Chapter 108

Chapter 108
Ren stood in the doorway. He looked tired, vulnerable, his shoulders slumped. The gold was gone from his eyes, leaving only a dark, troubled grey.

The pain in his chest, an icy, sharp sensation, was a cruel punishment for his actions. The Beast wanted protection and rage; the human core wanted Axton.

The fact that Axton had offered the gun, had dared him to shoot, spoke volumes of his desperation and sincerity. A traitor wouldn't offer their heart for a bullet.

Axton looked up, his expression hardening immediately. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply let the raw hurt and anger in his eyes do the talking.

​Ren stepped inside, letting the door hiss shut behind him. He walked slowly to the foot of the bed, stopping a few feet from Axton.

​"I called them off," Ren said, his voice low, the words catching in his throat. "The army is waiting outside. They won't attack unless attacked."

​Axton just stared. "You shot me, Ren."

​"I know," Ren whispered, his gaze falling to the floor. "It was... an overreaction. I should have trusted you. Kael and Corvin made a strong case for your love." He finally looked up, his eyes meeting Axton's. "I'm sorry. I really am."

​He took a step closer. "I need to know, Axton. Why? Why would you even consider your father's request?"

​Axton sighed, the final piece of his defence crumbling away. He was too tired to be angry, and too hurt to lie.

​"He held everything over my head, Ren. Your safety, my career, my identity. He knew I wouldn't let you fall into the wrong hands. By agreeing to his experiment, I was going to control the entire process, sabotage it, and smuggle you out before he could get his hands on you." Axton swallowed hard, his voice raw. "I wanted to save you, Ren. I only ever wanted to save you. And I was stupid enough to think I could outsmart him."

​Ren's composure cracked. He walked to the edge of the bed and fell to his knees, burying his face in Axton's uninjured side, his hands grasping the muscle of Axton's stomach.

​"I hate him," Ren choked out, his shoulders shaking. "I hate him so much. I'm sorry, Axton. I'm so sorry."

​Axton wrapped his good arm around Ren's back, pulling him close, his jaw clenched against the tears. The bond was still there, damaged and bruised, but unbroken.

​"We have to stop him, Ren," Axton murmured into his hair. "I have a committee coming. You have an army. We can dismantle his operation and expose him, but we have to do it together." He spoke quietly, his hand gently rubbing Ren's back. 

"He won't rest, Ren, not when he's seen what you're truly capable of. We have to get to that signal before he does –"

"I'm with you, Axton," Ren lifted his face from Axton's good shoulder and stared at Axton's face, "I'll always be with you, Axton." He murmured, rubbing the tip of his nose along Axton's jaw.

"Just trust me, Renault. I'd rather betray my Faction than you, that's how important you are to me," he whispered, "Your doubts hurt more than a gunshot, Ren. My heart was shattered to pieces, don't ever look at me with such emptiness again." He cupped Ren's cheek and stared into his eyes.

"I love you," Axton whispered. 

Ren didn't waste a second and closed his lips over Axton's in a slow, passionate, and apologetic kiss. 

Axton held him closer, pouring all his longing, hurt, and love into that one kiss.

Ren inched closer, tilting his head to deepen their kiss, and from a slow passionate kiss, it shifted to a hungry, and rough kiss.

Their breaths mingled as they groaned and moaned. 

Nothing was held back, tongues rolled together in a si full dance of seduction and wet lips moulded in a passionate frenzy, nkt seeming to get enough of the other.

The room was filled with sounds of the harsh breathing and the sound of wet lips and tongues sycking on each other.

Slowly, Axton breathlessly pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead on Ren's and closing his eyes.

Ren caught his breath, watching Axton's calm face. A knot formed in his chest as he recalled how he had shot the man he had kisses.

"I'm really sorry... you shouldn't be kissing me. You should ask me to stay as far away as possible," Ren murmured, his hand gently touching Axton's injured shoulder.

Axton slowly opened his eyes, "Why?" He questioned calmly.

Ren bit the side of his lip, his eyes tearing, "Look what I did to you. How can I claim to love you and still hurt you –"

"Hey," Axton cupped Ren's chin to lift his face, "Don't think that way. You were hurting, and rightly so. You believed I betrayed you, and if I really did betray you, a gunshot to my shoulder is a merciful axt compared to what I did." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Ren's lips.

"We're good. I'm good," He glanced at his shoulder and shrugged, "It'll be gone befire you know it. Also, consider this a payback fir what I did to you in the past, yeah?" He smirked.

Ren sniffled, wiping his eyes and smiling gently, "I really shouldn't have shot you. Now your in pain and you can't..." he trailed off and sighed.

Axton narrowed his eyes, "Hold on, pretty boy." He chuckled and placed his hand on Ren's waist, "I'm going to need you to complete your words, Renault." He whispered into Ren's ear.

Ren clenched his jaw, "Nothing. Sleep already, we're leaving early, remember?" He said stood fron Axton's side.

Axton smirked, "You know, I don't have to be behind or above you. There are many positions that allow you be on top, straddle me, ride me, reverse cow –"

"Axton," Ren's voice was laced with embarrassment as he scratched the back of he neck, "Let's just go to sleep. I'm feeling too guilty to do any of those." He pulled his shirt and pants off and climbed onto the bed in nothing.

Axton watched Ren lie on his front with his face to the wall.

"A little help here? I'd love to sleep naked too –"

"No. Just lie, and sleep," Ren murmured. 

He knew what he would find if he pulled down down Axton's pants, and he knew exactly what he would fo when he found it.

It wasn't like he didn't want to, he wanted to, but Axtoj was injured. He needed to let Axton rest, at least for tonight. He couldn't risk causing bleeding because of his unsaturated desires.

