I Changed My Underwear Too, Monsieur

I wake up in bed with an IV in my arm, my head heavy like a boat of sand, and my vision blurry like muddy water with no one near me is so much more insane.

For a moment, I looked around, a little scared and disoriented. I couldn't even make out the things around me. I was about to rip the IV out of my arm when Cody's voice came through the room like a meditation melody.

She calmed me down the minute I heard it. "It was Cody." I thought to myself, "Yes, it's him." I recognized his voice, but what was I doing? Why is Cody here?"

I turned back to the sound of his voice to see him. I wanted to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. He was there, smiling and pretty as a heart, a most extraordinary humanoid.

I don't know at all. I don't remember how I got to him, or at least he got to me. I'd better ask him the questions.

"So, champ, how are you feeling, my gorgeous?" Yes, that's Cody. He's almost on the same wavelength as my mother, given his ability to give me pet names.

It's contagious, I think I guided him a little on this path, but now I'm afraid he's overtaking me. The student surpasses the teacher. That's what they say.

"Cody!" I exclaimed with relief as I felt a great weight fall off my shoulders. I was afraid I had been beaten up to the extent of being hospitalized this time, unable to hide my bruises from others or even my mother to avoid making her cry.

He chuckled at the sound of my voice or at least the relief he heard in my voice.

"Hey, it's me, it's me; you don't have to worry; you're safe here with us, okay."

"But how did I get here? I don't remember absolutely anything. " I tell him in an almost melancholy and frightened tone…

"It's not a problem, big boy," he said softly, running a tender hand through my hair. "Aim brought you home with him; he tried to wake you up before taking the road, but he couldn't do it."

I looked around the room, looking for him, but there was no trace of him anywhere.

"He ran away when he saw you woke up. He was there the whole time you were unconscious." He says, following my gaze, and that's when the events before I passed out resurface in my head.

"He must be hiding," I whisper. "Knowing him, it's the most plausible thing that explains why he ran away." Maybe he's ashamed to look at me after what he's done. "

"I think that's about it," Cody replies, stiffening a little, changing the angle of his gaze. He is no longer looking into my eyes but above my head.

"Look at me, Cody. You're not him, so stop pretending not to see me. I'm just a few inches lower than the point you're staring at above my head, plus it's not his fault. After all, in this fight, he did not provoke it; he had to defend himself, right? "

"So you're not mad at him for what he did?" He said hastily, with childish joy.

"Of course, I'm mad at him, but it's not because he showed up at my house, beat my buddy up, and made fun of my grandfather. He only screwed up his wrist; it was little. That old asshole deserved much more, but Zack received all the wild beating. He was reckless to go against Aim."

"Are you sure you don't mind discovering this violent side of him? he is a wild and brutal person, he could have killed your friend, and God only knows what could happen to your parents after that."

"He surprised me a bit, I didn't know he knew how to fight, and he doesn't hold back when he gets to it. He's indeed a violent person, but he's not without reason, so no, that's fine with me."

"You are extraordinary, my little friend. You know that you are someone adorable and wonderful, Kenan, hm?"

"I smile before looking him in the eyes. You know you're a real sweet-talker, Cody. Luckily for those poor souls out there, you are not one hundred percent human otherwise, no one could protect them from your sweet talks.

"I'm not human, but I can still do everything a human can do, so nothing guarantees their safety, my baby bird."

"Come on, that's enough, Cody. You've become unbearable. Do you know that? If only your creator had a bit of your charm, I would have to chain him, too, so that's good. He is good that way."

He sweetly laughs as he looks at me; differently, it seems like he is becoming more and more human. His eyes and face are changing expressions now.

"Hey," he said softly, not taking his eyes off me until I looked down. Cody is a real pain in the ass; maybe Aim is working on his abilities while I was away, but something in him has changed.

"you need to take much more care of yourself, baby bird, or you will end up hurting yourself. You are overworked, dehydrated, and malnourished. What have you been doing for the past two weeks?"

"I am okay, and it's none of your business. I'm fine. I don't need this drip anymore; I want to see Aim. Have you checked his wounds?"

"Yeah, you're indeed better, you've regained color, and your cheeks are starting to turn pink again. You scared the hell out of us, my little bunny; you must not do it again. You have to watch over yourself more than anyone, practice dancing, and care about your pretty skin. So stress, overwork, and dehydration are enemies of your self-love."

