Black Rose

Chapter 20

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Saint had shown up all of the sudden and he looked upset. Gulf couldn't help but stare at his friend.

"Kana, I'm fine I swear " he repeated for the twelfth time, but it was Gulfs job to be observant, he could tell he had cried and by his jittery moves whatever happened had really upset him.

"You can do a face mask on me" Gulf murmured quietly. Saint looked up, his distraught look fading and turning into something else but Gulf couldn't quite put his finger on it, tears started to brim his eyes and Gulf's widened in response

"Sorry, sorry" he said with a shaky voice " I'm such an emotional mess" he laughed " over here crying over a face mask, but thank you Kana" he reached over to Gulf and grabbed his hand. Gulf nodded in response. At least he didn't look upset anymore.

Mild walked in with a bottle of wine and some popcorn and Saint got up and grabbed the face masks ingredients. Gulf saw them exchanging a glance. Something was up and they were keeping it from him. He sighed, he hated that sometimes they treated him like glass.

Saint turned around with kitty ears and giggled, Gulf couldn't help but smile at how dorky he looked, then he saw he was holding 2 more and his smile disappeared. " Don't you dare try to put that on me" he warned

Saint pouted "You said I could do your face mask! This helps keep your hair out of the way! Please Kana?" He begged making a puppy face. Mild shivered at the face "For of the love of God just do it Gulf that face gives me chills"

He rolled his eyes and Saint ran toward him putting it on, they both went into a fit of giggles at his frown "He looks like a grumpy cat!" Saint exclaimed between laughs and Mild lost it

Gulf watched his friends laugh happily and smiled, he wanted to do the same he wanted to live happily without feeling like the weight of the world was on his chest, like if he was burden to those around him.

The guys began messing around with the ingredients and Gulf looked at the concoction doubtfully "You guys do know what your doing right? Like this won't burn my face off or something?" He said

They grinned and wiggled their eyebrows at him
"Okay yeah no, y'all not touching my face, I'm out" he tried to get up but Mild tackled him

"Saint hurry put it on his face!" He yelled, Gulf trashed around trying to get him off but Mild sat on him and pinned his hands, Saint smiled wickedly at him and began to put the stuff on his face "Muahahaha" he mocked and they all laughed together.

Later that night..

Saint looked at Gulf again making sure he was fully asleep, he didn't want him to hear the conversation. He glanced over at Mild who nodded and they both snuck out the room to talk.

"Okay so tell me what happened, why were you so upset" Mild said once they were alone. Saint breathed in deeply and told him everything, from the way Mew claimed he felt about Gulf to him knowing his secrets. After he was finished he watched Mild carefully, he bit his lower lip and asked "You think I over reacted?"

Mild nodded no at first then yes, confusing Saint.

"Well no because, yes he definitely crossed the line he did things wrong and that shouldn't be dismissed" he said taking a pause " but also telling him to stay away from Gulf might have been a bit too much"

Saint bit his lower lip harder. After he had calmed down he had remembered how broken Mew had looked, he really did care, so it had made him question his actions.

" I mean" Mild continued " if he did read the whole file, which yes was wrong, but still made the decision to reach out to us, it means he doesn't mind what Gulf has been through, he's willing to accept him as he is, cold exterior and attitude" he nodded to himself " and we both know people don't usually accept that side of Gulf"

"Yes but if Gulf finds out he knows everything.." he trailed off not wanting to even consider it

"Yes he would loose his shit" Mild finished
"Did it look like he was serious about him?" He asked, Saint thought about the way Mew had unconsciously warmed up while he talked about what he felt for Gulf.

"Yes I don't even think he realizes how much he cares, it sounds insane but he looked like he was in love with him when he spoke about him" Saint said " when I told him to stay away he had begged me, practically in tears"

"Okay" Mild said walking to the table and picking up the unfinished wine bottle from earlier " we will help him, if he really cares and can give Gulf the happiness he deserves, than we will help as best as we can" he took a chug from the bottle.

"Should we tell Bright?" Saint asked
Mild thought about it for a moment, no they shouldn't, even though Bright had never said anything Mild was almost certain he was in love with Gulf, he had hoped for a while that maybe Bright could be the key to bringing the old Kana back, but it had been years and Bright had never made a move. Maybe he was wrong, maybe they were just best friends, but to be on the safe side

"No, we won't tell him, we both know how overprotective he can be. Let's keep it between us for now"

Saint nodded taking the bottle from Mild, taking a chug. "I really hope we're doing the right thing" he said looking at the door of the room Gulf was sleeping in, Mild nodded, he hoped so too.

Meanwhile...

He looked around the room annoyed. Empty. His Kana had not been back. He had found out he had been taken to the hospital and panicked. He had carefully gotten the information regarding his status from the dumb, gullible nurse at the front desk.

He had been released earlier that night but he was not here. He felt disappointed, he thought he was going to be able to watch over him, take care of him while he slept. He caressed the sheets of his bed. A smile slowly spread across his face. He couldn't be impatient. It's was okay he was sure he was with his friends, and Kana's friends were his friends as well.

He laid on the bed breathing in his scent. He remembered the smile he had given him and gotten hard at the thought. He felt a  thrill of excitement go through him at the thought of laying where he lays. His dick was begging to be touched.

He got up and walked to the hamper pulling a pair of Gulfs dirty boxers. He smelled them, feeling his dick throb painfully in response. He went back to the bed and unbuckled his pants, he pushed his boxers down making his cock spring up in attention. He held the boxers up to his face as he began to stroke his dick. What he would give to have Gulf, to have him be the one sliding his hands, his mouth up and down on him.

He felt his body tense at the touch, the head of his cock becoming even more engorged, he pump harder while sniffing the boxers, imagining  Gulf stroking him, watching him, begging him for it

"Kana!" He choked out as he came, he grunted while pushing his release  further, his hips bucking up with the last few pumps, he smiled filling giddy. He used the boxers to clean himself up and put them in his pocket. He got up and looked at the bed, soon they would be together and he wouldn't have to just imagine.

He fixed the covers and breathed in his scent one last time before leaving. He smiled, excited about when he would see him again.