"I can almost hear your thoughts," Axton suddenly whispered in Ren's ear, kissing the sude of his neck, "You're worrying too much, I'm really fine." His hand trailed over Ren's back, caressing his slim waist, and sliding it up his ass.

"Have I mentioned how much I love your smooth, squishy ass?" He whispered huskily, gently squeezing Ren's behind like some squishy toy.

Ren laughed very lightly, "Yeah, Axton. I think you say that more than you say you love me. I'm starting to think it's my ass you love and not me." He spoke without turning around, allowing Axton to play with his ass.

"It's debatable," Axton replied with a smirk. 

"Really?" Ren turned on his back and sat up to glare at Axton's mischievous fave.

"You know the truth, baby, I love your ass, your lips," He trailed his fingers over Ren's lips, "these sweet nipples," his thumb gently rolled over each nipple, causing Ren to shudder slightly.

He kept his eyes locked on Ren's eyes as he lowered his hand along Ren's side, stopping at his hip, "I love those flexible hips of yours..." he leaned in, lips hovering over Ren as he slid his hand between Ren's hips, wrapping it around Ren's hardening lenght, watching him shiver, "and I love this perfect cock of yours, and I'm about to make you cum." He whispered huskily and slowly started to stroke Ren's length.  

Ren's breath hitched, his body betraying him as Axton's hand worked him with slow, deliberate strokes, each one sending a pulse of heat through his core.

The guilt still gnawed at him, sharp and cold, but Axton's touch—firm, possessive, and achingly tender—melted it into something softer, something that burned hotter than shame. 

He shuddered, his hips twitching involuntarily into Axton's grip, a low moan escaping his lips as his head tipped back against the pillow. "Axton," Ren gasped, his voice thick with need and lingering remorse, "you're hurt… we shouldn't—" His words cut off with a sharp inhale as Axton's thumb swiped over the sensitive tip of his cock, slick with precum, making his whole body jolt.

Axton leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of Ren's ear, voice low and rough like gravel. "I told you, love, I'm fine. This—" he squeezed Ren's length gently, eliciting another shaky moan, "—is what I need. You, Renault. Not rest. You." His teeth grazed Ren's earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "Let me have you."

Ren's resolve crumbled, the guilt no match for the fire Axton was stoking with every stroke, every whispered word. 

He turned his head, capturing Axton's lips in a desperate kiss, all tongue and heat, pouring his apology into the way he sucked Axton's bottom lip, the way his hands clutched at Axton's shoulders, careful to avoid the injured one. "I'm sorry," he murmured between kisses, his voice breaking. "I love you… I love you so fucking much."

Axton groaned into the kiss, his hand speeding up, stroking Ren with a rhythm that was both punishing and reverent. "I know, baby," he rasped, pulling back just enough to lock eyes with Ren, his gaze fierce and unguarded. "Show me. Show me how much you love me." His free hand slid to Ren's hip, urging him to move, to chase the pleasure Axton was giving him.

Ren's hips bucked, his body arching into Axton's touch, the slick sound of Axton's hand on his cock filling the room alongside their ragged breaths. 

He reached out, fingers fumbling with the waistband of Axton's pants, tugging them down just enough to free Axton's hard length. "Not just me," Ren whispered, his voice husky as he wrapped his hand around Axton, stroking him in time with Axton's movements. "You too, Captain. I want you to feel it."

Axton let out a guttural groan, his head dropping to Ren's shoulder as Ren's hand worked him, the dual sensation of giving and receiving driving him to the edge. "Fuck, Renault," he growled, his hips thrusting into Ren's grip, "you're gonna kill me." 

His lips found Ren's neck, sucking hard enough to mark, claiming him in a way that felt as vital as breathing.

Ren's laughter was breathy, laced with desire. "Good," he teased, his thumb circling the tip of Axton's cock, spreading the wetness there. "Then we're even." His free hand slid up Axton's chest, fingers grazing his uninjured shoulder, careful but hungry, nails digging in just enough to make Axton hiss.

The air between them was electric, thick with the scent of sweat and need, their bodies moving in sync, hands relentless, lips crashing together in messy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted of forgiveness and fire. Ren's moans grew louder, his body tensing as Axton's strokes pushed him closer to the brink.

"Axton… I'm—" His words dissolved into a whimper, his hips jerking as he spilled over Axton's hand, hot and messy, his whole body trembling with the force of it.

Axton wasn't far behind, Ren's tight grip and the sight of him unraveling sending him over the edge. He came with a low, broken groan, his release coating Ren's fingers as he buried his face in Ren's neck, panting against his skin. 

For a moment, they stayed like that, tangled and breathless, hands still wrapped around each other, hearts pounding in the quiet aftermath.

Ren was the first to move, gently untangling his fingers from Axton's softening length, bringing his hand to his lips to lick the evidence of Axton's pleasure, his eyes locked on Axton's with a mix of defiance and adoration. "You taste like mine," he murmured, a small, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

Axton chuckled, the sound rough but warm, pulling Ren close with his good arm. "You're trouble, Renault," he said, kissing him softly, savoring the taste of their shared heat. "But you're my trouble." He brushed his nose against Ren's, the gesture tender despite the raw intensity of moments before. "We're okay. You and me. No more doubts, yeah?"

Ren nodded, his eyes softening, the green warming with flecks of gold as he nestled into Axton's side, careful of his injury. "No more doubts," he whispered, his hand resting over Axton's heart. "We'll stop him. Together."

Axton kissed the top of Ren's head, his fingers tracing lazy circles on Ren's back. "Together," he echoed, the promise sealing them closer than any touch could.

Outside, Base 7 loomed, a battlefield of past and future, but here, in this stolen moment, it was just them—two hearts, one fire, burning bright enough to face whatever came next.