"Hey, are you going to tell me about Aim, or are you intending to keep babbling about my health and my enemies, Mr. nosy?"

"Um, yes, I had to fight him and convince him that you were safe so that I could treat him. He is fine, only a few broken ribs, but he is strong; he will be fine. Your friend has a hell of a fist to demolish Aim's ribs like this. I should have witnessed that… uh, I am talking nonsense here."

"I want to see him and know why he wanted to talk to me and why he came to my house."

"I don't think it will be the right time. He is not in a normal state now."

"You think I give a fuck about the state he is in, and me, do you know what state he put me in, at least Cody?" I screamed, pushing the sheets away from me.

"I'm sorry for having spoken like that. Yes, I know a little about the state he put you in, I had the result before my eyes, and I'm sorry for his behavior too. Don't rush him just yet. I don't think he's yet gotten over what he did to your friend."

"Cody, I don't care, he owes me an explanation, and I'll get them no matter what, or else I'm leaving here immediately."

"You're not a prisoner; you can leave whenever you want, but you won't go home, and I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it for a few days. Your mother let him take you. 'I'm afraid he would have done it without her permission anyway.' he thinks to himself before going back to the conversation... he didn't kidnap you or anything like that. Your mother asked him to watch over you."

"Shit, mom, she always has to dramatize everything, and handing me over to this madman is not the right solution at all. What he does to me is even worse than what my peers can do to me. He plays with my nerves, feelings, emotions, and such."

"He's playing with my very little heart, and he's the only one capable of going that far," I yell at him as I scramble out of bed, almost ripping the IV out of my arm when he rushes to grab my hand.

"Let me take it off," he said softly. "He doesn't know if he's hurting you like that, he thinks everyone handles things like him, but with you, he has already learned a lot of things, so I ask you to be patient with him, and he will learn to treat you better."

"I can't live like this, Cody, I'm afraid I've never felt so bad, and that whole situation thoroughly washed me out," I said on the verge of tears.

"Okay, fine, but… well, come on, I'm carrying you down to the door of his office. I don't think I could let you walk like that."

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I can do it on my own." While talking to him, I got out of bed. I was still in my pretty daring outfit, barefoot, I put my feet one by one on the carpet, and with a human effort, I got up, but I barely found myself on my feet; I wavered like a flame.

Cody rushed towards me like Aim would have done. Although I could have fallen backward on the bed without hurting myself, he ran to grab me anyway, and without saying a word, he lifted me in his arms.

I stopped fighting and let him do it. I watched him take care of me without a single comment with a peaceful and relaxed face. I put my arms around his neck before letting my head go against his chest.

He rocked me with every step he took to lead us down the stairs, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, letting myself be lulled by the gentle movement of his footsteps.

For a moment, I had a feeling of deja vu or something... I don't really know, but something like that. Then I chased the feeling away from me to let myself be lulled by his well-ordered steps. How is it possible that he is so alive?

It wasn't until I realized the rocking had stopped that I opened my eyes. He must have been standing here a good few minutes waiting for me to open my eyes since I found his tender gaze lingered on me, a little laughing and intriguing.

I gasped, and he too rushed to look away from me with a slight dry cough.

"I'm sorry, he said while looking away, I didn't want to disturb you…."

"It's okay, don't worry. Why are you so tense? You seem much more emotional than before. Did he play with your features again?

"Uh, did you notice that? I'm making progress, and he reviewed my features. You are very attentive, but don't talk to him about it; okay, otherwise, he will try to make me even more efficient or disconnect me, which means killing me."

"Oh, but why will he do that? He should be proud of you because you're getting closer and closer to a human."

"Of course, but I am a robot, and I should not look too much like a human, it risks bringing confusion and chaos into the world, so it is better that you do not tell him about it. He's compassionate about it, he wants me, but I mustn't go overboard either."

"So, it's okay; it's our little secret. He won't know. But you wouldn't be able to hide it from him for long if you keep looking at me like that in front of him, you have to keep acting like before, and I imagine it will be a little tricky. Because once we get used to something, it's hard to return to our old version."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, and is he… I'm sure you'll manage to find a settlement.

With these, he put me down and opened the door in front of me. I hesitated for a moment to cross the doorstep, it's the first time I've entered it, but that's not what bothers me. It's a very fact of finding myself face to face with him.

