zach had taken corbyn to eat chinese food after the appointment at the analysis center. the sweet and sour chicken of this place had become one of the blonde's favorite foods and zach knew it.

"we should have changed before coming." corbyn said as they waited for their food to be brought to them. the blonde had noticed how everyone was watching zach in his high school uniform and team jacket.

the truth was that he looked great.

"why?" he asked curiously, sipping his soda.

"isn't it obvious? thanks to your silly uniform, the four girls at the back table and even the waitress have not stopped eating you with your eyes. "

"it's not because of my silly uniform." zach murmured very seriously.

"oh, then why is it?"

zach shook his head. "it's because of my handsome face." corbyn rolled his eyes and zach just laughed. "does it really bother you that they look at me?"

"no." the blonde said with a shrug, but trying to hide his jealousy was useless.

zach's smile grew even bigger.

"well, i guess i have no choice." he rose from his place to sit next to corbyn, and ran one of his arms over the blonde 's shoulders. "is that better?"

when they looked at the girls at the back table, they continued to look at zach with flirtatious smiles on their faces. one of them even winked. in a wild impulse, corbyn took zach by the chin and planted a wild kiss on his lips. but he didn't stop there, corbyn used his tongue to break through his mouth and was responsible for further deepening that kiss.

zach remained motionless for a few seconds before responding in the same way. perfect, that had forced them to look the other way. as we parted to catch their breath, zach smiled mockingly and tilted his head.

"what?" cried corbyn slightly embarrassed. "i just claimed what is mine."

"one day you're going to drive me crazy," he murmured and corbyn's cheeks warmed.

zach liked to see corbyn joke and smile as usual, but what he didn't know is that despite the fun, the blonde couldn't get rid of those analyzes.

"eat." zach said when the food was in the table.

corbyn pouted. "i'm doing that," he said, bringing a piece of chicken to his mouth.

"from now on, my job will be to make sure you see you eat every last bite of your plate."

"until the last bite? but if i eat too much i'll get fat. "

"you are very thin."

"you don't like me thin?"

zach sighed. "i like you thin, i would like you fat, and you would still like you in any other way if i still could have you in my bed."

corbyn choked on a piece of sweet and sour chicken and began coughing hard. the smile returned to zach's face and began to give corbyn soft taps on the back.

"you win, i'll finish until the last bite."

"good boy" took a look at the screen on his cell phone, checking the time. "when you finish eating i will take you home."

"why?"

"i have a fight tonight."

damn, the blonde had completely forgotten the fight.

"can't you cancel it?"

"we already talked about this. and no, i can't cancel it, the bets are in the highest ever."

"in that case, can i go with you?"

"no."

zach hadn't even taken time to think about it. corbyn pouted. "why not?"

"that place is not your kind of place."

"i've been there before, let me go with you."

"the answer still no."

"please," corbyn muttered using the same expression anna used to make her grandmother give her her credit card.

"oh no baby, this time you won't convince me."

"please," repeated corbyn.

"no."

"but..."

"in every fight i have, i usually lose control of myself. i don't want you to see me in that state. "

corbyn looked down and concentrated on staring at his plate. zach was right, he still remembered the first time he had seen him fight there. the way he had hit that poor boy and that expression of fury on his face, were memories that made corbyn shiver with just reviving them in his head, but still... he wanted to go with him.

he wanted to be near him.

"you can come with me to the arena with one condition," he murmured as if he had read corbyn's thought. the blonde looked at him very carefully. "you're going to stay in the dressing room until the fight is over. okay?"

corbyn smiled and nodded.

ΩΩΩ

the first thing that corbyn noticed when he entered the dressing room of the underground arena, was that they had replaced the sacks that zach had destroyed, with new ones. while waiting for zach, who was changing clothes in the bathroom, corbyn approached one of the sacks and tried to punch them well.

"fuck!" he screamed when his knuckles hit the sack.he  couldn't stand that even with the self-defense classes he had every friday.

how was it possible that zach could hit these things and worse, how could he destroy them?

corbyn hadn't even been able to move the sack a single centimeter.

"practicing to hit someone?" exclaimed zach's voice behind him.

he wore only dark denim pants and his torso was totally uncovered. surely corbyn would be drooling if it weren't because his arm really hurt.

"don't tease," the blonde murmured looking at his red knuckles. "i think i broke my wrist."

zach came over to examine his hand. "mmm... i don't think it's broken." he made a little pressure and corbyn made an exaggerated gesture of pain. "no, it's not broken."

"are you sure? we should go to the hospital to have an x-ray. "

zach smiled and kissed him on the back of his hand. "you're too exaggerated," he scoffed.

corbyn slipped his hands from zach's chest to his neck and approached his face to kiss him.

"i've never seen so many people in...!" tate interrupted them entering the dressing room without first touching. "sorry. why do i always have to enter moments like this? "

corbyn walked away from zach feeling embarrassed. "one day i'm going to kick your ass, dahl." zach murmured.

"sorry, sorry. i was just coming to let you know that oxford boy is more than ready, only you are missing. "

"i'm ready."

"good" tate approached zach to try to massage his shoulders, but he pouted. "what? i am nervous. mike is a really strong opponent and it's the first time you're going to face him. "

"i won't lose, don't worry. i have never lost a fight, "said zach, very sure of himself.

