There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL)
Chapter 665: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - epilogue

Chapter 665: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - epilogue

Of all the scenarios Ron imagined, this wasn’t one of them. But this was everything he wanted.

The kiss was aggressive, deep, like a couple running out of time. As if the world would end tomorrow, there was longing and desperation in their movement; in their lips and tongue thay slotted together perfectly.

It was different from the curious and hesitant kiss they had during the New Year, of the tender kiss they shared during their first sex. It was as if the longing they had of each other for the past six years poured out all at once in the way they grabbed each other.

When the need for air parted them for the first time, they looked at each other; at the spark gradulally came back to a pair of dull eyes; at the tears started to glaze them. For a few seconds, they got lost in each other’s gaze, almost forgetting to take a breath. And when they got their breath again, they resumed their kiss as if nothing else mattered.

With each touch of their lips, those six years seemed to melt away. Ron grasped the dark hair that seemed to get redder with each kiss, gasping as he felt himself getting lifted, flanking the berserker’s waist with his legs. It was easier to kiss the older man like this, and Ron used the chance to touch the rough beard, feeling the thick neck, and finding his snubbed irritation again.

Ron paused and perted his lips, stopping the kiss. He gritted his teeth and gathered some strength in his hand before slamming it down the berserker’s shoulder.

"This is unfair!"

He kept slamming his hand there even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to hurt the berserker. That wasn’t his goal anyway. More than the physical pain, Ron wanted Agni’s heart to get hurt because of him.

"I should curse at you!" Ron hissed between his hits. "I should beat you up!"

"You can do that later," the berserker muttered in his neck, in his ears, and Ron’s hand stopped just like that. "Be it curses or beatings, I’ll take it all."

"Fuck--" Ron curled his fist on that broad shoulder, clinging into the scent of fire he missed so much. "It’s unfair because I can’t do that anymore, you jerk!"

Agni laughed, as if nothing could dampen his spirit that day; not even if Ron came with a dagger and stabbed him. Just looking at the scout’s face once more already burned his dying spark.

With a smile across his lips, he pressed his face on the younger man’s neck while Ron berated him. Ah...how much he had missed that voice, this warm skin, even the odorless scent. And now that he could feel Ron in his arms again, it was time to say what he wanted to say for the past six years.

"I’m sorry," he muttered the pending apology while burrying his face on the younger man’s shoulder.

Ron bit his trembling lips. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I was a coward," Agni frowned to himself. "And I hurt you because of that cowardice."

"And?"

"And...I disrespected your agency in choosing your own path."

"And?"

Agni closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. "...and I lied about not having feelings for you."

There was still a lot of things Agni felt he needed to convey and apologized for; all the words he said to keep Ron away. He would say it later, along with accepting those curses and beatings, but for now...for now, those were enough.

Or was it?

Ron grabbed the reddish hair and pulled the older man away from his neck. The glazed brown eyes were glaring and squinting under a deeply frowning brows.

"Then say it," he said with a slightly trembling voice. Agni blinked as he tried to digest the command, and Ron yelled iit out impatiently. "Say it!"

It took Agni’s dense brain to come up with the right response. "Stay," he said with a clearance emanating from his voice and his eyes. From his body embracing the scout, and his soul that had lost its spark. "Stay with me, Ronan Hertz."

Ron clenched his jaw and twisted his lips, and the berserker tilted his head, smiling pitifully. "Please?"

Biting his lips for a second, Ron grasped the rough face and kissed the berserker deeply. It was his defeat. It had been so ever since he decided to come back. He wanted to swing his resume and everything, but...that didn’t matter anymore.

"You can’t kick me out again," Ron hissed in the berserker’s ear.

Agni chuckled and kissed the scout’s jaw, licking the single drop of tear on the younger’s cheek. "This time, even if you want to go..." he pulled back so he could see his beloved squirrel’s face. "I’ll beg you to stay."

Ron pressed his lips and pressed them against the berserker’s lips, clawing onto that broad back and hooked his legs around the older’s waist. He didn’t care if he was called a squirrel anymore--he didn’t want to let go of this man. Not anymore. Not after six years.