"Go ahead, I'm waiting for you, and you can call me if you need help and talk to him like when you speak to me." He encouraged me. "Don't hide anything from him like when you got it into your head that he wanted to test other horizons."

"Cody, you nosy…." I whisper to him, taking on a scandalized expression.

He's changed; he's ninety percent human, I dare say. He smiled and pushed me towards the half-open door.

"Good luck, baby bird," he said, giving me a knowing wink. "I'm not far; just a single call, and I'll be near you." I nodded before turning away from him. I took a deep breath and then hesitantly launched myself into the sizeable extraordinary room in front of me.

But as soon as the door closed behind me, I heard his voice rising at the other end of the room, a little raspy and muffled. It completely tore me from contemplating this tech room in front of me.

I jumped but didn't make a sound for once, he was lying on his desk, his head hidden in his arms, he was sniffling like a puppy or a baby, I'm not sure which of them looks like him and suits him much more at the moment.

"Cody, I'm not in the mood to listen to you lecture me right now," he said without even looking at the visitor. But tell me, how is he exactly?

"I'm fine, but I can't say the same for a particular person. He jumped and turned around with his chair, which he swiveled to give me his back.

"You shouldn't be here; you should rest; you're not well, Kenan."

"I am where I want to be. You don't have to tell me, Aim." I am Kenan now, not Ken, hm. I grumbled, twisting my fingers. He didn't hear it.

"Well, it's up to you then; continue mistreating yourself. What the hell can I do after all?"

"That's what I wonder, too; pretending to worry about me is not very believable. It's only when you act like an asshole that you are yourself, so be yourself and spare me your little caring, worried guy act."

'So, what are you doing here?" He said without bothering to think about my tone and words for a moment.

"We need to talk, and I don't intend to stay here either. I will stay at a hotel."

"What exactly do you want us to talk about?

"Of the two of us, you idiots, I don't want you to come into my life every time like a hurricane and destroy everything in your path without considering what I need and feel. You've been trampling on me since we've been in this shitty relationship, and you're abusing my emotions, making me a slave to them."

"I want you to stop; if we can't be together, let's stop everything, Aim because I can't take this little game any longer. You come to me when you need it and reject me like shit when it suits you. What am I exactly? Can I know?"

"I'm sorry, Kenan, as I said at your house, I'm stupid, and it's even worse with you. I'm sorry for everything I put you through."

"I want you to understand that I was stupid to react thus. And I'm sorry for your friend and your family, even those who don't deserve me to be sorry for them; I'm saying it because it's you I owe an apology."

What is going on here? Is he okay? What happens to both of us?

"I don't need your apologies, Aim. I want you to understand that I can't accept you are hurting me whenever you want. It doesn't matter if you know it or not. I'm telling you, that's all.

"I have a heart that works very well and pumps blood night and day like any normal human, and I fully understand what is bothering me. So when you take malicious pleasure in ignoring me without me knowing why that kills me little by little, you asshole."

"If you can't act like a person who has another person in her life, then I'm leaving, and I'll do everything to forget you, and you're going to have to respect my choice and stay in your corner with your business and let me live my damn life in peace."

"Okay, I'll leave you alone if that's what you want. I don't want to allow myself to hurt you anymore."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Williams," I say with annoyance and irritation. This idiot is going to ruin my life.

What am I talking about, huh? This idiot ruined my life... he screwed up a nameless mess in this pretty shitty life that I had before him, and now it's worse than before. He got me like no one ever got me before.

He doesn't even know that I'm trying to give him a chance to help me come to him. I'm not as angry as when I was talking with Cody, the sound of his voice only dispelled my anger. It seems like he cried or did something close to crying.

"I'm aware that I'm a freak, Kenan, so I'm not going to push you to become like me by stealing your light. I don't want to be the one to make you bitter, sick, and careless with your health."

"I want you to keep your beauty and everything that makes you this exceptional little being that you are until the end of your days, but please don't leave here."

"Even if you don't want to be with me, stay here. You can take my room, I'll sleep in the guest room, and I can promise you that you won't see me."

While pronouncing these words, he swivels his chair to return to the position before, his head slightly tilted back. I can see that he has cried at the distance that I am.

He cried, I said, my heart leaping in my chest, hearing me screaming those words loudly in my head.