"mike either, that's why i'm nervous."

"do you really have to fight?" corbyn intervened. mike oxford really seemed to be a very tough guy.

"when i'm done with that boy, they're both going to regret worrying about me," zach exclaimed very annoyed, heading for the door.

"wait!" corbyn made him stop taking him by the arm and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "good luck."

that made zach smile, took corbyn by the waist and hit his body to give him another kiss, only this time on the lips.

"i don't want to interrupt you again but ... if you don't go out now, mike oxford is going to lose patience and believe me, that guy is as scary as you when he's angry."

zach's mouth left corbyn's. "don't get out of here, understand?" he muttered.

"yes."

zach took only a few steps to the door, when he turned back to look at corbyn, distrusting the blonde's word. "if you set foot outside this room, i'm really going to get angry at you."

corbyn rolled his eyes. "i am not going out, i will stay here until the fight is over, playing candy crush on my cell phone. okay?"

"all right."

when zach left the dressing room, a lot of loud shouts filled the entire place. that was what corbyn called, a really crazy audience who love to see blood. what was special about seeing two boys hitting each other?

corbyn just hoped that zach wouldn't get hurt, he had seen him fight before but that mike oxford also seemed to be very good at delivering blows. the blonde shook his head and took out his cell phone to start playing in order to distract him.

only eight minutes passed when the screams from outside and a really difficult level in the candy crush, ended his patience. corbyn got up from the chair and opened the door a little to take a look outside. the place was totally dark, the only lights that illuminated the center of the arena, which was where zach and the other boy were fighting.

it was really hard to see something from there and corbyn needed to see how zach was doing but. fuck it, it was too dark for zach to locate me among so many people.

after filling his lungs with oxygen, corbyn left the dressing room and quickly camouflaged himself among the people surrounding the main stage. undoubtedly, this fight must be one of the most important, the place was packed with people and after pushing and passing among a lot of people, he finally got close enough to the center to see the fight.

for more blows that zach threw at that boy with a shaved head, he somehow managed to dodge each of his movements.

that was when all the public present and even corbyn, we were speechless. mike dodged a punch of zach, bent down quickly and managed to hit him very hard in the face.

"oh, hell!" exclaimed the voice of tate through the speakers of the place.

from the expression that zach had on his face, it seemed he really couldn't believe that boy had just hit him.

mike oxford smiled superiorly. "is that all? i expected more from the famous zach dean."

zach wiped the blood from his mouth and immediately the expression on his face changed completely, it was like looking at a totally different person. cam he clenched his fists at the height of his face and returned the smile to the other boy. "don't sing victory yet, mike." was the only thing he said before he started moving faster.

every time zach threw a punch, mike had a harder and harder time dodging his attacks, the time came when it was impossible. corbyn had to look away when zach began to hit each and every one of his punches, which went straight to the boy's face. corbyn was sure that at any moment, mike oxford was going to end up fainting.

"it's horrible, don't you think?" exclaimed the voice of a girl next to corbyn.

turning around, the blonde found kay staring at the fight that was taking place in front of them.

"kay... what are you doing here?" corbyn wanted to know, but the answer was more than obvious.

she looked at him and smiled sadly. "i heard that zach had a fight today, i wanted to make sure it didn't end badly."

"i think it's stupid to worry about zach."

"i didn't mean him," she said, pointing to mike oxford, who was spitting blood on the floor. "i'm here to make sure zach doesn't end up killing that boy."

corbyn's heart began to pound.

"you... do you really think so?"

"it wouldn't be the first time he almost killed his opponent." corbyn swallowed and she continued. "the boy you're seeing right now, that one with an insatiable thirst for blood and a terrifying look on his face, is the real zach dean."

"the real zach?" corbyn repeated.

kay sighed and returned her attention to the fight. "you really don't know him, right? the anger that zach has inside him is so much that it overflows, and i really have no doubt that one day he will completely lose his sanity and end up becoming someone like his father. "

so she also knew things about him, knew about his father and probably also about his mother. it was very certain that she knew more about zach than corbyn.

"i wish there was another way in which zach could take out his anger, without having to fight in this place." corbyn said with a sigh.

kay jumped and looked at the blonde boy. "there is. zach didn't tell you? "

corbyn frowned. "no."

the blonde girl smiled. "i guess i get an idea of ​​why he hasn't told you."

corbyn frowned even more. "what do you mean?"

"there is another way in which zach can take out his anger, but i don't think you can help him in that regard." corbyn waited for him to keep talking. "that other way is in bed. from time to time, zach needs to satisfy certain needs that only i have been able to give him. "

corbyn was not fully understanding what he meant, was it... the other way zach took his anger out of bed was hurting someone? corbyn couldn't even imagine a situation like that.

"zach would never hurt... he..."

"he needs it, corbyn. do you think you could endure being humiliated, and experience unimaginable pain when making love? "

"i..."

"i knew it, i am the only one who can give him what he really need. i didn't want to tell you this this way, but sooner or later zach will end up getting bored of you and that's when he comes back crawling back to me. as always."

"zach won't end up getting bored of me, you say it because you're jealous."

"i'm serious. do you want some advice? enjoy as much as you can the time you spend with him, because at any moment he will kick you out." kay's smile widened. "i just have to sit and wait."

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