And from the way Agni grabbed his ass, albeit for balance, the berserker didn’t seem to have any intention of letting him down either. If the push against the door for a deeper kiss was any indication, Ron didn’t think they would even leave the room.

But of course, an office wasn’t a place people could have intimate moments in peace.

Ron felt a knock against his back before a familiar voice came behind the door. "Captain?" Esther asked with a hint of concern. "You said you’ll have a briefing?"

Agni broke the kiss and gritted his teeth in annoyance. Yeah, he had a briefing for a team that had to go patroling around the edge of the Deathzone. Slightly, just slightly, he loosened his grip on the younger man, but Ron grabbed his back and tightened his legs persistently.

Agni blinked, holding the scout’s back in reflex and almost laughing out loud. It had been six years, and while Ron had become calmer, there was something that still had not changed.

Ah...his adorable squirrel.

"Esther," Agni replied steadily, patting the tensing back of the man clinging to him harder. "I am currently not available."

Ron blinked for a second before burying his face on the berserker’s neck. He could practically imagine Esther rolling her eyes back there, and he would apologize tomorrow--but not before he indulged himself a bit more.

"Pfft--must have been a ghost or something," Esther scoffed and slammed her fist against the door for a little tease, before telling someone to go away.

They listened for the footsteps to get further, because chuckling for a few seconds. Agni patted the brown hair and kisses the scout’s temple, whispering lowly. "Welcome to the edge of hell, baby."

And perhaps, they could make a little corner of paradise of their own.

* * *

"Should we make something like this too?" Agni asked after they paid a respect to Zein’s parents’ grave. "There’s no remains, but..."

"We can make a memorial plaque," Ron nodded. "I should’ve done it during those six-years, but I always unconsciously avoided Rexon during missions."

"Well...I don’t think you can, anyway," Agni smiled bitterly and patted the younger man--since he looked a bit sad and disappointed in himself. "You can’t make a memorial plaque for someone deemed as a level-5 military criminal."

Ron wanted to curse, but it would be rude to do that in front of Zein’s parents’ grave, so he just took a deep breath and vent it by pinching the hand patting him as if he was still a kid. Besides, his father’s charge had been abolished, and he received compensation money for it--which he sent to charity because there was no way he would spend that shitty government money.

"Phew...let’s get to it before we go to the West," Ron exhaled slowly and shifted his gaze toward the sparkling blue lake that started to become noisy. "Let’s go--seems like they’re going to start soon."

They arrived at the guest section in time to greet the important guests--including several Old Houses’ clan heads. It was fascinating to think that the guide they used to know as a suicidal Zen had became so prominent in just a few years.

"This time, I’m proud about kicking someone out of the Deathzone," Agni laughed after seeing how nervous the Serpent Lord looked.

Ron rolled his eyes, reminding the berserker that he was the one who requested it. Thankfully, before they could bicker in someone else’s wedding, the lakehouse’s back door opened and the other groom stepped out. The sounds of gasp and exclaim drown everything else around them, but what stunned Ron the most was the sparkle in those blue eyes.

Finally, after almost five years, he could no longer see the ’Zen’ from back then. That ’Zen’ was already dead and rebirth, perhaps...

Ron glanced at the man beside him, whose hair had turned bright red, and whose eyes had always been sparkling for the past eight years. Yeah...this berserker too had been reborn.

Agni looked down when he felt a pair of eyes intensely looking at him. "What is it?" he tilted his head, glancing at the dock where the ceremony was being held. He chewed the inside of his cheek and asked carefully. "Do you...want to redo ours?"

Ron blinked in surprise--he had no idea this old man had the capacity to think in that direction. He covered his mouth to not disturb the ceremony and laughed into his palm.

"What?" Agni frowned confusedly.

Ron stared amusedly at the concerned man. He acted so nonchalant during their wedding and now this? Kind of cute, not gonna lie.

"No," Ron held his husband’s hand while watching the couple exchanging rings on the dock. "What we did was perfect for me. After all..." he smirked and glanced at Agni. "No one had ever done it in a Deathzone, and no one will be able to now that it’s gone."

Agni raised his brow and, just as the newly wedded couple shared their first kiss, he leaned down and planted one on his husband’s lips.

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