And without knowing how my two pretty dopey little feet are driving me madly towards him with a remarkable speed for someone who has been carried from the first floor to here.

In the blink of an eye, I crossed the few meters that separated me from where he was sitting, my arms reaching out to him.

"Oh, my baby!" I exclaimed while running towards him. He didn't move from the chair because he didn't have time to understand my reaction.

I'm sometimes disorienting, I admit it. Earlier, I was yelling at him like crazy, and I was ready to get out of his life, and here I am now.

Without hesitation, I pass my right leg over him to find myself sitting on his lap, my legs dangling on either side of the chair.

It was when he felt my body against his that he reacted. He watched me take place on his lap in a haze. It was as if he was trying to understand my stupidity when I couldn't even explain myself.

I kissed his cheeks and wiped away the remaining tear marks left on his face. He did his best to hide them but not enough for an expert like me to detect them easily.

He put his arms around my waist to hold me tight against his wild chest. He took a deep breath, plunging his head into the crook of my neck, where he placed his warm lips, which made me shudder.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry for being myself and causing you so much trouble, darling."

"Stop talking, and we'll be fine; we'll try our best, okay..."

"Okay…" he answered while sniffing my scent like a puppy. I found now he looks a lot more like a puppy.

He keeps touching me everywhere, and I start to catch fire under his fingers. I completely forgot that I just spent two weeks moping.

It is enough to find myself in the same room as him for me to lose all my resolve, and here I am on his knees, already ready to receive his caresses as he knows how to give them to me.

He slipped his hands under my crop top, where he started to play with my Body Chain and my skin, then he gently untied me from him to plunge his haunting bluish gaze into mine.

He has this expression that I love to see on his face so much that I don't even know how to describe it.

It looks like he's asleep, but he is not, and his eyes shoot lightning that pierces my heart like Cupid's arrows.

"You are sublime," he says in a hoarse and sophisticated voice. A voice that tells me a lot, and this intense expression that he assumes tells me that he wants something else, but I also know from experience that he won't do anything to me, that he's probably waiting for me to permit him to go further.

"We're going to buy a lot more outfits like this tomorrow," he says while looking me in the eyes. I like to see his bluish shades scrolling in his eyes. I knew he would like to see me like this, that he would like to undress me. And I smiled, blushing.

As I leaned toward him, my nipples hardened, and my penis followed the same path as them. He makes me hard by just looking at me that way, and suddenly I have a heavy need to feel him on me. I want him to crush me with his body and devour my lips in a perennial kiss.

So I took the lead. I leaned over, brushing against him sensually and lazily, and he let me do it with a little smile on the corner of his lips.

It's hard to believe he's younger than me; sometimes, he can seem so mature and bossy that it makes me lose my transparency and confidence.

I went down his neck where I put my mouth; he jumped at the contact of my lips on his skin, and he began to get hard under my butt. A slight smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I bit his lower lip, he groaned, and I started again.

"Ah well, look who has a sensitive spot," I say to myself in my head while rubbing my little ass discreetly on his manhood which does not stop growing under my butt.

My mouth on his neck continues to trace a path of fire in his soft flesh… I want to leave my imprint on his skin as he left his mark on my body.

"You will not sleep in this guest room; otherwise, I will have to follow you. I could not sleep alone in your bed because you are the one who warms it and pushes me to sleep when you are next to me."

I haven't been able to sleep and eat properly for the past few days because of the void he left in me. I don't think I will deprive myself of that now when I'm already sitting on his lap, grinning my ass against his hard dick under my butt, doing crazy things like rubbing myself against him sensually like a rabbit in heat.

It's crazy how we can get attached to someone in a short time. I will take advantage of the present moment, and we'll see what happens next. I'm going to make up for those lost days away from him.

Does this mean I never liked my previous partners or is it just because he makes me want to be around him all the time? I don't really know, but whatever, I like it all.

But I will not forget that he owes me an explanation for why he abandoned me like this.

"Our discussion is not over yet," I tell him between two breaths, my voice intoxicated with the wild need that grips me. " you have questions to answer, and I'm not going to let you go so soon."

He didn't answer; he was happy to slip his hands into my baggy, chic pants. A lewd groan escaped him when he came into direct contact with the soft skin of my cheek butt.

"And yes," I say, in my head while lifting my butt a little so that he can grab my asses cheeks, "I changed my underwear too, Monsieur."