave him a look. "Why do you always ask so many questions?"

But after a few strokes, Ymir eventually stopped.

"Do you... hate it?"

Hermes blinked. "What? No, I’m just confused—"

"I know what you and Somner did before you went to your hometown."

Hermes felt like he was sitting on lava right now. Maybe the whole area is really just hot because of the nearby fires, or maybe he’s just about to spontaneously combust from embarrassment.

"And... I know that Eirwyn must have done it with you too in order to activate your ability’s ’sharing’ mode." Ymir continued. "Did he force you to?"

"No... I don’t think so." Hermes admitted.

"That makes sense. You were head over heels for him before you learned he was a two-faced nutjob."

"I wasn’t—"

"Don’t lie to me, Potentia." Ymir gave him that icy glare.

That was enough to shut him up.

Hermes gulped, then said. "I don’t hate it, Ymir. I promise. In fact I... I actually had a crush on you back then."

Ymir blinked quickly. Even though it was pitch black inside the tent, his eyes were still shining and Hermes could see them fluttering clearly.

"You... You did?"

Hermes scratched his head. "I guess that’s why your constant torment on me when I was still an intern hit harder. I was really your biggest fan and then..."

Ymir chewed on his lower lip. "... You’re really something else, Potentia."

He started undoing his clothes.

Hermes couldn’t see it that well but he can hear the rustling enough to know what’s going on. "Hey... What are you doing?"

"Consider this an apology. Because... I’ve never really been good at those." Ymir said, sounding flustered.

He took Hermes’ hand and guided it to his body. "Do you... still like me? Even just a little bit?"

Hermes didn’t know how to respond, but he didn’t pull away either. Ymir took this as a sign to keep going. He leaned in to whisper:

"Even just for my body? You can be honest, Potentia."

He kissed Hermes’ neck and muttered softly, the complete opposite of his usually frigid behavior. "I know you must hate me. I know that you feel inferior towards me. But... I don’t know why... Suddenly, I want you to like me too... Even just physically."

He sounded so desperate.

Hermes could almost imagine tears in his eyes just from the cracks in his voice.

"Even if it’s not on the same level as Somner... Or even Eirwyn... I want your approval more than anyone else. And I hate that I want it. It feels so silly, so stupid."

Hermes couldn’t help it.

He pinned down Ymir, and the flashbacks of the last time they were in this position came flashing in his head.

"Ymir... The last time you were under me, I was a beast who attacked you. Yet you still want my approval?"

Ymir didn’t respond for a while, then...

He gave a weak. "Mm. Because the beast is still you.... And I want you to like me. And if that’s how the beast wanted me then... I want it."

Hermes felt as if this was one of the moments when he and the beast became one, but it doesn’t feel destructive. He didn’t feel like he was losing control, but rather he was allowing his aggression to come to the surface just for this special person.

This special person who he hated just as much as he was obsessed with.

"What if I bite you again? Would you still feel sorry for me? Would you still want to be liked by me?" Hermes whispered to his ear.

Ymir let out a shallow gasp for air.

"I... I might."

"What’s that?"

Ymir reached out his cold hands onto the nape of Hermes’ neck and said. "I said... I might... Let you... Just do it."

Hermes couldn’t explain the joy he felt in this moment. It was dark, but at the same time sweet. It tasted like bitter chocolate, smelled like karma and pleasure.

"Ahhh...." Ymir let out a breathy moan as Hermes’ fangs sank on his neck.

He could feel their bare members rub against each other. Hermes chased that friction as he continued biting Ymir.

"Mmm... Hermes..."

This was the second time that he was called by his first name, not his surname. The last time was in that bathroom, after they had that ’love shot’.

It still gave that same lightning-y effect down his spine, and Hermes couldn’t stop his hips from moving.

Ymir ran his fingers through his hair, pre-cum leaking from both their cocks.

"Ah... Hermes... I’m getting close..."

"Be quiet."

The tent shook slightly as Hermes continued thrusting. Ymir instinctually wrapped his legs around Hermes’ waist, and they felt like their skin could melt into each other at this moment.

It was sticky and humid and yet they couldn’t hate it.

Eventually, they reached their climax. This time much more in sync than their last encounter.

"Ymir..." Hermes kissed his lips, pushing his tongue so Ymir could taste his own blood on it.

It felt so obscene and taboo. But he felt Ymir’s tongue lapping at his own, as if seeking the taste even more. And Hermes knew there was no need to be ashamed.

He whispered against Ymir’s lips. "You don’t just have my approval. You have part of my soul, because you and I are alike. You understand me on a level that is different from the others..."

Ymir looked up at him, his mind reeling from those words.

"Do you really mean that?"

"I do."

They kissed once again, then cleaned up each other’s bodies with their tongue to share their ’essence’. Which in a way, was part of their soul.

They basked in this moment for a while, until the sun came up and it was there turn to guard the tents. Watching a beautiful dawn together...

Until a figure blocked the view.